A/ntisepticeye vore story
its been a bit. I cant believe i spent time to write this-
“Run, little lab rat, run!”
What the hell had you gotten yourself into? How did an innocent afternoon walk turn into the nightmare you found yourself stranded in? Bright red flashing lights and the rapid tapping of rushed footsteps bounced off the sterile walls of the compound, linoleum flooring sporadically patterned with gore and viscera on a mission to not only mentally torment you but halt your efforts to escape… whatever that thing was. A glitch riddled husk of what looked to be a grown man, the image of him clawing his way out of the mounted camera that was used for your little ‘interview’ forever seared into your subconscious. Right next to the creature, bones still audibly and visibly snapping back into place, very violently disemboweling the scientist you had been talking to.
‘A simple study.’ I.R.I.S. said. ‘You will be completely safe! Its just a quick in and out check up at the facility! Totally won't be any reality warping and homicidal demons who seem dead set on mentally and physically destroying any human it comes across! That's silly!’ You mentally scream at yourself for falling for such an obvious scam as you round a corner of the hallway in a panic, heart pounding in your ears as the edges of your vision begin to darken. You were lucky to make it this far let alone leave that interrogation room- but you need a break. Your muscles are begging to stop.
Sadly you aren't given the choice to heed their warnings.
The world abruptly tilts, your forward momentum slamming you face first into the ground as your left leg loses its footing in a stray puddle of crimson. You can hear a gut churning pop as you finally make contact with the ground, blinding pain shooting up your leg like lightning. You don't have the right mind to look down and acknowledge the now sprained ankle, adrenaline rushing through your veins working overtime once you hear a hauntingly familiar cackle.
"Oh! That looks like it hurts~”
Slow and methodical taps of wet feet echo on the same floors you are currently sprawled out on, the same ones you are trying to drag yourself across to create some- any distance between you and this maniac.
“Oh come on, where ya goin’? Pretty rude of you to not even say hi after I went through all the effort to see you~”
Your heartbeat practically deafens you as the pain in the guilty leg shoots up tenfold, forcing you to let out a strangled scream as you are roughly yanked back and flipped around to look at your death sentence. Had it not been for the static and glitchy rips in the air and those black holes where his eyes should be, you would have assumed he was any typical man on the street, bright red warning lights hiding any evidence of his previous ‘activities’ as he practically looms over your crumpled body. Sweat cakes your skin, sprinkles and smudges of blood staining your clothes from your unceremonious fall. It's safe to say you aren't fairing much better than him looks wise.
“There we are… Now sit still… I want to make a show for the freaks at home~”
You don't get time to question just exactly what he meant. He doesn't let you have the time to process it. Another crack similar to before echoes in the hallway you are sitting in and you watch in horror as his jaw twists unnaturally from his skull, your other, non-injured leg is snapped up into his bruising grip before you have the chance to think of using it to try and kick him off. That didn't stop you from trying of course.
Especially when he shoves both legs down his cavernous maw.
Another pain and fear fueled scream rips its way from your throat as he begins your trip down, each swallow another nail in your coffin as his throat crushes and shoves you further down with the fervor of a starving man eating for the first time in months. Strong hands grab your shirt tight enough to tear the fabric, the swallows becoming louder and more feral as the seconds tick by. The whole time the man's eyes are locked on you, never blinking, drinking in your panicked pleading and screaming no matter how much you try to retaliate. No amount of punching or squirming is doing anything to him.
You are up to your chest now, arms pinned to your sides as you see his stomach grow further and further with each swallow… his stomach that is rapidly filling with you. The hot tears streaming down your face only seem to delight the demon, the air screaming and tearing around him as he grins around you and gives a particularly powerful swallow that shoots your shoulders further into his throat.
No one is coming. There is no escaping him. You are becoming demon food and there is no way to avoid it. A sharp click of teeth ushers your final push, wet muscles constricting, pushing, shoving so much that it is hard to breathe. You hardly even notice once you come to your final stop, your surroundings so dark you can't see your hand in front of you. The groans and gurgles of the organ surrounding you don't give you the grace of denying where you are, the same man who sentenced you to such a fate letting out a sharp belch as he massages the stomach muscles further into you… mocking you. Pain in your leg be damned- you aren't going down without a fight.
In spite of the groans coming from above you desperately kick and push at the meat around you, ignoring the sharp pain in your sprained ankle as you scream, beg for help of any kind. For someone to rescue you from the belly of this- beast.
“But the readers don't want that… Do you?”
The glitch demon cackles, air sparking with energy that forces him to twitch and snap between planes of reality.
“It's up to them what happens to you… and I will enjoy every second of it~”
He gives his morbidly swollen and squirming gut a ginger pat, a cruel grin on his face as he watches you attempt to escape your fate… before turning to look at you.
What will it be?
