#fw execution

[the-seduction-anon]

It was horrifying. The most gruesome thing to ever happen to a person. Like some people in the audience, human anatomy was relatively new to her as well. It didn't help that the fake Adachi had to get involved in the execution of the real one. As soon as the screen showed the decapitation, signaling the end, all Lilith could think about was the fake Adachi. If he was a painting by this "Guertena," then who else was?

[officialfaux]

“IIIIT’S PUNISHMENT TIME~!”

                             TOHRU ADACHI HAS BEEN FOUND GUILTY!                                         Execution starting in 3...2...1…

Content Warning:

Torture

Mutilation

Cannibalism

Gore

Horror Movie related stuff

Decapitation

Eye horror [ REALLY BAD EYE HORROR PLEASE SAVE YOURSELF-- ]

Emetophobia / Vomiting

Dead animals???

Decaying stuff

Bone

Neck injury

TW: LUCIA [ BLACKLIST MY NAME THIS INSTANT ]

TW: Purge

TW: y'all ever seen the deep web? you're getting into some fucked up shit

OST 

TO THINK THAT THE WINGS OF A FLUTTERING BUTTERFLY COULD LAST IN THE DARKNESS ALONE, WOULD IT TRULY DO SO? Dread fills the AIR, thicker than the LAST. For what was the punishment this time? She, who runs the GALLERY with such CHILDISH demeanor seems to be HIDING something. Her sinister, HEARTLESS smirk when a PAINTING is revealed, surely you jest for attempting to help one of the LIVING. You will NEVER be real, & Mary knows this from the bottom of her heart.

Hissing continues to howls in the air, the twisted NAILS on the blue digits of the red eyes scrape at the ground HARSHLY ( it feels like he’s coming for all of you--hold your breath if you so PLEASE, but that would NEVER give you respite would it? ) Crimson-hued button optics glare at the culprit, hissing, its fang-like grin SHARPENS as its SEAMS stretch like ELASTIC, its prey seems to remain with an aura of DEATH. Death travels with you, doesn’t it TOHRU ADACHI?

Rough fabric grinds against the detective’s NECK, the NAILS from Red Eyes DIGS into the pulsing & pale flesh of the CULPRIT. To murder your own LOVE in COLD BLOOD, how HEARTLESS could you be? The doll doesn’t find hair pulling  fun anymore, it SLAMS the adult male into the ground once HARSHLY into the TILED floor. Scattering of FEET was heard, whimpers, cries, yelling, screaming--it mattered NOT. Must the doctrine of this place be said once again?

           YOU’RE HERE TO STAY FOREVER.

                                 YOU’RE HERE TO DIE IN THIS TWISTED GAME OF DETECTIVE.

Red Eyes immediately cackles a twisted laugh, one equivalent to the abundance of JAGGED knives impaled your EARS. Its screech is a CURSE, a grim reminder of everything absolutely TERRIBLE that had happened so far. How many days had it been? Weeks? Months? Years? Time is warped & distorted, the feeling of serenity is nothing but a HUSK of what was once a fantasy. Adachi heaves from the contact, his skin & bone meeting the feeling of absolute ICE in sensation. He doesn’t want to move ( he knows he’ll be MOVED whether he did or not anyway ); he also doesn’t want to stir ANGER within the large doll that seeped from its frame.

A deadly stare is given to Adachi, Red Eyes leans closer, hissing, a choked up exhale of a shriek reverberates into his EARDRUMS. Adachi knows, this was one thing to not be reckoned with, but for some reason, he tries ever so hard to not show his FEAR. Little did he know, this FRUSTRATED the ENEMY. The hand that was once upon his neck is released, he quickly sucks in a breath before he FEELS a hand onto his face, GRABBING & SLAMMING his skull into the tiled floor again. He doesn’t know if he’s bleeding--he doesn’t care about that right now. If he were to be executed then like this, there would be SOME peace.

                                 To think that would be your JUSTICE--you are SORELY MISTAKEN.

             You’re a detective, but also a MURDERER. Killing not only TWO women in the past, but also your dearly BELOVED.

Love drives you MAD doesn’t it?

The doll’s hand remains on his features, he feels himself DRAGGED by head to TOE onto the stage that Mary had stepped away from. Lights shut off from within the room. It doesn’t seem harmful at the very least, no other dolls are around. Shuffling is heard, the sounds of crumbling & other merged noises corrode the air’s brief silence.

Lights flicker back on.

                         Everything is bright, crystalline whites shine from the walls. JUDGES & JURIES.

The audience seems to be in the back, seated formally. Murmurs & whispers shatter the silence, the sound of the HAMMER slamming down is heard.

