Rusted Gold Corner

As the Ichor runs though gold, it leaves a horrible copper color behind it. Aka, This is where I post my nsfw shit, mainly gore, but occasionally sexual.

[copper-buddle]

okay so I’m aware this is a Gore type of a side account

But, I’m gonna make it into my nsfw account. 

So, Sexual stuff will happen here.

If you don’t want that, shoo.

[copper-buddle]

Uhhh... the last one! Accidentally hurting Crystal!

ye

———

Crystal stood very still as the warlock hovered over them counting all the cracks in their wings and beak.

When they got back from the facility Marvin was mostly okay, just tired and reeling from the ordeal, and Crystal understood that. That’s why they didn’t push it when Marvin just cast a quick spell to hold their body together before he crashed.

The golem familiar is definitely regretting that now. They knew that the magician’s magick felt strange but they didn’t push it.

And when Marvin fell sick, all those thoughts were pushed to the wayside as Crystal tried to go day by day as they reeled from the after shocks of the illness.

Crystal is getting off track though. What ever took over their friend isn’t their friend. They can feel the slick corrupted magick from it. It used to feel like warm water but it lost that feeling a while ago.

It’s taking everything to keep from bolting and-

“-Crystal? Are you listening?” The creature asked with a chirpy tone.

The golem jolted slightly. “Sorry, I got lost in my thoughts, what was the question again?” Crystal hoped that their tone was upbeat.

“I was asking what kind of crystal ashes you wanted for your runes? For some reason we don’t have any ashes except for obsidian and amethyst ashes.” The corrupted warlock babbled as he moved covered bowls onto the table.

Crystal fidgeted slightly. “...Amethyst please!” They chirped as they bobbed their head in fake interest. “I don’t think I can pull off Obsidian runes!”

The creature just laughed a mockery of Marvin’s voice. “I don’t know! Maybe you could! Stretch out your wings please.” He asked before he started to babble again.

Crystal shakily stretched out their half healed wing and the warlock grabbed it gently. His hands felt cool to the touch. He continued to babble and speak about anything that came to his mind as he worked on repairing the Golem’s runes and etching a few new ones to speed up healing.

Crystal clicked their beak shut as they let their mind wander, they’re probably going to be here a while.

—

“-And then, when they were begging for their mercy I just laughed!” The warlock cackled, snapping the golem out of their thoughts.

Crystal flinched slightly at the laughter before they nervously laughed as well.

“Well, we’re almost done here!” He chirped as swiped down the brush. Crystal immediately knew that he strayed outside the etching, and winced slightly as they heard his grumble.

In the corner of their eyes they saw the creature twitch Marvin’s eyes before the black goo Marvin threw up bubbled out of the corner of his eye.

Unknowingly, the golem immediately tried to jerk out of the creatures grasp.

...

The sound of shattering crystal filled the room as the warlock tightened his hold.

For a brief, split moment, Crystal didn’t feel anything. But then pain bloomed from their wing and Crystal shrieked as they jerked away from the monster.

The golem faintly heard the monster shriek in alarm as well before it started to blubber apologies.

The golem didn’t give it any thought, they just rapidly flapped their broken wing to get away from it, all the while chittering and screaching. After a moment the monster fled the room, leaving a trail of the bubbling goo behind.

[copper-buddle]

Write itttttttttttt

Which one?

I haven’t slept at all so understand my confusion about everything pls

[copper-buddle]

Not necessarily, as long as he wasn't actively threatening everything she would work on trying to find a way to fix it. Ohhhh I've had a terrible idea, so.. we've seen he's strong, and doesn't always think about what he's doing, so what if he accidentally hurt Crystal

Immediate terrified goopy sobbing and hiding himself away.

He doesn’t want to hurt his loved ones it’s just that the bubbling gets too loud at times and he can’t see anything else.

It would take a while for him to trust himself to be around anyone if he accidently hurts Crystal.

[copper-buddle]

look the other option is writing when puppeteer realized what happened which could also be a viable thing.... I'll keep the offer of the dog pic for that too

fair

But honestly she’d probably kidnap him to try to force him back to sanity but that’s not going to happen as there’s no way that I can think of to remove the corruption.

...I really wanna corrupt blog Marvin but I’m not and that is sadness.

[copper-buddle]

I willlll,,,, give you a dog pic if you write Corrupted!Marvin realizing that Crystal is terrified of him

You say that like he’s stable enough to even realize that.

Seriously. He’s mostly stable, but if he realizes that his familiar is terrified of him he will shatter.

Do u want that?

Do u want to deal with a unstable man with way too much power?

[copper-buddle]

ooh cookies

@asexual-vampire u better pay up

———

Marvin hummed as he walked around his kitchen, it’s been a few days since he came down with that bout of illness, he’s still sick. No doubt about that.

