R: 137 / I: 59
froot gets inflated and murdered by the 'cord: the fanfic
"Oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit!" I scream in my mind.
I wake up to a realization that I'm not in my room. I'm tied up on the ground with rope around my arms and legs, and I feel like I've just been in a fight. I'm surrounded by a bunch of people I've never seen before. I've got a pounding headache. What's happening?
"He's awake. Get him in position."
I'm blindfolded and hoisted to my feet. My arms are pulled tightly behind my back, and I'm led through a series of twists and turns. We make so many turns that I lose all sense of direction, even if I could see. The rope is tied so tight that my shoulders feel like they're about to pop out of their sockets, and my wrists and ankles feel like they're about to rub raw.
"Let's get him in position. I'll secure the bindings. Get the chair."
I'm shoved forward. The rope around my hands is untied, then retied to something hard and metallic… oh, it's just the chair leg. At least my shoulders get a momentary break, but the rope is quickly tightened again.
"Where's the camera? This actually looks good."
I hear someone fumbling with what sounds like a bag of tools.
"Found it. Give me a minute."
Someone's setting up a camera. This doesn't sound good.
"Okay, we're good to go. Is he in position? Okay. Let's do this."
I hear a click and the hum of the camera turning on.
"Okay, you know what to do. Don't hold back, and don't let me down."
That voice… wait, no! I was… I was kidnapped by the same Discord that hates the Sharty… No… no, this can't be happening! I'm fucking trapped with these tranny pedophiles! I'm going to be killed by them… This is my living hell.
"You're awake now, aren't you? Emma, set up the damn machine."
"Don't rush me, you nigger!" She screams, slapping my head.
I hear a machine being wheeled closer. I have a sinking feeling about where this is headed.
"Okay, the machine is ready. Just tell me when. Oh, and by the way, we've got your girlfriend over here. Don't worry, she's already dead. That's what you get for fucking her over. Now, time to die, motherfucker!"
I feel a tube forced into my mouth. I try to struggle, but the ropes are holding me firmly in place. The tube goes further and further down my throat, and soon I feel like I'm about to gag.
"Just a bit further…"
Then, it happens. The tube goes all the way through my throat and down into my stomach. It's disgusting.
"There we go. Now, I'm just going to fill the container with some fruit juice. Get it? Froot? Get it?"
"That's actually a pretty good pun. I like that."
"Yeah, well, whatever. Here it goes."
Suddenly, I feel a rush of liquid coming through the tube and going into my stomach. I feel full in seconds. My stomach starts aching, and it feels like my whole body is trying to burst. It feels like the juice is going to explode out of me, but it's not. It's just making me bloated and uncomfortable. My whole body is trembling and shaking as I'm being forced to drink more and more juice. If I wasn't tied up, I would have fallen over. I feel like I'm going to die…
"This is going to be a big one. I can tell. I can tell by the look on his face."
"Yeah, I can see it too. I don't think he can take much more of this. He looks like he's about to pop."
"I hope he pops."
"Oh, he's gonna pop, alright."
I'm being filled to the brim. I feel like I'm about to explode, but they keep forcing more and more juice into me. They're laughing as I writhe and squirm in pain and discomfort. I try to scream, but nothing comes out except a gurgling noise.
"Yeah, he's about to explode. Just look at him. Look at the pain on his face. He's totally about to pop."
I feel a surge of pressure, and I finally can't hold it in any longer. I let out one last moan of pain as my entire stomach explodes. A torrent of juice bursts out of me and all over the floor. I'm so exhausted and weak that I can't even move.
"Holy shit! Did you see that? Did you see how much juice he was holding in? That was fucking crazy! I've never seen anything like it before."
"Yeah, it was a pretty big load."
"Oh, shit, the machine's busted. Damn, now we have to fix this shit. God damn it."
"It's okay, we can just use the backup. It'll take longer, but it'll work."
"Fine. Just make sure you get it right this time. And no more puns."
I'm barely conscious. I'm too weak to even think straight. I can only imagine how I must look to them, since I can't see. My stomach feels empty and hollow, and I'm covered in sticky fruit juice. I just want to shrivel up and die. The tube's still down my throat, and it hurts every time I breathe.
"I'm going to pull the tube out now. You ready?"
I nod. I feel the tube slide slowly out of my throat. It's a horrible, painful feeling, and I can't stop myself from gagging. I'm coughing and spluttering, and my whole body is trembling. My vision is blurry, and everything is spinning.
"Well, that was an impressive display. I'll leave you to die now. Have fun. Bye."
They walk away, and I'm left alone. I'm lying in a pool of my own vomit and juice. I feel like I'm going to pass out, or maybe even die.
"Goodbye, you fucking scum. Enjoy hell."
I hear Kuz's voice. He's telling me to join him in the afterlife. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all…