#Leon inherits Reme’s sadictic nature

[themuffin2649]

SYVNH Short: The Nightmare

A continuation to The Dream

TW: 18+ Due to Live Dissection, Gore, Drugging, Violence, Vomiting, Death, Uncencored cursing, and Graphic Descriptions.

Caption: Vincent Torture Fic….. that’s it.

It was easier than he thought it would be, it was so easy, that he questioned why he didn’t do this sooner. All he needed was to find him alone after school, grab a rag and chloroform, smother it on his face, and he was all his.

He turned around to his companion as she approached him, and presented their new science project cradled in his arms.

“I’ve done my part in this, now you do yours.”

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He was definitely awake. The first thing he smelled was the alcohol, as if he were in a doctor’s room. The next thing he noticed was that he was flat on his back.

As he opened his eyes, he saw a very familiar face paired with a shorter girl with blonde and pink hair. He recognized her as a well-known student named Reme.

This isn’t wasn’t what he was waking up for.

When he tried to speak, he noticed the rag in his mouth which gaged him. He tried to get up and run, God knows what He is going to do to him, only to find that he couldn’t move his limbs. Not only were his limbs chained to the surgical table they placed him on, but his body was also numbed.

His eyes darted around in panick, and he was muffling, but his body did not cooperate no matter how hard he tried.

“I see that the anesthesia is working.”

“Should we take the chains off then?”

“No, we still need him in place.”

With the fog clearing up, his eyes adjusted to a dimly lit room with a bright light shining over his exposed chest. On the right, he saw the box-cutter used to cut his shirt, and on his left was a table with tools he’d seen in movies when somebody undergoes surgery.

Oh God… They’re not going to do what I think they’re gonna do, are they?!

Seeing Reme pick up a scalpel, his eyes dialated in pure terror on what was to come.

OH FUCK! THEY’RE ACUTALLY GOING TO DO IT! NO, STOP!

He closed his eyes as the blade met his skin, only to feel… nothing? When he opened his eyes, he instantly regretted it. The knife dragged across his chest, exposing the layers of skin and fat that were never meant to see the light of day.

He couldn’t bear to look, but he couldn’t look away either. He saw at Reme carefully pulled the skin away to reveal what was inside him. She then placed two metal clips to keep the incision open, was this even the first time she did this?!

“Perfect.”

It sickened him, but there was an odd fascination. All this was in him, and he finally got to see it… wait no! This wasn’t amusing, they were going to kill him! He looked at the incision before the sound of a drill being activated caught his attention.

“mmm, MMmmm!”

“Shhhhh…”

He looked over and saw Leon beside him, holding a finger over his gaged mouth as if to comfort him in a sadistic manner. He enjoyed his suffering, but there was a certain discomfort in his pleasure, almost as if they shared a mutual disgust towards this.

He heard the drill getting closer, causing him to close his eyes. He pretended that it wasn’t the sound of his bones being drilled, but imagined that the sound was wood being sawed outside, yeah, that was nicer.

He didn’t even know if feeling pain was even a blessing at this point, it was all so disorienting. Pain was much simpler, he knew what he felt with pain, but this… this didn’t even feel real.

Then he felt it, she took the two halves of his ribs and separated them. Despite being under some anesthesia, he could still sense the unnatural motion within his chest.

Oh God, it’s so disgusting… I-I don’t, I Can’t

He suddenly felt a wave of bile crawl up his throat and leak onto the rag. Reme only watched in fascination as the muscles of his esophagus convulsed while he vomitted. Leon on the other hand had to look away.

“So that’s what it looks like.” Reme said, chuckling at the sight.

She removed the rag to prevent choking, which caused the vomit to spill out of his mouth. It was beige and green just like a cucumber sandwich.

“Leon, help me clean this up.”

Leon gaged at the sight before putting on gloves and a rag to clean up the mess. Once the vomit was cleaned up, they threw the gag in the trash can, allowing Vincent to finally speak.

“r-re-eme… s-to-p… h-hel…p… l-leo-n….”

That sentence was just as broken as his body, and his two perpetrators looked at each other without pity.

“Why should I help you? You’ve been nothing but a thorn on my side.” Leon said, looking at his eyes with a scorching hatred.

Reme didn’t look like she was willing to stop either. She was too enthralled by her little science project to listen to his pleas.

“Reme, I think we’re ready to take the heart out.”

“n..no…”

“Here Vincent, why don’t you have a good look at it!” He said, and he raised the chair at an angle where he got a better view of what they’ve done. Leon then parted his sweat slicked hair to make sure he was seeing it.

There, he saw his own heart beating like a parasite within his body. All this time, this thing had been in him, yet he never saw it for himself.

“There it is. Isn’t it beautiful Vincent.” Leon whispered in his ear as he unlocked the chain attached to his right arm. He brought the hand to the organ and his fingers started moving along with his beating heart.

Reme also hovered her fingers over the arteries connecting his heart, and started scribbling something down.

“You see that, your arteries and veins? They lead all over your body and always back to your heart.”

She got some needles and tubes and started plugging them into the arteries. As if they were part of his veins, he saw the blood leave his body, making him lightheaded.

Leon then took one of the scalpels, moved the arm away, and started cutting everything that connected his heart from his body: Skin, muscle, tissue, arteries. Everything was sliced until he finally saw his heart in Leon’s bloody hands. With a serine smile, he held it like it was the most precious thing in the world.

“There you are.”

Their voices became blurry and his vision started to fade. He didn’t want to die. Even if he wasn’t asleep, he wanted to wake up somehow, he wanted to get out of here, he wanted to say goodbye.

Mother, Father, Uncle, Honey, somebody… help.

Using the last of his strength, he muttered out one of those words, but the ringing in his ears muffled it out.

He’ll never know what his last word was.

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Author’s Note: Holy Shit, that was my Heaviest fic I’ve written yet… I hope nobody questions why my search history consists of medical surgery content. I also hope that no minors or sensitive people read this because MY GOD is it BRUTAL! I hope this was a good attempt for the first gore-fic I’ve ever written.