But he’s feeling much more healthier. He isn’t chained to his bed and throwing up his magick all over himself anymore. Marvin smiled a fang filled smile to himself as he pulled a bag of bread out of his cabinets.

He only briefly paused to glance at his hands, he could’ve sworn his nails weren’t that long nor that sharp.

...Oh well.

The Warlock just shrugged as he got back to work on making his sandwich. “Crys! I’m making some food, do you want any?” Marvin called as he continued to work.

He didn’t get a response. And that’s alright, a bit worrying, but fine. They’re still recovering from the horrible misdeeds the DSO did. Marvin doesn’t regret burning down that facility. He doesn’t regret slaughtering all those guards that nearly killed his familiar, and he definitely doesn’t regret forcing the survivors to-

The screeching of metal suddenly filled the room snapping him out of the daze he was falling in.

“Oh poo.” The warlock muttered as he glared down at the now bent knife. “That’s the fifth one this week.” He sighed as he tossed it behind him, it landed in a trash can.

Marvin sighed again as he turned back down towards his half made sandwich only to freeze, beside it, on the counter had a few drops of slick black goo.

Swearing under his breath Marvin reached up to his chin, he wasn’t aware he was dripping again. He quickly reached into his pocket and retrieved a blackened rag.

Carefully avoiding touching anything else he started to clean up the liquid magick that was dripping down his chin, “Why does this keep happening?” The warlock muttered to himself as he skillfully cleaned it up, it left a trail, it always does. But atleast it wasn’t too obvious that he was still recovering from that bout of flu.

Once that was taken care off he moved to shove the rag back into his pockets and return to his half made sandwich only to freeze again as the doorbell went off.

Marvin sighed as he forlornly stared at his sandwich. He isn’t that hungry, but he still wants to eat.

He then turned and walked towards the door to his apartment. “Coming!” He muttered as he grabbed his black mask off the couch and slid it on. He doesn’t understand why it’s black now, but he likes it.

Forcing a smile onto his face the magician turned warlock opened the door, “Hello! Can I help you-?” Only to get a fist in his face.

Marvin was thrown across his the appartment and into the small hallway across the room.

A man stepped into the room with a angered expression. “I don’t know how the hell you managed to get here, but I won’t let you get any further. Marvin.” The intruder spat with a glare.

“Hen has way too many things here that you cannot get your hands on.” He continued but Marvin wasn’t listening.

All he heard was ringing in his ears as he felt something bubble in his chest. The feeling slowly grew and it crawled up and up until it reached his head, Marvin snarled as he stood up. All the while he felt the bubbling jerk and bounce around his eyes.

“You dare attack me?” Marvin snarled as he felt something drip down from the corner of his eye. “In my own home?!” He continued. He faintly heard the intruder let out a confused noise before Marvin leapt forward with two dark purple fire filled fists.

The intruder didn’t have any time to react before he was launched back into the stair well by a flaming fist. Marvin snarled and quickly leapt after the intruder.

As soon as he dropped down in front of the man he had to dodge a green covered fist towards his mask. The warlock just barely managed to dodge, the intruder sent another fist after him immediately but this time Marvin didn’t just dodge, filling his hands with nearly black flames he lashed out, forcing the intruder’s arm to go upwards.

Marvin then lashed out with his feet, only for the intruder to catch it and force the Warlock onto the ground. “Where the hell is he?!” The intruder snarled.

Marvin get something slid down his cheek from his corner of his mouth as he flashed the fuzzy intruder a blackened fang filled smirk as he tried to grab the intruders arms.

“Who are you talking about?” Marvin cackled as he felt something drip from the corner of his eyes again.

“######! What the hell did you do with ######!?!” The intruder snarled as he moved to pin the warlock with one hand and raise a fist with his other.

Marvin just let out a gurgling laugh and the fist came down, it knocked off the warlock’s mask and forced him to look to the side. Marvin didn’t even blink as he immediately turned back to the intruder. Marvin’s fang filled grin grew as he faintly registered the look of shock on the intruder’s face.

The mans grip of the warlock slackened slightly and Marvin reacted immediately by throwing him off of him and across the room. The man was still apparently in shock as Marvin quickly jumped up and towards him. Marvin felt more trails of something slide down his chin.

The intruder let out a noise of alarm as Marvin cackled and jumped forward then on top of the intruder, pinning him down immediately.

Marvin’s wild expression widened as his clawed hands wrapped around the intruder’s neck and started to squeeze.

The intruder started to struggle and scratch at Marvin’s hands.

Marvin felt more and more liquid slid out of his eyes and mouth and finally his ears, the bubbling goo dripped down his chin and cheeks towards the intruder under him.

Marvin giggled manically as he tried to kill the intruder.

