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The Scalpel Fic

After coming home extremely drunk, Dan deems it necessary to test whether or not Phil truly loves him by putting him through a few painful tests.

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Dan crashed through the door and into the living room, almost falling over.
"Jesus!" I exclaimed. "How much have you had to drink?"
Dan laughed. "Not enough, Phil. Not enough."
I moved the laptop off my lap and walked over to him. I took hold of his wrist and pulled him through the hallway, towards the stairs. "Come on. Go and sleep it off."
Dan shook his head, violently pulling away from me. "I don't need no sleep, you piece of shit."
"Dan?" I said, surprised and upset. "Come on... I just want to help. Come with me."
He growled at me, but let down his guard anyway, and allowed me to bring him upstairs.
He flopped onto his bed face first. I went to leave, but he called my name.
"Phil? Can you undress me?"
"Undress you?" I said hesitantly. "You can do that yourself."
"Phil!" he shouted. "Undress me!"
I shuddered. "Fine." I hoisted his limp body upright and gently pulled off his shirt and jeans. "Get some sleep, Dan. You're getting annoying."
I left him to it. Good god, I thought. Every time he goes out, he comes back ten times worse than the last time.
I got back to what I was doing. My new video was doing pretty well. I read through the comments, and it was always pleasant to see that what I produced online brightened other people's days. People always called me lovely things, saying I was a "literal sunshine" - a "smol bean" - and it was so nice to know people liked me.
It was a peaceful ten minutes until I heard a loud thump from upstairs, but I didn't bother investigating. Dan had probably just rolled off the bed or something. I giggled at the thought.

I discovered Dan on the floor of his room when I checked on him before I went to bed. "Come on," I said, trying to shift him upwards.
He glanced up and looked at me. Something in his eyes made him look as though he had some kind of craving, some dark desire from deep within. It was only a couple hours ago that he had crashed through the door completely hammered, but now, oddly, he seemed sober.
He smiled at me devilishly. "I'm not tired at all, Phil."
"Neither am I, to be honest," I shrugged. "It's just... if you've had a lot to drink, you're better off sleeping so that-"
"I'm not drunk," he suddenly interrupted me.
I sighed. "If you insist. I'm going to bed."
He grabbed the collar of my shirt. "Stay here and keep me company, Phil."
He just wouldn't leave me alone, so I sat down next to him on his black and grey duvet. The next thing I knew, he had tackled me, knocking me backwards and leaning over me.
"You love me, don't you, Phil?" Dan smiled.
I nodded. "Of course I do, but why are you asking me this now?"
"I'm not entirely convinced of your love for me, Philip."
"Well, you should be. I'd do anything for you. Can I go get some sleep now?"
"Nope. I want proof that you'd do anything for me. Absolutely anything."

I swear Dan must have been possessed. It was 2am, and here he was, in his underwear, wanting to do some kind of weird bondage shit with me.
It was usually me who tied Dan up, but for some reason he seemed to want to give me some kind of challenge. Some crap about me having to prove my love to him or whatever. He was probably still drunk.
I watched as he picked something up from out of his drawer, and then headed out of the room. He came back with lots of tissues. I began to feel nervous.
"How long will this take?" I asked. "And what are you even planning on doing?"
Dan didn't respond. He slowly began to strip me of my clothes, and there wasn't really anything I could do about it.
"I'm way too tired for this, Dan."
He was silent as he placed the tissue on the bed, right beside my body.
I panicked. "Dan, does this involve blood? You need to stop."
He just smiled as I continually told him no, that I was scared, and that I didn't want this.
He took out the small scalpel. It wasn't very big, about 5 inches in length, but extremely sharp. I knew they were used by surgeons and in dissections. They cut flesh with ease.
He must have gone completely crazy. He had come home having had too much to drink, but this was fucking insane. He was going to end up killing me. I thought he loved me. I just couldn't process the situation as my heart pounded harder than it ever had before.
Dan was excited. His eyes lit up like he was a kid in a sweet shop as he dug the scalpel into the top of my right thigh and slowly began to pull downwards, tearing my skin and exposing the internal tissue.
The pain occurred as soon as it began to bleed. I gasped and groaned, wondering what the heck he was even doing this to me for. He was going to fuck my body up so bad. This was only going to get worse and I began to cry a little, filled with dread.
He moved on to my left thigh, starting further up this time and tearing all the way down, cutting deeper this time and exposing the muscle and fat tissue before the blood began to pour.
"No," I whispered. "No more."
He was more than excited, his eyes as bright as fire. He was practically drooling. He was an animal.
Dan took the scalpel to my face. I was sweating more than I ever had before, the salty water dampening my black fluffy fringe and slowly running down past my ear. He began at the top of my cheekbone and ran it down slowly, tearing open my cheek. I sobbed as I felt the warm blood running down my neck. The pain soared all throughout my head, which only got worse when he moved on to different parts of my face, splitting open my lips and slicing my forehead and nose.
I was a complete mess already. Blood from the incisions on my forehead trailed down into my eyes, causing them to sting and burn as a result of the sodium in my blood. Dan saw how red my eyes were and laughed.
"Who's the drunkard now?" he giggled.
"Be quiet," I snapped, trying to keep still to minimise my suffering.
He tore open my palms and my stomach. He even began to pull out some of the tissue inside as I cried out in agony, and he showed me what he had pulled out, as if he was rubbing it in my face how much power he had compared to me.
There were pieces of skin around the cuts he had made, all thin and translucent. He pulled them off, and it stung terribly as he peeled my skin away, triggering the pain from the cuts again. Leaving them alone made them hurt less, and here he was messing with them again, increasing my pain.
Please nowhere super sensitive, I begged internally, but it was no use. I knew what was coming. My limbs, face and torso weren't good enough. He needed somewhere that would make me scream in brutal agony.

