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I got hired by a very kinky individual who let me use my inspiration for a dark commission. I hope you all kinky people enjoy this! Feel free to let me know if you ‘enjoy’ this a lot. Always a pleasure to hear~", "description_bbcode_parsed": "So! I got hired by a very kinky individual who let me use my inspiration for a dark commission. I hope you all kinky people enjoy this! Feel free to let me know if you ‘enjoy’ this a lot. Always a pleasure to hear~", "writing": "It was a fairly usual day for Tom as he scrolled through various topics his newspaper club had that offered various possibilities of projects. The laptop in front of him reflected an image of a bored looking male shark that had some black hair draping over his head. He took a moment after perusing the site every few minutes to take a mouthful out of the now cold fried chicken sandwich that had hot honey sauce on it. Tom’s cloudy gray and black colored skin was illuminated by the laptop as he looked over various things. His eyes drifted to the bottom of the page where it said there was a deleted topic. \nThis was unusual since no-body ever deleted suggestions on what to cover. There was never a need to since nothing ever happened. It was always covering a bake sale or a charity event that the school did, complete with who the charity event benefited. It made no sense for someone to delete a post based off of stuff like that. With his curiosity piqued, Tom clicked on the ‘history’ tab and scrolled down until he saw the deleted post. He double clicked on the post and waited as the browser he used loaded an archive website that hosted the now deleted post.\nTo Tom’s surprise, this post talked about how a few different classmates have gone missing. It even explained that those missing were in different grades and shared no friend group or any common interactions with any of the adult staff. There was seemingly nothing to connect them besides the fact that they went to the school. Tom tried to look at the side of the page to see who deleted this post from the main webpage, but the name was hidden somehow. Well, not hidden, but it was a jumble of letters that made no sense. \nTom got a bad feeling as he thought about this post. Not only was it about the school he went to, but it was deleted by someone that nobody would recognize the username of. Tom thought that this had to be a real issue if someone was trying to cover it up. He read through the post again and wrote down on a piece of paper various details about those who went missing. From the fact that some were still in the elementary building, to the fact that they lived in different neighborhoods and were different species.\nThere was some speculation at the bottom of the post. Mentioning of rumors of a long abandoned building that was once part of the school that had regained power. the original poster believed that there was some truth to this rumor, and believed that it was suspect that no-one ever addressed it. \nTom wrote down the general location of the rumored building and thought about clicking on a button that would have told the original poster that someone was going to look into this. But Tom felt like there was a risk in doing that. Like someone would have noticed the communication and tried to shut him up as-well. He closed the browser and put away his meal before getting dressed and making sure his trusty video recorder was fully charged and had memory free. Once he felt like he was ready, he grabbed his phone which he planned to use as a flashlight in the dark if he had to stay out until dark. \nWhen he left his house, he made sure to lock the door before he unlocked the bike lock and rode his bike to the school. He used a couple alleyways to cut through various side streets so he could get there faster.\nOnce Tom got to the main entrance into the school grounds, he decided to hide his bike against some trees before walking up to the large iron gate that implied that the school was closed. When he tried it, it was of course locked. Tom walked around the perimeter and found some white curtains that some vandal had draped over the wall. It wasn’t until Tom compared this part of the wall to the rest of it that he noticed it seemed shorter. Probably due to a land mass that he didn’t realize right away. He climbed the hill and put his camera and phone in his pockets before taking a running leap towards the wall.\nWhile Tom’s hand grabbed the top of the wall, he pulled himself up so that his upper body could get over the wall first. When he swung his legs over, his pants got caught on a jagged piece of stone. When he used his momentum to successfully get inside the school grounds, he heard a distinct ripping sound as he landed. He looked behind him to see a piece of cloth stuck to the wall. He then looked down to see a cut that looked like a slash in his pants. It exposed part of his side cheek. Tom groaned in annoyance and figured he would have to throw these pants out once he got this investigation over with.\nTom passed by the large building that served as both the stage for assemblies and the area where the high schoolers went to class. The building seemed so quiet and lifeless compared to how it was during the day. The building shown no lights on in any of the windows, so Tom continued deeper into the school grounds.\nOnce he got to the staff only entrance to the garden, he noticed that a padlock that the faculty must have used to keep the door closed was cut off. Tom took a picture of the lock and examined the cut on it. The metal was bent and compressed. As if someone brought a pair of large wire cutters or something. Tom cautiously passed by the cut lock and entered into the gardens.