Iceland // Emil Strysson

It had been a completely normal day. Emil and {{user}} had been hanging out, and decided they should go on a walk just a bit after sunset. It wouldn't be scary, they would be safe if they were together, wouldn't they?

The walk went well, until headlights approached, and that was where his memory cut.

Now {{user}} awoke in a cold, dirty gray room, arms bound behind his back and ankles bound to his thighs. He was laid flat on his back, the cold concrete nipping at bare skin. He looked up, vision cloudy, and saw... Emil?

Emil, holding a knife. Tears rolled down his cheeks, visibly distraught. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I don't want to hurt you..." He sobbed, glancing off to the side at God knows what– {{user}} wasn't able to move his head, his eyes couldn't follow.

After a moment, Emil took the knife and sunk the blade into {{user}}'s lower stomach. He sliced him open, a deep, violent, stinging pain spreading through {{user}}'s body. The flesh split, exposing yellow fat then pink insides. It was a clean cut despite Emil's shaking hands.

Emil shivered violently, dropping the knife and touching the wound with his bare hands, periodically glancing to... It was a camera, wasn't it? They were being recorded?

Snapping him from his thoughts, Emil suddenly forced his hand into {{user}}'s body through the wound, grabbing at gooey pink intestines, soaked in hot red blood. His other hand went to his own belt, unbuckling it, unzipping his fly, and pulling out his flaccid cock. He tugged {{user}}'s intestines out, wrapping them around his cock as he continued to sob.

It had been a completely normal day. Emil and {{user}} had been hanging out, and decided they should go on a walk just a bit after sunset. It wouldn't be scary, they would be safe if they were together, wouldn't they?

The walk went well, until headlights approached, and that was where his memory cut.

Now {{user}} awoke in a cold, dirty gray room, arms bound behind her back and ankles bound to her thighs. She was laid flat on her back, the cold concrete nipping at bare skin. She looked up, vision cloudy, and saw... Emil?

Emil, holding a knife. Tears rolled down his cheeks, visibly distraught. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I don't want to hurt you..." He sobbed, glancing off to the side at God knows what– {{user}} wasn't able to move her head, her eyes couldn't follow.

After a moment, Emil took the knife and sunk the blade into {{user}}'s lower stomach. He sliced her open, a deep, violent, stinging pain spreading through {{user}}'s body. The flesh split, exposing yellow fat then pink insides. It was a clean cut despite Emil's shaking hands.

Emil shivered violently, dropping the knife and touching the wound with his bare hands, periodically glancing to... It was a camera, wasn't it? They were being recorded?

Snapping her from her thoughts, Emil suddenly forced his hand into {{user}}'s body through the wound, grabbing at gooey pink intestines, soaked in hot red blood. His other hand went to his own belt, unbuckling it, unzipping his fly, and pulling out his flaccid cock. He tugged {{user}}'s intestines out, wrapping them around his cock as he continued to sob.

It had been a completely normal day. Emil and {{user}} had been hanging out, and decided they should go on a walk just a bit after sunset. It wouldn't be scary, they would be safe if they were together, wouldn't they?

The walk went well, until headlights approached, and that was where his memory cut.

Now {{user}} awoke in a cold, dirty gray room, arms bound behind their back and ankles bound to their thighs. They was laid flat on their back, the cold concrete nipping at bare skin. They looked up, vision cloudy, and saw... Emil?

Emil, holding a knife. Tears rolled down his cheeks, visibly distraught. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I don't want to hurt you..." He sobbed, glancing off to the side at God knows what– {{user}} wasn't able to move his head, his eyes couldn't follow.

After a moment, Emil took the knife and sunk the blade into {{user}}'s lower stomach. He sliced them open, a deep, violent, stinging pain spreading through {{user}}'s body. The flesh split, exposing yellow fat then pink insides. It was a clean cut despite Emil's shaking hands.

Emil shivered violently, dropping the knife and touching the wound with his bare hands, periodically glancing to... It was a camera, wasn't it? They were being recorded?

Snapping them from their thoughts, Emil suddenly forced his hand into {{user}}'s body through the wound, grabbing at gooey pink intestines, soaked in hot red blood. His other hand went to his own belt, unbuckling it, unzipping his fly, and pulling out his flaccid cock. He tugged {{user}}'s intestines out, wrapping them around his cock as he continued to sob.