In order to celebrate HETALIA'S anime adaptation. AXIS POWERS HETALIA KINK MEME
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Immediately I can feel it.
The coldness, I mean.
Which is strange in and of itself.
Because in reality, it's not even all that chilly.
But the atmosphere in the room is so cold. Cold right down to the bones. To the point where everything is frosty and foggy. So it doesn't even seem like you're anywhere. You feel like...you're floating. In a sea of nothingness. Completely blank. Not that that's a bad thing. Sometimes, I prefer to just close my eyes, forget about everything, and vanish into the fog, unseen and unheard. At times, its much more preferable to the reality of what I must face.
But this time, I know I'm not going to be spared that easily. The fog is there, but I feel like I cannot drown into it. Instead, it feels like some inexplicable force is pulling me out of the fog, denying me the release I so desire. Squeezing my eyes shut doesn't help either. That haunting stare is omnipresent, ubiquitous.
They are always watching me.I open my ( ... )
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I release a cry of frustration, unable to stifle my moans and screams of agony any longer. I cry out again, unable to do anything to stop this. This sick, disgusting routine. This abuse that scars physically and mentally. He has entered into me, and I cringe and writhe because he's so fucking enormous, but I bite back my screams.
I do not resist.
I never do.
"Ohhh, Liet~" he croons somewhere next to my earlobe. "Won't you moan for me? Why are you holding baack~?"
The sing-song voice, laced with poison and swaying ominously in a manner reminiscent of a pendulum, sends rock-hard vibrations down my spine, as he begins to gnaw in an almost feral manner at my shoulder blade, adding yet another mark to my collection of battle scars, my shameful 'medals of honor'. And before I know it, I'm moaning and screaming and panting, telling him 'don't stop!' and 'd-do it harder!' And all the while, somewhere deep in the back of my mind, I know that some day, I'll surely go insane, being at the tyranny of this man, this feral ( ... )
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"T-The blood! Do you not see it!? W-Why won't it wash away?"
The blank whiteness of the eyes won't leave me alone.
Blanks stares and expressions, and words of pity, but no words say what I want to hear.
I feel the pounding as he pushes into me again and again and again and I feel the tearing, feel the blood, and no matter how many times I feel it, it still hurts. It still hurts.
"H-How can you not see it!? I-It's there! Dripping! Red. Coppery. Hurts."
It still hurts.
"Your scars?"
Blood.
Tears.
"I'm d-drowning...in my own blood. S-Save me, h-help me, p-please!"
Drip. Drip. Drip.
"But there's nothing...there..."
Blood, fear, pain. It's all the same.
Can't stop the tearing.
"Are you okay, Liet?"
"...nngh...d-don't stop..."
I am Liet.
Yes. No. No. No. No.
She sells sea shells by the seashore.
Blindness. How I wish I had it.
"Go back to bed, Liet, you're having a nightmare."
Can't stop the tears.
Can't stop. Can't.
"N-No, NO! No, please. Please. Please." Don't not see this.
Am I a seashell ( ... )
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Anyhow, it was really good!
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And wow, I'm so glad that it turned out okay! This is the first time I've tried writing anything like this, so I'm glad the end result didn't totally suck!
Glad you guys liked it :]
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W-Wow, thanks! Glad you liked it!
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Incredibly beautiful in all it's twisted-ness. Wonderful job, anon!
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