Absolutely! I just…I really hope you don’t mind gore.(for torture tuesday)
trigger warnings: burning, (forced) self-harm, evisceration, mutilation, disemboweling, guts…the lock/key ones just pack a wallop.
They turn Eddie and Venom’s unresponsive body onto their back. A hand delves into the pliant squish of Venom’s black mass, releasing something inside Eddie’s stomach.
The hand retracts. A moment passes, then Venom is abruptly ripped from Eddie’s body. It’s like being peeled. He screams and blacks out.
Whatever is inside Eddie’s stomach stays in there.
When he wakes up, Venom is being held in a glass chamber above an unlit bunsen burner. Eddie climbs up onto his feet, expecting the worst.
He presses his hand against the glass, feeling the flex of Venom inside. It laps against the sides of the chamber, wriggling towards Eddie. And Eddie longs to dip his hand inside, to just touch Venom again.
But there’s a padlock securing the lid.
“What is this?” he asks the ring of lab techs outside their cell. The glare of the glass obstructs their faces. They are just hazy figures in the dark, watching him. Watching them. Writing down their observations.
Something slides in through the slot where trays of food are usually delivered. Eddie turns towards it, one hand still pressed against the glass with Venom.
It’s a knife.
“There’s a key in your stomach, Mr. Brock,” a lab tech says over the intercom. “You have three minutes before we ignite the bunsen burner.”
Eddie closes his eyes, fist curling against the glass. He wishes he could speak to Venom right now. Longs to know what it’s thinking.
On his own, Eddie walks over and picks up the knife. It’s not very big. Just a paring knife. The kind he would use to slice apples. Eddie feels the skin of his stomach, trying to gage how deep he’ll need to cut in order to get the key out.
It doesn’t help that Eddie has a hard layer of abdominal muscle he’ll need to slice through. With a paring knife no longer than his palm. Fuck.
“Two minutes, Mr. Brock,” the voice over the intercom warns.
“Yeah, okay,” Eddie snipes, peevish. “I’m working on it!”
He holds the tip of the knife against his stomach, which is convulsing in fear. He can do this. It’ll be quick. Once he has Venom out of the chamber, it’ll fix it. Venom can fix whatever he does to himself.
“Aim lower,” the intercom suggests. “About two inches.”
Eddie shifts the blade lower and takes a deep breath. He drives the knife into himself with both hands, forcing himself to go as deep as he can. Even when the hilt hits his skin, he pushes in deeper.
Now the hard part. He’s already panting with pain, unable to catch his breath.
“Slice upwards, Mr. Brock.”
He does as instructed because he doesn’t know what else to do. With the smooth paring knife, Eddie makes an incision large enough to sink three fingers into himself. Then his whole hand.
In its chamber, Venom squirms.
Eddie drags the knife back out of himself and the sudden gush of blood surprises him. There’s a lot of it, more than he expected, and it doesn’t seem to stop.
“One minute, Mr. Brock.”
Eddie can’t catch his breath, can barely force his trembling fingers into the laceration to feel around his guts for the key. When he finds it, he laughs with relief.
The laughter compresses the muscles in his gut. More blood spills out.
“Thirty seconds, Mr. Brock. Still need to unlock the chamber.”
Fuck. Even lifting his arm strains his abdominal wound. But he does it. He does it for Venom. And when it is released, it flows straight into him.
My darling, what did they make you do?
Venom absorbs his pain and shares it with him. Eddie is weak with relief. He allows himself to be cradled, supported, cared for.
“Interesting,” the lab tech says over the intercom. “We’ll have to run more tests.”
How Many Patterned Prints Can You Layer Before You Upset Xxottlogyax?
Hello fellow fashionistas! It’s chilly weather season! And you know what that means: layers! To truly be a fashion maven, you should express yourself by being bold and layering different types of printed clothes. Rock a pair of polka dot pants and a paisley shirt, #werk a houndstooth skirt with a floral jacket, and violently assault the eyes of the elderly with a fierce zebra-stripe pant under a herringbone jacket. Since it may be tempting to go a little to cray cray with the overlay, here are a few friendly do’s, don’ts, and dare-nots lest ye incur the wrath of XXottlogyax the Textiles God, whose judgment is violent and final.
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Gauteng man held after allegedly beheading, disemboweling son
Gauteng man held after allegedly beheading, disemboweling son
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Residents of Atteridgeville Extension 19 confronted a man at the weekend after allegedly seeing him pulling a home-made trolley carrying the body of his mentally challenged son, Gauteng police said on Monday.
The man, 65, was arrested on a murder charge on Saturday evening after he was discovered with the body near his home, west of Pretoria, said Captain Bonginkosi Msimango.
This tutorial will show you how to make a realistic disemboweling from materials… This tutorial will show you how to make a realistic disemboweling from materials that can be found in your local costume shop, Halloween Store or online. This... Source by noellejbranch
After Meadowsweet’s capture, the powers that be wanted to leave him. To them, he’s a violent menace who’s just a ticking time bomb. They know he’ll turn on or abandon them one day. No matter what Lea or Isa might say, this is just an easy out. The boy doesn’t know much pertinent information, they’ll likely kill him before using him for a parley. Naturally, his few friends reject this reality, they decide that they must take it upon themselves to retrieve him.
Upon arrival, however, they all immediately notice that something is horribly wrong. The entire keep is silent. The doors go unguarded. There’s not a single soul outside. The front door is even cracked open. Once they get inside, the smell of death overwhelms the small group. Something terrible has happened here. Weapons are shattered, shields are splintered and some are even embedded in the ceiling and walls like some terrible breast swept them up with one claw. The dead guards aren’t just missing heads, but limbs and much of their vital organs. Moving deeper into the keep, fly infested bodies hang from rafters. These must have been the first victims; hung here so the others would take warning.
Would any of them have, they’d be spared such a terrible, violent fate.
They fear the worst for Meadowsweet. Not a single stone is spared blood spatter. Entrails and limbs leak from bodies like the stuffing from dolls. The stench of corpses grows thinner and thinner giving way to smell of freshly butchered meet. Some of these guards died but hours ago. Their search grows frantic with passing minute. However, Lea finally hears a sign of life; a loud ‘thump’ against stone far into the barracks of the building where the freshest, juiciest bodies lie. The ones that were killed on their knees, begging for their lives. A long trail of blood leaks from under the door and into the stone grout beneath their feet. They err on the side of caution. That noise could very well be the source of all this carnage.
Their fears and greatest wishes are confirmed. Had Lea not jumped back, Meadowsweet’s Savage Dahila would have gladly relieved him of his head. No...he’s not Meadowsweet but The Monster made of bloodlust and craven violence snarling with his clenched teeth barred and covered in the blood of those who dare to do him wrong.
However, The Monster has no greater weakness than reality. Dahlia clatters to the floor and The Monster becomes The Flower once again. Bloodshot, sleep deprived eyes go wide with horror. He’s been tortured, starved and his hair is crudely shorn. Whatever awakened The Monster inside of him was a great and terrible force indeed. The shock clears leaving nothing but shame, terror, relief, guilt and so many other sensations he can’t name. The terrible amalgam gives his heart a brutal twist and Meadowsweet crumbles to the floor.
Soccer fanaticism in Brazil reached dangerously high levels when a mob attacked and murdered a referee following an argument with a player. Their argument turned into a fist fight and the referee fatally stabbed the player with a knife he had been carrying throughout the match. The spectators then rushed onto the field and proceeded to tie up, beat, and stone the referee…