“#-######! It’s Me!” The intruder managed to spit out, “Its Chase-!”

Marvin froze and the man-No, Chase knocked him off of him. Chase scrambled back from Marvin with worried and fear filled eyes, “...What happened to you, Henrik?” Chase whispered.

Marvin just smirked a wild grin, “Everything has a price Brody, even Magick.” Marvin giggled before he spat out a lob of black.

Out of no where Marvin’s hands lit up and Chase was teleported out of the Warlock’s theatre.

Marvin just cackled.

He just cackled as he sobbed black goo.

[copper-buddle]

So what exactly happened??

Okay, for some reason in that bad ending, Puppeteer didn’t come for him or wasn’t told. And he didn’t have the firepower to escape without severely hurting himself or possibly dying. Neither of those was good.

So, he made a different choice. He called for the Void’s help.

And it listened.

But the void is basically filled with bad stuff and Dark Magick, as in dark dark magick.

He burned the facility to the ground, but he had the Void’s magick in him. And it doesn’t like to share.

That stuff he was throwing up? Was his own magick. It was corrupted, and his body was expelling it. 

Because his magick wasn’t replenishing fast enough against the corruption, soon all his magick will be corrupted. But the problem with that is that he can’t survive without his Magick.

So he’s going to either die, or his body will have to adapt to the new magick.

[copper-buddle]

hm

I wanna do more with that corruption fic

But I can’t think of where to go.

I also wanna chat about what happened and what I do know about it.

[copper-buddle]

hm

I wanna do more with that corruption fic

But I can’t think of where to go.

I also wanna chat about what happened and what I do know about it.

[copper-buddle]

Chase makes a sex joke becus of the blindfold and gets stabbed immediately

yes. just let me...

there. it’s written down.

I’m doing that when I get in the mood to write torture again.

[copper-buddle]

Hi! I heard you take requests! So can I order uh a Hacker or Puppeteer torturing Superbro?

Sure!

I’m really tired right now, so it might be a bit short and have grammar problems.

When I’m feeling more awake I’ll definitely return and flesh it out more!

———

Hacker’s demented giggles filled the room as the hero struggled.

He was tied down to the metal slab under him and he was blindfolded.

Chase made a single mistake the last fight, and that was all Hacker needed. The glitch knocked him out and when Chase woke up, he was in this predicament. It sucks.

The hero frowned as he pulled on his bindings, even with his heightened strength, he couldn’t break solid metal that’s probably enchanted.

He’s trapped.

“So ͞how f͜a̡r th̛e͠ m̢i̷g̛ht͜y̸ h͠av͡e f͘a̧ll͘en~!”̵ Hacker’s voice giggled out, it sounded like he was both beside him and across the room. Chase scowled as he let his head fall to the metal slab he’s sure is a morgue slab.

“Where am I?” He scowled towards the voice (voices?)

“In ͢my̡ ͡of̸f̛i͡ce̡!͢ Wh͝ere else̢ woul̛d yo͘ư b̧e͠,̛ ͝he̴ro͟?̢” Hacker’s voice dripped with static and anger as he spat the word hero out. Chase had to bite back a wince as he felt the villain’s talons squeeze his shoulder.

“I don’t know, somewhere not with a insane monster?” Chase spat out as he tried to jerk his shoulder away, it didn’t help. Just made Hacker dig his talons deeper.

The hero had to bite back yelp as he felt the demon’s claws break the skin and then dig under the skin.

“́O̴h͝,̡ h̕o͡w ͏funn̢y͜!̡ Thi͡ş’l͡l ͏be͟ ͏f̡u͡n,̢ a̸nd͝ ̕I’͢ll̷ l̸o͝ve̷ ͞hàvi̶ǹg ̀y̢ou͝ ͜as ̡m̧y ̕p̢et~.͠.͘.”

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The magician coughed slightly. Ever since he called for the void to escape the facility, he’s been feeling sick.

His skin was sickly pale and had a unhealthily sheen, he’s been basically chained to his room, and his eyes. Oh his eyes. What once was brilliant blue gems that glittered in the light, was now dull dead grey.

He didn’t know that though.

He’s been chained to his room, Crystal tried to help, but a hawk sized golem can only do so much.

Marvin coughed again, he kept coughing. Coughing and coughing and then gagging.

He felt something bubble up his throat and not daring to call for help, the Magician managed to swing his head over the side of his bed as the slimy bubble filled ichor reached his mouth.

His whole body shook and trembled as he gagged and threw up the horrible tasting black liquid. He had no idea how long it lasted, just hanging off the side of the bed as the ichor flooded out of his mouth.

Eventually, it slowed to a trickle, and he could slump against the once soft blankets and pillows.

The Ichor still dripped out of his mouth, leaving a trail of slimy black. He gagged once more but no Ichor answered the call.

