The Skinning
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Horror/Thriller › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
7
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Category:
Horror/Thriller › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
5,094
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Part One
Part One
Warning: This entire work of fiction contains graphic sexual acts as well as consensual acts of mutilation. Although the main character is drugged, almost all of the content was negotiated beforehand therefore his consent still holds.
There was blood everywhere by the time Isshin and his guests decided that it was time for desert. The luxurious silk sheets that covered the bed beneath me were soaked with the stuff, and they stuck to my skin as I shifted against it, my heart pounding against my ribcage in a helpless feeling staccato beat.
My pale skin was dyed red with blood with my face getting the worst of it from when I had buried my face in the sheets early on in Isshin’s game. I didn’t want to see more than I had to, and I definitely didn’t want to see the look on my bodyguard’s handsome face with its stern frown lines.
Nida was probably shaking his head with disgust.
Isshin, my client for the night, was covered in blood as well as a few other body fluids that I wasn’t too keen to identify. Most of the blood didn’t belong to me, the other stuff I wasn’t too sure about.
Isshin had hired ten other prostitutes besides me to sate his knives and his hungry guests. They weren’t anywhere near as high-class as me; they probably were teenage runaways that had been picked up in Harajuku that were looking for some quick cash. They got the worst of it, practically being vivisected just so that Isshin and his guests, about thirty-five of Japan’s most powerful men and women ( not including my brothers or any member of our gang), could partake of a feast made almost entirely of human flesh and organs.
Their screams were so loud that it hurt to even imagine what Isshin and his lover/assistant Masa were doing to them, what they would soon be doing to me.
I felt sorry for those boys and girls that were being paid just under 11000 ¥ (about $100 USD) to be taken to the edge of death and back. I knew that most of them wouldn’t make it through the night even with the amount of Stasis that Isshin had injected them with.
I on the other hand got paid more than enough to cover the cost of the medical bills that were sure to come from Isshin’s tender mercies. He was paying me a little bit more than 22 million yen ($ 200,000 USD) just so that he could carve me up like a ham.
A waste of money if you ask me, considering that I was entirely willing to do much worse things for less money.
But Isshin, a member of the Japanese cabinet, wanted to give me a monetary incentive not to blackmail him. (You would not believe how insulted I was when Isshin suggested that I would ever stoop as low as to blackmail one of my clients).
But I didn’t say no to Isshin when he first confronted me. After all, the older man was my type. At five foot ten with broad shoulders and a hint of cruelty in his dark eyes, Isshin was exactly the kind of man that I’d been whoring myself out to for the past five years.
He was dangerous and possibly insane...How could I resist?
How could I not enjoy what was going on around me even as my body was sprayed with blood and the screams of the prostitutes that had once kept me company on the large mattress.
The smell of burning flesh filled the air as did the sound of crackling fat. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Masa hand a plate of meat to a woman in the front row, a member of the Diet and one of the Prime Minister’s closest friends.
In fact, I was surprised that the Prime Minister herself wasn’t in attendance at the party...feast really.
The whores were sliced up before I was; all ten of those young boys and girls were skinned and carved up to be served to Isshin’s guests.
I was to be desert, a desert so rich that none could resist it (According to Isshin at any rate).
Although I wondered exactly what kind of desert could be made with my skin, my flesh, and what little fat that Isshin would manage to skim off of my body.
To be continued...
Warning: This entire work of fiction contains graphic sexual acts as well as consensual acts of mutilation. Although the main character is drugged, almost all of the content was negotiated beforehand therefore his consent still holds.
There was blood everywhere by the time Isshin and his guests decided that it was time for desert. The luxurious silk sheets that covered the bed beneath me were soaked with the stuff, and they stuck to my skin as I shifted against it, my heart pounding against my ribcage in a helpless feeling staccato beat.
My pale skin was dyed red with blood with my face getting the worst of it from when I had buried my face in the sheets early on in Isshin’s game. I didn’t want to see more than I had to, and I definitely didn’t want to see the look on my bodyguard’s handsome face with its stern frown lines.
Nida was probably shaking his head with disgust.
Isshin, my client for the night, was covered in blood as well as a few other body fluids that I wasn’t too keen to identify. Most of the blood didn’t belong to me, the other stuff I wasn’t too sure about.
Isshin had hired ten other prostitutes besides me to sate his knives and his hungry guests. They weren’t anywhere near as high-class as me; they probably were teenage runaways that had been picked up in Harajuku that were looking for some quick cash. They got the worst of it, practically being vivisected just so that Isshin and his guests, about thirty-five of Japan’s most powerful men and women ( not including my brothers or any member of our gang), could partake of a feast made almost entirely of human flesh and organs.
Their screams were so loud that it hurt to even imagine what Isshin and his lover/assistant Masa were doing to them, what they would soon be doing to me.
I felt sorry for those boys and girls that were being paid just under 11000 ¥ (about $100 USD) to be taken to the edge of death and back. I knew that most of them wouldn’t make it through the night even with the amount of Stasis that Isshin had injected them with.
I on the other hand got paid more than enough to cover the cost of the medical bills that were sure to come from Isshin’s tender mercies. He was paying me a little bit more than 22 million yen ($ 200,000 USD) just so that he could carve me up like a ham.
A waste of money if you ask me, considering that I was entirely willing to do much worse things for less money.
But Isshin, a member of the Japanese cabinet, wanted to give me a monetary incentive not to blackmail him. (You would not believe how insulted I was when Isshin suggested that I would ever stoop as low as to blackmail one of my clients).
But I didn’t say no to Isshin when he first confronted me. After all, the older man was my type. At five foot ten with broad shoulders and a hint of cruelty in his dark eyes, Isshin was exactly the kind of man that I’d been whoring myself out to for the past five years.
He was dangerous and possibly insane...How could I resist?
How could I not enjoy what was going on around me even as my body was sprayed with blood and the screams of the prostitutes that had once kept me company on the large mattress.
The smell of burning flesh filled the air as did the sound of crackling fat. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Masa hand a plate of meat to a woman in the front row, a member of the Diet and one of the Prime Minister’s closest friends.
In fact, I was surprised that the Prime Minister herself wasn’t in attendance at the party...feast really.
The whores were sliced up before I was; all ten of those young boys and girls were skinned and carved up to be served to Isshin’s guests.
I was to be desert, a desert so rich that none could resist it (According to Isshin at any rate).
Although I wondered exactly what kind of desert could be made with my skin, my flesh, and what little fat that Isshin would manage to skim off of my body.
To be continued...