      “ ORDER! ORDER!! ”

Mary’s voice calls out to the crowd, her innocent dress replaced with BLACK. Black, the essence of DEATH, the essence for the JUDGEMENT of the DIVINE. She giggles loudly, pulling her hammer back ( it was no longer a toy at this point ). “Mary is going to have some fun too!” she speaks out, the smile upon her expression never fading.

Dolls being the jury have their hands folded on top of the tables they sat at. A large TELEVISION is pulled down from the ceiling ( what in the world is going on here?!? )-- its frame was of a OLIVE DRAB color ( wasn’t that familiar somehow? ). The screen flickers, the STATIC building up. What could be seen then is Red Eyes throwing the detective into a room. One that was partially empty aside from a LONE chair that sit in the middle.

Adachi feels his heart pound in his ears, the adrenaline forcing INSTINCT to control his own LOGIC. He quickly stumbles back onto his own two feet, the PANIC upon his FEATURES showing to the crowd.

         What a mistake. How much of a DAMNED FOOL are you?

Dolls in masks, one having the mask of a DECAYING BOAR’S FACE, it’s TUSKS protruding outward, the empty eye sockets revealing NOTHING but abyssal darkness. The other, a much taller figure had the mask of a DECAYING WHITE RABBIT. White elongated ears droop, grunts and hysterical laughter comes from the two of them. Adachi tries to run the exit, both the dolls watch him struggle around to see no doors. How pathetic.

The boar masked doll grabs Adachi by the arm, TWISTING it--an AUDIBLE CRACK echoes in the room, Adachi feels his throat convulse & force out an AGONIZED cry. He feels himself forced onto the chair, the rabbit masked doll tying ROPE around his LEGS & his waist.

              YOU’RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE.

                                   YOU’RE HERE TO DIE.

THE DEVIL ( LUCIA ), THE EMPEROR ( MICHAEL ), THE GODDESS ( PURGE ) & THE EMPRESS ( IRMA ); the FOUR WRATHS for JUDGEMENT held the string of LIFE for the CULPRIT.

Another television slides down from the ceiling, both televisions adjusted for the ENTIRE audience to see. The second one was equivalent to something that was equal to a chat room. How odd. What was the POINT of this?

Purge: Cut off his finger. Lucia: Hm. Sure. Cut off his finger.

Irma: … Michael: S-sure???

What?

             Cut off his finger???

Doll: CUT OFF HIS FINGER Doll: CUT OFF FINGER

Doll: CUT ALL HIS FINGERS OFF!!!

The hammer was slammed by Mary. JUDGMENT HAS BEEN PASSED.

The devil’s laugh never seems to END, but you can’t help but FEEL there’s some sinister TONE to it.

A saw drops from the ceiling, the boar masked doll catches it within its hand, approaching the tied up detective that was left to rot in his chair. Adachi REFUSES to look at them in the eye ( they had none it seems ). His arms weren’t tied--he notices this now. Immediately, he attempts to SHOVE both the masked dolls away from him, his voice incoherent enough to only show the true colors of madness. The rabbit doll avoids the swing, noticing how the sleuth cringed from attempting to shove--one of his ARMS were broken after all.

Grabbing the weaker arm by the WRIST, the doll motions the boar to come closer with the SAW. Unhuman digits force one finger to be held out, the saw begins SLICING the FLESH of the delicate body part. Blood begins to form, the hardened material of BONE is beginning to BREAK. Tearing vein & capillary, it mattered not. Bone is being GROUND by the jagged TEETH of the weapon, the digit hanging from the one thin layer of SKIN that kept it from fully falling off. The rabbit doll laughs, grabbing onto it to rip the skin off without mercy.

Adachi yells out his agony, unable to resist the electrical signal of nerves firing to his brain. IT HURT IT HURT IT HURT STOP STOP STOP--- he, however, REFUSES to show this.

Lucia: Stubborn. Next course of action. Make it worse. If one finger will not do the job, then certainly an ENTIRE wrist would, would it not? Purge: Wrist. I like the way you think. YES. GO FOR IT. Irma: Um… Michael: O-okay--

Doll: WRIST Doll: CHOP HIS WRIST Doll: TEAR IT OFF Doll: DO IT DO IT DO IT.

HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF. Stubbornness can only go so far.

The announcement is caught within his mind, he knows he’ll die SLOWLY at this rate. He wants a peaceful death--but justice is served in a dish that was surely unfair. He didn’t mean it-- he knows it.

“I didn’t mean- ah-AH!!!!!”

His voice twists from passiveness to AGONY, the SAW hacking and SLICING the delicate & fragile FLESH of his WRIST. He writhes in spot, pain is the ONLY thing he feels. “I DIDN’T MEAN FOR THIS TO HAPPEN, STOP, STOP!!”

