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THIS CONTAINS MAJOR SPOILERS, RATHER IT'S IN-STORY OR AN AUTHOR COMMENT!

I got this idea from Memfisto's "Losing It" series... Um... I didn't really have an idea for this, so I hope it's okay for me to... I mean, it's not even based on Memfisto's pictures, really... I didn't get a reply when I asked, so I hope so...

"TWI. LIGHT. ISN'T. LITERATURE!" ~ The Demyx Show Episode 12.
Also, happy Easter!
11121/21121 Walter came back eventually. Even with windows, Henry lost track of time. He came back with some kind of meat in tin foil, stained with blood.

'Can tin foil be stained..?' Henry asked in his head.

"When was the last time you ate anything?" Walter asked. He walked into the kitchen and looked around. "Well?"

Henry shrugged. "What are you doing in my kitchen?"

"I'm going to make you something to eat. He's already a little cooked, but I don't think it's cooked enough."

"What are you doing here, anyway?" He finally asked.

"I'm just checking up on you."

"Why?"

"To see how you are doing, of course! By the way, you may go to the bathroom, now, if you need to."

Henry immediately darted to the bathroom. He didn't need to go, but if it means getting the Hell away from this place, then he would do anything.

In there, he noticed that Walter blocked the hole with a piece of wood. He immediately tried pulling off the piece of wood, but as soon as he pulled, his head started to hurt. He screamed in pain and pulled back. The pain stopped almost right away.

He gave up and went back into the living room, though he wasn't sure why he did that. He knew that Walter was waiting for him. They both knew that Henry tried to leave, so he just took a deep breath and ask straight out-

"Why won't you let me leave?" He asked, all too calmly for his current situation.

"Because, Henry... Well, first of all, it's a lot easier to just keep you in one place, but also..." Walter walked up to him and grabbed his chin. "You're in a very vulnerable state, right now." He leaned down to grab Henry's upper lip in between his teeth.

Henry pulled back right away in disgust. "What the Hell!" Walter chuckled and went back into the kitchen. He opened the oven to see how cooked the meat was. "W-Wait a minute..."

Walter looked at him. "Hm?"

"I-I... Er... Nevermind. It's nothing." He was about to say that he wasn't able to use the oven in a long time, but he decided to keep it to himself. He figured that he wouldn't want to know how Walter can use it. "I was just wondering where you got food..." He lied. "But then I remembered that you came in carrying meat..."

"Oh."

Walter removed the meat from the oven and immediately started cutting it with his own knife- he got it specially for Henry. The meat was a little under done, but that was part of the point of him feeding this to Henry. He placed the meat onto a paper plate that he got who knows when, and carried it into the living room to set it down on the coffee table.

"You have silverware, correct?" Henry nodded.

"Of course I do... Just... Search around in the kitchen... I don't really feel like getting up just to show you where I keep them."

Walter did just that. He searched around until he found what he was looking for. He returned to the living room to cut the mystery meat into little pieces. He stabbed a piece and held the fork by Henry's mouth, who grimaced.

"I'm not eating anything that you're trying to feed me."

Walter gritted his teeth before sighing. "Fine." He set the fork down. "Eat it yourself."

"I won't eat it. I don't even know what it is."

Walter's paitence was getting thin. "Yes, you will eat it, even if I have to force you to. Open your damn mouth." Henry did the opposite by keeping his lips sealed shut. Walter growled and pounced on Henry. He ripped his shirt open so he could use the sleeves to tie Henry's wrists together.

"Stop this!" Henry gasped. He couldn't believe how weak he was compared to this man, though he never have been good with fighting with his bare hands. His legs became useless when Walter sat on his knees.

Walter used one hand to keep the other man's mouth open, and used the other to pick up pieces of meat and shove them down Henry's throat. He was trying to be careful and avoid choking the man, but it was almost impossible to do with Henry thrashing about and trying to bite him.

Walter slapped Henry's face. "Cut that out. Do you want to choke to death?"

"I'd rather have that than be poisoned by your food!"

"It's not poisoned! Or... If it is, then it's not my fault that it is, but it shouldn't be. Either way, you're eating it."

He continued to shove the pieces of meat down Henry's throat. This time, he didn't have to struggle so much with trying to avoid choking him. Henry would still try biting him, but to no avail. Eventually, Henry gave up altogether and just sat there. He would occasionally gag on the unnaturally cold hand of the other man.

"All gone. It only took forever." Henry was picked up and cairred to his bedroom, where he was set down on his bed. "Henry..." Walter crawled on the bed to loom over the other man's body. Henry tried scooting backwards, and kicking him.

"Go away!" His ankle was caught, and he was forced to flip around on his stomach.

Walter smirked and pulled some rope out from his pocket. "It's too bad, for you, that I came prepared for a struggle."

"What are you talking about?" Henry turned the best he could in his position to see what Walter had in his hands. His eyes widen. "Wh-What is that for..? And why did you need to use my shirt to..?"

"I used your shirt, because you were pissing me off. I have this rope, so you won't be struggling so much against me." With that said, he tied both of Henry's ankles to his bottom bed posts.

Henry's eyse widen in alarm. "What are you doing?" He started struggling again. He heard deep chuckling, before he heard his pants rip. Then he stopped. Walter cut the back side of his pants. and is now ripping that new hole open. "What..?"

"Don't worry. You won't be needing those anymore, anyway. Nor will you need these..." He cut a hole in Henry's briefs, before using his thumbs to rip those open as well. He open them wide enough to see what he wanted. "I'm sorry that I had to do that, but I don't want to have to deal with your clothes constantly." He groped Henry with his cold hands.

