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“What is Chance even doing?”
Builderman turned his gaze from the sentry he was constructing to focus on what Shedletsky was currently distracted with. It was Chance, currently fixated on a slot machine as always.
The engineer sighed and refocused his gaze back to screwing in a nut connecting the machine gun and the turret stand together. “C’mon Shedletsky, that’s just what Chance usually does.”
But Shedletsky continues. “I know, but Chance never gambles this long. He’s usually at the slot machines for an hour at most without getting up to do something, but nowadays, he’s been sitting there for two to three hours, practically rotting in that stool.”
“Well, what do you expect me to do about it?” Builderman asks annoyed. The engineer looks up from the sentry turret, looking at Shedletsky.
“I don’t know, I just wanted to point that out to you.” The swordsman answers back, crossing his arms as he observes the gambler’s hyperfixation on the slot machine. “It seems like you tune out what’s happening in the now and ignore what’s happening.”
Builderman’s gaze falters slightly, acknowledging that he has been zoning out with how much distance each survivor has between each other now.
“I mean, yeah….,” Builderman starts, trailing off. “But have you seen how everyone’s been acting?”
Shedletsky nods in agreement. “Yup. Ever since Guest and Chance caught Elliot…,” he looks down at Builderman, making sure to not be too explicit with his words. “…With 1x4, everyone has been acting so uncomfortable. Chance just sits on his all day wasting away at a machine that’s practically useless here, 1337’s been staying in his cabin after every round...”
The engineer, now looking up at the swordsman, notices from the corner of his eye that Chance’s grip on the slot machine’s lever slightly faltered. “But that’s what he always does, Shedletsky!”
“Well it seems like he’s been in his room more than usual!,” Shedletsky whined, annoyed at how Builderman tries to snuff out each attempt at participating in his conversation. “I just wanted to start a conversation, jeez.”
Shedletsky looked back at the gambler from afar with pity. Sure, he disliked seeing how out there Chance and Elliot were with showing their affection to each other. He also hated that each public showcase of affection felt like a secret jab to the duelist. However, it still made Shedletsky sympathetic to the gambler, seeing your partner being fucked by someone that never truly loved them back.
It also made Shedletsky uncomfortable that the person doing those things to the pizza boy was 1x1x1x1, his own creation and an exact carbon copy of him, so Elliot was basically fucking him, but evil. What the fuck.
“It’s a conversation I don’t want any part of.” Builderman responded. “Can you grab me my wrench, Shed?” the engineer pointing to an adjustable wrench just out of his reach. “I need to screw this nut in.”
As if the gambler was spying their conversation and listening in, Chance got up from the slot chair and stormed out, his dirtied dress shoes clacking against the hard floorboards.
Shedletsky and Builderman only stood and gazed at the sudden burst of energy from the gambler, studying his stiff movements and clenched fists. A pang of guilt washed over both of them.
“Shed… I swear sometimes,” The engineer mumbled, grabbing an additional bolt and lining it up to a tapped hole of the sentry. “You need to shut your fucking mouth…”
The duelist ran his hand through his brunette curls as he just stood there, words failing to come out of his mouth. “Eh….”
A piercing silence lingered in the air as the duo stood in silence, only broken up by the cicadas chirping in the dark, dread-inducing distance.
“Well, can you grab my wrench, Shedletsky?”
…
“Fuck yes! Just like that!” Elliot wantonly cried out, the words spilling out through moans and groans as his body was rocked against the headrest of 1x4’s cabin bed. A sheen of sweat coated his body, making his stiff peaks and flat torso glisten under the warm light emanating from the cabin’s only lightbulb.
The healer’s pussy stretched and slightly distended to the length and girth of 1x4’s veiny fuckrod. Each hilt into the pizza boy’s slutty cunt forced the killer’s swollen crown to kiss his velvet cervix, the lewd action making Elliot arch his back and writhe. He subconsciously fought against the shackles chaining his wrists, causing the wooden posts to creak from the pressure of being pulled against.
1x4 grunted, the breathy noise silenced by the slick, depraved symphony of his heavy balls smacking Elliot’s ass as the killer fucked into Elliot’s abused heat with a possessive fervor. “You fucking like that, you whore? Like being claimed like this over and over?”
“Yes! Oh Robloxia, yes!” Elliot moaned, his legs snaking around the killer’s toned hips, a need to draw 1x4 deeper into the clutch of the healer’s tight embrace. The musk of their combined sweat and coppery stench of old blood assaulted the pizza boy’s senses, his brain short-circuiting through the pleasure.
“Of course you are,” The sadist snarled, grabbing and pinching at Elliot’s sweat-slicked nipples, the healer’s breath hitching as he bit back a grunt. “Even after giving you the chance to limp back to those pathetic survivors, you linger, wanting more.”
Elliot can feel his used cunt clench from the killer’s poisoned words, 1x4 taking the action as a sign to continue.