He could hear it bubbling on the floor beside him. He has no idea what it is, and he couldn’t muster the energy to go to his meager library and find out what it is. He knows it’s magical though, and it’s killing him.

The magician coughed again as he limply laid on his bed.

His eyes were dead and the black Ichor that dripped down his chin and cheeks made his already pale and sickly skin look even worse.

He’s dying.

His eyes flashed a weak blue before fading. He doesn’t even know why he tries. Trying to heal himself has never been his strong suit. He always let the other magical beings he knew do it.

His healing magick was unrivaled compared to anyone else, but when he tried to heal himself it was next to useless.

The magician gagged again as a small flood of Ichor flooded his mouth, this time he didn’t even try to move. He just vomited the Ichor all over his bed and himself.

What a mess.

The slick, slimy, bubbling black Ichor coated his skin and bed and it stuck to him like glue.

He weakly tried to scrap it off, but that didn’t help. He quickly gave up and tilted his head downwards slightly.

He’s tired.

And he just wants to give in.

Wouldn’t it be easier to just give in?

[copper-buddle]

I think I have everything tagged correctly.

Let me know if anything isn’t tagged correctly.

Reblog and Afternoon Reblog are reblogs.

And Copper Writes is purely what I’ve written.

Copper Answers will be tagged for all Asks I hope I’ll get.

But for now, requests are open because I want to write.

The only rules are that I won’t do anything sexual. Kidnapping? Sure. Murder? I’m down. Stripping a man’s skin off piece by piece while he’s still alive? Absolutely down. Sex? Fuck no.

If you want to have the request leading up to sex behind the scenes, that will be a case by case.

[copper-buddle]

The demon was so.. patient. So patient and caring. He It gently fed the human ice and made sure they didn’t eat to much and too fast so they wouldn’t throw it up later.

Why..? Why though? He-(nononoitsnothumandontfalldonthumanizeit)-It just cut off their hand the day before (Or was it weeks? They couldn’t tell.).

Why would he(stop it)it care? Whywhywhy-

The Human was snapped out of its downward spiral as a staticky hand touched the blindfolded human. The Demon left the gag off after he fed them the ice chips. Lucky them.

“Hel͜l͜o, Pe͠t.” The Demon’s staticky voice rumbled. (Why does he keep calling them Pet? That’s not their name.)

The human tried to voice their thoughts. But when they opened their mouth to speak, the Demon swiftly reached over and closed their mouth. They could feel the points of the demons claws. (Descriptions. Feelings. Sounds. When are they going to be able to see again?)

“͞A̢h̕ ͝a͝h́ ̵àh, ͟n̛o͠ ̨tal̷ki͠n̷g.̕ ̕Y͏ou͞ a̧r̴e̕n’҉t full҉y͜ ̸hea̸le͟d ̧y͡et.” The Demon quickly admonished as he pulled his hands away.

The human just let out a soft sigh before they let their head roll towards where the Demon’s voice was coming from.

“̸Y̡o͢u’ve̸ t͢r͞u̴l͢y̸ b̕eęņ súc͠ḩ ̨a g̴oo̴d͡ ̕p̛e̴t̛. Yoú o͘n͟ly had ͞a͡ ͢fe̶w ̛hic҉c͘ups ̢at͢ ͡f͜ir͜s̕t҉,͘ b̸ut n͏o͏w l͜o̷ok ́at҉ y̨o͠ų, ņice,̶ q͝u̶iet, an͏d ju̸s̕t wai͏t͟ing ̢f̴or ́y͘ou͟r͝ M҉a̶ste͠r͝ t̀o͘ ̸c̵o̷me ҉s͝ee y̢ou͘.̡”̧ The Demon rumbled as a think of flesh on metal could be heard. (Did h-he bring something...? Or.. or was that just him dropping his arm?)

The human made a quiet protesting noise at the ‘Master’ thing.

“A͜h ah͏,͟ ̕s̕t̛ay҉ q͏ui͘e͜t. We re͠al͏l͞y don’̡t͟ wan͏t ̶t͝o͘ ̸r̛ep̨ea̧t̵ yo̢ur... ͝p͟re̴v̨i̵o͜us͠ pųnishmènt̕ again, do ̶we?̧”̸ A edge slowly crept into his voice, but by the end it the sentence held a razor sharp tone.

The Human almost let out a quiet noise before they closed their mouth with a click and they jerkily shook their head.

“͠I̧ t͜ho͘ught ͠so͞.”͏ He continued. “Y̧ou ̴k͜n͜o̴w, at ͜f̨ir̡s͏t I ̢w͏a̷s j̀ust̛ ͡goi̢n͜g ͝t͟o҉ u̕se ͡yo͢u ͠as ͝a ͏tortu͏r̷è p̸et,̸ ̶b͏u̶t I͞ hav́e͏ ͞a ̸b̴ett͝e͞r̸ ̵įdéa.̸” ...For some reason, something deep within the human felt hurt at that prospect. (Why does that hurt..? A-and.. when did they start calling him him?)

