Writing Prompt (Gorefest) Invite all who are interested

[CheertheSecond]

You were one of the slaughterers for today ritual. Apparently, reality was in jeopardise. An omniversal event of unknown origin occurred. Its secondary effect destabilised many multiverses, your local universes are just one of them. Wise in the knowledge of cosmic power, the council saw a possibility. The amassing of a great amount of energy could assure your universes' survival. One method could generate the necessary energy, however, it was unsettling.

Suffering.

Suffering generates great negative emotions which are the most powerful kind of emotion.

Considering the ethical aspect, the council decided to target the least number of victims and only the worse kind of victim. The conclusion were 3 kids. Kids generate far more negative energy than adults so it was the sensible choice. Also these 3 siblings, while cute in appearance, had the worst personalities. Literally no body liked them. They were also orphans and lived thanks to the extreme wealth of their inheritance. If they would be gone, no one would miss them. However, as a good person, you still felt this was a bad idea. After some thoughts, it was still an incredibly cheap price to pay. Three kids for the livelihood of all those you care.

Anyway, you stepped into the slaughter room with full-body clothes, mask, and visor.

"Ladies. Gentlemen. I need not to remind you but the purpose of the ritual is suffering. The Damnation curse would delay the arrival of Death but ensure they suffer the most possible, ok? We don't want a second batch of victims."

Everyone nodded, exuding professional air.

As the door opened, the enforcers led the kids inside. Two boys and one girl: a 5-year-old boy, his 9-yead-old sister, and their 14-year-old big brother. They were naked. Hands, bound. They was led by a leash to the collars on their neck.

They looked at the multiple tables behind us full of tools.

Our operation chief spoke. "We start outside in."

And so, the flaying that would last for 8 hours begun.

Prompt: You are one of the slaughterers. You are one of the artists of torture. Describe the flaying.

 

[AliceShiki]

So uhn... This isn't the kind of thing I'm comfortable with writing about, but...

What's the prompt? Do you like... Just expect people to write out the torture session or something?

I dunno, it was a bit too unclear. I think you could clarify what you want.

... I'm really not gonna write anything for this one though. It's just not my thing.

 

[ThrillingHuman]

Suffering cannot power reality (I have tried) but okay.

I turn on a compilation of modern reality TV shows and force the kids to watch it. I get kicked out because "tf even for the sake of the Universe, there are lines that are not to be crossed you damn sicko"

 

[Erylm]

Wait, so they're functionally immortal for 8 hours?

 

[CheertheSecond]

Wait, so they're functionally immortal for 8 hours?

Cut parts don't regrow.
Cut parts also can't be felt or controlled.
8 hours were the duration till the last victim died.

 

[LowinKeshin]

Why am I feeling @TheMonotonePuppet 's presence?

 

[HungrySheep]

"You're lucky," I said.

The children gazed at my masked visage with terror and confusion. They understood their purpose here, but not the meaning of my words. That much was certain.

I forced a smile on my face as I shrugged. "You've probably heard already, haven't you? That suffering is what allows our universe to continue its blinkered existence thanks to the amount of energy that it generates."

The children nodded fearfully, not trusting themselves to speak. I knew that feeling very well. The feeling of suffocating oppression as your fate slowly but surely closes in around you, constricting your neck like a noose until all that built-up weight is finally dragged down by the cesspool of shit that is society... and you snap.

Slowly and deliberately, I remove my mask, revealing a visage of endless exhaustion. Carved into my dull, lightless eyes are the countless memories of my self-made failures, every attempt at success torn away by my utter lack of luck. Even now, my life was plagued with that that same fatal disease, bound to mediocrity not through choice, but through sheer dumb luck. It was a disgusting existence, yet I could not bring myself to end it all.

Why? Well, it's simple, really.

I returned my attention to the children. "Don't worry. I'm not going to torture you. After all, the universe already has all the suffering it needs... right here inside me."

Yes. So long as I drew breath, this universe would never meet its end. Because ultimately, the one who was being eternally tortured was me...

...And the universe merely a tool.

 

[CheertheSecond]

Why am I feeling @TheMonotonePuppet 's presence?

So there was someone out there who could be my fetish mate?

 

[LowinKeshin]

So there was someone out there who could be my fetish mate?

*shiver Now there's two of them. Great.

 

[Alfir]

They had to be taught.

These were what Bunny had ascertained since before she entered the slaughter room. She fixed her bunny headband and rather sensual bunny outfit as she took a queer glance at the subject of the mad ritual the council had forced on her. She wouldn't normally target kids, but if it was for the sake of her world, then she might just do anything. After all, she had a little brother of her own to protect.

