Derlik stayed calm on the outside. He gently held his finger out to Coco, lifting the bird up to rest on a nearby ledge so he could deal with Sorren. He grabbed Sorren's chin, fingers digging into the exposed flesh.
"You're the one who took the deal. You're the one who pissed off a god." He lifted his second hand, digging his fingers into Sorren's stomach, feeling cloth and flesh giving out under him as he pressed his fingers deeper.
Sorren gritted his teeth. "You're the one who came to my house expecting me to fuck you! Your point? You can't just do whatever the hell you want and expect the world to bend to your will!"
Coco looked at the two of them confusedly, scratching the inside of her wing.
"I'm a fucking god," Derlik growled, putting his fingers entirely into Sorren's stomach. "It's my job to have the world bend to my will." He pushed Sorren to his knees, grabbing onto the flesh around his fingers and tearing it out.
(My poor boi…)
Sorren screamed.
"Please, please stop hurting me. I-I won't say anything, I'll shut up, okay Derlik?" Tears had begun to form in his eyes. He started to regret his decision not to–no, I stopped doing that for way more of a reason than because I had enough money.
"I can do whatever the hell I want to you," Derlik sneered. "Remember? There are only two ways to get me to stop- agree to fuck or sell your soul. Do you choose to do either of those?"
A growl erupted from Sorren's throat. "No. Burn in hell you-" Sorren stopped himself before he said anything else–he didn't want to be hurt again. He didn't mutter a 'sorry', instead scowling at Derlik.
Derlik sneered again. He buried his hand deep in the hole he had made, shoving Sorren's organs to the side. He dug into Sorren's flesh with his nails, raking them up and down, over and over as he tore up Sorren's insides.
(Mom: So what did you do today sweetie?)
(Me: I got into 2 rps that have otherworldly beings torturing my sad, depressed, and egotistical bois)
(Mom: That sounds just swell!)
(XD)
"Stop! Please! I'm going to die!" The world around Sorren was in slow motion, his mouth forming words that couldn't escape his mouth. His face was stuck in a wide-eyed look. Sorren felt like… like… He. Couldn't. Move. The world spun around him as the only thing he could focus on was the person, god–whatever he was–who was harming him. There was so much pain that Sorren could feel his legs give out from under him, his hands trying to tug at the hand in his stomach without his mind telling them to. Everything was so surreal. Is this how Sorren would die?
(When you finally write something you're proud of-)
"It doesn't matter if you think you will," Derlik growled. "Because no matter what I do, I won't let your soul leave your body. You're going to be alive, and you're going to be aware of every little thing I do to you." Derlik was scratching his way through Sorren, digging deeper and deeper until his hand came out the other side.
"Twenty four hours of this," Derlik said calmly in Sorren's ear. "I wonder how many it will be until you finally give. In."
"You-you never said-!" But Sorren couldn't. If it weren't for Derlik holding onto him, Sor would have fallen forward onto the ground. Every sound was muffled through his ears ringing, all except for His voice. He couldn't hear Coco chirping frantically, couldn't feel her on his head where she yanked at his hair to make sure he was okay, couldn't see anything but the eyes. Those eyes. The eyes that were like blue hellfire, barely letting his soul hang on by a thread. Those eyes that have killed, tortured, manipulated. Those were not the eyes of a god. Those were the eyes of a monster.
(Okay thank you for letting me find out that I love writing like that! Because Oh. My. God. I can use this for writing pieces/rps!)
"We agreed I would do whatever I wanted to do to you. Didn't I say I'd kill you? I warned you, Sorren." Derlik cupped Sorren's injured cheek in his hand.
"We're just getting started, Sorren. And I'm going to make sure your feel every little thing I do to you. You know how to stop this, Sorren. You're the only one who will." Derlik lifted Sorren up by the arm inside him, pressing against his shredded insides. He held the man's spine, freeing the bones grind and crack as he put pressure on them they were never designed for.
(You're welcome! Honestly, I feel like I could just drop all my projects and write torture p*rn and still make as much money off of it XD)
"Why…me?" Sorren's voice was a whisper, a rhetorical question, when he screamed and the pain in his spine. What was worth living? Coco? His job? Should he-?
No, please don't make me decide now…please… I have a kind mother, what would she think of my death? My father would be upset, tell me to man up…but I don't want to choose between two evils.
"T-t-t-time?" Sorren said a little louder, his breath raspy.
(Oof)
Derlik set Sorren down, hand still inside him.
"You don't have any. You have twenty four hours of this, or you give in. Can you handle that much? Because even if you can't die, I can surely break your mind. So much pain you can't take it, your brain turns to mush and you'd never be able to do anything on your own ever again."
"I can't…do that. Please…show mercy…I…" Fear was in Sorren's eyes. There were certainly worse things than death, and now that he wasn't thinking straight? He needed for everything to stop. He was desperate. He hated to be desperate. So Sorren said the words he loathed to say. "I… I give up. You can…have my soul, just…not my body." It was a miracle how Sorren's heart was still beating, how his lungs still worked, but barely. Everything…everything hurt.
Derlik cooed a bit.
"Good boy," he said softly. He pulled his hand out of Sorren, his arm covered in blood. "Let's get you cleaned up now, shall we?" Derlik helped Sorren lay down, holding his hand over the gaping wound. It glowed a bit, and soon the torn flesh was knitting back together. Derlik hummed softly, healing Sorren.
"You are now forever and irreversibly mine. This grants me near complete control over you. Once you die, for whatever reason, it will be my choice as to whether or not you receive a new body, and if I do it will belong too me as you do."
(When you type being instead of belong)
"You-you don't play fair, Derlik." Sorren's words were more audible now as he tasted the strong sensation of copper in his mouth. The pain was going away, thank the gods! But he tricked you! he manipulated you into-
"You played me for a fool!"
"That was the plan!" Derlik chuckled a bit. "What else would you expect from the God of Chaos?" He finished healing Sorren's chest, going to his cheek.
This is Samantha's mother. She is not permitted to text with friends online anymore.
She will not be back anytime soon. Please do not take it personally, but her online habits are counterproductive to her education and it will be stopping now
I see.
I'm…sorry about that. I will not be able to use this website any longer, so if you still want to (because I still do!), we can continue this rp on another platform.
Yes, please! Which ones do you have?
And I totally understand- my parents did something a most exactly like this from what I can tell
Ah, I gotcha. I believe I can trust you with my school email (seeing as my parent said my full irl first name), so perhaps on a google doc? I can PM the doc to you.