Warning this detains, Gore murder and something like that yeah idk what to put soooo on to the blog





The Descent into Agony

It was supposed to be an ordinary day, one like any other, but something about the air felt wrong. Jake could sense it—a thick, oppressive weight pressing down on him as he walked through the alley, the shortcut he’d taken a thousand times before. But tonight, the darkness seemed alive, pulsing with an unseen force.

Halfway through the alley, a rustling sound echoed off the walls, and a shadow darted across his path. He stopped dead, his heart hammering in his chest. The alley was silent now, unnervingly so. Jake tried to laugh it off, but his body refused to move. The tension in the air thickened, suffocating him as a strange figure emerged from the shadows—a man, or what appeared to be a man, with eyes too hollow and wide, and a smile that stretched far beyond what should’ve been possible.

Before Jake could react, the figure lunged, slamming him against the grimy brick wall. The impact knocked the breath from his lungs, and the next thing he knew, his arms were pinned above his head, held by something cold and metallic. He looked up in terror to see twisted chains coiling like snakes around his wrists, pulling them tighter against the wall.

His mind raced. Panic set in. He tried to scream, but no sound came out. The figure stood back, watching with that grotesque smile, as if savoring the moment. Then, with a low, guttural chuckle, it withdrew a long, jagged blade from its coat. The blade wasn’t smooth or clean—it was rusty, stained with old blood, and barbed like a saw.

“No... please...” Jake’s voice finally found him, but it was weak, trembling.

The figure said nothing. It moved closer and, without hesitation, drove the blade into Jake’s side. The pain was instant, sharp, and all-consuming. The serrated edge tore through skin and muscle, grinding against bone with a sickening crunch. Jake howled, his body thrashing, but the chains held him firmly in place. Blood poured from the wound, hot and thick, soaking his clothes and pooling at his feet.

But the figure didn’t stop. It twisted the blade cruelly, making sure to drag it upward, slowly, deliberately, tearing his flesh apart in jagged strips. The sound of ripping tissue and the scraping of metal against bone filled the alley, drowning out Jake’s gasps and cries for mercy. His vision blurred with tears and pain, but he was fully conscious—unable to escape the agony that consumed him.

The figure leaned in close, its breath rancid against Jake’s ear. “It’s not over yet,” it hissed, before yanking the blade free with a wet, gory squelch. Jake’s body convulsed, but the real horror had only just begun.

The figure reached into its coat again and pulled out a sharp hook, gleaming under the faint streetlight. Without warning, it jammed the hook into Jake’s abdomen, hooking into his intestines with a sickening pop. With one vicious pull, it began to unravel him, dragging the entrails out of his body like pulling thread from a spool. The pain was unimaginable. Jake felt every inch of his insides tearing loose, the warmth of his organs slithering out, splattering to the ground in a slick, tangled heap.

Blood spilled freely now, gushing from the gaping hole in his torso, mixing with the bile and gore beneath him. His body was failing, shutting down, but somehow he was still alive, forced to endure the unthinkable suffering. His screams had turned to pitiful, ragged gasps, his voice broken from the sheer brutality of it all.

And still, the figure wasn’t done.

Reaching into Jake’s open chest cavity, it grabbed hold of his still-beating heart, fingers digging into the pulsating organ. Jake’s eyes widened in sheer terror as he felt the icy grip closing around his heart, squeezing it tighter and tighter. Each beat became a struggle, as though his very life force was being crushed in that monstrous grip.

With one final, sickening twist, the figure yanked the heart free, tearing it from Jake’s chest. His body went limp, sagging against the chains that held him. The last thing Jake saw before the darkness took him was the figure’s grotesque grin, holding his still-beating heart in its hand, watching as the light faded from his eyes.