"You've done enough," I sobbed. "This has to be it. Just go away. Let me go."
Dan simply smirked. The evil in him really shone through now. I hadn't properly seen it for all these years, so he was inflicting it all upon me tonight.
He gently wrapped his warm hand around my penis. "You're big," he said quietly, and began to stroke it softly, smiling at my face.
"Stop," I hissed.
He glared at me. "You want me to stop? Would you rather we try something else, Phil?"
I instantly regretted opening my mouth.
He picked up the scalpel. No, my thoughts pleaded. No way. Stop, Dan. Please stop. You can't do this to me.
He pressed it deeply into the end of my penis, before slowly pulling it down my shaft towards the bottom of my stomach. He sliced the flesh with ease and I yelled out in pain as the blood began to leak out, soaking into the tissue placed underneath me.
This was too much to bear. You could see the skin that had been peeled away and Dan quickly ripped it off, peeling off quite a bit more in the process.
He started from the underside, at the end of my penis, and did the same. The blood leaked out faster this time as a result of gravity, and I could see the skin hanging underneath, spotted with blood. Then, unexpectedly, Dan took the scalpel to the incision he had made on my penis before and began to slash as hard and as fast as he could, brutally mutilating me and damaging me as much as he could while I screamed and writhed around in desperation and suffering.
When he felt he had drawn enough blood and damaged my penis as much as he was content with, he slowly loosened up the rope that bound my legs together and forced me to draw my knees up as much as I could.
I pleaded for him to have mercy. The agony was already far too much for me to bear. I was covered in blood, which was drying quickly and staining the already saturated tissue underneath my body.
Dan fingered me with two fingers before inserting the scalpel into me and making multiple small cuts in my intestinal walls. He took his fingers out as the stinging began, and they were covered in blood that he then pushed into my mouth and all over my tongue.
Dan took off his boxers and rubbed his hands over his crotch. He was extremely hard, obviously incredibly aroused from mutilating my body with a surgical tool. It turned him on. He loved to see me suffer, and he loved to see my blood.
He penetrated me, his erection rubbing against my internal, painful wounds as he thrusted in and out of me. I cried out in despair, begging and pleading him to stop.
"No more!" I shouted, tears streaming down my face. "Just stop... I can't take anything more. Please. It's too much to bear."
Dan just sniggered as he fucked me, the pain getting more and more intense as he pushed past my cuts. When he finally pulled out of me, his cock was completely covered in blood, dripping onto my stomach.
He lowered his crotch towards my face. I had no choice. I began to suck him off, afraid of the consequences if I didn't obey. My blood was metallic, salty and sour, with a foul taste as a result of where it had been bled from. I swallowed all of the blood, feeling extremely sick.

"That simply wasn't good enough, Phil."
I couldn't muster a single word. I was too far gone for anything.
"Just one more," Dan said. "Just one more, Phil."
I remained silent.
He took the scalpel and raised it to my already mutilated face. I didn't even blink as he slowly dug the sharp blade into my eye, right into the pupil, and pushed down, blinding me and digging into my eyeball, creating a deep incision across.
Dan sighed. "Phew."
I was too numb to feel anything more. I was about to pass out.
"I love you, Phil. Now I know that the feeling's mutual."

Not mine. I didn't even bother reading it halp