Apr. 27th, 2025 16:26
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overmoreficsIt did not matter what Aesop did, the hunter would not stop.
One of them being fixated on a survivor was not a new thing. These games created an atmosphere where tension would arise within anyone who had even a slightest dislike or sudden fit of rage for whatever reason, resulting in hunters purposely targeting survivors until they were satisfied. This went on for weeks, sometimes even months.
But whatever Joseph had on his mind was not that. His obsession with the embalmer was different, and that was shown outside of games too.
Aesop was crawling on the ground, hoping to maybe come up by the dungeon. Two people had already escaped, one was chaired. It didn’t matter if this was a tie or a win since one was already secured, but considering Joseph was the hunter, Aesop would rather avoid any encounter with him, especially in this situation. All alone, with no one to interrupt them, it would be impossible for him to escape quickly.
With his heartbeat quickening up, he knew it was too late now. He was on the wrong side of the area anyway, there was nothing else he could do.
“There you are. Thought you could run away?”
It was always like this. Not putting him on the chair, making him heal himself and then use his coffin on himself while he dealt with everyone else, always making sure he was the one left last, regardless of the outcome of the match. What he’d decide to do varied every time, it was a wild card. Aesop could never predict his actions, no matter how much he tried to.
The photographer kneeled down next to him, grabbing Aesop by his face. “You have been awfully quiet lately. Not even wanting to look at him in the halls when I go look for you. Have you gotten bored?”
“I was never interested in the first place. You’re the one who keeps forcing yourself into my space,” he mumbled through his mask, his jaw hurting from Joseph’s grip.
“What do you even get out of this?”
“Is pleasure not the answer?”
He could hardly call whatever he was doing pleasurable, at least from his perspective. In the end, Aesop was the one always getting the worst treatment. At least most of it was during matches and in the halls and had not yet attempted to get into his room.
“You are one unique man, Aesop.I have yet to see everything you have to offer me. And I won’t stop until I get what I want.
Whatever this ‘relationship’ was to him, Aesop did not want to partake in it anymore than necessary, which was just here. He was just waiting for him to rise that sword of his and stab him so that they could get over this.
As if Joseph read his mind, the sword was raised, but he had yet to use it. Instead, he observed him one more time, the hand that was holding his face finally letting go. Aesop thought it might finally be over, but the hand then slid down to his chest, pushing hard on him. It was painful, but not enough to make him audible.
“So obsessed with death… You are one of a kind.”
There weren’t any other words from them on, as the sword that had been waiting for its use finally took action.
Right underneath his neck, it pierced through him as if it were nothing. Aesop flinched, his body giving the reaction, even if he knew he would not die from this. It will just send him back to his room, and he’ll be in pain for a while, this was nothing new to anyone participating in these games
Blood splattered out of the wound, covering his face and the rest of his body. It seems as if this was done on purpose, so that he didn’t die right away, but to go out slowly. Nothing unexpected of Joseph, considering how much he liked to play with him like this, forcefully fucking him into the ground while bleeding him out slowly. This time it seemed that he only wanted to watch him suffer with pain, as the other didn’t move from his spot, now watching him from above, slowly but surely waiting form him to be finished.
As his consciousness started disappearing, he could see a smile on the photographer’s face, as if he had something planned.
Aesop woke up in pain as he assumed he would. His chest was hurting, it would be like that for a bit, he’d just have to deal with it, as much as he didn’t like that. His head was spinning, he’d probably need to get some water.
As he got up, he noticed something was wrong.
Something was on the chair. A coat, it was not his. Someone had come while he was still asleep. The process of survivors getting back from something like this took an hour or two, but they would always be asleep for some time before waking up. It was already dark in the room, meaning it was night, and the person must’ve come in right around the time his return was done.
To observe the coat more, he walked to the chair, hoping the material would give the person away. He couldn’t see much but the shape in the dark, so this would help narrow it down at least a bit.
In no time, as he was about to check it, someone had covered his eyes.
“So naive.”
Truly, he was. He should’ve suspected Joseph, yet that was not on his mind in the slightest. Maybe because he’d never consider him someone to break into rooms.
“You broke into-”
“Oh, no, I did not. You can thank your friends for letting me in by leaving the doors open when they came to check up on you.”
Emily always did checkups on everyone once they were back. She must’ve seen him asleep and then forgotten to close the door properly, leaving to this. Or he was just lying.
“You’re just making things up.”
The other chuckled. “I am not.” He wasn’t very convincing there.
Aesop was then dragged back to the bed, the hunter pushing him down. With both his head and body hunting, he wasn’t capable of effectively getting him off himself, regardless of what the other planned to do to him.
“Praying on the weak I see.”
