Strange Stories (MultiFandom Oneshots)

I Want To Hurt

Warning. Gore and Cruel Things. Do not read if you are easily squeamish at the mention of blood. Read At Your Own Risk. This Story Is Also Short. I just wanted to get straight to the last torture but I also rushed to get this story out.

((I was also really tired and sad while making this so sorry for any typos I didn't catch))

  I stare at the victim before me, a boy surely no older than 15, thin of an active being and messy hair dyed to a tint. His arms chained to a wall, raised to the side of his head, the chain, short but long enough to allow me to flip him over. Dressed in a simple white and black shorts and shirt.

  'Do you like my humble abode?' I ask with my high pitch giggle I grown to dearly hate as the being I stood before looked around the room in panic.

  Walls to the brim locked in cases were weapons, only one wall without the cases, the wall I chain people and handle my tables. Any regular person would have thought there were no doors, but a hidden door was on the ceiling of the room that would open like an attic door, opening with a light enough push to unlock it from the contraption keeping it up.

  It would be a surprise of there to be blood in the place, I like to keep it nice and tidy for the next guest in my room, but this was one of those unusual days. I didn't want one person today. I wanted more. I had many before this kid  today, and I was too much in my odd daze to care about cleaning the room before. Too much unwanted time. I just wanted to hurt. I just needed to hurt one more person.

  'I'm sorry it's such a mess darling, I didn't have anytime before your appearance today. I'm such a bad host.' I couldn't help but smile as they looked up to me, my eyes drooping with insanity replacing my normal tired feature.

I notice the boy try to speak, no voice was able to get even close to out of their throat. It made me giggle at how much fear can easily affect the human body and go against it at the same time. Naturally, an animal would react to not die, humans only stay still like deers in headlights.

  'Demon got your tongue~?' I look at him with a smirk before grabbing my keys out of my back pockets. Seeing his hopes in his eyes I bursted out into a fit of laughter, 'You human meat-sacks really are complete idiots!' I gasp for breath as I kneeled down to allow my lungs to gather the oxygen needed to continue my functioning. Even after so many humans everyone always has a way of being fun.

    I walked to the farthest weapon case, the one placed on the wall behind me, directly in the middle. It consisted of whips, knives, gags, a scythe, a crowbar, syringes, and many more. I call these my beginning tools. It's like a game. Their goal to win is to survive all the levels without breaking. Each level will consist of a fun event, starting from a simple harming job to what the victim would consider more intense. But I say the higher the level the more fun and difficult it gets. No one wants their subject dieing on them yet do they?

  I look at the boy who shivers in fear before looking at the lock I place my key in, opening the glass shield and grabbing a few wires and hooks.

  I close the case and lock it again, bring with objects with me as I walk to the boy who I see visibly shaking as the chains rattle from the intensity.

    Grabbing an end of a hook I attached to the wire, I hooked it onto a hole I had drilling into the wall, keeping it there.

  Stretching the two feet long wire the best I could, I hooked the other end into the wall, having the boys head raised, the wire barely reaching the edge of his throat.

  Both of us knew that if he tried to move the wire would be thin enough to slice through, and I knew his pride was too much to allow death to get him so soon.

  Hearing of the kid gasps as I lightly press the wire further towards his throat, a thin, small, cut barely visible. I grinned as I look into his eyes filled with fear and panic.

  I lifted my finger off the wire, backing up with a chuckle having then give a sigh of relief, before bringing my palm into their throat, the wire in between, cutting a thin line as blood seeps through the wound. A scream erupted from their throat, causing more pain to follow into his system.

  I lifted my palm off once satisfied, tears streaming down the boys face. I unhooked the wire and placed it onto a tray I had sat off onto the side.

  Their breaths were ragged and ridged, whimpers could be heard from them as I wiped the blood off my hands.

  'Already screaming?' I chuckle at the question knowing he won't answer. But to my surprise,

  'Wh, what.. w-what the fu,  fuck.' I laughed at this.

  'You have a foul mouth. You know what father says, "If you have a foul mouth you should not have a loud sound". You, my dear,' I grab a bottle of acid, along with a knife and scalpel, other surgical tools I brought as well, 'You are very loud.'

  I collected the scalpel into a firm grasp, and aligned it to his throat, cutting deeper and making a clean line, grabbing metal grippers to open the wound wider, getting a rag and wiping away the blood before it gets too much to see.

  I grab the scalpel again as the boy screams and cries in agony while I cleanly cut through the muscle into the larynx, again using another pair of metal grippers to move the meat and widen the cut. The vocal cords were in sight, and I carefully grabbed a syringe, filled with a liquid, and injected it into them, before cutting a slit a few centimeters above the injection area.

  I let the pair of metal gripping the muscle go, and grabbed the dissolvable thread along with needle, and sew the muscle together, then following forth with the skin.

  'I'm feeling nice.' I say as I sow in the cut I created from the wire, the boy crying in pain in agony as they try to talk, but only breathless gasps were able to escape his throat. 'It's so sad you can't scream anymore, but your agonizing face is much more enjoyable when you aren't flinching as curses and yelling.' I laughed as I placed the bloody tools onto the tray with the hooks and wires.

  I looked at his features, and decided to leave him out on the streets when I'm done. I grabbed an iron rod I had sitting on hot coal, bringing it to his chest as I singed it though his shirt. A disconnected upside down triangle, in the middle the sign of  an eye, the pupil, a simple X.

  I place the rod back as I see the kid whimperings voiceless pleas for mercy, making me smile as I place my hand on his head, petting him. I look at the alarm clock build into the wall above, seeing it was almost five, a remembrance of me having to get ready for an event I said to attend at six.

  'There there now child, I'm on a busy schedule, so I'll be nice to you today.' Their tears rolled down fruitlessly as I see their eyes drooping down.

  I grab an adrenaline needle, ejecting it into his veins in order to make sure hes awake for the last level.

  I quickly tied him up to a wooden pole that laid horizontally, making sure the ropes were tight and he can't move, along with making sure the ropes weren't over his stomach.

  I grabbed a bowl, along with a diseased rat I had stored away. Picking up hot coal with tonsils.

  I placed the rat on his stomach, covering it with the bowl upside down, and playing the coal onto the bowl.

  The steaming coal quickly heated up the bowl, and the rat could be heard squirming around in its place.

  I watched as the boys face went from fearful to pure pain, knowing the rat has started digging into his stomach to escape.

  I smirked as I walked away to clean myself up. I don't have much time to sit and watch his agony as much as I'd like, but I suppose I can watch someone elses another day.

((Happy Halloween (late ik got busy yesterday)))