Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Tentacle fun


To the anonymous motherfucker from the comments- You might want to get some soft music and a towel ready before you start reading because you’re gonna love this you sicko



Anyway, I woke up yesterday to hear that rapist shit sucker screaming like the little bitch that he is. I knew when the fucking 80s music started up that the Wolf was back at it. I went out to watch. When I got out there, I saw the Wolf crouching on top of his chest. He wasn’t screaming anymore, just moaning. I guess he couldn’t do much else with the Wolf on top of him like that.


I noticed that she had built a fire next to them. I was about to ask if she was going to cook his ass when she casually flicked something over her shoulder.



“Why are you complaining?” She said “You were asking for it. Isn’t that what your sort always says? You should be willing to apply the same standard to yourself”



I saw the little tentacles had come out of her skin again as she flicked something else over her shoulder. It was a tooth. She was using them to pull out his fucking teeth.



“Well why did you start this if you weren’t ready to deal with the consequences?” She pulled another tooth “I mean you raped and tortured me, what was I supposed to think? And now you want to run away? Leading me on, boy!”



“You should have known better than to bring me there, to be all alone in a place like that with a girl like me. You had to know what would happen.”



She spread her arms out like she was reaching for his hands. I moved to get a better look at what she was doing. The tentacles went into his hands. Bitch boy shook his head “no”



“Sorry dear, but I can’t stop now. I just can’t control myself!” I could see his skin moving and the fucking bones in his hand being broken. Then his fingers started to split open. Then his hand sort of exploded. She licked up some of the blood then did the same to his other hand.



She hopped off his chest and pulled a knife out of the fire. She stuck it against his wrist stumps to stop the bleeding. Fucker looked like he was about to pass out, so the Wolf slapped him. He started sobbing. She stood up and looked at me. I got scared for a second that those things had taken over, but I knew it was okay when she came over and rested her head on my shoulder. I told her she was pretty. She looked at me and smiled. <3

Sunday, September 15, 2013

Been taking a few days


to reflect on what happened and to try to adjust to my current condition. I’m…. embarrassed by that post I made while feverish. I should have gone to a doctor the second I started to feel off… It just came on so fast. Regardless, I should have handled it better and I’m sorry that you all had to see that. Barely remember writing it. 

I remember burning up, then hearing Fell yelling about water, a door slamming, then Fell screaming- distant. Became aware that there was a hand on my forehead- a freezing, burning hand. Ritter was standing over me like a worried parent over a child

Couldn’t move. His tendrils held me in place

Felt like I was burning worse than ever

He slowly started to open me up. My flesh giving and tearing at his touch. I was trying not to scream but could not hold back. My cries were joined and mixed with those of Fell. I was just barely aware of what she was saying. I was afraid that she would incur Ritter’s wrath if she kept up. Tried to call out to calm her but could not manage until he flung me against the door. I don’t know if he did this out of irritation, or to taunt or if it was a sort of mercy, but I was finally able to deliver the message before he dragged me back.

I stared at the ceiling. Reminded myself that I had to be strong for Fell and Hart. Heard a cracking noise and felt fresh pain. Told myself that this was necessary after what happened with Carmine. Felt the freezing burning touch inside. Thankful that if I was to die, at least this would be a good death. Felt a strange sinking sensation

Looked down. Ritter had started to pull my organs out. Felt like a dissected lab animal as he meticulously removed my insides. They changed, darkened in his grasp as they were imbued with Azoth. Then he put them back into me and sealed my open flesh; sealing the Azoth within. Everything seemed to have gone silent. Then his song came roaring back into my mind and I blacked out.

