OKAY. SO. I DECIDED TO TRY SOMETHING NEW. :3 THOUGH:

WARNING -

- Violence
- Rape
- Blood
- Gore
- Death
- Sadness
- Detailed Torture

IF YOU HAVE A WEAK STOMACH, DO NOT READ. I WARNED YOU OKAY?

You have no idea what ever the fuck is going on, and frankly you're freaked as shit. 'D- Damn it-' you think, struggling against the ropes that have your harms tied behind your back. 'D- Damn- Rope burn, shit-' you hiss slightly in pain. You can't see anything. You're blind folded, and you safely assume the room is dark too. There is a cloth covering your mouth, and your feet are tied together. Your name is Karkat Vantas, and you're in a lot of deep shit.

There is a creaking noise, sounding as if a door opened up. '...?' Your ears perk up at the sound, and you struggle a little more, only to hiss him more pain from the rope burn. Your collar is grabbed, and you're yanked to your tide up feet. The cloth is removed from your mouth, and the ropes around your feet fall to the floor. Your left with being blind, and no hands.

"Honk." A low gravelly voice growled. You gasp slightly at the sudden sound of your best friend. He bit into your neck, harshly. Pain shoots through your system and you jump, growling a little. He pulls you in closer, keeping his teeth there. He suddenly pulled away, and licked his lips. You can hear it. "Vantas.." He growls in a low mumble. "..You have some, mother fucking, nerve..."
You then feel a tongue at the base of your chin, slowly moving across. You shudder as the cold slick tongue trailed down, then up your neck, leaving a coating of saliva. You bite your lip, wincing at the pain on your neck. The tongue continues to slowly trail up, stopping at the corner of your lip. He tastes blood. You know he does. You bit your lip a little too hard (harder than intended), and blood began to build up there.
He pulls away.

Yelping, you hit the floor, hard. You swear there was a crunching sound when your jaw hit the floor first. He had kicked you in the back, giggling darkly. "You truly have some, Mother Fucking, nerve Vantas..." He growled again, picking you up by the back of the shirt, and kicking you hard in the stomach. You fall back to the floor, writhing slightly in pain. You curl up into a small ball, wanting to rub the pain away. He's smiling. You know he is. You can hear it in his voice. He took your blind fold off, forcing you to look at him. "..Some...mother fucking... nerve.." A chill was sent down your spine as his smile faded with each word. It's hard to see, because it's dark. The shadows are heavy in the room, everything either being black or grey. He turned around, walking away to grab something. Now's your chance.

You attempt to crawl away...until a club lands on your spine. "What's the matter Vantas? Leaving so Soon?" You cough, and yell in pain more, as he kneels down beside you. Grabbing a hand full of your hair, he pulled you up to face him. That smile came back. "You know Vantas... I've always had flushed, mother Fucking, feelings for you." He stated plainly, dropping your head.
You meet the ground again... the cold hard ground... It reminds you of him, and how he's not the same anymore... though since when was he ever in his right mind? He was never in his sense to understand jack shit about everything...

You're flipped around, and a heavy wait slowly crawls on you. He's on you. He's laughing. "So Vantas, do you want to have fun or die first?" He stabs your leg, but with your weapon. By now, you would have done yelled in pain, and wriggle around, but he's choking you.

"G- Gamzee-" You choke, coughing and gasping for air. "P- lease do-"

"Don't what? Answer me Vantas!" Gamzee yelled. You couldn't answer him. He began to shake you. "Well?"

"Eh-.. Ch-.. St- Eh-!" You choke, and gag. You squirm around a little, your arms crushing under your weight. You feel as if they're going to snap and break, but then... Relief. The Sickle that was buried into your leg had frayed part of the rope that tide your arms up, and soon was cut with your struggling. You look down to the side, wincing more when Gamzee's leg brushed against the sickle. You began to reach for the sickle... Instead of grabbing the sickle you... grab your leg?

"Vantas," Gamzee called your name softly with a taunting voice. "Looking for this? ~ HONK! ~" He smirked, holding the sickle. You then realize why you were holding your leg. You also realize you're being held close to Gamzee's mid chest, gasping for air. "Sh..." Gamzee soothed. Whimpering mixed into your gasps for air, and you called out in pain. Gamzee had ripped out the sickle, and your involuntary reaction numbed the pain for a minute. You were scared, you knew he could tell.

"Gamzee, fun's over- r- right-?" You try to push away from him, but he pulled you in closer. "Gamzee-" You ask, and gasp for air. But he doesn't speak.

A gentle hand began to caress your cheek. You gasp at the sudden change in manner. He stopped and looked at you. "Mother fuck my brother, your shakin like a tiny earth pet pawbeast." He said, chuckling softly. Though his body strength changed, his voice, or cold manner didn't. Just before you were about to speak, a pair of lips crashed down on yours. Arms wrapped around your body, and restrained you from pushing or pulling away. "Mng.." Gamzee moaned, forcing his tongue into your mouth. You use all your strength to push away, though it was hopeless. You growl in displeasure, and claw at him with your nails but he returned it with a hard bite on your lip. Swirling your tongues together, tears threatened to spill from your eyes. You won't allow it to happen, and you refuse to let it.
Pulling away, he looked into your eyes and wiped the tears that had built up, away.