“You want me to treat you like this, don’t you?” 1x4 asks, slowing his brutal, hasty thrusts down to an agonizing crawl.
The healer looked at the hulking killer above him, afraid to answer the gigantic monster. Even when he was being fucked stupid, fucked so hard his eyes rolled back and his tongue lolled out, Elliot couldn’t escape the cruel feeling of guilt that haunted him ever since his first tryst with the beast of a man. The seconds felt like hours between their shared space as the words hung in the night air, the answer practically begging to come out.
“Please… keep fucking me… I don’t want to-” Elliot whines, but before he can finish his sentence, 1x4 reaches his muscled arm out, grabbing the pizza boy’s right hand and leaning in to view Elliot’s delicate features.
“Don’t dodge my question, slut.” 1x4 snarled, making Elliot’s skin prickle. The close proximity of the killer’s face to his made him shiver in anticipation and fear. “Actually, I don’t need to. I can guess for you.”
Elliot whimpered, feeling 1x4’s thrusting slowly resume inside of his tight cavern, his velvet walls catching on the veins and girth of his cock.
“You’re addicted to me,” the killer whispered, the venomous words sending the pizza boy’s spine into an aroused shiver. “Ever since our first encounter, you got hooked on me, like a drug. You crave my dick, don’t you whore? It’s like life support to you, no?”
1x4 slammed back into Elliot, the degradation and brutal thrust making his head spin a million miles per hour as the pizza boy bit back a moan. “Stupid slut. You don’t need to answer, it’s painted all over your face.”
The sadistic killer began fucking into Elliot at a brutal pace once again, ripping a wanton moan from the abused pizza boy. “See? Your actions speak louder than your words, Elliot,” 1x4 spat out, the healer’s name coming out just like all the other names 1x4 regarded him with; A pure tone of disgust. “They only tell me you want more.”
In an instant, the sadistic killer crashed his hot mouth against the pizza boy’s, 1x4’s sinful tongue breaking through the seal of Elliot’s lips and plundering his wet, warm cavern. The healer could feel 1x4’s devilish tongue swirl around his own, small rivulets of shared saliva dripping down his chin as he mewled helplessly against the wet intrusion.
1x4 severed the kiss abruptly, a lonesome string of their shared fluids dripping onto Elliot’s left cheek. “Ngh… you're so messy…” Elliot giggled half-mindedly, biting back a gasp of pleasure from the stimulation in his stretched heat.
“Shut up, whore,” 1x4 snarled. He raised his large hand and smacked Elliot across the face, making the pizza boy gasp in a mix of pain and pleasure. “Don’t forget, I can stop this little tryst we’re having and coat these walls with your blood.”
To Elliot’s dismay, his wet pussy clenched around 1x4’s member at the dark promise, his breath hitching audibly enough for the killer to hear. “Oh, but you’d probably enjoy that, you masochistic slut.” He slammed especially hard on his last word, making Elliot moan loudly.
“Ngh… Sorry… Ah…” The pizza boy keened through moans and gasps of ecstasy. Elliot wanted to argue that he said it half-mindedly, but each cohesive thought was shattered with each swift slam of the killer’s fat cock. It made the pizza boy feel pathetic, how the healer, always restrained and professional, was reduced to a blabbering slut spreading his legs for men that treated him only like a sex doll.
“I’ll make you sorry.” 1x4 spat out, diving back into a sloppy, open-mouth kiss with the healer. The killer sucked on Elliot’s lips, making them swell and redden as the pizza boy melted into the abuse like heated butter.
Elliot moaned against the killer’s mouth, driving 1x4 slightly crazy as he wanted more from the pathetic healer, to see him come undone from his touch, from the brutal fucking he was providing once more.
“Ngh… I’m tired of this, whore,” The killer snarled, hesitantly ripping himself off of Elliot’s swollen lips and claimed mouth. “Time to end this.”
The healer, dazed from the brutal hammering of his cunt and the violent kisses 1x4 provided, was unprepared for what the killer had in store. 1x4 darted his hand down to Elliot’s untouched clit, pinching it with his index and thumb.
“Anghhhhhh! Ohgodohyesohfuckkkkkkk!” The healer shrieked wantonly, his mind short-circuiting completely as Elliot arched his back off the bed and pushing the handcuffs to its limits once again. “Pleasefuckmeohmygodpleasepound andfillmeharderrrrrdaddy!!!”
1x4 could feel himself being spurred on, wanting to inflict as much pleasure on the small, writhing man as he could. He toyed with Elliot’s clit harder, making sure to pinch it with the sharp ends of his nails as he pounded the pizza boy’s cunt with a carnal fervor. The killer drank in the sight of Elliot; the slut’s eyes rolled back and crossed simultaneously, the outline of 1x4’s cock bulging in the healer’s stomach, the way his tongue lolled out, unprotected if 1x4 wanted to swoop back in and claim Elliot’s lovely mouth once more.