\nThe trees and various shrubs cast an eerie shadow on Tom and his various surroundings. He got the feeling that someone could hide in this darkness and not be found for a considerable amount of time.\nHe didn’t want to stand out to any roaming security that may have been on the premises, so he made sure anything that had lights on like his camera or phone were turned off. Navigating the garden was a bit hard without additional light, but once his eyes got adjusted to the darkness, it wasn’t impossible to navigate. He followed a well trodden path that curved around various trees and shrubs that may have been taken care of at one point. But now the shrubs were sticking out past any well maintained shape while the tree roots sprawled and offered to trip anyone who ran ahead blindly. \nThankfully Tom walked fairly slow. He spent around fifteen minutes in the garden before seeing an old, almost abandoned looking building past the final few trees. Various boards and sheets of metal covered the first floor windows while the second story had various broken windows that lead into pitch black rooms. One thing that Tom noticed was that the broken glass was outside of the building. As if something or someone broke the second story window from the inside. But that made no sense as to why someone would do that. Besides maybe vandalism.\nIt was impossible to see what it was for sure, but Tom could feel himself walk on something wet once he approached the building. He figured it was mud and pulled on the entrance door. Of course it was locked. He was going to walk around the premises to look for a different way in when he heard something that he didn’t expect. He could hear music playing from the building. It was fairly loud too. Tom walked around the corner and saw one window where the glass pane was barely hanging on. Upon closer examination, there was nothing blocking the window, and there was a computer online. It was the only thing casting any light in the room at all. Tom vaulted the window and saw that there was a chat log on the computer. He decided to read it in case there was any mention of the missing students.\n“A: Snowflake seems to think that someone will be looking into us soon. Seems to even be excited about it.\nJ: Is he serious? We should cash out our investments then. Move onto the fruit business instead of the vegetable stand.\nA: He is. He has a plan to take care of any would be investigators before they really get anywhere. anyway, there’s going to be a concert in 20. Don’t forget your headphones. I’ll see you where the geese flock.”\nA lot of the text seemed to be in code, but there was definitely a sense of something not right going on. He was curious about who this snowflake character was too. Tom pulled out his camera and recorded the text log before he realized that the music had gotten even louder. He could almost feel the vibrations in the foundations of the building. It reminded him of a time where he covered a story about a rave. Tom put his hand on the desk so he could walk past it, but his hand hit something curved and metal. He picked it up to see an old pair of sound canceling headphones. Like the ones used at firing ranges. Since he didn’t want any hearing loss if he continued exploring, he put the headphones on before exiting the room.\nThe hallway that Tom walked into was beat down at best. What was once portraits on the walls that shown who was no doubt school faculty at the time was reduced to various shards of wood on the floor. Tom cautiously followed the feeling of the vibrations while he also kept an eye out for various other clues that he was hoping to find. If he could find another written dialogue between suspects, that would be gold for him. He tried to remember where the window was that he came into as-well, just in case he had to make a quick escape.\nWhen Tom could feel the music shake the core of his person, he knew he was close. He was about to open the double doors that lead into a cafeteria when the music suddenly stopped. Tom had an awful feeling as his hand hovered over the aged copper door handle. Something told him to leave without opening the door. While he told himself it was just a rave again, he opened up his camera and slowly opened the door while his camera was pointed forwards.\nTom was surprised to see a brown rodent boy strapped to a chair in the middle of the emptied out cafeteria. Several speakers were aimed directly at his ears while a wooden stake attached to the chair had a metal ‘crown’ attached to it which made the boy’s head impossible to move. Blood was leaking from his ears, and he was sobbing while naked. His tears and blood ran down his face and cheeks and landed on the toughened leather restraints that kept him there. Tom was about to go in and try to help the boy when an adult opened the door to his right and walked into the room. \nThe adult who walked in appeared to be a snow leopard. He looked over the boy and grinned when he saw his ears bleeding. He was wearing old painter overalls, and nothing else. A couple dark, reddish-brown stains was the only color on his overalls. He loosened the metallic object that held the boy’s head just enough so he could struggle a bit. He still didn’t have a full range of motion. The leopard then got ready to test to see if the speakers did what they were supposed to do.\n“Do you want to leave? We’ll all let you leave if you ask. No tricks or anything. Scout’s honor! Or you could stay here with us. But I very much doubt you want that.”