“Your sarcastic remarks won’t help you much.” The other still stood, not yet doing whatever was on his mind with Aesop. Prolonging it or just trying to push fear into him, whatever the reason was it wasn’t working at least for now. Aesop was not an easily scared person, this was just an annoyance more than anything, at least for now.
“You resist, look away, fight it. Every time.”
“I think resiting you forcing yourself onto me is a normal reaction that every other survivor would have.”
To that, the hunter kicked his legs, resulting in a quiet grunt from Aesop. Was this really what touched a nerve?
“You’re too stubborn for your own good.”
What was he trying to get at?
“It’s what gets you in a situation like this. Imagine, if you were just accepting right from the start, we wouldn’t even be here, doing this. You just have to make everything difficult Aesop.”
Joseph just then climbed the bed, but instead of undressing him or himself, he once again grabbed Aesop’s face.
“If I can’t get you to just accept it, I will have to force you.”
Aesop huffed. “You can’t keep me locked in forever.”
“Unfortunately for you, I can and I will. I won’t let go of you until you submit.”
Until now, this was always just a game of going in circles, something Aesop was able to handle to a degree, even if he wasn’t fond of it. If Joseph was serious with what he said, that means that this game of his will soon come to an end, and Aesop won’t be the winner.
His cold, stoic posture was broken then and there, for only a second. And that was enough for Joseph to notice it.
“It seems I have taken the correct approach.”
“Asshole.”
He moved his finger across Aesop’s face, pulling down his mask with it. The hunter leaned down, forcefully kissing him, much to Aesop’s protests of trying to trash around with his wounded body.
“It’s now just a matter of time. How long do you think you will last, hm? I give it two days. You look strong, but are you really? You’re already struggling every time after you reach one orgasm, I don’t think this will be hard for me.”
Aesop gave no answer, his eyes closing.
He truly got himself in a situation with no way out as a victor. If Joseph managed to keep the situation at hand, there would be horrible consequences for him once this was over.
“All of this would’ve been avoided if you just surrendered yourself to me. Though it’s still not too late for that. What do you say?”
What to say? Aesop has no idea. Regardless of what he said, Joseph was still so obsessed with him to an unhealthy degree, however this ended it would not be good for him.
He opened his eyes, looking up at Joseph. His piercing blue eyes looked down on his grey ones, waiting for an answer. Aesop didn’t know what to deliver, what to say.
Finally, he spoke.
“Take me.”
Whatever happened from here on out was out of his control.
One of them being fixated on a survivor was not a new thing. These games created an atmosphere where tension would arise within anyone who had even a slightest dislike or sudden fit of rage for whatever reason, resulting in hunters purposely targeting survivors until they were satisfied. This went on for weeks, sometimes even months.
But whatever Joseph had on his mind was not that. His obsession with the embalmer was different, and that was shown outside of games too.
Aesop was crawling on the ground, hoping to maybe come up by the dungeon. Two people had already escaped, one was chaired. It didn’t matter if this was a tie or a win since one was already secured, but considering Joseph was the hunter, Aesop would rather avoid any encounter with him, especially in this situation. All alone, with no one to interrupt them, it would be impossible for him to escape quickly.
With his heartbeat quickening up, he knew it was too late now. He was on the wrong side of the area anyway, there was nothing else he could do.
“There you are. Thought you could run away?”
It was always like this. Not putting him on the chair, making him heal himself and then use his coffin on himself while he dealt with everyone else, always making sure he was the one left last, regardless of the outcome of the match. What he’d decide to do varied every time, it was a wild card. Aesop could never predict his actions, no matter how much he tried to.
The photographer kneeled down next to him, grabbing Aesop by his face. “You have been awfully quiet lately. Not even wanting to look at him in the halls when I go look for you. Have you gotten bored?”
“I was never interested in the first place. You’re the one who keeps forcing yourself into my space,” he mumbled through his mask, his jaw hurting from Joseph’s grip.
“What do you even get out of this?”
“Is pleasure not the answer?”
He could hardly call whatever he was doing pleasurable, at least from his perspective. In the end, Aesop was the one always getting the worst treatment. At least most of it was during matches and in the halls and had not yet attempted to get into his room.
“You are one unique man, Aesop.I have yet to see everything you have to offer me. And I won’t stop until I get what I want.
Whatever this ‘relationship’ was to him, Aesop did not want to partake in it anymore than necessary, which was just here. He was just waiting for him to rise that sword of his and stab him so that they could get over this.
As if Joseph read his mind, the sword was raised, but he had yet to use it. Instead, he observed him one more time, the hand that was holding his face finally letting go. Aesop thought it might finally be over, but the hand then slid down to his chest, pushing hard on him. It was painful, but not enough to make him audible.
“So obsessed with death… You are one of a kind.”
