One Shots

The Torture Continues

After she cleaned the filthiest object she could find, way too late, I might add, I killed her oldest. The middle child, her favorite, was saved for last. She died because her mother failed to find a satisfactory hair brush for me. Well, she did, but she took too long. Then she thought she could refuse to brush my fur. I killed her cat for that. Then she had the audacity to be rough. I tied her to the chair again and decided to feed her. After all. Lord knows she must have been hungry. Overdosing on insulin can lead to increased hunger. And all that work? I really should have fed her sooner. That's why I teleported in all her favorite sugary foods.

"I can't-"

I shove an Oreo into her mouth and force her to chew. Then I force her to wash it down with regular soda. I can smell her blood sugar rising. Perfect. Now she'll continue to feel horrible. But, of course, I won't let her die yet. She's not done suffering. Despite her protest, I feed her and feed her.

"I can't handle any more..."

She whines pathetically.

"I find that suspicious! You're just saying you don't want it because you're pissed at me!"

A look of realization crossed her face.

"Have you been talking to my children??!"

"They didn't even know of me."

"Then how-"

I force more sweets into her mouth. Make her chew. Then make her swallow.

"Shut the fuck up!"

"Fuck you!"

"I'm bi, but you're way too old."

"Smartass!"

"At least I'm not a dumbass. Too bad your dead boyfriend was."

I cackle at my own roasting abilities.

"Who are you?! I've seen your face, but you're not anyone I know! I know too many good people."

I lower my voice to a growl and say, because I may as well, "I am Batman!"

Then I cackle again and tell her the truth.

"I'm called Wicked. You probably knew my doppelganger. I'm the side she loves, but can't help but be somewhat ashamed of. Her urges that she won't give into. He won't allow himself to. They'd rather die then hurt someone they care about."

"He? She? They? Is this the same person?"

"Yes, fopdoodle! Of course, you'd be too stupid to catch on to someone being gender fluid! Fucking moron!"

Having delt with her enough,  I make her get back to work. Only this time I set loose a monkey.

"You have to keep it out of trouble! At the same time you're cleaning! If it gets into any trouble, you'll regret letting it!"

She starts sobbing and I start hitting her.

"SHUT UP!"

She cowers, even after I stop. Good.

"Now! Start cleaning! Make this place spotless!"

There's a loud crash followed by monkey screeches. I immediately start hitting the bitty.

"I TOLD YOU TO WATCH IT!"

"But-"

I slap her across the face.

An hour later and she starts wearing down. Between the monkey, the cleaning, and my ridiculous demands in between everything else, I suppose it makes sense. So I finally strap her to a table I found in here. I already know a few torture methods, but I like to look some up for new ideas. However, before I do anything, I slit the corners of her mouth. See, this is an old torture method that few people seem to know about despite seeing characters who look like they went through it. The Chelsea Grin. It goes by other names such as The Chelsea Smile and another one I forgot. You slit the corners of the victim's mouth and then torture them in other ways. While they're screaming, they tear their mouth open by force. Slowly. So they're going through more than one torture at once. It's even better if you can multitask. Because then you can do more than one thing at once by yourself and let the slits do the rest. Oh, such beautiful, delicious agonized screams. I love it!

After I slit her mouth, I decide to look for pliers. I find some and get to work on slowly ripping her nails out of their beds. This time I don't punish her for her screams. The grin slit is doing that already.

Two nails.

Three nails.

Four.

All the way to 20. One full minute for each nail. 20 minutes of screaming, and just as long to listen to her cheeks rip apart. After I remove her nails, I put the nails back on. Some of them. I'm too impatient to do all of them. I manage to do that by sewing, stapling, safety pinning, hot gluing, and adhesive spraying them on. Then I use the spray in her eyes so she can't see what's coming next. I blindfold her for good measure. Next I forcefeed her her own nails. Still bloody. Then I pull her teeth. Then I hot glue them back in. Poor thing. Her gums have been sensitive for quite some time. Maybe now they won't have as many problems. I style her hair with adhesive spray and hot glue as well. She's always been a little vain. Nothing wrong with wanting to look good. Just don't obsess over it. Don't freak out if one tiny easy to fix thing is out of place. Whining over a chipped nail that's not bleeding makes you look more ridiculous than the chipped nail itself. Just clip it if you're worried about it being even. Ugh. After I'm done with her makeover, I wheel her outside. Then I wheel a grill outside. Then I carry out charcoal. I use this place a lot. When I go on a quick spree, I stay within a few hours of my house. But for slow torture, this is the place. Because of that, the grill is already put together. So all I need to do is fire it up, which doesn't take long. I rip her shirt off of her. The place I teleported us to is hot. Even in the winter. It's only fall, and it's getting noon time here. The table is metal too. Oh yeah. This is perfect.

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