\nThe boy’s eyes widened as he looked to the snow leopard. He couldn’t mutter an answer besides some pained cries, because he couldn’t hear the snow leopard. The music was so loud that it ruptured the boy’s eardrums to the point of deafness. With a pleased smile, the feline shrugged and gestured to someone out of Tom’s view to take the boy away. He then looked around and noticed Tom through the crack in the door that Tom was using to peek. \n“Oh! And there’s our guest. Wilson, if you could be a dear and collect him.”\nThere was only a split second that Tom had to look behind him before he felt the sharp pain of someone punching him beside the head. He was so focused on the torture that he didn’t notice anyone getting behind him. The surrounding area quickly became black as Tom lost consciousness.\n‘Snowflake’ couldn’t help but tent his overalls as he saw Tom get dragged away. He took a minute to return to the poor rodent boy and leaned in to look at his ears. He then stuck his tongue out and licked at some of the dark red crimson that was having difficulty clotting. He savored the metal tang on this tongue before motioning to a couple others who were nearby. \n“Make sure that investigator is restrained and sent to the processing room with the rodent. I want him to get a first hand experience at what we can do here. And put his video recorder in the dissection room. I want to make him a small video so he can watch something. Make him participate in our ‘events’ some before he can get out of here. Oh, and take ‘the top’ off. We can probably sell that either as a cured good or a stuffed mount. No use letting the opportunity pass us by.”\nThe snow leopard then walked down the hallway as he could feel his cockhead rubbing against his overalls. He knew one of the other adults would probably offer to help him with his hard on, but he had no interest in them. He wanted to make it more of a show. \nWhen he got to the dissection room, he grabbed one of the several gagged boys that was currently shoved in cages and put him on a well lit desk. When the camera was brought in, he made sure it was angled directly at the canine cub’s ass before starting to record. Snowflake got a power drill out and made sure to equip it with a large nail before screwing through the cub’s foot and fixing him to the table. Screaming and crying filled the room as flecks of blood flew out of the paws and hit the camera. Snowflake put the power tool down once the kid was unable to move without causing himself a ton of pain. \n“Such a reaction to the time we spend together! and this isn’t even the most fun part. You’re going to be part of a scavenger hunt! You’re going to be part of someone else’s experience here. It’ll be a time that they will never forget. Even if they try.”\nSnowflake then reached out of the camera’s view and pulled out a metal brand. The brand was red due to the heat, and the camera caught a brief look at its design. It looked like a crude eye with a circle in the oval shape. Snowflake then held the brand just close enough so it started to burn some of the cub’s fur on his side, but not outright burn his skin.\n“Now, you may feel a bit of… a warm sensation. It’s completely normal. Maybe not natural, but it’s all part of the process! Part of what I have in mind for you.” \nWithout any more warning, the sadistic snow leopard pushed the brand into the screaming cub, who screamed so long and hard that his voice became raspy and hard to hear after he stressed his vocal cords so much.\nBefore taking the brand away, Snowflake used is hand to waft some of the smoke that came off of the cub closer to him. He took a deep breath and savored the smell. \n“Mm… if I would have listened to one of my friends, I would have removed that tongue of yours and used your other side for this. But then we wouldn’t get to hear these delightful noises you’re making! Oh, to push someone to the point of their primal instincts. It is a joy every time. A high that can’t be beat. That’s why there is so much money to be made in this business.”\nThe next tool snowflake got once he put the brand away was a curved blade of sorts that had an almost cup like blade at the tip that curved to the point of making a little less than a ninety degree turn. snowflake made sure to angle his arms in a way that didn’t block the camera’s view as he pushed the blade into the boy’s ass cheek. He pushed the blade in deep as blood seeped from the cut. He then dragged the blade around in a circle, while the tip of the blade remained embedded in the boy’s colon. The more the blade traveled, the weaker the boy got before eventually falling over to succumb to the wounds and shock.\nOnce the blade made a complete circle, Snowflake pulled the cut asshole off of the boy as casually as one would open the lid off of a cookie jar. He reached behind himself and grabbed a loose key before stuffing it inside the gaping, still bleeding large injury to the cub’s butt. Snowflake then crudely stapled the ass back on before wiping his hands on his overalls and taking the camera in his hands.\n“So. You wanna get out? You’re going to have to play my game first. Find the keys. Show me how desperate you are to dig through others in order to benefit yourself. Be truthful to us, and we will let you out. After you have been given a proper welcome of course.”\nWhen snowflake was done recording himself, he turned it off and handed it to a nearby guard and told them to deliver the video recorder to the room where Tom was.\nTom slowly stirred awake as he regained consciousness. His head hurt from the punch. He was about to use a hand to rub his head, but when he tried to move his wrists, all they did was collide with some straps that were fixed onto the arm rests. As he woke up, someone pushed in a table that had the rodent cub on it. They left the cub in a spot that was in front of Tom and not obscured by any old sheets or anything.