If you're on my discord you know what's about to happen.

(Jeez, I sound like an asshole. Basically I just got an urge to write something gory and decided to throw something on here. So... yeah. Trigger warning for gore ahead! Stay safe y'all <3)

>Writing Start

Illus flicked the lights on, grinning as the man she had tied up in a chair opened his eyes.

"Huh...? Where am I?" His voice was quiet, almost 'fuzzy,' for lack of a better term.

"Oh, you won't need to know that for what's going to happen to you," she said, her yellow eyes trained on him.

"Wait... miss Illus?"

She gave a singular nod, satisfaction blooming in her expression as he started shaking in fear.

"I-I'm sorry! I didn't-"

Illus smiled, showing off her clean, sharp teeth. His cries came to a halt. She walked towards him, resting her hand on the cold, solid stone table next to his chair. "No, no, I understand. You simply couldn't pay the price."

"Oh, thank you so much, I promise I'll-"

She clenched her fist, the sharp claw-nails on the ends of her fingers making a grating noise as they left small marks in the stone. "Shut up."

"Huh? But you said that you understood..."

"And I do. But that does not mean that I'll show you mercy, worm." She let out a snarl, her lip curling into a sneer.

His eyes widened as, in a flash of dark magic, an array of weapons appeared on the table. "We c-can talk this through!"

She flashed her hand out, grabbing a drill. There was a cold glint in her eyes. "I don't think so."

"Wait, please, I'll do anything!"

She paused, her expression smoothing out as she let her arm fall to her side, though she was still holding the drill. "Anything...?"

"Y-Yes, please, just let me free!"

The woman fell silent, as if thinking about it.

After about a minute of silence, he started to relax. Maybe... she would show mercy to him.

(This is where the real gore starts so if you are sensitive to that, this is your last chance to click away!)

Suddenly, she was no longer in front of him. She had one hand on his shoulder, gripping it tightly, with the other pressing the drill to his skull.

"If there's one thing I hate more than a deal-breaker, it's a coward. And you, my 'friend', are both of those..."

His eyes widened in terror as he started thrashing around. Illus pulled the drill from his head and instead put it to his thigh, turning it on before he could even register the change in location.

He screamed in agony as the spinning metal tore into his flesh. He continued to thrash in an attempt to escape, but nothing worked. He was trapped, forced to let her do as she wished.

When the drill had reached bone she stopped, powering it down and pulling the bloodied instrument back. He let out one last cry as the drill bit separated from his leg, then fell silent, shaking as tears rolled down his face.

"How disappointing. I would have thought that maybe, this time would be better," said Illus. He had no idea what she meant, and frankly, in that moment, he didn't care. He shuddered in disgust, pain, and horror as blood dripped from the wound.

"Hm... yes, I think we are getting closer," she said to no one as he lost consciousness.

>End Scene

Welp, that satisfied my bloodlust for now. See you all in therapy!