“Ýoų ͠see͘,̵ as͝ ̴s̕omeone as ̧po̴we̡rful̵ ̨as͏ me͝ ̸r͡e̸a̕l̷ly͘ ͏shou̡l͢d͟n’̕t͏ be͢ ̀śţoop̀in̴g͜ ҉śo͢ l̛o͠w̶ a̧s ̴t҉o̕ be͝i̵n͢g have̡ ͘t̶o͝ ̕c̢le͝an̕ m̡y̕ ͜o͢w͢n ͞to͘ols.”͟ The Demon as his sharp talon filled hands moved to hold the stub of a wrist the Human had.

“͢So̶ ̵I͜ w̧a̵s ͜th͜i͢n͠king you coul҉d ͟do i͘t͏, ̡e͟ve͠n ̡a̡s͠ b͡ŗo̢ke͟n ͟a͡s yo҉u a̵re-“ the Human let out a hurt whimper as the Demon’s fingers drifted across the burnt still healing flesh and muscle. “̛I ́sa͞id̕,͞ Q͎̰̗̳͎u͏̤͓̙i̱͇̬̥̮͜ͅęt̗̩.̱̭”̲͈̪͓͓̻̝͞

He snarled as he purposely pressed down onto the burnt flesh. The Human opened their mouth to let out a hurt scream but just managed to barely close their mouth in time. They still couldn’t hold back a whimper though.

The Demon sighed. “͟.͟..̀Át̢lèas͟t̷ y҉ou ͏t̀rie͏d͏.͡ ̧B̵ut ͞st͞i҉lļ,͝ ͘y͠ou̷ ̷di͝d̸n͡’t ̢ļis͟t̕e̡n.” He morosely muttered.

“̵Y͜ou sti͞l̨l̷ ͝n̸eed to͡ ͏be pun͏i͝s͏hed. ͡Bu͡t ̢you did̀ t͏r̡y,͠ so͡ ́i̡t͞ ̶is̛n’͞t go͞ing ̸t͜ǫ b͠e a̧s b̀ad ąş ̛b̶e͢f̡o̢r̡e͘.”̀ As the demon spoke, it sounded like his voice faded away slightly before returning.

The human just kept quiet as a few tears started to leak out. (Oh, tears. When did they get the ability to cry again..?)

“I͡t’͠s ͘a̵l̢r͝ig̸ht͟, ҉I’m ͠no̴t͟ ̛go̡i͜ng t͏ò cùt͟ ̷o̴f̡f you͏r̢ ot͝h̛e̡r ̷ha̷nd ̢Pȩt͞.”͘ The Demon explained in a strangely soothing tone. “͜I̕’m̷ j͞ust̴ g͢o͠i̧n̶g̷ t̢o ͝c̢ưt͝ ̧of͜f̷ ͟a̧ us̛el͡es͡s͏ ͢fin̴ge͜r.”̨ (Useless finger..? What does he mean-)

The Humans thoughts were cut off as their mouth was suddenly filled with that horrible copper tasting gag and something sharp and metal like wrapped around their ring finger. Oh god-

They tried to pull their hand, and thus their finger away but due to the shackles hold, they couldn’t move their hand. They could shift it into a fist, so they did so. The Demon immediately let out an angry growl as the edges of the humans ring finger started to bleed.

The Demon always made sure his tools were razor sharp.

“̧S̶̀t͟o̴҉p. F̷ͭ͛͊͆̕ĩ̛͋ͩ̑ͣg̾͒͂̾ͯ̃͢h̨̧̍̽ͩ̎͡t̴̑͐̈́̉ͭ̐ͦ͘iͪ̋ͮͯͤ̽̅̍̚nͭͥ̐̀̚gͬ̑͋ͧ̕!̸̾̑͋̉ͦ͌ͮ̊͜”̅̓̉̆͐̀̾ It snarled as the sound of static in the room spiked. The Human quickly felt the sharp talons of the Demon roughly jerk on the tight fist they had their remaining hand in. They could feel the demon’s rage increase.

“̀Fine. If̢ ҉yo͞u͘ wa̴nt́ ҉t́o͏ bȩ t̨rou͘b͜l̷e̡, ̢I ̶wo̕ń’͞t le͞t̕ ̴t̷his͡ be͞ ͘q̷ui̷c͟k an͠d ea͘sy.͠”̢ It snarled before they felt the razor sharp tips of the tool wrap around the base of the ring finger.

