The headaches were getting worse and worse. The intervals of peace were getting shorter and shorter and the blinding, knee weakening pain lingered for longer and longer. Isaac felt sick to his stomach and struggled to not retch in his suit. He knew better than to remove his helmet, it wasn't safe here- it wasn't safe anywhere on this God forsaken ship- yet his fingers were already fumbling with its release and the deafening CLANK of his helmet colliding with the metal flooring echoed in the mostly vacant medical wing of the Ishimura.

God, he needed to lie down… Isaac stumbled into the wall face first. The cool paneling was a soothing balm against his feverish skin. His sweat clung to his forehead, making it all the more difficult for Isaac to pull away from the chilly comfort of the wall.

There wasn't much time but Isaac couldn't continue like this. There's a room with an abundance of chairs and beds… He saw it earlier during his first visit to the med wing, when he was searching for Nicole… Even now, as it feels like his skull is about to split in half and his stomach cramps and bile burns the back of his throat, Isaac couldn't stop himself from thinking of her. Was she okay? What if she was hurt? Or worse…? He didn't bother to pick up his helmet, instead Isaac shuffled towards the room he remembered. What was it for? It doesn't matter. He presses both of his palms into his temples in a vain attempt to stave off the pounding headache that had his body nearly revolting against his control.

Fuck- It can't get any worse, can it?

As he opened yet another door, Isaac was greeted with a blood curdling scream that snapped him out of his stupor. He jumps back, shoulders hitting the wall opposite of the open door as he raises his plasma cutter. He expected a necromorph rushing towards him, limbs flailing and frothy saliva and bile dripping from its gaping maw or open guts… But the door closed, leading the screaming and sounds of bumping and scraping to be muffled and they didn't waver in intensity or clearness.

Well… Shit. Now what?!

Isaac's head was foggy and his movements felt heavy and sluggish. He wiped the sweat from his brow and swallowed dryly.

Fuck… Fuck it-

He stepped forward and reopened the door. Quickly, he readjusted his hold on his plasma cutter, preparing for a close quarters fight with a pissed off necromorph- a Slasher, to be exact. But… well… Isaac wasn't expecting to find a necro that was indeed there, only it was secured onto a hospital bed with thick straps of cloth and what looked to be makeshift cuffs made of twisted metal that had been poorly soldered onto the metal poles of the bed.

Well… Isaac wasn't surprised. He was totally numb and he was just so fucking done with this shitty, fucked up ship and that fucking lunatic Mercer. Against his better judgement, Isaac entered the room, keeping his cutter trained on the screaming and flailing Slasher that violently thrashed and bucked against its bindings. Nothing else here…. It didn't have a much in the way of wiggle room; the necromorph was shaking the bed but it was locked in place and only rattled in protest as the creature tried to kick and used the blade-like bones that protruded from it's shoulders to try and pick at the metal that was around its wrists. It bounced off harmlessly and didn't seem to damage the cuffs at all.

The relief that Isaac felt as he collapsed onto a chair was pure bliss. His feet ached. His entire body ached… Already he could feel stiffness setting into his joints and he rested against the back of the chair and allowed his eyes to wander around the room a little.

The only thing he could focus on was that damn necromorph. It was like all the others that he's encountered so far: clothing ripped to shreds, grotesquely deformed all over its body, especially in the face and in the arms and legs… Bizarrely, it wasn't on its back but rather on its stomach. How the hell did Mercer accomplish this? The poor bastard was probably already dead and unchanged when Mercer tied him up like that… It made Isaac grimace. Everything here was so fucked up yet he didn't feel much of anything anymore. Only relief that it wasn't him. His eyes regarded the necromorph's back, almost a little amused that it seemed a little… unblemished, in spite of the deformed arm-like protrusions on its back. As his gaze dropped lower, Isaac felt something in his gut twist into a knot.