"Stop!" Henry struggled even harder than he had to before. "No! Oh God, don't! Please!"

"Don't," what, Henry?" Walter asked, as though he didn't know. Henry couldn't help but cry when he heard a zipper being pulled down. "Don't struggle so much, and this won't hurt. In fact, if you relax, it just might feel good!"

"Why does it have to be m-me?" Henry couldn't hide the fear in his voice.

"Because..." Walter paused for a second to kiss Henry's neck. "Because you live here." He started poking around and pushing, but he couldn't get inside. Henry was too tight. He had to pull back and sit on Henry's legs again. He placed his fingers by Henry's mouth. "Suck, if you don't want this to hurt. If you bite, then I'll use my knife instead."

The easier of the two options was obvious. Henry opened his mouth a little, letting the fingers shove their way inside. He didn't actually suck on them, though. He didn't want to humiliate himself any further by giving in.

"I told you to suck on them, unless you want it to hurt? Do you like it dry?"

Henry felt like he was going to throw up. Still, he closed his mouth and started sucking on the cold fingers. He was sure to coat them thoroughly to avoid as much pain as possible. He hated himself to doing this, though. Walter pulled his fingers out, eventually, and instead, stuck them inside of Henry's anus.

Henry pulled on his restraints as much as he could at the strange feeling. It wasn't long before Walter forced two of his fingers in there, then three. He stretched them out to make room for himself. Then he pulled one finger out and started searching around with two.

Henry moaned and arched his back as far as it would go. Walter just hit something that made him see white blotches. He started shaking in pleasure when that one spot was constantly rubbed against.

'No! I can't enjoy this! This... This man... This fucking crazy man who is claiming to be a dead serial killer. Oh God...' Walter slipped his fingers out. Henry sighed in relief. Walter tried pushing in again. "N-No!" Henry's eyes widen when Walter shoved his way in. It hurt too much to scream.

"Your so tight, Henry..." Walter moved Henry's head so he could suck his neck. He sucked hard enough to make a mark. "You're being awfully quiet." He pulled back, and thrusted in again.

"S-Stop... It hurts..." Instead, Walter reached around to jerk Henry off. Henry bit his lip to hold back his moans.

"Does it hurt as much when I do this?"

"St-Sto-op!" Henry yelped when his prostate was hit again, but with more force this time. At this rate, he wasn't going to last long at all. At this point, however, he barely cared. His mind was yelling at him to fight back against the pleasure, but his body didn't want to fight it.

"Scream my name when you cum. Can you do that?" Henry answered with a low moan. Walter chuckled. "Can you even hear me right now?" Oh well, if he didn't. Walter bit Henry's earlobe gently before letting it go.

"Oh my God..." Henry whispered. Just a little more, and he'll explode. Walter must have been able to tell, because he slipped out and sat on the edge of the bed. Henry stared at him in disbelief.

"I want to hear you say that you want it, and I want to hear just how much you want it. If you don't, then I'll just tie something around your boner, finish up, and leave you here like this for me, the next time I come over to "play."

"What?" Henry stared at him with disbelief, and then he stared at Walter's obvious hard-on. "I-I..." He swallowed some of his pride. "I-I... I don't want it, b-but I still need it."

"You "need" it, but you don't want it? I don't think you "need" it. It's not like a prescription pill. You won't die if you don't have me."

"Oh my God..." Henry started moving his body around in discomfort. "Okay! I give in... I want it... God, I want it so badly right now..."

"You want, what, Henry?" Walter didn't care that he was just being an ass at this point.

"Cut that out!" He growled in annoyance. He squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered. Fuck pride. "I want to cum... I don't care how I do it... Just make me cum..."

"Fine..." Walter sighed in slight disappointment. He re-positioned himself and slipped in. It was much easier to do this time. He tried angling himself so he was hitting Henry's prostate most of the time. He figured that he didn't need to touch Henry if he could do that.

Henry was whining and panting on the bed under him. He wished that Walter would just touch him again, but he wouldn't beg for it. He wouldn't even demand it. At this rate, he won't even need it. He arched his back when Walter hit his prostate extra hard, before he finally came. "Why..?" He asked quietly. It took Walter a few more minutes before he was done as well. It almost surprised Henry that a "dead" man could even ejaculate.

"Since you were a good boy, most of the time, I suppose you do deserve to know what you ate." Walter whispered in his ear. Though he cut the shirt so Henry's hands weren't bound anymore. He then grabbed a small garbage can and forced Henry to sit up the best he could. "Do you know who "Richard Braintree" is?"

Henry gasped. "A... A human..?"

Walter chuckled. "A very angry human, but yes, a human. I fed you a human."

Henry's eyes dilated. He may have been forced, but he still ate a... A human... He grabbed the can to throw up in it. Though he figured that he wouldn't be able to eat until Walter killed the next victim. His legs were released once he was done.

"I'll throw this away for you." Walter took the little trash bin. He ran his cold, dry-bloody hand through Henry's hair. "I'll be back soon." He kissed his forehead and left.

Henry curled up on his side. He felt slightly more clean then he did just seconds ago, now that the human meat was gone, but he still ate a human. He ate another human being, and then he was raped.

He screamed until his throat was hoarse and he couldn't scream anymore. He couldn't take this abnormal life he was forced into ever since he rented the apartment. He couldn't even think about anything without going crazy anymore, so he stopped thinking like this...
11121/21121 I'm replaying Silent Hill Downpour, for the Mysteries and other cheevos. I'm doing good on not killing anything so far! =D