In the Hands of Sin - Choose Your Own Adventure!

Not Naked, Still Afraid

"I don't want to, please don't make me," you ask of him with a soft tone, hoping not to anger him. he squints his eyes and slightly tilts his head.

"huh? oh, no. I'm not trying to have sex with you. I'm gonna use the shirt to cover your cuts up so they aren't exposed." he smiles, slapping your thigh, "don't be stupid. why would I fuck you when you're being a whiny bitch?" sin lets out a content sigh as you take your shirt off and he tends to your wounds. for a moment, he seems to genuinely care about how you are feeling, his hands move gently and he makes sure the shirt isn't tied too tightly.

"sin..." you say quietly,

"I like you." - go to Please Him

"why are you helping me?" - continue here

"why are you doing this?" you ask abruptly.

"how am I gonna enjoy your company if you aren't at peak performance? I don't need you whining and whining about some little cuts all day. I could do so much worse." a big grin grows across his face.

"are you going to eventually kill me?" you ask almost whimpering.

"not if you're good. let me show you something." the male with the messy black hair grabs your hand, guiding you to the back of the basement, which was positioned behind you when you were tied up. a white freezer sits there with different stains on the sides. sin puts your hand over the latch.

"go ahead, it's okay," he rubs your back. your chest tightens as you fill with dread, unlatching the freezer and lifting the lid. your face goes pale. 

besides the ice, there were human parts, most still recognizable. two arms, one still attached to a torso with a head. you stare into the dead face of the half corpse in shock. another head closer to the bottom was beginning to fall apart, the eyes were missing and one of the ears was just dangling. you aren't sin's first victim. you feel yourself become faint and almost collapse to the ground, but he catches you.

"woah, I didn't think you'd pass out. hey, I said it's okay." he notices you struggling to breathe, "stop, calm down. you won't end up like that if you're different than them."

"what," you stutter and stumble over your words, "clarifies me as different?"

"if you aren't STUPID and IGNORANT like these guys, then I'll keep you. I need someone," he says quietly, almost longingly. you nod your head and feel a sudden attachment to him. maybe it was attraction, or maybe it was a survival tactic your subconscious had created to help keep you alive. you had no idea.

"can I trust you to come upstairs with me?" he holds your hand tightly, his other arm still wrapped around you.

"I'll be good," you agree.

sin spent the rest of the afternoon showing you around the house before hooking you up with a shiny collar and a chain to the wall. you expected him to let you roam freely, but you realize that was foolish of you. his house was very messy and unorganized, articles of clothing laying on the floor along with rat feces in certain unkempt parts of the house. his bedroom was somewhat clean besides the unmade bed and pillows scattered on the ground. sin definitely wasn't a psychopathic mastermind, you had convinced yourself of that. he was a different breed. although it may be sparse, there was sympathy there. you started to believe he was just incredibly lonely due to his cruel tendencies and lack of empathetic ability. 

your setup was located in his living room which allowed you to sleep on the couch. you've never appreciated sleeping on a couch more than this. you finally felt warm, wrapped in the blanket he'd tossed to you. he gave you some of his clothes and properly bandaged your cuts which ended up being deeper than he thought they were. sin had also given you some premade macaroni and a dog bowl with water in it earlier. what you decided to do was just pick it up and drink out of it like you would a cup so it'd be less humiliating, but he insisted you drink out of it like a dog. so you did, for survival.

you woke up the next morning to the sound of the front door being open and shut along with some clanking metal noises. you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, feeling grateful to have gotten such a good night's sleep after seeing what you saw in that freezer. the images of the body parts flashed in your head for a moment before you got distracted by sin, carrying in an animal cage of some sort.

"I got you a surprise." he dragged a bag of wood chips in from the porch, meant to be used as animal bedding. you felt confused but intrigued. whatever he was up to, you didn't mind it because you were still alive and you were grateful for that too. you also start to realize how skinny sin is as he's wearing a t-shirt compared to before when he was wearing a black coat. he places the cage in the middle of the living room before lifting the small towel off of it, revealing a baby bunny.

"oh my god. sin, I-" you stutter and feel happy for the first time being in this hell hole. you jump to the floor to get a closer look. it had small, floppy ears and was albino.

"do you like him?" he crouches down, looking at the rabbit as if he was inspecting it. it's nose simply sniffed in response.

"yeah, actually, I do. I really like him, what's his name?" you feel a slight tension as your thoughts start to race. what if he had another plan for this innocent animal like he has for you? what if his intentions are bad?

"you can name him," sin says and moves around the cage to sit next to you. he hadn't smiled since he walked in, but you figured that was normal for him. he had a default face where he looked as if he were deep in thought ever since you met him, besides the few times he did smile.

"okay, his name'll be basil," you said contently, proud of what you came up with. you look to see sin staring at you with a different expression than before; a sly grin. that couldn't be good.

"if you want to play with him, you'll let me play with you," he flashes his knife in front of you and points it to the basement door. the happiness and warmth leaves you as you remember your situation.

OBEY - continue here

REFUSE - go to Refusal

 feeling like you want to cry, you hold it in and nod. you fear he might hurt the baby animal if you don't obey him. he grins and removes the chain from the collar, but keeps the actual collar on you. sin grabs onto it and drags you down to the basement by your collar. your eyes keep swelling up with tears as you try to keep them in.

"I won't tie you up if you behave," he offers. you agree to this, not wanting more rope burn. he sits you down in one of those cheap, fold out chairs he has down here and he rolls up the leg of your briefs slightly before grabbing your bare thigh with both of his hands. they were soft. sin presses the blade against your thigh as it slowly cuts into your flesh. you wince before glaring down at his face, seeing him in pleasure while he continues to cut you again. you're tempted to kick him but you know he'll overpower you despite him being so thin. even if you did make it up the stairs, he locks the door and you have no idea where a key would even be. your thoughts of escape build up as he keeps slicing into your thigh. blood drips down the sides of your leg and sin runs his fingers through the blood streams before staring at the red covering his fingertips.

"your blood is so pretty," he murmurs, "and you were so well behaved..." 

after cleaning your cuts to make sure the bleeding didn't get worse, as he didn't want you dead yet, sin took you upstairs and let you feed and hold your new pet, basil. this little rabbit seemed like the calm in the storm and let you temporarily escape this reality. you run your hand down its little back and smile softly.

sin gave you a bunny and many new cuts.

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