The human tried to jerk their hand away, but was too late as the sickening sound of a bone breaking along with the slick squelching noise of metal through flesh echoed through the room. It was quickly followed the by the scream of the human.

The scream was rough, cracked, and filled with pain.

The Demon dropped the metal tool, Shears, With an loud clunk onto the floor.

“Wh͝y ͜d͘i̕d ̡yo͠u have to͏ m̛ake ̡t͟hiś ͏s̢o͢ ̢dif̧fi̢cul҉t?̸”͡ It asked the screaming human as the sound of a fire roaring through the room echoed briefly before vanishing.

The Human’s scream was drifting off as they paled. But before they could fall into the Void, the sound and smell of sizzling, burnt flesh occurred.

And once again the Human screamed.

Due to the fist, the missing finger wasn’t as neat as the Demon would’ve liked. If the Human manages to survive its torture, it would leave this room with multiple scars and burn marks on the fingers adjacent to the ring finger.

“I’̵m so ͘s͡o͜r͢r̡y̨ y̴o͞u ̴m͝ade͏ ̡m͝e ̧do t͏his͟ ̷P͢e̷t.͠”̕ The Demon cooed in a faux concerned and worried tone.

“B̨u͝t̷ t͏h͢at’͏ş ̨a͟lr̀igh̸t, ҉n̸ów t̨h̷a͏t͡ ýour͡ pun̷ishmen̸t i͘s̶ ̵o͡v̴ér ҉I̢ ̶c͏a̸n̸ ǵo ba̶c͠k̡ ͟to co͠mf͝o͞r͜t͘i͘ng̴ yo̷u̷.͝”̛ It continued as it ran its talons down the sobbing humans tear filled cheeks.

“̧D̸on’t ̸c͡r͘y ͏P͢èt҉,́ M͡a̛śt̀e͝r͟’s ͏her̴e̢ a͠n̵d ̛I̕’l͢l̢ ͜m͟a̷k͟e ̀the͏ ̷pai͝n͜ ̵g͟o̢ ̶a͟w̕a͞y.͜”͘ It crooned before the Human felt something prick their neck.

The tears quickly dried after the source of the prick was removed. Their tied down limbs felt a bit heavier under the metal shackles and the human couldn’t even move their head.

They tried to fight it, but they were quickly loosing the battle. As they finally started to drift off, they could faintly hear the Demon speak.

“Do̢n’̡t̷ fig̴ht ͏i͟t P̷et. ̷Ju͘st ͏l͘isţe͘n̕ ̸t͜o your ͢Ma͝s̕te̸r̀ a͘nd let t̶he͟ a͢nes͏t͡h̨es̷ia ̵do i͞t͟’s͘ ẃo҉r̶k̶. ̡I͘ wo̢ǹt̷ l̛et ̴a͏ny̶on̢e ̸hurt ͢yo͝u͞ w̴hile͏ ̛y̷ǫu͟ re̸st́. Ma͟st̀e̢r’͘s͞ ̸h̴e̴r͡e͢.”

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The demon was so.. patient. So patient and caring. He It gently fed the human ice and made sure they didn’t eat to much and too fast so they wouldn’t throw it up later.

Why..? Why though? He-(nononoitsnothumandontfalldonthumanizeit)-It just cut off their hand the day before (Or was it weeks? They couldn’t tell.).

Why would he(stop it)it care? Whywhywhy-

The Human was snapped out of its downward spiral as a staticky hand touched the blindfolded human. The Demon left the gag off after he fed them the ice chips. Lucky them.

“Hel͜l͜o, Pe͠t.” The Demon’s staticky voice rumbled. (Why does he keep calling them Pet? That’s not their name.)

The human tried to voice their thoughts. But when they opened their mouth to speak, the Demon swiftly reached over and closed their mouth. They could feel the points of the demons claws. (Descriptions. Feelings. Sounds. When are they going to be able to see again?)

“͞A̢h̕ ͝a͝h́ ̵àh, ͟n̛o͠ ̨tal̷ki͠n̷g.̕ ̕Y͏ou͞ a̧r̴e̕n’҉t full҉y͜ ̸hea̸le͟d ̧y͡et.” The Demon quickly admonished as he pulled his hands away.

The human just let out a soft sigh before they let their head roll towards where the Demon’s voice was coming from.

“̸Y̡o͢u’ve̸ t͢r͞u̴l͢y̸ b̕eęņ súc͠ḩ ̨a g̴oo̴d͡ ̕p̛e̴t̛. Yoú o͘n͟ly had ͞a͡ ͢fe̶w ̛hic҉c͘ups ̢at͢ ͡f͜ir͜s̕t҉,͘ b̸ut n͏o͏w l͜o̷ok ́at҉ y̨o͠ų, ņice,̶ q͝u̶iet, an͏d ju̸s̕t wai͏t͟ing ̢f̴or ́y͘ou͟r͝ M҉a̶ste͠r͝ t̀o͘ ̸c̵o̷me ҉s͝ee y̢ou͘.̡”̧ The Demon rumbled as a think of flesh on metal could be heard. (Did h-he bring something...? Or.. or was that just him dropping his arm?)

