Arthur's turn-3
Pain sliced up Arthur's leg, ripping his pants and digging deep into his soft, milky flesh and stopped only just below his groin. Fighting not to whimper, not to scream out from the icy tendrils that wrapped around his leg and threatened to tear the flesh off –refusing to show his attacker the agony he created, Arthur desperately tried to think of who on earth would do such a thing to him. To anyone. Feeling himself being straddled, bile rose in Arthur's throat, unable to not shrink under the feeling of the body on top of him, lightly gripping his hips with their knees. Whoever it was, they were strong… to have successfully reduced Arthur to such a pitiful mass of terrified scum.
A hand struck against Arthur's cheek, the back of it causing a red mark to appear immediately, and most definitely a future, very attractive blue bruise. Head rocking to the side, Arthur started to hyperventilate. Unable to see what was happening in the pitch black, he could only imagine the worse.
Ripping his pants the rest of the way, the assailant fingered Arthur's penis, chuckling as a pained and terrified squeak emitted from Arthur's lips. Wanting to completely shatter the younger, the man smothered Arthur's lips with his own, despite his personal disgust at the measure, moving his lips against the surprisingly soft ones under him. The man jabbed his fingers into Arthur's eyes with no warning. Arthur's scream was surprisingly loud and shrill, but the attacker didn't worry, it wasn't as though anyone else could hear. Fingers in deeper than he previously thought possible, the figure experimentally wriggled them about, feeling deep satisfaction as pained moans escaped from Arthur, who had now, finally, given up on holding back.
Blood coating Arthur's face, mixed with a few chunks of white eyeball, the unknown man almost wished he had a camera to snap a picture of the destroyed man in front of him. Display it on his mantle piece, maybe.
Hooking one of Arthur's legs over his shoulder, he positioned himself, and rammed his sword up through Arthur's entrance, tearing easily through the delicate flesh, blood poured out. Wet with blood the sword sliced through Arthur's body, right up through his gut and faeces and slimy, dark red gore washed out with the blood as Arthur screamed and screamed and screamed to the holy heavens, to make it stop! To make it stop!