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(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)
(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.
Ah, yes I'm good with that!
You could also share it directly to [email protected] if you want
Sent it to you.
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