I write heavy themes. This is your only trigger warning.
TW:
Abuse
Cannibalism
Forced masculization
General violence
Gore
Kidnapping and abduction
Mental illness
Assault
Torture
Sometimes I make accompanying photobash art to my ramblings. There are snippets from my stories or standalones you can read scattered across my blog. Usually with a tag followed by the year.
Omg tysmmm! I’ve been working on a transmasc cnc prison story. A lot of worldbuilding for this place too. I hope you all like it when that comes out!!!
i need to fuck some stupid fucking thing's throat until its gagging and choking and trying to push me off but it can't, not when i have it trapped against the wall like this. not until I'm done. not until I've gotten my fill.
Looking across the street she could see a bundle of people, an oddly large crowd packed together as if crammed in a box. They were tucked together as tight as a penguin colony, odd for a day when the village street was mostly vacant. They all were facing forward, arms rigid to their sides. Someone in the amalgamation pressed the cross walk sign then they moved in unison, gliding across the road like ghosts.
My eyes refocused on Ash as she spoke to me, pulling away from the uncanny and distant scene. My head does this — manifesting stress. It had almost really had me the other day with that disembodied man.
“…stressed, that’s why we are having those dreams.” Her face bunched up a bit. She was aware that I wasn’t there for most of the conversation. “It’s fine,” her tone turned bland. “Our minds will straighten themselves out, warmer weather always brings sanity with it, ya know?”
Her eyes were locked on the table now , pinching and mindlessly ripping it apart.
“It’s getting dark soon… Would you still be interested in seeing “Kiss tomorrow good bye” with me?” Their eyes tilted from the table over to me, calm and blue like thick ice. Her face was sharp and etched. Hard on the corners, a look that demand a room from pure intimidation alone.
“D-do you want to go to the store?” What the fuck? I just blurted out anything I could think of. “I mean— we could make a steak— err uh or a vegetable stew… I know you’re vegan.”
My body stood more erect then ever and a wide grin layed plastered over my face. Like I had just been caught in the midst of something I shouldn’t have known.
“Merlot or Pinot Noir?”
The cart wheel spun with the unbearable sound of scraping metal and the rubber tire stressed with a harmoniously. I had to repeatedly jerk the cart to the side to keep myself from careening into displays. Ash jumped a head, aisle to stand to fridge. Darting around, making sure to collect the most quality ingredients, her perfectionism shined through.
“Again, I’m not sure which one would go best with a stew of anything at all…” She studied the notes of the wine on the back. I gazed around at the vegetable isle, it’s funny that I’ve never seen a spoiled vegetable in this store before. An old friend of mine had worked for Tony’s, he said the same thing. ‘Never even chucked ONE. Well outside of when someone drops them on the floor.’ The shine on the vegetables looked almost waxed.
CRASH
Glass skitters, aisle chatter ceases. Before I could even realize it I was standing in front of Ash.
Dark?
Why is it dark behind her?
And dim light is coming from a window set behind me.
Her eyes don’t reflect, her body is slouched over and laboriously huffed. The room was a disheveled mess. Paint was peeling off the wall of the dilapidated building.
“Don’t look.” Her voice rattled, too late. My eyes couldn’t be torn away at the seen of the man. His head was caved in exactly like a paper machete dummy. I darted up, looking at her hand. The misty blood from the bludgeoning could still be felt pickling on to my skin.
“The wine!”
I jolted, my heart skipped, my eyes widened and my face got hot.
“Be careful!” Ash extended out her arm, guarding me from stepping forward. All that wine…. wasted… Fuck.”
People around us briefly glanced as they passed our scene. Ash had a white wine white knuckled in her hand and a six pack of beer hanging in the other.
“That’s what I get for trying to hold on to two at once. I’m sorry, that glass freaked you out didn’t it?”
A river gushed up from my stomach and spilled out onto the floor. Churned with the deep red of the Merlot.
