Archive of Our Own

With the smell of rot and the metallic taste of blood in your mouth you awake. Your vision was blurry, Everything hurt, it was too much to handle. A faint buzz from the lightbulb above was one of the few light sources you had at the moment. Your head felt heavy, and that’s when you noticed the odd contraption on your head, along with the restraints that kept you stuck. Whatever was happening wasn’t good, your heart pounded in your chest quickly as you glanced around the room. You’ve seen such in horror movies, never in real life. Why would this happen to you , you wondered. You had no clue who you wronged, or how you got here. Your memory was blank.

Footsteps caught your attention, there was someone here, maybe to help. Hope fluttered in your chest, that was until something awful came to view. At first you thought it was real, a pig who managed to kidnap you. But no, it was someone in a pig mask along with a red robe. Your eyes widen and you kick around, trying to break free.

“I wouldn't do that if I were you,” the voice, feminine, must've been a woman under the mask. You tilt your head up ever so slightly as you paused your movements, so many questions ran in that little head of yours. You wanted to shout, to break free and run, but alas you couldn’t. Your only option was to be good and listen. “Moving around like that could set that trap off and blow your head up into pieces. I would know, I made it after all.” She stepped closer to you, tracing a finger lightly against the metal of the trap, “I tinkered around with it, changed it a bit.” She pulled her hand away and stared at you, you swore you could feel her eyes burning into you. “Are you worthy of life? This is your test.” Test, what did any of this mean?! You were confused, rightfully so. You continued to stare with wide eyes, beyond scared.

After a few silent moments passed, she spoke again, “Undo your restraints, get the key and prove your worth.”

That snapped you out of your frozen fear. Right now, your purpose was to get whatever was on your head off and escape this deathtrap. The woman walked away, leaving you alone once more. But perhaps you weren’t fully alone. Looking down at the small bit of leather that held your wrists down, you began to tug at them, hoping to break them. After many attempts they broke and you were sent crashing to the hard floor. Thankfully, you caught yourself with your hands, though you did scrape them in the process. That doesn't matter now, you have to focus on getting the trap off, before it explodes your head. A soft beeping caused the hair on your neck to raise, you knew where the beeping was coming from and you didn’t want to find out what happens when it ends.

A body on the floor caught your attention, whoever that was seemed to be deceased. A large question mark was drawn on their stomach, a sharp glass shard rested on their belly. You knew what you had to do, but did you have the courage to do it? With quick shaky movements you rushed over, cupping the shard tightly in your hands, trying to avoid harming yourself with it. You fell to your knees. With teary eyes you bring down the glass, slicing the flesh, causing blood to trickle down. It was awful, the smell and sight made you gag. You dropped the glass once the opening was large enough, and so you hesitantly stuck a hand in. As the beeping grew frantic, so did your movements, you searched in the guts of a stranger's dead body. You pulled out a blood covered bag, you quickly began to rip it open, with bloodied hands you grabbed the key and began to search for where to put it.

You did it, the trap fell to the floor and soon went off which caused you to flinch. Tears were streaming down your face, you weren’t even aware of them until now. You took in deep, ragged breaths as you tried to calm yourself down. Without warning, a hand brushed through your hair, the grip was gentle. Until you were being pulled up back to your feet that is. You were turned around, the grip in your hair was tight and your scalp ached for release. You were meeted with the pig mask once more, you were shaking in her grip.

“You did it. Congratulations. But you’re not finished.”

Yelling out in shock, your head was being rammed into the wall. Once, twice, and you lost count. Everything went blank. All you remember before passing out was the pain and blood that coated your hands.

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Everything hurt, everything ached. Your eyes were closed, and your head lolled back. You could tell your hands were tied behind your back, and you were seated once again. But something felt different, it felt colder. . . You blink open your eyes, light blinding you for a moment or two. Looking down to see what was wrong, you noticed your clothing was missing. Letting out a shocked grunt you struggle, once again you are confused and worried.

It didn’t take too long for the woman to return but this time she wasn’t wearing her usual attire. No, she looked like a normal being. A red shirt, black pants and long hair. “You finally woke up. Now this is your real game.”

She walked forward and slotted herself between your legs, she placed her hands on each of your knees. A warm feeling began to pool in your stomach. She bent her head down, pressing her tongue against your core. It felt good, it distracted you from all the aching in your body, “Pleeasse,” you whined while rutting your hips towards her. But that caused her to stop and pull away, “Stay still and be good for me,” and so you stilled. She began to repeat her movements. You would have never thought you were going to be given head by some crazy lady, but you weren’t complaining. At least not now. Her tongue felt heavenly, like silk. Her mouth was warm.

You tried your best not to buck your hips, you needed to stay still, be good for her. But you couldn’t help it, everything felt too good. She pulled away once again, visibly annoyed at your efforts. Before you knew it, your cheek was stinging. She hit you. You froze, eyes wide. She raised her hand again but this time she wrapped her fingers around your throat, nails lightly digging into your neck. She squeezed hard and your vision grew blurry. You kicked your legs but it was no use. Before you were able to welcome the darkness, her grip released and your head bobbed. You took in rapid breaths and coughed, trying to get air back into your lungs.

“I said behave for me,” she got back on her knees, in between your legs. She rested her hand on your thigh, lightly squeezing. “Don’t listen again and I’ll cut your insides up. Make you look all pretty.”

The thought of that caused you to shiver, yet you were still enjoying every moment. She leaned her head down, focusing on her task. You couldn’t help but stare at her, she was beautiful and you hated yourself for thinking like that. You let out a groan, you were close and she knew that, too. She was good at this. She hummed against you, she was skilled with her tongue. You came, coating her mouth with your release.

“That’s it, you’re so good for me now,” she stood up, a smirk across her face, “poor thing. You look so tired.” She cupped your face into her hand, her touch was gentle, loving even. You leaned into the touch, melting. That was until you felt something, something terrible. Blood dripped down from your lower half. The woman had a blade, it was drenched in red. Hesitantly, you tilt your gaze down. In horror you saw your hole, open and bleeding. Without warning, the blade returned. It slided inside your warmth, against your insides, against your skin. “Gonna see if I can make you cum just like this.”