Three kids, two boys, and one girl, trembled at the sight of the mad woman who picked up a small scalpel from the array of sharp objects lined on the table. The kids were shackled and none of them could find any way to resist the evil they had to witness today. Moreover, their mouth was stuffed with damp cloth even going as far as to disallow them to speak.

They were such pitiful little creatures that Bunny felt ashamed she could not keep them. "Sigh... My heart was weak with kids... But I knew better... you little pricks were the kind who would bully my little RoRo." Recalling a particular memory of her little bother being bullied, Bunny abruptly trembled with fury. "You kids definitely needed some teaching, I read your files..."

Bunny could still remember that time when her little brother went home bloodied and bruised. The files provided to her about the three little kids in front of her had the same history of demeanor as the kids who once bullied her little RoRo.

The three little kids. No. The three little pigs squealed with mad confusion, hysteria, and crying, But Bunny would not hear anything of it. She walked inch by inch to the pigs as she set up the mood, and increased the psychological terror that must have been assaulting her young victims' minds.

"Heh~" She moaned in ecstasy as she cut up her palm with the scalpel. Her eyes were in a crescent as if smiling, and her cheeks were rosy pink as if aroused. While the thrill of the blood gushing out of her system served only to elevate her feeling of excitement, she fantasized about how amazing it would be if it was her own little brother she was cutting. "We are going to play hide and seek..." Sadly, her little brother was fragile so she could not play with her. Bunny grinned as she repeated her words. "Play. Hide. And. Seek."

"You kids need to learn to cooperate and play nicely. This big sister will take care of her little pigs." Bunny delicately scratched the eyes of the first little pig. "Hey, hey, don't struggle, it might get worse...." She comforted the first little pig who tried to struggle in vain.

Bunny then proceeded with the second little pig and burst the girl's eardrums by lightly poking them with the scalpel. "Wow, you were so brave..." She complimented as the second little pig didn't resist and simply gritted her teeth, yet tears continued to pour from her eyes.

Lastly, Bunny approached the final little pig. "Hey, you! I heard you raped your babysitter once!" Suddenly, Bunny's voice went mad, and didn't even bother to show the well-crafted facade of affection she had shown prior to the two other little pigs. "You liar deserved to be punished." Bunny pulled the damp cloth from the little pig's mouth and proceeded to cut his tongue.

When she was no longer mad, Bunny removed all of the mouthpieces of damp cloth from the others. She sat by where the knives were displayed and playfully called. "I would be counting to ten. We will play hide and seek! Do you see that door? You're free to go..."

It was a maze out there, and Bunny would definitely enjoy this game she devised. After all, the true slaughterhouse was the whole building they were in.

Bunny started counting. "Ten, nine, eight..."

The boy who lost his mouth ran, the boy who lost his eyes followed, and lastly, the girl who could not hear panicked but in the end managed to find the courage to follow her siblings.

Bunny continued counting. "Seven, six, five...." She discarded her scalpel and took out a crossbow hidden under the table, she then took out a serrated machete and a set of fake keys. She never finished counting to ten. She smiled. She looked at you. "Were you enjoying the show? Please do enjoy it... Maybe next time, you could participate in it..."

 

[CheertheSecond]

After being taken away from their home, the kids were brought to the preparation room where they would be made to discard their personal items.

"Why!? Why does it have to be us?" May shouted. Her teary face reflected anguish and fear.
Her little brother was hugging her waist, while their big brother stood to her right. Their faces showed they had accepted their fate.
The chief operator walked over to May. He bended down to her level.
"I had already explained everything to you thrice and I am tired of repeating the same thing. So this is the short version. You have been chosen and that's why. Now took off everything and put these collars on."
"No. I don't want it." She pulled out a small knife she had been hidden inside her sleeve. "I will just die here!"
"So you want another?"
"What- what do you mean?"
"You haven't truly forgot, haven't you?"
"..."
"Every time any of you rejected your fate. We sent you to a friendly universe for you to learn the consequence of resisting. Surely, some memories of past life must still have existed."

Yes. He was right. One time, she was an unlucky girl who grew up to be nothing more than a slave. Another life, she was an ill-fated queen who died in misery. There were many more where she led a fate worse than death. The last of them was being the poor duchess, Mera.

May trembled, horrified at the realisation.

"Do you want to be sent away again? We still have a lot of universes in need of sacrificial soul. Having you would save them from hurting their own people so they would gladly have you."

May dropped to floor. Something inside her mind shattered.