When I opened my eyes, Carmine was standing over me; laughing.at me for thinking that I could escape. He started to touch me again. I felt his weight pressing down on me again. He spoke to me while he did it, but unlike before, he got too close. He was whispering in my ear, telling me of my worthlessness while failing to notice he was getting in range of my teeth. Seizing the opportunity I bit at his throat and bit and bit
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Ritter stood over me again. I looked down at my body. It looked like my veins were standing out and growing darker. Ritter’s song was drowning me again, telling me to let go, to sleep. To keep fighting was to prolong the pain. As if to emphasize this point, I was opened again. He repeated his earlier work on my insides He went about it slowly, observing each organ thoughtfully, like someone inspecting cuts of meat at a store. I would have laughed at that thought if I still had my lungs  

The pain was blinding. His song only grew louder which made it hurt worse. Despite this I could still hear Fell calling out to me. I closed my hands into fists while trying to cope, to hold on to her voice. Heard a weird squishing sound. I opened my hands and looked at them only to see what remained of my finger nails falling out

Everything went dark again. I was in their basement, trapped in the dark again. I found and climbed the steps leading up to the door, careful not to trip over the various bottles and tools that were strewn about them. I was so small I could barely reach the doorknob when I got to the top. It was locked. I called to them, my voice that of a child pleading to be let out. I heard a growl coming from behind me in the dark. My cries became more frantic I started pounding on the door with my little fists. My arms ached as they were already bruised but I didn’t care. I needed to get out. The growl was closer. I was terrified, screaming and crying. I started to get angry too. I was angry at them for doing this to me. I wanted to make them feel the way that I felt. The anger soon replaced the fear. My pleas soon turned to threats. I felt my body growing stronger. The door started to give and then broke. I heard them scream  

I hit a wall. Ritter had slammed me into a corner of the room. Was he angry that I did not break? Every inch of me screamed in pain and it only got worse as he sank his tendrils into my back. I heard more cracking and watched as things shifted around under my skin. Felt like I was being torn apart. Heard a strange sound. Took me some time to realize that it was my own voice. I was screaming. His will was snuffing out my own. Fell was still speaking to me through the door, telling me what others were saying; begging me to stay with her. I tried to hold on though I wondered how much longer this would continue. I felt like a broken toy in the hands of brutal child

The tendrils were finally pulled free, then a hand caught my hair. Used it to slam my head into the wall, then pull me down onto my back. A woman was on top of me. She was dirty and emaciated and her face was twisted in rage. It was me, or rather, part of me. She bit and clawed at me like an animal. I fought at first but then stopped. I laughed at her. Told her she could not exist alone. She would fail, as she had before when control was hers. The belly cannot live without the brain. I heard Fell yelling at me about revenge. I smirked and told my other self that she would not be able to take proper vengeance on Carmine without my creativity and planning- if she would even get the chance to continue. She would be totally at the mercy of Ritter’s will- feeding only when he said so. No room for fun. No room for choice. Mindless, mechanical, leashed and collared. Pathetic

She stopped, seeming to consider what I had said. I asked her which path she would take. At this, she tilted her head to the side then started to grin. Her mouth opened as if she was laughing though I heard no sound. Her features became more angular. Her teeth grew, as her mouth cracked shifted and distended to accommodate the change. Her ears became pointed and grew. Her eyes, which were already large, shifted as her skull split and reformed. The wolf that now stood in her place turned to Ritter, let out a snarl as if she would attack, then vanished.

It was just him and me now. I pushed back against his invasion of my mind. The Azoth kicked inside me. I thought my body was going to explode. I cried in agony but I still fought. I told him I would still serve him but I would do it of my own volition. Eventually, his song became softer. His force of will upon my mind receded like the tide. Perhaps he figured that if he pushed harder, I would be broken beyond use, and he obviously had been planning to use me for something. I felt a tendril slide over me- almost soothing, though it hurt. Wasn’t sure if he was impressed or exasperated. He left and a single thought crept into my mind: “At least the fever is gone”

I started to quietly laugh as the tears flowed from my eyes. I’m not sure how long I stayed like that- curled up on the floor laughing and crying as I tried to get my mind back together. I had zoned out when Fell’s voice brought me back. I could feel the Azoth moving under my skin. It got worse at her and Hart’s approach and I worried that I would hurt them. My head started to go fuzzy again but I fought it back. Ritter himself couldn’t take control, so I wasn’t about to let a piece of him do it. Fell had her arms around me even though I told her not to. Even though I was fighting, I was exhausted and I feared what would happen if I slipped up. Still she held me. Her embrace seemed to calm the movement under my skin and I was finally able to relax a bit.

