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So you've angered and evil sorceress; they've cursed you with immortality and trapped you in a big pit. You require no sustenance but are supplied with an infinite hamster water bottle filled with monster energy. You're only way to escape is to drink the monster, give yourself kidney stones, and pass enough to build a pile tall enough for you to escape the pit.
Torchure
scan from Horror Infernal #31 - October 1991
posted by Black Death Nostalgia
Kafa 👨 #head #cage #torchure #duncan #brnocity #underground
I felt like doing another one how about some humanstuck here?
you never really liked school. you always thought it was a waste of a good boys time. well there was one good thing about the school and that was the sports. you were in about every sport team you could be in and still have enough time to skip the homework and hang out with friends. or. thats probably what got you into this.
here your were. sitting in the library and waiting for your tutor to show up. serves you right you got the one kid in the whole school who was mute. what was his name again. Oh yeah. Spirit. (yes from several weeks ago spirit). such a fuckin hippie that one. or wait. what did hippie mean again? oh well not like that was important right now. you needed to get your grades up or else you wouldnt get to play in the teams. but this was boring. soon your tutor shows up waving goodbye to his girlfriend. damn why does the hippie get the hot girl. also scary. but fucking hot girl and you just get. nothing. just nothing. well you have that one person but you’d rather not talk about that right now. he sits down and opens the text book and starts to wright down what you were suppose to do for that day. this shit got boring. and as soon as you got done you started to go home. you saw the mute little hippie walking home. if he was mute. he couldnt scream if you attacked him......why that thought was running through your head you were not too sure but as you walked across the street and behind him. you remembered you still had your towel in your bag from swim team practice. you take the towel out of your bag and ran up behind him and before he could say anything you wrapped the towel around his throat and choked him until he passed out. you drug him then home and good thing your dad wasnt home because you had to drag him through the house and into the basement before locking the door. you werent sure how many times youve done this before. kids go missing in the school like crazy. but it was like an addiction. you couldnt stop. with expert hands you tie the skinny kids limps to the edges of the table that you set him on and just in case you gag him as well just if the mute kid would become unmute this one time. you then start to get your things out. the knifes. hammers. and you start a fire where hot coals would heat up. it took him way too long to wake up so you cut his shirt off and place some of those hot coals over his skin. hearing the burning of the skin. the sizzle. you smile as Spirit wakes up and wriggled in the burning pain and you just laugh. you liked seeing the pain in his pale eyes.
“Sorry you just annoyed me way too much today” you said as you dropped another coal on his tender skin and he whines closing his eyes tightly
“Awe dont hide those eyes of yours. their too perfect” you grab your smallest knife and grab spirits eyelashes lifting them up and then cutting them off and doing the same to the other eye as well. “I want you to be staring at me when you die” you smirk and he stats to shake in fear. just hoping this was some cruel nightmare. But it wasnt. this kid had done nothing wrong and you sat there for hours before finishing him off with one slow cut up the arm and a stab to the chest. your quickly wash yourself off andput the slashed meat into black bags before going upstairs and finding your dad there. “I’m making dinner tonight”