Blood spurges from the decapitated WRIST, the white bone visible--the EVIDENCE of what was ONCE a HAND upon its structure. The bloodied part falls onto the ground with a thump, the blood plastered itself upon the hands of the rabbit & the boar. Empty eye socketed dolls peer at the audience, head tilting as they await for the next order.

                   What sick twisted execution was this? Unlike the first, this was far more SLOWER.

Michael: I-I guess we can cut off a leg of his- Irma: Wh- Lucia: Just a leg? How bland. Cut it into pieces, like discs. Make him watch it. Purge: Next, we should also make him eat his own eye too. That’s a nice thought. An EYE for an EYE after all

Irma: WHAT-

Michael: WHAT THE FU-

Doll: MAKE HIM EAT THE EYE MAKE HIM WATCH HIS LEG Doll: BOTH BOTH BOTH BOTH Doll: YES DO IT!!!

Another saw drops from the ceiling ( Where are these all coming from?! ), the rabbit in decaying WHITE acquires it within its palm. Inching closing, Adachi squirms in his seat, eyes widened, pupils constricted from the beating of his heart, heels slapping against the floor in DESPERATION to LEAVE. He knows he’s not going to live.

           He knows.                        He definitely knows.

             Breeze would have wanted this too.

The saws begin to slice the meat of his body again, the blood pooling & pooling & pooling onto the ground underneath Adachi. Pressure & constricting feelings slice in his chest, his lungs beginning to expand & retract due to his throat tightening & hyperventilating. He shakes his head rapidly. IT HURT IT HURT IT HURT! MAKE IT STOP! PLEASE MAKE IT STOP! His teeth grind together harshly, he feels the tears prick against his eyelid ( he doesn’t want to cry, but for us, you WILL ).

“ENOUGH!” A voice rings from the audience, the sound of hands slamming onto the wooden furniture is heard echoing in the court room. “ LET HIM REST! HE DOESN’T DESERVE THIS!”

Mary narrows her eyes mildly, the hammer in her small digits twirls around playfully, lips forming a mild frown for a brief moment. The jury remain silent, the judges avert their gazes--even the DEVIL herself refused to speak against the OUTLASH. Mary shatters the silence with her laugh. Shrill & diabolical, she slams the hammer several times. “ Mary sees. Is that how you see it, Adachi? You’re a painting. Why should Mary listen to you? Or...you feel that CONNECTED to him. Is that it? Do you feel a SPECIAL bond with him? The REAL you? The person whom you are BASED FROM? Mary gets it. Mary sees now. If you wanted a FRONT ROW SEAT…

                                   THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE SAID SO EARLIER.”

Darkness fills the room again, but this time...there was no NOISE.

It comes on, several minutes later, the snap of two fingers echoes, signalling for light to fill everyone’s perceptions yet again. Tohru, the fake, a painting, hiding in the facade of human society within the gallery, finds himself falling from the entrance of the ceiling & into the ROOM beginning to STAIN RED. He forces him up, looking up to see Adachi bleeding from his wounds. The white rabbit had sawed off his ankle & upwards. Discs of sawed leg stack up one another, Adachi’s pains growing more & more desperate for the sweet release of death. His head was forced to watch the saw slice into his legs, the vivid imagery, the scent of his OWN blood causing NAUSEA to form from the pit of his stomach. The bile is beginning to bubble in the organ, he feels DIZZY from the loss of BLOOD.

“N-No...STOP! STOP THIS- HE DOESN’T--”

“And you, Tohru Adachi, will be the PARTICIPANT in this LIVESTREAM as well.” Mary’s voice ECHOES into the room. “ Cease him. Make him do what the GODDESS has ordered. ”

Dropping the saw, the white rabbit launches itself forward to grab the painting, forcing the male towards his mirror image. “You’ll have SO MUCH FUN WITH THIS” it hisses, SERPENTINE in tone, VENOMOUS in meaning.

Tohru attempts to PRY himself away from the rabbit, the decaying MASK of what was ONCE a pure animal did not stop the bile ( he’s not even human ) forming at his stomach as well. He feels himself played like a DOLL ( you are only the CREATION of what Guertena has CREATED-- you NEVER had TRUE WILL IN THE FIRST PLACE ). Something fluid begins to coat the fingers & palm of the painting, Tohru’s eyes widen in FEAR, DISGUST. He doesn’t want this, he never ASKED for this.

“STOP PLEASE STOP!! IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS--- STOP--”

I’m SORRY

                      I’M SORRY

                                               I’M SORRY

                                I’M   S O R  R Y !!!!!!!

Begging. He’s begging.

Outbursting his DESPAIR, Tohru grabs onto his arm, attempting to cease the ACTION he was doing. “I DON’T WANT TO DO THIS-- I NEVER WANTED THIS! PLEASE JUST LET HIM REST IN PEACE!”