Dead, naked bodies didn't bother Isaac anymore. Even the twisted bodies of the necromorphs didn't affect him as they did only hours before, but then again… He didn't get a good look at what was between their legs… Or at least what was between this necromorph's legs. It was probably a man once, judging by what could have once been testes that were just barely visible at the angle in which it laid. Some length of the Slasher's intestines could be seen nearly spilling out of its open chest cavity, the burst skin that was once on its stomach bunched up and barely visible at its sides and between the valley of its thighs. What really got Isaac's attention and sent his mind racing was the thing between the necro's ass cheeks. Instead of there being a typical anus with a small, puckered opening, there was an elongated slit that extended down from the beginning of the hole all the way down to where its sack connected to its body. It was…

Why was he getting up to look more closely? Something didn't feel right… Isaac felt sick again, only this time the fog that he felt creeping up on him now began to weigh more heavily on his mind. His body was heavy but it was also incredibly light, like there was an invisible string that was pulling him along and forcing his arms to raise so he could spread the necro's nearly nonexistent ass cheeks apart as he leaned in to get a better look at the thing's rapidly clenching hole.

It's disgusting.

A discoloured mucus-like substance gushed out of the slit, making it look like some kind of mockery of a woman's sex. The skin on its hips and upper thighs were peeling away, or were stretched to the point of bursting, it would seem. The skin was split and raw looking but there wasn't a drop of blood in sight. Isaac's suit suddenly felt hot and claustrophobic. With a trembling hand, he traced along the raised boundaries of the hole, wondering what it would feel like if he would just-

With a wet SQUELCH, two of his gloved fingers slipped inside of the necromorph with ease. There was no resistance yet Isaac could feel even the slightest of movement from the creature's body and especially the tensing of its muscles. Isaac shoved his fingers in until it reached his knuckles. He scissored his fingers, marveling at how flexible yet tight and textureless insides of the necromorph were. Could it take more? He inserted a third finger, then a fourth, then when Isaac could wiggle and move all of his fingers with room to spare, he worked the rest of his hand inside of the necromorph's cavity.

He's never fisted something before… He's never thought to even try. Something inside of him screamed and wailed, telling him that this was beyond fucked up and that he needs to stop because something is clearly wrong with him if this was something he thought to be an appropriate response to seeing a fucking necromorph tied down onto a fucking hospital bed. But there was a blanket over Isaac's senses that prevented him from really giving a shit. He was incredibly aroused from molesting the helpless Slasher, who's voice had hit a new pitch and who's muscles now clenched and sucked in Isaac's fist in deeper and deeper, until he was nearly up to his elbow in the thing's guts.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck it.

It took genuine effort to yank his arm out of the necromorph's slit. Isaac could actually feel the bed underneath the necromorph's intestines as he pulled out. It's so- The Slasher keened as a rush of thick, sticky fluid followed Isaac's arm out, leaving slimy strands of goo on his hand that left it connected to the quivering hole that continuously winked at him. Inviting him inside…

The throbbing of his member had finally driven him to a breaking point. What Isaac was feeling wasn't normal. It fucking hurt and if he didn't stick it inside of something right fucking now he feels like he's going to fucking die. He's fumbling with his suit, only focusing on getting his rock hard cock out and putting inside that Slasher's tight little cunt. The moment the cool air of the Ishimura hit his dick, Isaac threw himself over the bound necromorph.

The blade-like appendages sticking out of its shoulders provided little to no risk to Isaac. Try as it might, it couldn't attack him from this angle. Or was it trying at all? Isaac didn't give a shit if it was or not. In one motion, he slammed his cock into the necromorph's slit, until his hips were flush with its boney ass.

The Slasher was ice cold on the inside. It actually made Isaac shiver and though it should have made his dick shrivel and shrink, it did nothing to dampen the aching heat that engulfed his lower half. The walls of the necro's insides were incredibly soft and smooth… It wasn't like a vagina and it was nothing like an asshole, either. It was something else entirely… In a way, it was too soft, like Isaac just shoved his dick into something that was rotting from the inside out. Which was pretty accurate to reality. In spite of its softness, the Slasher's walls were firm and held his cock snuggly while still giving way to every thrust of his hips no matter the force, speed or angle in which Isaac pounded into it.

