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Sigma squeezed the pillow in his arms tighter. He was afraid, terrified. Tightly squeezing his eye shut, his face scrunching up- Quickly opening his eyes in confusion when he feels weight being lifted off the couch, watching Nikolai stand up and walk over to his piles of clothes, picking up his coat and fishing an arm inside, using his ability to transport sex toys from his apartment to Sigmas. The split-haired man watching in horror at all the toys being pulled through the portal. He wanted to run and get away, but he hurt too much to even move, it would only be worse to stand up, walk and even run. He had no choice but to stay for whatever the jester had in store for him.
Sigma instantly regretted it.
He wished he had hid, he wished he had run. Now he was stuck, bound to his bed by handcuffs. Spread out like a star, metal clamps on his nipples connected with a chain, a sounding rod stuffed deep into urethra, blindfolded and gagged, Gogol teasing his body with a vibrator, running it up and down SIgmas inner thighs, running it up and down Sigmas dick and testicles.
The sadistic clown planned to do so much more. He wanted to tear Sigma from the inside out, cut his body up and lick the blood straight from the gaping wounds. He wanted to rip out Sigmas insides, tear out and eat Sigmas small intestines, chomp on his liver, cook Sigmas heart and claim it as his own, wrap the duodenum connected to Sigmas stomach around his neck like a scarf, swallow Sigmas eyes like ping pong balls or even marbles- Inspect Sigmas heart and watch it beat in his hand for the last moments it’ll ever beat, lick the aorta, slide his tongue into the superior vena cava, trace and memorize all the veins with his tongue, take small bites around the heart, biting off the two left pulmonary veins, bite the left pulmonary artery, the inferior vena cava and right pulmonary veins. Cut up and cook Sigmas body to innocently serve it to Fyodor and others.
“My sweet birdy~...Your look so beautiful under my sweet, sweet care~” Nikolai coos, rubbing the small vibrator along Sigmas V-line, making the man under his shudder and raise his hips
“You’d look so much better cut up and bloody.” Nikolai says with a sly grin, his coat right next to him in plans to use it, in which he does to transport one of the knives from Sigmas kitchen to him, fiddling with the blade and spinning it around before starting to gently slice Sigmar soft, pale flesh. Only making small cuts for a few drops of blood to pour out of, holding himself back from licking the blood off Sigmas body.
Sigma was still in immense pain, he had gotten used to the pain in his ass, the glass might as well be coming apart of his body now, blood still slowly pouring from his hole, walls fluttering around nothing.
“I'm gonna cut your lower abdomen open…cut out your rectum and whatever else is in my way just so I can see me thrusting in you~ You ready, little birdie~?” Nikolai coos, tracing the lining of Sigmas stomach with the knife.
No matter how badly Sigma begged, screamed and cried. It was all muffed because of the gag in his mouth, he was just rapidly shaking his head from side to side, hoping it’ll be enough to convince the jester.
Oh, how deeply wrong poor Sigma was..
Nikolai slowly cut the lining of Sigmas stomach, going around in circles to add more and more pressure till it was too much to bear and Sigma was muffledly screaming as Nikolai peeled the layers of skin away. First the epidermis, then the dermis, fatty tissue, and lastly the subcutaneous layer, gently carving out each layer of flesh- Being careful to not rip any nerves that were still attached and hadn’t been cut.
Soon enough, Sigmas small and large intestines were visible and the layers of fat were on the bed to the side, discarded. Nikolai gently touched and caressed, getting turned on by the feeling of moisturized flesh and skin. He didn’t want Sigma to die too quickly, so he left the split-colored hair man inside alone and instead directed his rock hard erection to Sigmas hole for the 2nd time, quickly thrusting forward and watching Sigmas head throw back, shock going through his body.
“Why can’t I die? Why aren’t I dead?” Sigmas asks himself over and over again. Maybe it was because he was created by the book? He’s not a real human being, why does he deserve the ability to die like one? Perhaps he’s immortal and will live forever, no matter what happens to him..
Nikolai watched Sigmas insides move as he thrusted, lust spirling in his eyes, finally reaching a hand down to Sigmas stomach and roughly grabbing Sigmas small intestines, ripping them out and putting the long rope around his neck like a scar with part in his mouth, taking small bites.
Sigma wanted nothing more than to die, for this all to stop. He wished the pain would go away, he regretted asking Nikolai for help, he regretted pushing the nail polish bottles in him. He regretted even buying them.
Nikolai didn’t care anymore. He didn’t want to preserve Sigma any longer and he starting carelessly ramming into Sigma while fishing his hands inside Sigmas stomach, squishing, touching and ripping everything he can get his hands on. Turning Sigmas insides into a soup, complete slush and mush.
He had never been more turned on.
He played with the mush as if it was sand, licking the blood off his fingers, cumming once and mixing the sperm with the mushed up organs before using his ability to get back the same kitchen knife that cut Sigma open. No longer needing Sigma and raising the knife up before bringing it down with force into Sigmas chest.
Nothing had even felt…better?
Sigma felt cold, it hurt but the pain was slowly fading away till he couldn’t feel anything or think anything. He was gone, he didn't go to heaven nor hell, he was just trapped inside a black room completely brainless, having not a clue he was even dead. As if he was forever sleeping in a long, endless dream.
(Nikolai ended up getting bored and cooked Sigma before eating him but felt really guilty and lonely right after so he did the same thing to Fyodor)