The human made a quiet protesting noise at the ‘Master’ thing.

“A͜h ah͏,͟ ̕s̕t̛ay҉ q͏ui͘e͜t. We re͠al͏l͞y don’̡t͟ wan͏t ̶t͝o͘ ̸r̛ep̨ea̧t̵ yo̢ur... ͝p͟re̴v̨i̵o͜us͠ pųnishmènt̕ again, do ̶we?̧”̸ A edge slowly crept into his voice, but by the end it the sentence held a razor sharp tone.

The Human almost let out a quiet noise before they closed their mouth with a click and they jerkily shook their head.

“͠I̧ t͜ho͘ught ͠so͞.”͏ He continued. “Y̧ou ̴k͜n͜o̴w, at ͜f̨ir̡s͏t I ̢w͏a̷s j̀ust̛ ͡goi̢n͜g ͝t͟o҉ u̕se ͡yo͢u ͠as ͝a ͏tortu͏r̷è p̸et,̸ ̶b͏u̶t I͞ hav́e͏ ͞a ̸b̴ett͝e͞r̸ ̵įdéa.̸” ...For some reason, something deep within the human felt hurt at that prospect. (Why does that hurt..? A-and.. when did they start calling him him?)

“Ýoų ͠see͘,̵ as͝ ̴s̕omeone as ̧po̴we̡rful̵ ̨as͏ me͝ ̸r͡e̸a̕l̷ly͘ ͏shou̡l͢d͟n’̕t͏ be͢ ̀śţoop̀in̴g͜ ҉śo͢ l̛o͠w̶ a̧s ̴t҉o̕ be͝i̵n͢g have̡ ͘t̶o͝ ̕c̢le͝an̕ m̡y̕ ͜o͢w͢n ͞to͘ols.”͟ The Demon as his sharp talon filled hands moved to hold the stub of a wrist the Human had.

“͢So̶ ̵I͜ w̧a̵s ͜th͜i͢n͠king you coul҉d ͟do i͘t͏, ̡e͟ve͠n ̡a̡s͠ b͡ŗo̢ke͟n ͟a͡s yo҉u a̵re-“ the Human let out a hurt whimper as the Demon’s fingers drifted across the burnt still healing flesh and muscle. “̛I ́sa͞id̕,͞ Q͎̰̗̳͎u͏̤͓̙i̱͇̬̥̮͜ͅęt̗̩.̱̭”̲͈̪͓͓̻̝͞

He snarled as he purposely pressed down onto the burnt flesh. The Human opened their mouth to let out a hurt scream but just managed to barely close their mouth in time. They still couldn’t hold back a whimper though.

The Demon sighed. “͟.͟..̀Át̢lèas͟t̷ y҉ou ͏t̀rie͏d͏.͡ ̧B̵ut ͞st͞i҉lļ,͝ ͘y͠ou̷ ̷di͝d̸n͡’t ̢ļis͟t̕e̡n.” He morosely muttered.

“̵Y͜ou sti͞l̨l̷ ͝n̸eed to͡ ͏be pun͏i͝s͏hed. ͡Bu͡t ̢you did̀ t͏r̡y,͠ so͡ ́i̡t͞ ̶is̛n’͞t go͞ing ̸t͜ǫ b͠e a̧s b̀ad ąş ̛b̶e͢f̡o̢r̡e͘.”̀ As the demon spoke, it sounded like his voice faded away slightly before returning.

The human just kept quiet as a few tears started to leak out. (Oh, tears. When did they get the ability to cry again..?)

“I͡t’͠s ͘a̵l̢r͝ig̸ht͟, ҉I’m ͠no̴t͟ ̛go̡i͜ng t͏ò cùt͟ ̷o̴f̡f you͏r̢ ot͝h̛e̡r ̷ha̷nd ̢Pȩt͞.”͘ The Demon explained in a strangely soothing tone. “͜I̕’m̷ j͞ust̴ g͢o͠i̧n̶g̷ t̢o ͝c̢ưt͝ ̧of͜f̷ ͟a̧ us̛el͡es͡s͏ ͢fin̴ge͜r.”̨ (Useless finger..? What does he mean-)

The Humans thoughts were cut off as their mouth was suddenly filled with that horrible copper tasting gag and something sharp and metal like wrapped around their ring finger. Oh god-

They tried to pull their hand, and thus their finger away but due to the shackles hold, they couldn’t move their hand. They could shift it into a fist, so they did so. The Demon immediately let out an angry growl as the edges of the humans ring finger started to bleed.