Being sent away means being damned in another life in god-know where.

Then it dawned on her. She looked at her brothers and wondered. Had they been sent away too?

Their gaze seemed to answer her question, especially the look on her little brother's face. That was no eye of a child. That was a glimpse of a ruined old soul. How much time/lives had he experienced?

May could never know that her elder brother, Kai, was once a butler, a forced servant of his enemy and that he had to earn his permission to die. Among the three, Kai was the one being sent away the most for trying to resist and find a way out for the 3 of them the most. The last reincarnation of him was as a sick orphan. He was so sick after expending his soul that that last life was an unending series of pain. He was somewhat happy that he found a friend who helped him but his friend's help in prolonging his life was also prolonging his suffering. Kai lived a painful life as a beacon of hope for his soulmate till his body and mind exhausted.

Their younger brother, Len, too was sent away. In one life, he was an unlucky puppy. In another, he was tool of war who died tragically protecting his lover. On the last reincarnation, Len was the son of a villain who was actually Kai reincarnated. Both of them tried to change their villainous destiny until the situation turned dire when they both sacrificed their lives to be turned into weapons to help the hero repelling the demon lord.

Kai and Len had gone through all of them. They didn't want to struggle anymore but they would respect May's decision.

"If- if we complete this ritual, can you- can you please don't hurt us anymore?" May asked, showing her most submissive posture with both hands on the floor.

"Whatever we did was for the world not for our selfish wish. If it didn't call for, I don't even want to have anything to do with you."

After that, the three obediently followed the instruction they were given.

They went into the ritual chamber, lied down on the metal table. May was in the middle with the two brothers on each side.

The artists of pain moved their tools. A slice of skin was shaved off Kai's face.

He gritted his teeth in pain.

On the other side, Len tightened his hugging arm on May as he lost a piece of his hand.

Of course, certain artists raised their concern as their colleagues cut off the meat too soon. They argued that the flesh could be cut but must still attach to the body because that means the body would still feel pain from those parts.

From that point, a new approach was employed. An artist sliced open May's tricep then made zig zag cut, turning a slab of tissue into a long chain of still intact skin and muscles.

Other cut Kai's eyeball into a rose.

Other focused on Len's tongue. The sharp scalpel drew a spiral pattern on his bloody tongue then the artist grab it and laid it out. The child's tongue turned into a long string of meat to the amazement of his peers at the agony of Len.

Even the kids' most private parts were not spared. Kai's genital was anatomically dissembled to the very tubes. Meanwhile, May's girl was ground away with sandpaper.

Flesh was slowly stripped off the bodies like meat shaved off kebabs. At the end of the 6th hour, the three was down to bone. They looked like three red skeletons. The red bits were the remaining meaty parts that were intentionally left behind before the artists start cleaning them off too.

Tears had long dried. Their faces were no longer recognisable.

May's last eye kept track of Len. His vocal cord was visible so May knew he could still make a sound. However, he made no attempt to cry as their tormentors cleaning his tendons. He must have been too tired to scream.

The eyeless skull on the side was Kai. Without flesh on his face she couldn't tell his expression. At least, his bare heart was still beating strong, telling his siblings that their big brother was still there for them.

May regretted not using her arms when they could still moving to bring her brothers closer. She yearned for the sound of their breath.

Soon they would lose even their ability to hear. The three would be three corpse-like bodies that could feel pain.

In utter darkness, May's brain kept on praying. She prayed for Death to come and slay the beast named pain. She prayed for it all to end. She prayed for relief, for peace.

Her wish was granted.

---

"Why the long face?" He asked his drunken peer. "The ritual was a success. We saved everyone."
The old man threw him a cold glance. "Unlike you fuckers, I am an artist of pain. I take pride in my art." He took another mouthful of liquor. "I don't torture for good. I don't torture for evil. I dedicate my life for the art. Yesterday, my victims died."
"This again. Nothing is immortal. You have to accept death if you want to torture or would you rather not torture anyone because they would die some day?"
He punched the fucker.
"SO THAT MEANS I SHOULD JUST LOWER MYSELF TO THE LEVEL OF YOU MURDERERS? I AM A TORTURER, NOT A LIFE TAKER! Fuck it! Death be merciful for the sin of transgressing your territory." He grabbed his bottle and disappeared in the street.
When will people understand? The art of torturing is an art, it is not a tool to an end. To use it as an execution, to use it as a ritual, to use it as a demonstration of cruelty, you wield the wonder of pain as if you are holding God's blade as a toy sword, you fucking amateur!
Heretics! They do not understand the essence of art.