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Ch 11: Crimson Stained the Floor

I.H.
Lust screamed and writhed underneath Horror, his sockets hollow and streaming with tears. Horror was going to kill him.. Was this how he was going to die?

He sobbed and cried painfully as Horror's other hand played with his wound, making sounds of pain that he didn't know he was capable of. He cried for mercy, begging for Horror to ease up but it seemed his pleas fell on deaf ears.

M.F.
Horror, satisfied (for now) with his doings, released himself from the other weakened skeleton. Quickly, he took out the machete from inside, tangled with flesh and fresh blood. But Horror didn't mind. Besides, he had only cut half of Lust's intestines off and took it.

He came back, his sick smile unmoving as he brought a pack of bandages and medical equipment in his hands. "Oh hush, you'll be fixed up now. Shut up, don't cry~.."

I.H.
Lust twitched, streaks of tears going down his face. Everything hurt so terribly; he thought that with this amount of pain, he'd either pass out or become numb. But it still felt like a thousand knives slicing through him.

M.F.
Horror began patching him up. And over time, he slowly realized what he has done, although it didn't affect him much. He slowed down on fixing Lust to make sure the process wouldn't be too painful than it already was.

"...Calm down. It's gonna be okay." He didn't dare look back at the other skeleton, a little guilty. After bandaging Lust up carefully, Horror walked towards his weapons to clean them, giving the other some space and rest. He sighed. "..This... wouldn't have happened if only you didn't try and stop me."

I.H.
Lust trembled with fear and pain as Horror patched him up, muffled sounds of pain slipping past his teeth. He fought back his tears, not wanting to make Horror even more angry.

Lust sighed as he was finally properly bandaged, his eyelights growing back to small pinpricks. He felt like if he moved, everything would start hurting again, so he stayed as still as he could.

"I don't care.." Lust whispered in response, eyelights heavy with sadness. "I'd rather you hurt me than someone else." He loved Horror; nothing the other could do to him would make him leave.