alrighty, here is the next chapter of lost paradise. and just to give everyone a heads up, im going through a really sick and disturbing stage (sicker than usual) so as the story progresses take caution of the following content: slight lemon, molestation, attempted rape, drug use, necrophilia (the act of someone having sex with a corpse, but this wil mainly be brief or offscreen), intense torture sequences and violence. i was thinking 'can i make this even more disturbing than i planned it to be?' and the answer is hell yeah! i will convert everyone to liking this kind of crap (even if its a guilty pleasure). i will admit that this will be my most perverted and sick story ever so yay! now please enjoy =3
Lost Paradise
Chapter 10
Kouichi glanced over at the clock again. By now Jasmine had been gone for nearly twenty minutes. He would've expected her to be gone for ten, maybe fifteen minutes tops. The fact that she hadn't returned by now gave him a slight clench in the pit of his stomach.
"Where the hell is she?" He muttered.
With a sigh, he heaved himself off the bed and pulled his jeans on. He tugged his shirt over his head and tiredly put his shoes on.
"Probably got lost," he said to himself. "Well, I better go find her."
Kouichi slipped the room key into his pocket, then made his way out the door. He walked down the hallway, heading in the direction of the main lobby. Jasmine probably went in this way, he thought to himself.
He turned down one of the corriders, then double backed after realizing that it only led to more rooms. After about two minutes of wandering, he came up to the same exact hallway that Jasmine had taken. The short-haired twin walked all the way down, only to discover the dead end.
"Where the fuck is she?" He quietly asked aloud.
Kouichi turned around to leave the corrider, then noticed a door on his right. It was cracked open, and something lay on the floor beside it.
"What's that?"
He leaned down and picked it up, immediately recognizing it as Jasmine's room key.
"Shit." He slowly creaked the door open, peering down into the darkness within. "Jasmine?"
He heard nothing, and his heart skipped a beat. Kouichi had a bad feeling about the room, but brushed it off a moment later. He had to find Jasmine, no matter what.
Kouichi flicked a switch on, revealing the wooden staircase.
"Jaz?" He called down.
After a brief hesitation, he cautiously descended the steps. They groaned in protest as he went further down. He looked around at the filthy room, noticing the dust and broken bits of wood scattered around.
"Jasmine?"
Kouichi turned to his left, which led into a corrider. The corrider contained six rooms, three on the right, and three more on the left. One of the rusted doors caught his attention, however, as it was slightly ajar. His heartbeat quickened and he nervously walked up to the door, a feeling of dread overcoming him. He waited another second to gather his wits, then finally pulled the door open completely.
"Jasmine!"
His girlfriend was laying on a metal table, her discarded panties on the floor. Kouichi rushed over in horror and went to lift her head up. He immediately withdrew his hand though, as the leftover acid burned it.
"Fuck!" He shouted, wiping it on his pant leg. "Jasmine!"
The blood on her face had been wiped away, but the melted hole in the back of her neck was clearly evident. Kouichi knew that she was dead by the severity of the wound. He let out a choked sob, holding her face in his hands. Tears coursed down his face and dripped softly onto hers.
"Jasmine...." He leaned down to kiss her cold lips softly.
Kouichi pulled away a few seconds later, overcome by a mixture of horror, grief, and anger.
"Who the fuck did this?!" He cried out.
"I did," a sinister voice whispered.
Kouichi whirled around, only to feel a fist drive into his cheek. He quickly recovered and returned the blow, sending Ichigo backwards.
"You sick fuck!" Kouichi jumped onto Ichigo, pummeling his face as hard as he could. "I'll fucking kill you!"
He suddenly felt a long, steel object slam into the back of his head. While the force of it hadn't knocked him out, it made his head ring in pain. He fell away from Ichigo, holding onto his throbbing head.
"Grab him!" He heard Ichigo command.
Kouichi felt someone roughly grab onto him from behind and begin to drag him over to a chair. He tried to pull away, but Ichigo hit him across the face to make him even more disoriented.
Ichigo strapped his wrists to the arms of the chair, then smirked at John. "About fucking time you got here."
John rolled his eyes. "Well excuse me. I was busy."
"Yeah, busy wacking off to your Hustler magazines," Ichigo replied with a snort.
"Screw you," John muttered.
Kouichi groaned, waiting for the pain to subside. "The fuck is going on?"
A moment later, Mileena entered the room. "Oh, goody. Now I get to play."
"He's all yours," Ichigo told her, making his way to the door. "See ya later."
Mileena smiled. "Thank you."
Ichigo nodded and left the room, John close behind. However, John turned around and heaved Jasmine's corpse over his shoulder.
"Wait! What are you doing with her?!" Kouichi bellowed.
John glanced over at him and smirked. "Don't you worry about it. I don't think your little girlfriend is going to care what I do with her."
With that, he slammed the door shut, leaving Kouichi alone with Mileena.
"Let me go, you crazy bitch!" He hissed at Mileena.
The girl frowned and slapped him across the face. "I don't appreciate that tone."
"Well maybe you'll appreciate this. Fuck you!" Kouichi gave her the finger.
Mileena smirked and crouched down in front of him. "Now....what can I do with you?"