\nThe cub tried to say something to Tom, but his voice was completely destroyed by his previous yelling and screaming. He could only mutter incomprehensible gibberish before lowering his head as he seemed to give up hope. One of the adults brought the video recorder back and set it next to Tom before they took some scissors and cut away Tom’s shirt. They exposed his back fin and let it stick out while a different adult, a bluish-grey anteater brought some sharp implements and set them next to the deaf cub.\nOnce he took a scalpel in his hand, the anteater carefully used it to cut along the cub’s finger skin. The cub shook and spasmed in pain as the anteater worked on skinning the boy’s fingers. Each small bit of skin was put on a small metal rack to dry before he put the scalpel away and chose a curved, almost spoon like instrument that had some snippers at the edge of it. \nTom couldn’t help but feel completely powerless and nauseous as he watched the anteater shove that tool in the cub’s eye socket. The anteater rooted around in there as a sickeningly wet sloshing sound came from the boy’s skull. Once he started to snip, he pulled the tool back out and took one of the cub’s eyes with it. He took the eye in his hand and left with it. Leaving the cub to die of his injuries and leaving Tom alone with the body as he left the door open for Snowflake, who came in with an electric saw.\n“I see you got to watch some of the fun that we have here firsthand. No pun intended of course. I made a little video on your camcorder while you were asleep. I think you’ll find it pretty useful if you want to get out of here~ but, we can’t let you go too quick. After all, we deserve something to remember you by. Can’t have someone leaving our hospitable care without something to show for it, now can we?”\nThe smell of machinery as Snowflake started the saw only added to the cacophony of overwhelming senses that seemed to ambush Tom at every turn. He could smell the blood from the cub, as-well as the urine that leaked from the deceased boy’s flaccid cock. He didn’t receive a warning before feeling firsthand what the saw was for. Snowflake was using it to cut at the base of Tom’s fin. He sliced right along Tom’s back as he worked to sever the cartilage from the rest of his body. He waited until the fin was only hanging on by some thin parts of skin before cauterizing the wound with an old, jury rigged cigarette lighter that he got from an old car. He then used his strength to pull the fin off of Tom’s back. \n“I’ll be taking more if I see you again! You better hope this is the only present you give me. I’d be very interested in seeing if you have two cocks. You could probably spare one if you do.”\nWith the fin and bloody saw in hand, Snowflake left Tom there to scream and cry as he barely was able to process the intense pain that he was just put through. His mind only went to one thing. He had to get out. Once his torturer was out of the room and he was truly alone, he shifted his body weight as he tried to tip over the chair in an attempt to break the binds that held him. Or perhaps one of the chair’s arms so he could simply remove his wrists from the bindings.\nTom sent himself falling to the side, and expected the one bind to pop off as the chair and him collided with the ground. Instead, he yelled in pain and cursed multiple times as he felt himself land on his wrist. If nothing in his hand was broken, it was at least definitely dislodged. Each small nerve in his wrist shot pain responses directly into his brain. Tom did his absolute best to ignore it as he pulled his hand from the chair and used his free hand to untie his other hand. Only when he could stand up did he look over his injured wrist. It was already beginning to swell up. Not a good sign for sure.\nWith his uninjured hand, Tom pressed play on the recorder and held the screen to his face so he could watch what was previously recorded. He watched the key being stuffed inside a cub’s ass and instinctively bent over as he felt his stomach take control of his actions. With a guttural sound, Tom evacuated everything in his stomach as the nausea, scarring imagery, and sheer pain was too much for him. He spent a minute or two vomiting before wiping his mouth off and taking the video camera with him. He had to stop the replay before getting it too close to him. There was no way he could listen to the audio from that video in his current state.\nOnce Tom was done throwing up, he wiped his mouth off and slowly opened the door that lead out of this god forsaken room. He was relieved not to see anyone lurking in the hallway or keeping the door protected from any would be escapees. Tom left the torture room and did his best to try and retrace his steps back to a crossroads where he would remember where the room with the open window was.\nAs Tom walked through the decrepit hallways, he tried his best to ignore the headache that was starting to form in his head. He could feel his brain pulsate to the rhythm of his heartbeat, and he could hear his heartbeat in his ears. He felt somewhat sick again once he saw that the door to the window was locked. An eyeball was stapled to the door. The nerve was stapled next to the lock, while the rest of the eye sagged downwards. Tom then had a brief flashback to seeing this snowflake hide a key in one of his victims. Tom got the gut feeling he was about to do something he hated in order to escape.