If you are wondering about those other posts, join the club. I was in no condition to draw or write any of that. Going through my sketchpad, I don’t see any of those drawings. Shouldn’t be too surprised, I suppose. Not the first time something like this has happened…
Thought of taking them down… hurts to look at them. But then, masochist that I am, when have I ever walked away from a little extra pain? Hahaha

Speaking of pain, I should really be getting back to Carmine. As I said, I just wanted to give myself some time to get used to this. Still feels weird to be typing with the Azoth moving within… but not as weird as it did. On a lighter note, I had a bizarre sort of bonding moment the other day. I was listening to some music and had started to sway along with it. Felt the movements under my skin start to synchronize with it too. I stopped, but it continued on swaying along. Amused and curious, I started moving to the music again and encouraged it to do more, just to see what would happen. Felt a burning pinch as I extended my arms and felt some of it pushed out from under my skin. They actually looked rather delicate and moved gracefully as they continued to sway. I thought it was interesting that they felt different from Ritter’s. While the areas from which the emerged burned, they, themselves, were just warm to the touch. Maybe that’s why I haven’t been as cold as I usually am. I heard a noise and turned to see Fell standing there, staring at me with her mouth slightly open in apparent shock. She circled around me. I could practically hear all the questions that seemed to be going through her mind. She reached towards them. She gasped as some of them suddenly extended and wrapped around her hand. I made them let her go. She said that it was okay and assured me that they weren’t hurting her. She reached for them once more and I let them hold her hand while she asked all the expected questions. It was nice.  

Monday, September 9, 2013

The door opened



I was outside watching Carmine earlier. I was feeling shitty since neither me nor Fell have gotten any sleep since the boss started in on Wolf. Carmine’s smug commentary wasn’t helping. That idiot was convinced that Wolf was being punished for what she had done to him. Every time he opened his mouth, I wanted to bash his fucking head in with my crowbar. I held off because if there was any chance that Wolf would get through this and still be the same person, I didn’t want to ruin her revenge.   

Anyway, so I was outside when I heard Fell calling out. When I came in, the smell of blood and dead leaves smacked me in the face. I saw that the door to Wolf’s room was open. Fell had already gone inside, so I followed. It was horrible. The room was filthy with a mix of blood and Azoth. Fell was slowly approaching Wolf who was curled up into a ball on the floor. She didn’t look good. She looked starved. Her skin was even more pale than before and it moved. More to the point, I could see dark vein-like things moving just under it once I got closer. Her wounds were black scars

Fell said her name. Wolf flinched at the sound. Fell hesitated, then tried reaching out to her. Wolf yelled at her to stay back. We both jumped in fright.

She told Fell that she was afraid she would hurt her and that she needed more time to get her head together.  Fell set a doll down on the floor and crouched in front of Wolf. She had brought in that creepy little “Sunshine” doll. She asked Wolf if there was anything we could do or if she needed help getting dressed. Wolf asked for an apple, which I got for her. When I came back, she was sitting up, holding the doll with her legs tucked up to cover herself. I realized then that the rest of her fingernails and toenails were gone. She took the apple with thanks and began to eat.  Then she slowed, dropped it and started to shake. Before she could stop her, Fell wrapped her arms around her in a hug. I could see the things under her skin start to twitch more violently. Wolf told her to let go but Fell said she didn’t care about the risk and this was the best way she knew to help her. I sat down next to them and told Wolf that I was there to help her too. She shut her eyes tight. Whatever was going on under her skin eventually calmed down. She relaxed for a minute, then opened her eyes. I noticed that her eyes were bloodshot and even the blood vessels were black.

“I really stink right now” she said

We laughed, then Fell let her go and helped her up. While she got cleaned up, I went back out to watch Carmine. When he saw me walking out looking like shit and wiping my eyes, he must have assumed that Wolf was dead. He started to laugh, saying that he told me so. I didn’t say anything to him. At that moment, it was hard enough to keep a straight face and I wanted to keep what was coming to him a surprise  

- Hart

Sunday, September 8, 2013

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rip out my insides break my body apart but you will not have my mind I will not be broken again I will not drown in you am me I am me and I am stronger than before and the path I walk is the path I choose