Note: [Text] = Thoughts-one-has | [Text]= Thoughts-one-has-but-doesn't-want-to-acknowledge-it
Author's Note: Hi guys! I'm back with a new chapter~ I was going to continue this chapter even longer, but I thought that where I ended it was a good cliffhanger. (smirks) Also, for those of you who saw the snippet on my Tumblr, I'm sure you've been waiting for a while for this chapter~! BEWARE, it's heavy.
Tumblr: If you have any questions/prompts/concerns, please contact me at CieloFics. It's where I usually post updated regarding my fics, and sometimes snippets of future chapters :)
PLEASE READ!! Some warnings for this chapter:
- Depressive thoughts
- Angst
- Bouts of misplaced and rightful anger
- Miscommunication
- Implied Rape and Explicit Torture
If you do not want to read the explicit details, then please by all-means skip. The opening & 4th last paragraph are graphic. It has been sectioned off with *****, so you can skip those parts. Use CTRL+F to find the five asterisks and skip it if you can't handle explicit details of torture! There are 4 in total, when the explicit starts and ends.
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A shrill, chilling tune echoed in a way reminiscent of a broken melody. Shadows danced at the beckoning call, creeping slowly and slowly until everything in sight was engulfed in darkness.
"Wen Zhuliu! Wen Zhuliu!!"
Time distorted. A howl, filled with pain. A woman stood there, face disfigured as though it had once been smashed.
"Fine, fine, I'll eat it, I'll --- it! Haha, I'll eat it!"
An entire chunk of the wooden stool's leg stuffed down her throat. A twitching body as she choked even as she continued to eat and eat and eat—
"The flute! The flute! Is it the ----?! I heard --- flute again!"
A black silhouette standing in the moonlight, following him. The sound of a flute playing. Never stopping.
Whimpers echoed, body curling in itself.
What was happening? Why was there so much pain? Why was he so hungry? Food.... food -- he needs food. Something... anything. Please, I'm starving.
Chomp!
A painful shriek. Why did it hurt so much? Why can't it stop? He wanted to puke. He did. He put the meat back in his mouth.
Chomp!
It hurt. His body ached. The sound of the flute followed. So much pain. Too much—! His hands ached.
Chews
He jumped back. A baby laid there. Peacefully gnawing. Gnawing on his -- his— He puked. He didn't want to eat anymore.
"I'm --- eating meat! I'm not! I'm ----"
A raised brow, "What, you're a picky eater?"
It was him. It was him. It was him. It was him.
"Wen Zhuliu... Wen Zhuliu!"
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MingYu
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