"You can let me the fuck go! That's what you can do!" Kouichi shouted.
"No, I don't think I can do that. However, I can do this....." Her voice trailed off and she proceeded to unzip his jeans.
Kouichi's sapphire eyes widened. "Hey! Don't fucking touch me!"
Mileena ignored him and slipped her hand inside. Kouichi tensed as she slowly rubbed her hand against his boxer-covered groin, feeling her fingers caress him through the thin fabric. He gritted his teeth and tried to move away from her touch.
"Stop it!" He yelled.
Mileena gave him a squeeze, then withdrew her hand. A moment later, she walked over to a tall, steel table. She seemed to be thinking, for her violet eyes were narrowed in concentration.
"Would you let me go already?! Get me the fuck outta here!" Kouichi screamed.
Just then, the door opened and Ichigo stepped inside.
"What are you doing here?" Mileena asked.
"I think I'd rather watch you deal with this guy, instead of watching John screwing the dead chick," he replied.
"What?!" Kouichi's eyes nearly bulged out. "He's fucking my girlfriend?!"
Mileena laughed. "Sweetie, she ain't your girlfriend anymore."
Ichigo chuckled also. "Well, if he wants sloppy seconds, he can have her. I just don't feel like watching his nasty, crusty ass....."
"You sick fucks!" Kouichi growled. "I swear to god, I'll-"
"You'll what?" Ichigo challenged. "Kill me? Kill all of us? Yeah, good fucking luck."
Mileena made her way over to Kouichi, and placed a metal cap over his head. She fastened a leather strap below his chin and secured it in place. The cap resembled a bowl, and had a knob on the side.
"What are you gonna do with this?" Kouichi mocked. "Make me contact the aliens? Stupid fuck."
"Oh, you don't have to do anything. I'll be doing the work, so you can just sit back and relax," she replied.
With that, she began to turn the rusty knob. Kouichi went silent, his face growing pale.
"What is this thing?" He asked.
"Oh, this? This is what I like to call the Head Crusher," she told him nonchalantly.
"The what?!"
Mileena smiled. "The Head Crusher. It was very popular in the olden days, and was a very effective torture method. It's name tells you what it does."
"Fuck!" Kouichi tried to break free of his restraints, only to find it futile. "Please! Let me go!"
Mileena ignored him and continued to turn the knob. The raven-haired boy felt the cap tightening quickly, and his head began to throb.
"Please!" He cried out.
"Well....okay...." Mileena let go of the knob and knelt in front of him once again. "I'll just do something else in the meantime."
Kouichi groaned as she slid her hand back into the opening of his jeans. He was in too much misery to notice that she had pulled a switchblade out of her pocket. Before he knew it, she had plunged it deep into his stomach. He screamed, feeling her slice though his flesh.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" He screeched.
Mileena didn't reply, instead directing her attention to Ichigo. "You may begin."
Without a word, Ichigo took Mileena's place in turning the crank on the cap. Between the knife biting through his stomach and the cap gradually getting tighter, Kouichi's screams of agony became louder.
The girl rubbed his crotch with one hand, hacking away into his body with the other. She moved the blade around randomly, digging in deeper by the second. Kouichi could feel his skull tightening and could almost hear it beginning to crush.
Mileena stopped groping him long enough to pull a metal bucket over. Kouichi watched in horror as she began to extract his organs slowly. She popped one of his kidneys out, dropping it into the bucket.
Kouichi yelled, blood pouring out of his abdomen. He could feel it starting to leak out of his ears and nose as well.
"Help me!" He cried out.
Ichigo tightened the cap even more, this time so much that Kouichi couldn't even speak. His teeth began to crush and crumble inside his mouth.
Mileena continued to pull his out his vital organs out, going so far as to take a bite out of his liver. Had Kouichi not been in so much pain, he would've felt the urge to vomit. Ichigo turned the knob even more, completely shattering Kouichi's teeth from the pressure. Kouichi felt as though his head was about to explode and he let out a muffled scream.
"It's okay," Mileena said to Ichigo. "You can go ahead and do it."
The pierced man smiled and cranked it several times quickly. Kouichi's eyes popped out of their sockets and fell into his lap, blood pouring out of his empty eye holes. He shuddered, then felt his skull cave in, sending shards of it embed itself into his brain. Seconds later, he stopped moving and slumped over slightly in the chair.
Mileena, who was covered in his blood, smiled as she took out his remaining kidney. She dropped it into the bucket and gave his cock one last squeeze before pulling her hand out.
Ichigo bent over and picked up Kouichi's eyeballs. He looked at them, staring into them intently. A moment later, he popped one into his mouth and put the other one into the bucket. He crunched down, feeling it explode into his mouth with its thick liquid.
"Love using this thing," Mileena said as she unfastened the cap from Kouichi's crushed head. "Never gets old."
yeah, poor kouichi is dead....and got molested...but now hes with his girlfriend in death, so yeah! at least its good on that part. still a sucky way to die though...anyway i hoped you guys liked the chapter and enjoyed the bloodshed. next chapter is coming soon. and yes i am sick! mwahahaha! i decided to go old school and used a classic, therefore choosing the head crusher to kill someone.