Fucked up phanfics

The Bottle Fic

"I'm so thrilled," Dan grinned, his eyes gleaming. I just stared at him. I stared and stared and stared, for what seemed like forever. Then he lifted up a glass bottle and showed me his sick, twisted ideas.

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I had never seen Dan in this state before. He was completely hammered. He'd never been against drinking or anything, but he'd always been full of common sense, and knew that being completely wrecked wasn't fun. This was the first time I'd seen him in this state.
I heard him mumble my name. "Hold onto me," I instructed, and took hold of his arm, pulling him upright. I helped him to his feet. "We're going up the stairs now," I said.
"Phil," he uttered again, in a dreamy kind of way. I kind of wanted to laugh. He was completely out of it, but atleast he knew who I was. I led him into our bedroom and discovered a couple of glass bottles on the bedside table. I went to pick them up, but Dan suddenly seemed to sober up somehow and cried out, "No! Leave them."
"What, the bottles?" I asked, gesturing to them.
He nodded. "Just leave them. Come on. Sleep." He wouldn't sleep though, he kept fumbling about in the dark, and then I heard a tiny splash.
"What was that?" I whispered.
"Spilt some water," he burbled, still drunk. "Don't worry about it."

I woke up to Dan tapping against my shoulder. I still felt so tired though, as if I hadn't fallen into a deep enough sleep. It was a tad dark in the room, so I knew it was still early. Clearly I hadn't had enough sleep, since it was 2am when I guided Dan upstairs last night. For some reason I was having trouble moving. My head felt as though it had been pulled downwards ever so slightly, so I was facing my chest.
"Wake up!" he said, almost demandingly.
"I need to sleep," I replied, opening my eyes the tiniest bit. Then I opened them fully to check I wasn't imagining what I was seeing.
"Oh, God," I gasped.
There were ropes all around me. Around my ankles, my wrists, my waist, even my neck. The one around my neck had been placed with the noose behind my neck, as I could feel it beneath me.
"What? Why?" My voice squeaked with terror and I could hardly make a noise at all.
"I'm so thrilled," Dan grinned, his eyes gleaming. I just stared at him. I stared and stared and stared, for what seemed like forever. Then he lifted up a glass bottle and showed me his sick, twisted ideas.
I had no idea how he had done this. The bottle was sealed shut, but contained a substance that looked like nothing I had seen in a bottle before. There was a hole in the bottle top that had another piece of rope threaded through and there was a knot on the other side, the side inside the bottle.
"If I pull this," he demonstrated, "I can open the bottle."
I frowned. "Okay... and?"
"I can release its substance. Inside you."
I didn't say anything.
"It's vomit," he added.
I cast my mind back to his reluctance to throw the bottles away and the splash I heard last night. How had he been so stealthy? How was this possible?
Dan pressed the bottle against my cheek. It felt so cold. The yellow and orange acidic bile inside was cold. I could see small pieces of partially digested food immersed in the liquid. I heaved, hard.
I had a rough idea of what this would entail but in no way was I ready for it. There was nothing I could do. I laid there helplessly as he stripped me naked, and came to the awareness that he could strangle me at any time if he pulled a piece of rope beside me. That was why there was the noose behind my neck.
I closed my eyes and tried my best to think of happy things, anything that would escort my mind away from here.
I felt the wide, cold, heavy bottle slide into me and I cried out ever so slightly. Dan shushed me aggressively, as if we were hiding from somebody.
I noticed the piece of rope he held in his other hand that was connected to the bottle's top. He'd pushed it into me top-first. If he pulled that rope, it would open and spill out inside of me.
I tried to writhe around, feeling extremely uncomfortable and dreading whatever was to come. He pushed it into me further and I groaned loudly, complaining.
"Pathetic," he remarked. "It's not even half in." He yanked a piece of rope next to me and it clenched tightly around my neck for a few seconds. I learned my lesson and tried to stay quiet.
Suddenly I felt a sharp, immense pain inside me. "No!" I wailed. "No! Enough."
He looked at me and smiled gently. To my surprise, he pulled the bottle out slightly so it wasn't rammed against the wall of my intestine and making me cry.
Then I felt something thin and rough slide against my inner thigh. I saw Dan's arm pulling the string slowly.
Nope, I thought. Nope.
It burned. It burned like hell. It burned worse than hot coals. This was a chemical burn. It was such a strong acid, the acid from inside someone's stomach. And here it was, eating away at my intestinal tract.
At first I allowed myself to scream, but then I was cut off by the rope that was tightening around my neck, which left me gasping for air after he released it. I wanted to flail my arms at him, pull the bottle and its monstrous substance from inside me, beat him to a pulp. But I was helpless, tied so tightly it would take a saw to cut through the ropes.
"We're not done yet, darling," Dan said, petting my head gently.
I was dizzy with shock and I felt as though I was going to pass out from the agony. If I lost consciousness at any point it would only get worse because he would punish me. I fought so hard to stay awake, to just wait out the pain, but everything was becoming blurrier and Dan's voice sounded so far away. I almost began dreaming, of laying down in the sun in a green field somewhere, perfectly comfortable, at peace. I could actually see the blue sky, and it occurred to me that I was almost high off of my own body's natural painkillers.

It was even darker when I awoke. Dan was sat on the edge of the bed, his back to me, with his head down. I felt guilty. I had disappointed him.
He turned around. "Bad boy," he hissed.
"I'm sorry," I pleaded, terrified. The bottle was still inside of me and the vomit had burned me inside. I could feel layers of my inner walls peeling, sore, almost bleeding. Stinging intensely.
I knew he wouldn't kill me, because then his excitement would be over. He looked at me intensely for a minute or two before kissing me passionately and rubbing his soft, warm hands over my thighs and chest. I knew this was going to be horrific because of how he was treating me right now. If it came after a kiss, it was almost certainly excruciating.
Dan pushed the bottle into me further, this time causing me even more pain due to the burning vomit that sloshed around inside me. But I kept my screams at bay. I could do this.
"I'm sorry for what I'm about to do, sweetheart," I heard Dan say. I couldn't see his face at this point.
That was when he started hitting. Hard. He pushed, pressed, and hit down on my lower abdomen as hard as he could, and I gasped for breath. I knew what was coming. I heard the first few cracks. The sound of dread.
"No," I sobbed.
That was when I felt the smashed glass from the bottle piercing and scraping my insides, perforating the muscular walls. I was certain I was bleeding by now. All I could do was cry as Dan pressed harder against my abdomen, injuring my internal organs, cracking the bottle some more. The agony seemed to never end.
The next thing I knew, Dan reached inside of me and began to pull the bottle. Its jagged broken edges scraped against my rectum, and I broke out in tears once again.
He managed to pull out a few pieces, coated in bile and blood. In an almost patronising manner, he waved them in my face, as if to tell me I was pathetic for allowing such an insignificant material object to cause me this tremendous amount of suffering.
I felt the moisture of the warm blood beneath me, trickling down my legs and seeping right underneath me, almost reaching the lower region of my back.
Once again, it seemed as though I was slowly getting high, visualising the warm sun rays against my body and laying down in a field of flowers. The pain was no longer present. All I sensed was bright light and a pleasant warm feeling as the blue sky and its fluffy white clouds danced above my bleeding body.

Not mine.