Fire Emblem Oneshots

[Fates] 3:42 A.M.

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Content and scenes of horror are used in this oneshot. Proceed with caution... If you dare.

Tick... Tock... Tick... Tock...

His vision was blurred.

Tick... Tock... Tick... Tock...

His breath hitched.

Tick... Tock... Tick... Tock...

His heart was racing.

Tick... Tock...

The heart beats as long as the clock ticks.

Tick...

And, when it stops,

Tock...

Time's up.

His eyes were glassy as he stared up at his captor who smiled maliciously at him. It felt like this heart was in his head by how loud it was thudding. The hands and legs tied to the chair shook violently, as she inched closed to the man. She licked her crimson lips and spun a knife in between her fingers. Her flaming eyes were the only still thing in the room as she bore into his soul.

"My dear, are you afraid?" she asked, pretending to care about his well being. His scream didn't reach anyone's ears but hers, because of the wet rag gagging him. Delirious laughter echoed off the walls. "There's no need to be. We're just going to have some fun."

The chair slammed back into the wall, and she appeared over him in a instant. Her long talons brushed against the side of his face like nails on a chalkboard. He tensed up as she licked the side of his cheek. The warm touch caused him to shiver. Sensing this, she swung around him and bit his ear, hard. She moved down his neck; her tongue never leaving his flesh.

Pearly white teeth dug into his flesh, causing the skin to turn purple and bleed. Black dots floated across his vision, but his body wouldn't faint. Her image was still burned in his mind as the room spun. She slurped the red blood from his body and pushed him to the ground.

"Are you ready? The climax is about to start," she cackled. After using the knife to rip off his shirt, she removed his gag and replaced it with her lips, forcing her way into his mouth. Her nails dug into the skin at his shoulders. Unable to pull back, the man bit the tongue that she put in his mouth. She sat back and spat. Still, she smiled the same insane smile. "Feisty, aren't we? Maybe, I should up my game, then. I wouldn't want you to be bored."

Teeth sunk into the flesh at his chest like biting into an apple. She nearly ripped off the skin around the nipple. He screamed as loud as he could, only to be silenced by her lips on his. Tears streamed down his face, and he was sweating profusely. He shook as much as he could to get her off, but she would never budge. He was locked beneath her.

"You're such a naughty boy," she joked, as the rag—now stained in blood—was placed back in his mouth. "I need to put you in your place. Perhaps taking out your heart will suffice as punishment." His eyes widened and shook again. Her knife glistened in blood and was tinted red. "Hush now, baby. Mama's got you."

Her knife plunged just below the heart. Blood gushed from the wound, spreading to the bottom of her white dress. His throat seemed to close up, and the metallic liquid was in his mouth.

Again, the sharp metal was in his flesh, craving a circle in the muscle. Due to the hex she placed on him, he couldn't just die there of blood loss or lost connection to the heart. The only way he could die was when he saw the heart, ripped from his body, in her hand. In theory, he could lay there forever in torment until someone put him out of his misery.