The end was nearing, 1x4 could feel it deep in his gut; The coil of pure, unfiltered pleasure tightening and stretching inside of the sadist as he became quickened with his brutal thrusts, increasing in speed as he hit Elliot deep inside his core over and over again.
The killer couldn’t fathom how just a few weeks ago, the healer was cowering in fear from him, running away like a coward when he approached. But now, fear has all but vanquished from the pizza boy, if the look of his fucked-out expression hinted at it, now replaced with a need to be bred by the same killer who instilled that deep terror and fear inside him.
“Come with me,” 1x4 growled, his demand registering through Elliot’s utter bliss. “I want to see you come undone with me, to see you break and shatter.” The killer pulled and tugged at the healer’s clit once more, making Elliot writhe and shake as he was pushed to brink.
“Oughhh, yes! Please make me cum, make me cummmm!” The pizza boy babbled, his walls clenching down on 1x4’s veiny member as he felt himself implode, arching his back as hard as he physically could from the searing ecstasy.
1x4 felt himself follow shortly after, his dick throbbing and pulsing as he hilted himself completely in Elliot’s core, sending load after load rocketing from his cock tip and painting the pizza boy’s velvet walls a stark white. He saw the healer’s stomach bulge and distend slightly, his womb and fucked-out tunnel stuffed to the brim with the killer’s hot, sticky essence.
“Hah…. Fuck….” 1x4 sighed breathily. “I bet…. Your cock addiction is satisfied now…. Right slut?” The killer slumped over Elliot’s limp body, his hands moving to uncuff the pizza boy.
As the cuffs were unchained, Elliot slid himself off of the killer, the sound of unsheathing a wet “pop!” as 1x4’s viscous load leaked out in abundance. The pizza boy rolled to the side from under the killer’s form, getting up to put on his boxers and uniform pants.
1x4 gazed at the pizza boy, noticing his legs visibly shaking as evidence of 1x4’s presence flowed down Elliot’s thighs. The sight of Elliot’s surprisingly plump, golden ass made the killer’s cock twitch slightly, wet and coated with their combined fluids.
“Aw, leaving so soon, pizza boy?” 1x4 asked teasingly, finding his balance on the cold floor as he strides towards the healer.
Elliot seemed unfazed, closing the zipper of his pants as he bent over to reach for his signature, red polo shirt. “Well, you did remind me that the others haven’t seen me, and that they’re probably worried.”
1x4 slammed his hand down on Elliot’s clothed, left cheek, drawing a surprised yelp from the pizza boy. “Cmon, they’re probably fine,” the killer said off-handedly. “And besides…”
The killer leaned into Elliot’s ear, bringing his tone to a dark whisper. “Remember what I said if you ever try to leave me.”
The pizza boy shuddered but stood tall, his confidence unwavering as he fitted the polo shirt under his head and in his torso. Elliot turned to face the sadistic killer, looking up at his crimson eyes that told him he was dead serious.
“I know that. Don’t worry, 1x,” the pizza boy said in a stern tone. “I’m not gonna leave you as you said.” Elliot gazes up at him with a soft, reassuring expression on his face, his hand moving to the killer’s rough cheek with an almost maternal touch to it.
1x4 sighed, his shoulders slumping as turned away, swatting the hand away from his cheek. “Are you sure? I know you have something going on with that gambler.” He snarled, looking back with a bitter tang in his pupils.
Elliot is swiftly reminded of Chance, who was his crush and loyal boyfriend. The pizza boy goes silent for a bit, hastily thinking of an excuse that won’t anger 1x4.
“Um… if I don’t kiss him will you let me go,?” Elliot stutters out. “We never really went anymore farther than kissing, if it makes you feel better.”
1x4 huffed, his back turning away from the healer. Elliot had to think of something quick.
“I’ll make sure not to kiss him anymore! I can distance myself away from him, I’ll-“
Before Elliot could register it, 1x4 closed the distance between them and roughly kissed the pizza boy, shutting him up with the embrace of his hot lips. The killer snaked his hands to Elliot’s ass and cheek, repaying him in intimate contact as he drew the healer in further.
The pizza boy felt himself fall into 1x4’s brutal embrace once again, yearning for the killer’s touch that made Elliot melt in a way that Chance never did. Elliot felt utterly ashamed for thinking like that, knowing that the gambler didn’t deserve to be compared to a sadistic, murderous person like 1x4.
But god, was it so unabashedly true.
1x4 broke away from the kiss like always, seeing how Elliot’s lips became more swollen as he let go of the pizza boy, the healer’s fierce blush coming back in full force.
“You can go, pizza boy,” 1x4 ordered, making Elliot’s spine shiver from how assertive 1x4 was. “But don’t forget who you belong to. I’ll be watching closely.”
The killer’s final words made the pizza boy quiver, as he started walking towards the door of 1x4’s cabin, turning the knob and being greeted with the cold, unforgiving air of the forest.
“Thanks… I guess.” Elliot says, walking through and closing the door shut behind him, limping through the dark, terrifying forest.