This is dark! And there is like zero sexual themes...

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Sorry, I know ,it sux! Lol, I really shouldn't laugh at the beginning of this story… It even killed me a bit writing it…

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Anyway! On with my Halloween tale that will kill the lot of you. (But it has zero to do with Halloween, its just really messed up.)

Pure Torture

Despite all your told we will always be tortured, tortured by pain, tortured by life, and even more so, tortured by others.

He woke in a dark room, hands tied above his head, dark, ragged clothes covering his form, he was just about to shout for reasoning when a hand caught his mouth, a steel, grey blue eye narrowing in amusement. A defiant mumble broke through the hand making a chuckle slice through the silence like a sharpened katana.

"I warned you…" The voice seemed so familiar, but he couldn't place it. The boy squirmed mid-air, the unknown kidnapper suddenly holding up a tool "I told you if you left I would find you... not like you tried to run though..." So familiar yet the teen still didn't have the slightest idea, his nail suddenly being gripped between a pair of tweezers, Robin paled, the hand pulling back with a vengeance, ripping the nail as if it where nothing, along with a layer of skin holding back the blood. The scream seemed to defy the barrier, filling the air, his second finger being attacked. This went on for quite some time, each nail being torn from his form, accompanied with a loud protest, his fingers becoming bare, him panting in exhaustion by the end, not even noticing as a nail gun appeared, he stilled, afraid to breath, but it seemed it didn't matter, as if this man only wanted to torture him, not keep him alive, no, he wasn't after ransom, simply playing for this sick game for pleasure.

He felt the sharp spike forcibly pierced the skin of his thigh, a high screech making itself known. His leg seemed to immediately go into a fit of cramps, feeling as if his muscles where trying to tie together in knots, though no blood fell, being stopped by the unwanted barrier. Still trying to scream he stretched his leg, tense, gritting his teeth, head lolling back, he thought he'd hit a nerve, the pain racking his form causing him to kick at the large shadow in attempt at getting him away, his opposite leg being attacked next, the scream worsening as he bit his lip, trying to escape the pain. His muscles where tense as the other released a mock hum, the hand at his mouth being removed.

"You know, you have a pretty mouth." his cheeks where cupped, made to pucker up at the cruel face. "It does make a lot of noise though… we can fix that." The form turned, soon returning holding another sharp tool, a piece of thread tied to the end, no not thread, a long, black, shiny string, fishing wire? It was a possibility, and he didn't have the time to ask when his lower lip was pierced, making his head shake wildly.

"Bad." His cheeks where clasped tighter, holding firm, the other hand moving the needle run through his flesh. The high sting caused his head to shake more violently, or at least try to, the man's hand holding him still.

"snop! Et ne goo!" He tried, the maniac refusing his wishes, piercing farther into his mouth, the long black wiring pulling through the newly made hole, moving to go through the top. His skin glowed red from irritation, head tilted to allow the man better access, slurred screams exiting the pained form. The man was stitching his lips shut! He realized, feeling the second stitch being made, crossing the first, tears sliding from his unmasked eyes, which were shut tight.

"Aww, don't cry..." He felt his face being released, something wet moving to touch his flesh, Was he... more tears escaped him as he realized the white haired male was kissing him, feeling a tongue intruding him. His mouth was opened slightly by the tongue, ripping his already stitched side, making him whine. Once the kidnapper pull back, he felt his face squished once more, tears heavy now, making the man laugh at his state.

"You've gotten weak while I was away." He knew the voice, but it seemed his mind had left him, thinking going stray.

A small drop of red filled his mouth, the metallic taste surrounding his dilapidated tongue, him having been biting it since the third stitch. Buff hands pulled up, tightening the wire, half his mouth being closed completely, a small whine escaping him despite.

On the, he thought eighth stitch he was unable to breath through his mouth, his panic nearly killing him from lack of oxygen. The cause seemed to notice, taking joy in pinching his nose, watching his struggle for the much needed air, though he didn't want him to die, releasing his nose, tying off the stitching in a neat bow. The pain swelled as his head lie at his chest, breathing as heavily as able, it not being long before the man led his eyes to look deeply into the single grey one, an eye-patch hiding the other. His head was turned to the side, the man seemingly looking him over with a hungry gaze.

A hand moved to his cheek, a knife grazing the petrified flesh, cutting deep lines in the side of his face, a loud stifled sob grew louder, tears rolling from his chin, some mixing with the gashes, causing farther irritation to his wounds. He knew the blood fell now, feeling a heavy stream running down his skin. His everything shook furiously, not even bothering to struggle at this point, body tiered and weak from the involuntary tensing of his muscles.

The knife stopped, a hum sounding as his lolled head was tilted to the side once more, tears slicking his face, making the man tisk.

"You look so sad, my boy, we should fix that as well…" Robin's eyes widened, thinking he was going to tear his cheeks like the Joker's, though what he was planning was far worse. "You have pretty eyes too…" He purred, His victim seeming to find the strength to struggle despite his ragged body, the knife rubbing against his forehead, then lead to his eyes, humming as the knife came to the corner of his victim's eye.

"I warned you…" he whispered, grabbing his face before making the first insertion, the scream being high despite the wiring at his mouth, blood sliding down his face as his bright blue orb was cut, soon being pulled from the socket. The boy's mind felt fuzzy as his second looking-glass was sliced, blood bubbling as it was pulled out at a pain staking pace, a squish being the last thing he'd heard as his vision went black, falling into a deep sleep, a dark chuckle accompanied the squish.

"His GPS tracks him to that shack." Cy said in a deep voice, being the first to exit the car, waving at the small building to the two in the air, Beast Boy having ridden with him. They moved at a high-speed, stopping at the door, the oldest motioning to it.

The rotting wood was forcefully kicked in, all aiming their own defenses, soon noting the limp form. They cringed, it taking them a moment to realize what they where looking at, Beast Boy hurling almost immediately, all, Raven being the exception, broke in that moment, Bea falling to his knees, simply screaming as a sob broke through. Star walking closer to the others despair, mouth agape, chest convulsing at the sight, going into full-fledged panic, tears clouding her vision, no longer able to fly, reaching for the boy.

"F-friend Robin?!" She even stuttered, voice filled to the brim with pain.

A boy, their leader hung from ropes, blood covering his near to white flesh, black stitches covering his lips, two round black holes being where his eyes should've been, blood running from his fingertips, a styled 'S' lying at his cheek, hanging limp. They used to say Robin and Slade where 'So very much alike' but that obviously wasn't true, at least not anymore, they where nothing alike.

"Robin!" The young tamerainian shook his form, gripping the clothe of his shirt. "You can not die! You are my best friend!"

To their surprise the boy stirred, though not by much, head only rising slightly before dropping to his chest once more.

"Robin! Get a blanket!" Raven handed him her cloak instead, that being the closest thing, Star shooting at the ropes, catching their leader in thin hands, though he didn't move, them moving quick to get their leader home, but if he would survive no one knew.

That's my Halloween tale. The scariest part was there was like no sex!

O_o

That's a big deal…

Well please send me snakes to tell me how disturbed you will be forever plz

Xux

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