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What? Xie lian feels himself shaking. W-wha- oh… A burst of searing pain shoots through Xie Lian’s side. He would look, he really would, but he can’t move his head. He tries nonetheless. He slowly tries to move his head. That does nothing for the burning sensation from the ropes. If anything it drags it out more.
Another cut. He can feel warmth gush out of him. Sounds of blood spilling fills the room. A musky iron scent lays heavily on all of Xie lian’s senses. Doing nothing to dull the pain.
The person tsks. Xie lian watches as they step out of the light and come back with a bottle. They pour it all over xie lian. His wounds burn by this substance, he barely suppresses a scream. The person shoves the bottle into xie lian’s mouth and forces him to drink a thick liquid. It burns the inside of his throat and it unbearably stings.
Tears slowly easing their way out of Xie lian. Sweat dripping off of him. He pulls on his restraints. It only amplifies the ache in his wounds. A sharp knife cuts through him.
It shoots through his body. So much is clouding his brain he can’t even tell where it’s coming from. CHOP…THUD…. He screams. He yells. Sadly the bottle obstructs his mouth. Making him sound strangled.
SPLAT…THUD… He tries to move his ar- Arms? Where are his arms? Their gone?
When? How? CHOP… CHOP… His legs… are gone too?
IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS A sharp pain shoots through the stumps of his limbs. A burning follows closely behind. He feels his flesh throbbing, his flesh bleeding, oozing out blood.
Where even is he? Who really knows. He can only think of one thing IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS…..
The lights turn off. He’s left alone, with his thoughts. Could he even see the person properly? Could he even see their face?
The only thing Xie lian could tell was the thick scent of blood and the mush of flesh he is currently. And that.. Screaming? It’s muffled though… Ah that’s just him. Shaking violently. Pushing everything he has against the restraints. His head moving back and forth trying to writhe away from anything.. Everything.
WHY? WHY ME? WHY WHY WHY WHYW NWYHWHYIT HURTSITHURTS ITHURTSSAVEME PLEASE
The burning from the ropes do little to make Xie lian stop fighting against them. The bottle goes deeper in his throat. Effectively choking him. The saliva that was pooling in Xie Lian’s throat now making him cough and gag.
He stays there… How long?... How long until that person comes back? How long will he heal and then endure it all again?
Xie lian opens his eyes. He feels the ache of hunger and the thirst of water in his body. He can move more of his growing limbs. Mabey all that struggling did good. He closes his eyes.
AAAAAAH IT HURTS. Theres the burning pain. Again. Why? Why couldn’t they just leave him alone. Xie lian doesn’t want to open his eyes. CHOPCHOPCHOPSLICESLICETHUD… Sounds melt into each other. Really he just feels numb.. He doesn’t want to know what's happening. He lays there limply and the chopping and slicing lull him into a sleep.
When Xie lian opens his eyes theres a new pain. Instead the feeling of cold metal, theres warmth. It digs into his skin. Slowly, excruciatingly slow, sharp pains finding their way deeper into him. Xie lian can only look up.
New tears find their way down Xie lian’s face. He clenches his teeth. Oh, theres no bottle. SUCK. Was that… is there… Someones eating him alive. Xie lian lets out a huff of laughter. Barely sounds like it. More like panting. He then giggles and then a strained crazed laughter follows.
Is he going crazy? If so, who can really blame him? Something slices his neck. He can feel the blood dripping down his neck. Though he can’t really feel the sting.
It’s just numb… Why is everything so numb?
What day is it? Where is he? Sure he should worry about other things. But all he can think about is how he just wants to go back to scrap collecting. To finding a place to sleep. Though it was cold, it atleast didn’t come with this excruciating torture that racks his body.
He feels himself shaking. Though with laughter, tears or pain is unknown. Maybe all three.
When Xie lian next opens his eyes, he WRITHES he PULLS He STRUGGLES…. NO NO NO ANYTHING ANYTHING! ANYTHING BUT THAT PLEASEPLEASE PLEASE YOU CAN”T TAKE THIS FROM ME.. His thoughts are never said aloud. His throat is too dry for that. His voice is a mangy pained thing. While he’s mercilessly pound into.
They really love seeing him in pain.. They really couldn’t help themselves. Xie lian can’t even bother anymore. One last time he wishes he could die. One last time he tries to pull and struggle. Then he falls into the numb oblivion and the darkness for solace.
All he is now is writhing meat. Nothing more than food, nothing more than a little play thing. Just a slab of something for others to consume how they see fit.
So he lives with this torture. He lives with whatever misfortune befalls him, as always. The god of misfortune. Such a befitting title. Isn’t it? The prince who pleased gods, just to join them and fall from such a high place that should’ve killed him. Stuck with the pain of living. The pain of being used however is seen fit.
Now he’s used to it. Now… now? IS he? Really? Because. STAB STAB STAB SLICE SLICE SLICE. Warmth fills his mouth. Something slimy and hard something pounding into his throat something is stabbing hims something is burning him somethingsomething IT”S ALWAYS SOMETHING NEW.
You would think he would be used to things. But he really isn’t. He really isn't.
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He swears he feels 2 this time. 3? Maybe. Can’t really tell anymore. The stinging numbness and the thick scent of blood and come is always present. The cover of torture always wrapping around him.
It’s now always dark. You would think that would be better. It really isn’t. Accentuating his other senses. Making them stronger. Sadly making him feel the things happening to his body more.
He knows that his body is a mass of gore and flesh. Forever writhing and forever living. What is even him anymore? One of them pulls out. Then pounds into his leg. Huh, thats new. Xie lian would laugh at how innovative these people are. If only his throat wasn’t scratchy and would burn and tear whenever he used his vocal chords.
Burn and sharp pain shoots through his leg. Xie lian would’ve sighed if he could. But he doesn’t want to tear his throat open, so he stays quiet.
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A voice.. Not moans or laughs. Not grunts or pants. A voice speaking. He barely understands it.
“He’s ——-, ch—gzh—….”
He hears a door open. Light pours in… there was a door? You would think he would remember. But he can’t even remember when he got here or what the last time he ate was.
He closes his eyes. He just wants to go to sleep before he feels more pain. Maybe some new ones.
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He opens his eyes…. Where is he? He mov- He can move his head!?! More importantly, he feels no pain… It’s like something that was a part of him is gone… His vision is full of red. He notices that he is laying on something heavenly good. Divinely soft. He snuggles himself deeper into it. I hope that this isn’t a dream…
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A fun fact if you will, Xie lian, for the life of him, could not dream during his time in that room. Maybe that would’ve been happy… Mabey it would be a cruel thing. Another method to torture him.
Yet, for the first time, he dreams, or thats what he thinks it is. If not for a beautiful day dream. He hears flesh against flesh. And he’s not quite sure if blood is the thing oozing out of him this time.
He closes his eyes… And opens them…?
“Are you alright?”
Another dream…Right?