**Greetings, readers! Welcome back to The Fox and The Spider. I hope you all enjoyed the last chapter; if you're eager to get to the gore, trust me, it starts in this chapter. Huge major rape and necrophilia trigger warning for this chapter. Take the rating seriously and leave now if you are underage or can't handle the details in the description. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy! I don't own Vocaloid, the characters used, or the song this is based on. Thanks!**
Chapter 2
"Guu-chan, stop it!" Miku giggled, her slippered feet making rapid thuds across the polished wood floor as she fled from her friend. Gumi followed close behind, her hands raised as she snarled between laughs. "Rrraugh! I'm the demon! I'm gonna eat you up!" She finally caught up to the cyan-haired girl, tackling her to the ground with a childish roar. Miku squealed and struggled before rolling over and playing dead. Gumi rolled off of her, laughing breathlessly and clutching at the stitch in her side. Miku opened one eye before sitting up, brushing her hair out of her face. "You're a scarier demon than I am, Guu-chan…" She pouted, her bottom lip protruding. Gumi nudged her shoulder. "Maybe, but you can run way faster! You always catch me right after we start!" That made Miku smile, and she wrapped her arms around her friend. "You're the best friend in the world, Guu-chan." The green-haired girl smiled, returning the hug. "You are too, Miku-chan! I hope we'll always be together."
"Of course we will! As long as your Outo-san works with my Outo-san, we'll live close to each other. And even if they don't, we can still visit!" Miku chirped, pulling out of the hug and standing up. "Do you want to go eat? Okaa-san said the servants would be making lunch soon." Gumi nodded eagerly, getting up and taking her friend's hand as they walked down the corridor together.
The memory faded as Gumi opened her eyes, blinking and wincing at the low, throbbing ache that radiated out from the back of her head. She was laying on the ground, the hard, packed dirt feeling uncomfortably cold on her back. 'Where am I…?' As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could make out a dim paper lantern hanging from the wooden ceiling. It cast the room, or at least what she could see of it, in an eerie orange glow. Groaning softly from the pain, Gumi turned her head to look around the room. Her eyes passed over a ladder coming down from a closed trapdoor, surrounded by bare walls and the dirt floor. The walls were stained with something that Gumi told herself was water. The lantern cast black shadows onto the wall, the flame inside making them twitch and jump like insects. Deciding the room was empty, she turned to look at the other side of the room.
Her mother's blank, empty eyes stared back.
Gumi jerked back with a cry, bolting upright and scrambling back until her head hit the ladder. Her mother's corpse was clammy and pale, her face stretched in a horrid grimace and her eyes wide with fear. Her sleeping robes were ripped and splattered with red stains. The lantern illuminated the shimmering pool of blood underneath her, and the horrific realization that she had been laying in it made Gumi cover her mouth to keep from retching. Tears streamed from her eyes. "O-Okaa-san…." She sobbed, trembling and holding onto the ladder for support. Behind her mother, a figure that she recognized as her father lay silently. Unable to take her eyes away, she detached herself from the ladder and slowly stumbled closer. As her eyes adjusted further and she was able to see her father fully, Gumi let out a choked sob before turning and emptying her stomach onto the dirt floor.
Her father's legs were gone.
Her vision blurred with tears as she forced herself to look back at him. The cut hadn't been clean, she realized, as her eyes passed over the ragged ribbons of flesh where his thighs ended. Whatever had taken off his legs, it hadn't cut. It had torn. She held back her cries, tears silently streaming down her cheeks as she looked up at his face. He, too, had died with a twisted expression of fear. Her head spinning with disgust and horror, Gumi stumbled away from the mutilated corpses of her parents and succeeded in tripping over her own feet, landing hard on the packed dirt with a solid 'whump'. As if in immediate response, footsteps began approaching the trapdoor from upstairs. Realizing her perpetrators would probably kill her if they knew she was conscious, Gumi quickly crawled back to the patch of dirt where she woke up. As the trapdoor slid open with a hideous screech of wood against wood, the girl spared one last look at her mother before she closed her eyes.
The ladder creaked as whoever it was slowly climbed down, carefully stepping onto the floor a few feet from where Gumi lay. She tried to keep her breathing as regular as possible as the footsteps approached her, straining her ears to figure out where they were going. The person casually walked past her and kept going for a few feet before stopping. Judging by the distance, Gumi guessed the person was standing beside her father. She could hear shallow panting, as if the person was out of breath. Her ears pricked at the sound of rustling fabric, and then her stomach sank as she heard fabric hit the floor. What the hell? She didn't care if she got caught, she had to see what was going on.
Hesitantly opening one eye, Gumi silently turned her head until she could see what was going on. Miku was standing completely nude, facing away from her, and her sleeping robe was in a puddle of fabric around her feet as she untied her hair and let it flow down her bare back. The faded orange light from the lantern illuminated her movements as she knelt down over the corpse of Gumi's father, carefully untying his obi and removing his robe as well. Gumi's stomach began to churn as she realized the panting she had heard was coming from Miku, and it wasn't panting of exhaustion. It was panting of excitement.