He fucked it so hard that the bed squeaked and creaked loud enough that it nearly drowned out the sounds of slapping skin and his own grunts. The necro's screams and squeals were still the thing that echoed throughout the med wing's halls. It wailed as it clamped down around Isaac's dick, the same mucus-like substance that still coated his arm now gushed around him and splashed onto his suit as the creature's hips bucked and grinded against Isaac's shaft. He almost didn't need to move at all, the Slasher was doing most of the work. But he did, and he grabbed it by the twisted limbs that jutted out of its shoulder and Isaac threw his entire weight into slamming as hard and as fast as he could into the necro's slippery hole as he focused on the spines that stuck out from the back of the thing's neck.

It moved and bristled like it enjoyed being raped-

Suddenly, Isaac felt it coming. It was a throbbing, tingling sensation somewhere behind his balls that grew into a burst of pleasure that had him groaning and nearly collapsing onto the Slasher's crooked spine and surprisingly soft and smooth skin. But his hips didn't stop, if anything the intensity of his thrusts grew more and more wild as he dumped his hot load inside of the necromorph's chest cavity.

F-Fuck…

It was hard to completely stop his hips from bucking, so Isaac instead slowed down until he was merely rolling his hips against the Slasher's ass. He released its bladed limbs and instead planted his hands on either side of its head. It no longer screamed but it wasn't silent either. The necro seemed to whine to itself, or perhaps it was even purring, since Isaac could feel the vibrations all throughout its body, especially around his dick. The Slasher's insides were still freezing cold but Isaac has almost grown used to it. Maybe he was numb or something, or totally fucked in the head, but he wasn't sure if he would be able to stop-

Kendra repeatedly tried to hail Isaac on the radio to no avail. She was already on edge, but now she was freaking the fuck out. Where is he?! The oxygen saturation was tanking and it wouldn't be long before they would suffocate to death! He fucking knew this yet he's not answering his goddamn radio! Kendra can see his vitals were alright, a little elevated but he was in the med wing… So then why?!

"Isaac- GODDAMN IT PICK UP!"

"W-Wha-aaaahh-t is i-it, D-Daniels?!"

She was taken aback. Isaac has been able to remain relatively cool and collected even after being thrown into the devil's asshole and left to fend for himself. Was he injured? He was the only one between them and Hammond that had the know-how and the balls to take care of whatever the fuck was killing them in Food Storage. If he's fucked up, then-

"I-Isaac, I've been trying to reach you for like fifteen minutes! Oxygen isn't looking too good and-"

"F-Fuck-"

Isaac hisses under his breath and Kendra thought she heard something else in the background. Shit, he's in deep-

"L-Look, just get to Food Storage ASAP, Isaac! Keep in touch."

It was a fucking relief that Kendra got off call when she did. Isaac knew he needed to get a move on, but he couldn't pull away from the Slasher. He didn't want to… It felt too good to be inside of it and he was done pretending he wasn't enjoying every second of it.

He didn't need to picture Nicole underneath him to get off. He didn't need to pretend at any point in time that he wasn't fucking a mutilated human corpse. Isaac knew what he was doing and he couldn't fucking stop himself from moaning and watching his cock disappear inside of the necromorph's twitching slit. If he reached around and buried his hand in the Slasher's exposed intestines, he could feel his dick thrusting through its thin yet surprisingly sturdy walls. The added pressure and friction from his hand using the thing's intestines as an impromptu fleshlight felt so good that it had Isaac cumming once more.

Isaac had his hand on the necro's neck. The spines in its neck were sharp but the glove of his suit protected his hand. He stroked his thumb against one of them, gently kneading his other fingers into its neck and shivering as it gargled and squeaked as the tip of his cock brushed against an oddly shaped lump somewhere in its labyrinth of guts. Oh fuck-

There isn't a lot of time… but surely he can go one more round, right? The oxygen situation isn't that bad just yet. There's still time. So then…

"Fuck… J-Just like that… Stay just… l-like… t-tha-aaat-"

He'll go a few more rounds.