"Gamzee" You huff, "Stop this stupid shit right now-" Your voice is shaky and nervous, but he then began to rub your horns. He rubbed them softly, and slightly pinching. "F- Fuck-" You cringe in both pleasure but mostly in pain. You hissed looking to the side to see your blood still flowing from your leg. You close your eyes tightly, wanting it to just be a nightmare, but soon forget what you were thinking. The horn rubbing is rather relaxing, and a little bit of a... turn on? No, no, no, "Nnh... J-Just a little- ah..." You moan. Realizing what you just said, you cover your mouth quickly, yanking your head back away from him. You don't care that your blood is getting into and on, around your mouth. You attempt to scoot away, but Gamzee was already on his feet.
A cold kick to the stomach hit you hard with a reality. "Fuck-!" You yell, blood spits out of your mouth.

"Did I mother Fucking say, you could talk? You answer me, mother fucker!" He laughed and growled. You hit the floor again, landing on your back from the force. His hands wrap around your neck, nails digging into the bite marks on your neck. "Well mother fucker? Say something..." He whispers in your ear, seductively. You couldn't respond. Your struggles for speaking were choked and gagged. If anything you could only mouth your words and say 'fuck you'.

He picked you up, and pushed you away, taking your sickle. "Fuck!" You scream in pain when he purposely kicked you in the groin. You curled up in a ball, groaning and muttering curses in pain. Opening your eyes a little, you read the words on the wall that were imprinted in your friends' blood. The sound of Gamzee's voice echoing in your head and the sounds of 'honks' constantly pounds you more and more. You felt more or less as if you were going insane. You want this to end.

You want it to stop.

You want to wake up, and say it was a nightmare.

You want it to be pretend.

You want...

...you want to die...

You smile at the thought. Death. It sounds so good right now. Just imagining the feeling of it... Wait- what are you thinking? You are Karkat Vantas. You never give up! Not now.

"Bitch," The words snapped you out of your thoughts. "Get. Up." He growled, then 'honked'. You groan slightly, only managing to get on your hands and knees. The wound in your leg that was still bleeding hurt like hell. You groan in disapproval. Your head is drooping low, and you collapse back down. You have so far taken a club to your back; kicks in your stomach, groin, and back; a sickle in your leg; a bite to the neck; forceful kissing; and the rope burns that so far hurt like hell. You're beginning to feel weak from the fighting and shoving, and you're starting to feel sick with all the blood loss. Gamzee doesn't spare you one bit.

Gamzee grabbed you by the hair again and pulls you up. "Did I mother Fucking Ask you? No!" He growled, "I said to, mother fucking, stand the mother fuck Up!" He yelled, and threw you back down. You smile, but then began to shake. You curl up into a ball; at the reaction of pain that now coarse threw you. He smiled.

"F- F- Shit!" You yelp, as Gamzee steps on you. He breaks you out of your fetal position and knees you in the stomach again. This time you instantly hold your stomach, pushing away like crazy. You vomit. You vomit blood that mixed into your stomach acid, and the food you did eat from earlier before you got into this mess. After spilling your guts everywhere you finally collapse in the warm vomit that stained you and your clothes. The smell is overwhelming along with the pain and the blood loss. You're surprised you're not dead.

"So mother fucker... How do you feel?" He asks, laughing at you. You cough up blood, barely managing to keep your grip on reality. Reaching up, you grab his pant leg, looking at him with pained eyes.

"Gamzee-" You choke slightly, "Please stop this- at least kill me now and be done with it. I don't know what happened- B- But I'm sorry for not paying attention to yo-" You're cut off as he brings the sickle to your throat.

"You'd like that huh?" He smirked. You simply look at him with pleading eyes, sore from the pain. "Well, too bad." He growled, kicking you back down. He reached in his back pocket and pulled out a small blade. "I've waited for a long time Vantas..." He muttered, "Now I'm going to get what I want..." He snickered. He grabbed your wrists, slitting them ever so slowly; making sure you can feel the pain.

"Gamzee... please..." You squirm slightly, but soon your vision begins to blur. Your words are coming out slurred, and you're not even sure if you're speaking anything anymore. You lose your senses and now... bliss... You wish this could stay, but the world has gone black.
You pass out from lack of blood.

God You Wish This Could Be Over.

THIS ISN'T THE END OF CHAPTER1. IT'S STILL THE BEGINNING. BEWARE, FOR THIS WILL GET A LITTLE UNCOMFORTABLE FOR PEOPLE WHO CAN TAKE BLOODY STORIES WELL.