The Demon always made sure his tools were razor sharp.

“̧S̶̀t͟o̴҉p. F̷ͭ͛͊͆̕ĩ̛͋ͩ̑ͣg̾͒͂̾ͯ̃͢h̨̧̍̽ͩ̎͡t̴̑͐̈́̉ͭ̐ͦ͘iͪ̋ͮͯͤ̽̅̍̚nͭͥ̐̀̚gͬ̑͋ͧ̕!̸̾̑͋̉ͦ͌ͮ̊͜”̅̓̉̆͐̀̾ It snarled as the sound of static in the room spiked. The Human quickly felt the sharp talons of the Demon roughly jerk on the tight fist they had their remaining hand in. They could feel the demon’s rage increase.

“̀Fine. If̢ ҉yo͞u͘ wa̴nt́ ҉t́o͏ bȩ t̨rou͘b͜l̷e̡, ̢I ̶wo̕ń’͞t le͞t̕ ̴t̷his͡ be͞ ͘q̷ui̷c͟k an͠d ea͘sy.͠”̢ It snarled before they felt the razor sharp tips of the tool wrap around the base of the ring finger.

The human tried to jerk their hand away, but was too late as the sickening sound of a bone breaking along with the slick squelching noise of metal through flesh echoed through the room. It was quickly followed the by the scream of the human.

The scream was rough, cracked, and filled with pain.

The Demon dropped the metal tool, Shears, With an loud clunk onto the floor.

“Wh͝y ͜d͘i̕d ̡yo͠u have to͏ m̛ake ̡t͟hiś ͏s̢o͢ ̢dif̧fi̢cul҉t?̸”͡ It asked the screaming human as the sound of a fire roaring through the room echoed briefly before vanishing.

The Human’s scream was drifting off as they paled. But before they could fall into the Void, the sound and smell of sizzling, burnt flesh occurred.

And once again the Human screamed.

Due to the fist, the missing finger wasn’t as neat as the Demon would’ve liked. If the Human manages to survive its torture, it would leave this room with multiple scars and burn marks on the fingers adjacent to the ring finger.

“I’̵m so ͘s͡o͜r͢r̡y̨ y̴o͞u ̴m͝ade͏ ̡m͝e ̧do t͏his͟ ̷P͢e̷t.͠”̕ The Demon cooed in a faux concerned and worried tone.

“B̨u͝t̷ t͏h͢at’͏ş ̨a͟lr̀igh̸t, ҉n̸ów t̨h̷a͏t͡ ýour͡ pun̷ishmen̸t i͘s̶ ̵o͡v̴ér ҉I̢ ̶c͏a̸n̸ ǵo ba̶c͠k̡ ͟to co͠mf͝o͞r͜t͘i͘ng̴ yo̷u̷.͝”̛ It continued as it ran its talons down the sobbing humans tear filled cheeks.

“̧D̸on’t ̸c͡r͘y ͏P͢èt҉,́ M͡a̛śt̀e͝r͟’s ͏her̴e̢ a͠n̵d ̛I̕’l͢l̢ ͜m͟a̷k͟e ̀the͏ ̷pai͝n͜ ̵g͟o̢ ̶a͟w̕a͞y.͜”͘ It crooned before the Human felt something prick their neck.

The tears quickly dried after the source of the prick was removed. Their tied down limbs felt a bit heavier under the metal shackles and the human couldn’t even move their head.

They tried to fight it, but they were quickly loosing the battle. As they finally started to drift off, they could faintly hear the Demon speak.

“Do̢n’̡t̷ fig̴ht ͏i͟t P̷et. ̷Ju͘st ͏l͘isţe͘n̕ ̸t͜o your ͢Ma͝s̕te̸r̀ a͘nd let t̶he͟ a͢nes͏t͡h̨es̷ia ̵do i͞t͟’s͘ ẃo҉r̶k̶. ̡I͘ wo̢ǹt̷ l̛et ̴a͏ny̶on̢e ̸hurt ͢yo͝u͞ w̴hile͏ ̛y̷ǫu͟ re̸st́. Ma͟st̀e̢r’͘s͞ ̸h̴e̴r͡e͢.”

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I think I have everything tagged correctly.

Let me know if anything isn’t tagged correctly.

Reblog and Afternoon Reblog are reblogs.

And Copper Writes is purely what I’ve written.

Copper Answers will be tagged for all Asks I hope I’ll get.

But for now, requests are open because I want to write.

The only rules are that I won’t do anything sexual. Kidnapping? Sure. Murder? I’m down. Stripping a man’s skin off piece by piece while he’s still alive? Absolutely down. Sex? Fuck no.

If you want to have the request leading up to sex behind the scenes, that will be a case by case.