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Dead Dove Warning: Proceed with EXTREME caution!
This fanfic is not for the faint of heart or easily disturbed. It contains a plethora of graphic and potentially triggering content, including but not limited to:
* Loli and shota themes (underage characters in inappropriate situations)
* Non-consensual and dubious consent scenarios (read at your own risk)
* Gross-out moments involving vomit and scatological themes (because why not, right?)
* Necrophilia, for that special someone who likes their romance with a side of rigor mortis
* murder and torture (just like any another fic)
* SEX
If you're someone who gets queasy at the thought of bodily fluids, pedophilia, or general depravity, then this fic is NOT for you. Like, seriously, don't say I didn't warn you.
Seriously though, I've put those tags there for a reason. Don't ignore them. Your emotional well-being (and your therapist's paycheck) will thank you.
DONT READ IF YOURE UNDERAGED BRAH
Read at your own risk, and don't come crying to me when your brain cells start dying from the sheer awfulness of it all.
In the grim underbelly of Gardenview, where the neon lights of the city cast a sickly glow on the shady alleyways, a tale of twisted fate unfolded. Glisten, a young and feisty trans masc individual, found himself in the clutches of the notorious cartel leader, the reader. The air was thick with tension and fear as Glisten was dragged into a dimly lit room, his heart pounding in his chest with every step.
The reader, a man of power and depravity, loomed over Glisten, a sadistic smirk playing on his lips. "You know what happens to those who cross me, don't you, sweetheart?" he purred, the menace in his voice unmistakable.
Glisten trembled, his eyes darting around the room, searching for an escape that he knew was futile. "Please," he whimpered, his voice barely a whisper, "I'll do anything."
The reader's smile grew wider. "Oh, I know you will." He pulled out a monstrous 11-inch cock, a weapon of pure malice, and a shotgun that gleamed ominously in the shadows. "This is going to be a night you never forget."
With the cold steel of a pistol pressing against Glisten's temple, the reader began his perverse game. He placed the shotgun against Glisten's thigh, tracing the barrel along the soft, supple skin. Glisten's eyes widened in horror as the reader's hand tightened around the gun, but the trigger remained unpulled.
"Open up for me," the reader ordered, pushing the shotgun's barrel against Glisten's vagina. Glisten gritted his teeth, his body shaking as he felt the icy metal breach him, stretching him beyond what he thought possible. The pain was intense, but the fear of the gunshot kept him from resisting.
The reader took his sweet time, savoring every whine and gasp that Glisten let out. He moved the shotgun in and out of him, using the cold steel as a makeshift dildo, watching with twisted pleasure as Glisten's body betrayed his fear with every involuntary quiver of arousal.
But the torment didn't end there. The reader noticed a particularly sensitive spot on Glisten's inner thigh, a spot that made him squirm every time it was touched. With a wicked glint in his eye, he took out a knife and sliced through the flesh, leaving a crimson line that bled freely.
"Scream for me," he demanded, his voice low and dangerous. Glisten bit his lip, trying to hold back the cry of pain, but the reader was merciless. He shoved his cock into the fresh wound, grinding against the torn flesh as he watched Glisten's expression contort with agony.
The reader's cock was thick and unforgiving, a stark contrast to the delicate frame of his victim. He pumped in and out of Glisten's vagina, his thrusts growing more violent as he felt the warm blood seep onto his shaft.
The gun remained in the reader's other hand, and he took a moment to press the barrel against Glisten's mouth. "Taste it," he murmured, pushing the gun further in until Glisten's mouth was forced open. "Taste the metal that could end you at any moment."
Glisten choked, the metallic taste of the gun mixed with his own saliva and blood. His eyes watered as he felt the reader's cock sliding in and out of his mouth, the pressure unrelenting. The reader's grip on the gun was firm, the trigger a hair's breadth away from ending it all.
But the reader had no intention of letting Glisten go so easily. He wanted to hear him beg, to see the fear in his eyes. So, he pulled out of Glisten's mouth, leaving him gasping for air, and turned his attention back to the knife wound.
He began to rub his cock along the open gash, feeling the blood smear on his skin. Glisten's muffled screams grew louder, his body shaking as the reader brought him closer and closer to the edge of unbearable pain.
"Please," Glisten managed to choke out, his voice hoarse. "Please, stop."
The reader leaned in, whispering in Glisten's ear, "But the night's just getting started."
With a final, brutal thrust, the reader emptied himself into Glisten, his hot seed mixing with the crimson blood that painted the scene. He pulled out, leaving Glisten a trembling, sobbing mess on the floor.
As the reader zipped up his pants and tucked away his gun, Glisten couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and dread. The worst was over, but he knew he'd never truly be free from the nightmare that was his encounter with the cartel.
The reader looked down at him, the smirk never leaving his face. "Remember, sweetheart," he said, "You're mine now." He stepped over Glisten's prone form and left the room, the sound of his boots echoing through the empty corridor.
Glisten lay there, his body a canvas of pain and humiliation, but the reader's parting words resonated in his mind. He had survived, but at what cost?
The room grew colder, the only warmth coming from the sticky mess that covered his body. Glisten knew that this was only the beginning of his descent into the reader's twisted world, and that he would bear the scars of this night for the rest of his life.