There weren’t any other words from them on, as the sword that had been waiting for its use finally took action.
Right underneath his neck, it pierced through him as if it were nothing. Aesop flinched, his body giving the reaction, even if he knew he would not die from this. It will just send him back to his room, and he’ll be in pain for a while, this was nothing new to anyone participating in these games
Blood splattered out of the wound, covering his face and the rest of his body. It seems as if this was done on purpose, so that he didn’t die right away, but to go out slowly. Nothing unexpected of Joseph, considering how much he liked to play with him like this, forcefully fucking him into the ground while bleeding him out slowly. This time it seemed that he only wanted to watch him suffer with pain, as the other didn’t move from his spot, now watching him from above, slowly but surely waiting form him to be finished.
As his consciousness started disappearing, he could see a smile on the photographer’s face, as if he had something planned.
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Aesop woke up in pain as he assumed he would. His chest was hurting, it would be like that for a bit, he’d just have to deal with it, as much as he didn’t like that. His head was spinning, he’d probably need to get some water.
As he got up, he noticed something was wrong.
Something was on the chair. A coat, it was not his. Someone had come while he was still asleep. The process of survivors getting back from something like this took an hour or two, but they would always be asleep for some time before waking up. It was already dark in the room, meaning it was night, and the person must’ve come in right around the time his return was done.
To observe the coat more, he walked to the chair, hoping the material would give the person away. He couldn’t see much but the shape in the dark, so this would help narrow it down at least a bit.
In no time, as he was about to check it, someone had covered his eyes.
“So naive.”
Truly, he was. He should’ve suspected Joseph, yet that was not on his mind in the slightest. Maybe because he’d never consider him someone to break into rooms.
“You broke into-”
“Oh, no, I did not. You can thank your friends for letting me in by leaving the doors open when they came to check up on you.”
Emily always did checkups on everyone once they were back. She must’ve seen him asleep and then forgotten to close the door properly, leaving to this. Or he was just lying.
“You’re just making things up.”
The other chuckled. “I am not.” He wasn’t very convincing there.
Aesop was then dragged back to the bed, the hunter pushing him down. With both his head and body hunting, he wasn’t capable of effectively getting him off himself, regardless of what the other planned to do to him.
“Praying on the weak I see.”
“Your sarcastic remarks won’t help you much.” The other still stood, not yet doing whatever was on his mind with Aesop. Prolonging it or just trying to push fear into him, whatever the reason was it wasn’t working at least for now. Aesop was not an easily scared person, this was just an annoyance more than anything, at least for now.
“You resist, look away, fight it. Every time.”
“I think resiting you forcing yourself onto me is a normal reaction that every other survivor would have.”
To that, the hunter kicked his legs, resulting in a quiet grunt from Aesop. Was this really what touched a nerve?
“You’re too stubborn for your own good.”
What was he trying to get at?
“It’s what gets you in a situation like this. Imagine, if you were just accepting right from the start, we wouldn’t even be here, doing this. You just have to make everything difficult Aesop.”
Joseph just then climbed the bed, but instead of undressing him or himself, he once again grabbed Aesop’s face.
“If I can’t get you to just accept it, I will have to force you.”
Aesop huffed. “You can’t keep me locked in forever.”
“Unfortunately for you, I can and I will. I won’t let go of you until you submit.”
Until now, this was always just a game of going in circles, something Aesop was able to handle to a degree, even if he wasn’t fond of it. If Joseph was serious with what he said, that means that this game of his will soon come to an end, and Aesop won’t be the winner.
His cold, stoic posture was broken then and there, for only a second. And that was enough for Joseph to notice it.
“It seems I have taken the correct approach.”
“Asshole.”
He moved his finger across Aesop’s face, pulling down his mask with it. The hunter leaned down, forcefully kissing him, much to Aesop’s protests of trying to trash around with his wounded body.
“It’s now just a matter of time. How long do you think you will last, hm? I give it two days. You look strong, but are you really? You’re already struggling every time after you reach one orgasm, I don’t think this will be hard for me.”
Aesop gave no answer, his eyes closing.
He truly got himself in a situation with no way out as a victor. If Joseph managed to keep the situation at hand, there would be horrible consequences for him once this was over.
“All of this would’ve been avoided if you just surrendered yourself to me. Though it’s still not too late for that. What do you say?”
What to say? Aesop has no idea. Regardless of what he said, Joseph was still so obsessed with him to an unhealthy degree, however this ended it would not be good for him.
He opened his eyes, looking up at Joseph. His piercing blue eyes looked down on his grey ones, waiting for an answer. Aesop didn’t know what to deliver, what to say.
Finally, he spoke.
“Take me.”
Whatever happened from here on out was out of his control.
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