Adachi feels his right EYE being TORN from its OPTIC nerve, the other eye bulging out as if it were to fall

out of its socket any time soon. He feels the strings of nerves & blood vessels in his eye TEAR, the hemorrhage splattering blood onto the painting ( how ironic--to paint with blood, sounds NICE doesn’t it? ). Mutual toned cries of agony are heard, Tohru feels his features beginning to melt & smudge from the forming of tears, while Adachi, whom was a living, HUMAN being feeling his tears no longer of transparency. Blood.

Blood, blood blood. Everything is STAINED red. Tohru grabs onto the spherical organ in his bloody DIGITS, the magical force commanded his other HAND to force open the sleuth’s MOUTH, shoving the eyeball into it. The painting feels his tears trail down his cheeks, the dried paint beginning to smear more & more. Adachi feels his own eye inside his mouth, the bile releasing itself from his esophagus, his stomach churning even further out of the disgust it senses. However…

                        He refuses to CHEW it on his own.

                         Even if the DEVIL herself had sentenced him for CRUELTY.

Feeling a hand upon his JAW, Adachi freezes immediately, his breath ceasing to be exhaled, a DESPERATE whimper escapes from the BACK of his throat. Disgust. DISGUSTING DISGUSTING DISGUSTING! Being forced into the act of KILLING himself, Tohru closes his eyes SHUT while standing behind his mirror image, hand grabbing onto the jaw to force the motion & strength to initiate the chewing motion of his EYE.

Adachi begins to choke on the acid from his vomit, the chewing of the eye beginning to degrade into pieces, the gel-like substance splitting and melting from the ACID on his tongue, The sleuth feels his OWN tears from his unharmed eye blind his vision, the empty eye socket bleeding out the blood of the fatal injury. He chokes, and he succumbs to the disgusting DREAD of his execution, his throat moving to swallow the chewed up substance, his Adam's apple moving to signal the movement.

Purge: Let him drink something. But you know what I’m thinking. Lucia: A-ah… Michael: … Irma: …

THUD.

Familiar blue is in sight of motion, the dead corpse of Breeze lays on the ground. Tear-stained cheeks are a reminder of crime, an act of love gone WRONG. Adachi feels himself feel light-headed, feeling no energy to cry out in agony. Everything stings, everything bled. From his missing eye, his missing leg to his decapitated wrist. What more? What more could they DO to him? The dead corpse of his BELOVED was NOT going to trigger anything in him.

                     Oh, how you’re wrong.

                            Family came from friends, family came from beloveds.

                             How about a BLOOD contract?

Boar & rabbit receive blades & wine glass. The boar held up the dead corpse, the rabbit stabbing the knife into Breeze’s body, slicing downwards to create an opening. Bones crack & are thrown out to the side, the heart that is no longer beating is cut off. Hands force themselves onto the organ, wringing the flesh to allow the blood to be poured into the wine glass. Cuts & slices. Movement.

                         A romantic dinner date required FINE WINE, didn’t it? Love from the HEART.

The rabbit forced Tohru forward, the force forcing his bloodied hands to grab the wine glass, to force the blood of his brother’s beloved down his throat. Gurgling & choking, Adachi feels himself give up entirely, swallowing the fluid. Instinct. Pure instinct

            Even the idea of DEATH is better than this, the HUMAN body still strives forward to survive.

Purge: End him. Just end him.

Bloodied ropes were untied, a WIRED noose hands from the ceiling. Boar & rabbit grab the apathetic man, the sleuth that murdered his love out in COLD BLOOD all due to because of EMOTION. So human. Ever so human. Never thinking about what may happen if they acted upon INSTINCT. The jagged metal sinks into the throat, the chair kicked down & removed. Raising, the noose moves upward, pulling the weight of the decapitated detective.

Ripping is felt on his neck, Adachi feels himself choke out, his other leg and arms flailing. It sinks into his esophagus. His trachea. Cutting through BONE. When will he DIE? He wants to LEAVE this twisted ROOM of absolute MISERY. He stops, expression left in dreaded SHOCK, his eye glassy, dull & lifeless.

Loud ripping is heard and then another thud. THUD. His body falls. So does his head.

His head was decapitated by the noose--a CAPITAL punishment. The HANGED man. For one who was suppose to work for JUSTICE, to murder was to BETRAY the LAW. The television flickers, the dolls leave the room ( how? There were no doors-- ). Ironic isn’t it? ( somewhere, somehow, a painting returns to its frame )

Mary slams the hammer, silent, yet stern. The background seems to fall apart, even the jury and judges seemed to have miraculously vanished. There was no painting frame this time, but the sole CURSE of a flickering television that seems to replay the decapitation of HIS head.

CHAPTER 2 -- HUSH LITTLE BABY  → CLEARED !!