As Gumi watched, horrified, Miku slowly ran her hand down the corpse's chest. Her panting increased somewhat as she reached between the corpse's legs, her hand going where Gumi couldn't see. The green-haired girl squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to watch. The sounds continued on for what seemed like hours, Miku's excited panting and moaning intermingling with the sound of skin slapping against skin. The one time Gumi risked opening her eyes, she closed them again quickly at the sight of Miku rocking her hips back and forth as she straddled the corpse. The noises continued on, echoing inside Gumi's ears, until she finally heard Miku let loose with a shuddering cry and fall forward onto her father's corpse. Gumi lay there, quivering and biting down on the inside of her cheek as she listened to the other girl let out a breathless laugh. "Thank you, Megpoid-Ojisan." She murmured softly, and clambered off of him with a gasp and a giggle. As Gumi listened, the girl slipped back into her sleeping robe and, with one last laugh, made her way up the ladder and back out of the basement.
Gumi awoke much later, her head laying in a congealed pool of vomit. She spluttered, fresh bile running between what was already crusted on her lips, before sitting up. Her head was swimming and throbbed with a monstrous ache. She struggled to recall where she was and what had happened, but before she could do so she heard a sharp voice cut through the darkness. "She's awake. It's time." Hands grabbed her arms roughly and began to drag her across the dirt floor while her head lolled on her chest. 'That was Hatsune-sama's voice.. Wha…' Her train of thought derailed instantly as her dead parents came into view, lying on the floor like logs. She remembered. Miku-chan, her father, the disgusting noises and.. and…
With a low moan of pain, Gumi began struggling against her captors. She didn't know why she was here and what they were planning to do to her, but she needed out. She had to get out. "Luh… Let me go.. H-Help…." She pleaded weakly, but her voice was barely strong enough for her to hear. Without warning, she was slammed onto the cold stone wall. Shackles were immediately locked around her wrists and ankles, and she let out a small cry as she felt one of the captors begin to run a hand up her thigh. "Reiko. That's enough." Hatsune-sama's voice barked, and the hand was quickly retracted. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, Gumi began to see the outlines of people. There were four or five others in the room with her, all wearing stained robes and fox masks. She blinked, struggling against her cuffs in a feeble attempt to free herself. "Megpoid-san, I believe that will be unnecessary." Hatsune-sama stepped forward into the dim lamplight. He was also wearing a fox mask, but she could make out his bluish-grey hair and his thick neck. "You are our guest, it would be rude for you to leave so soon."
Gumi began to cry, tears trailing wet marks down her filthy cheeks. Hatsune-sama nodded, and one of the masked figured stepped forward and slapped her hard across the face, her head snapping to the side. Her lip was busted, and blood began oozing down her chin. "Don't cry now, we haven't even started." Hatsune-sama chuckled, rolling up the sleeves of his kimono. He nodded again, and two figures stepped out of the shadows, beginning to remove Gumi's filthy robe. She started to sob again, hissing as the cold night air hit her skin. "P-please.. Don't do this, Hatsune-sama…" She murmured softly, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He smirked, turning away from her and making his way to something against the wall, just beyond the reach of the lanterns. "I do prize civility, my dear." He said casually, his speech intermingled with the sound of something metal being sharpened. Gumi sobbed quietly, trying to see what he was doing, but she couldn't see anything through the looming darkness. "I would appreciate it," he continued, "if you wouldn't make so much noise. This room is soundproof, so no one can hear you in the first place, but my ears are old and I cannot handle loud noises for very long." He stepped back into the light, and Gumi's stomach dropped to her feet.
In his hand was a wicked-looking knife. The handle was a dark, glossy leather that was wound in tight, thin strips around the hilt. The blade itself was a little under a foot long, made of dark steel and ending in a point sharp enough to slice a hair. A small whimper escaped Gumi's lungs as the man smiled. "What, are you afraid of this old thing? I have much nicer ones. But since this is my daughter's favorite, I decided I would let her use it on you." As if on cue, one of the figures stepped out of the shadows and slid off their fox mask. "You look tired, Guu-chan. Not enough sleep?" Miku giggled, her face twisted with malicious glee. Gumi began to cry harder then, tears blurring her vision as she whimpered with desperation. Miku took the dagger from her father, stepping closer to Gumi and dragging the point of the blade down her stomach. A very thin line of red followed the gleaming metal, dark blood beading along the surface like rubies. Gumi looked up at her captor, her eyes red and swollen, her face in a painful grimace.
"Wh-why… why are you doing this…?"
Miku paused, cocking her head to the side with a confused expression. "Why..?" Her lips curled into a cruel smile, and she dug the knife into the girl's skin. "Because it's fun."
For the rest of the night, the room rang with Gumi's screams.
End of Chapter 2
**I wasn't kidding about the warning, you guys! Anyway, hope you enjoyed. The next chapter should be up soon enough. See you then!**