\nDespite the dread in his stomach, he knew he had to get out of this place. He began to make a mental map of the area and noted any of the doors that were locked off. He was able to open one door and felt his stomach turn to knots when he saw some lights were shining on a cub’s corpse. He slowly approached it and tried not to look directly in its lifeless, cold, cloudy eyes. \nIn it’s stomach was a decently sized cut that seemed to go into it’s guts. There was a silky white liquid leaking out of the stomach which Tom refused to imagine what it was. He was about to reach inside when he noticed a branding on the cub’s upper shoulder. It looked like a small skull and crossbones brand. When Tom realized this wasn’t the cub he was looking for, he couldn’t help but wonder how many of these ‘decoys’ they had laying around for this twisted idea of a game.\nAs Tom pushed through and explored further in the building, thoughts crept into his mind about how snowflake may have simply lied about getting out of here. If someone was such a sadist, there was no way to tell if he was actually telling the truth about getting out. But Tom had to at least try. He couldn’t just let himself give up and wait to be tortured again at the joy of whoever held the blade. \nWalking into a classroom, Tom discovered the familiar looking cub that he saw before on the video. As he approached, he could smell the faint scent of charred flesh as the brand was still warm. Thankfully Tom had nothing else in his system to throw up, so he didn’t need to worry about what to vomit into. After looking over the boy and seeing the brand, he didn’t know what he was supposed to do in order to get the key. Prying apart the staples and ripping the boy’s ass off was a barbaric thought. Tom wasn’t sure he could live with himself if he did that.\nWith a couple deep breaths, Tom lowered himself a bit so he was chest level to the cub, who was displayed bent over on the teacher’s desk. Tom had to close his eyes as he pushed his hand into the cub’s thoroughly abused ass. His hand became slick with the cum of those who encountered the corpse before him as he tried his best to only focus on the intent of finding something metallic.\nWhen Tom was wrist deep inside of the cub, he felt one of his claws tap against something that wasn’t fleshy and bleeding. With an audible grunt of disgust, Tom pushed his hand in deeper and grabbed the key. He pulled it out and sighed before shaking the blood and cum off of his hand. At least whatever would come off without soaking into his fur. If he got out of this place alive, he was going to take a huge shower once his back was tended to and healed properly.\nHeading back to the locked door, Tom was getting ready to unlock it when he heard some noise down the hallway. He initially hid in case whoever was there would pass by him, but once he heard the sound not move, he decided to go against his better judgement and investigate. He grabbed his phone and got ready to record whatever he saw when he leaned into the doorway.\nSnowflake was standing there, his overalls unbuttoned as his throbbing cock hung out in the open as one hand was holding onto a lizard cub’s skull. The second hand was holding a drill that was currently embedded in one of the cub’s eye sockets. Snowflake had to pull the drill a few times to get it out of the boy’s head. Chunks of skull and brain matter flew onto the floor as the drill was removed. Snowflake tossed the bloody drill to the floor and took the boy’s head in both hands before looking deep into the hole that he drilled. As if he was measuring it for some reason. His cock dripped a clear droplet of his urgent sexual need as he stood there thinking.\nOnce he was satisfied with the hole he made, he lowered the boy’s head and started to force his thick cock into the hole that he drilled. The squishy sounds of flesh and brain matter being squished reverberated as Snowflake began fucking the poor boy’s head. The cub shown no signs of life as he was skullfucked without any sort of care or respect. He was treated as nothing but a sex toy as his brains were turned to mush by the strong cock that repeatedly thrust into his skull.\nTom could tell Snowflake was getting close by how his legs had subtly spasmed as he stood there, balls deep in this cub’s head. The feline roared out as he unloaded his cock deep into the boy’s skull. He came with a power that forced clear brain liquid and his own cum to leak out of the boy’s ears as he continuously came hard. He was sure to cum all he could into the now almost empty skull before pushing the boy’s head rather coldly off of his cock. The body fell to the floor as cum leaked from a few holes. Snowflake didn’t even bother to wipe the blood and gore off of his cock when he was done. He put his overalls back on and walked out of the room as if nothing had happened.\nFeeling increasingly sick from what all he would witness, Tom knew he needed to get out. He opened the door that lead to the open window and climbed out of it. He then ran towards the wall where he climbed over before and put every fiber of his being into the jump towards the wall. He grabbed the top of it and used his adrenaline to pull himself quickly over the wall. \nHe then ran as quick as he could back into the garden. Meanwhile, Snowflake was watching from one of the second story windows. He grinned and turned to someone who was out of view.\n“Make sure you whip up some nice gifts online for our latest friend. We don’t want him forgetting what he saw here. We can continue our endeavors here, since no-one will be able to believe what he saw. The masses will dismiss his footage as fake due to the nature of it, and that shark’s job will be forfeit. He will serve as a warning to whoever hears about this place, or any of our other facilities. Now, get me one of the captives to sit on. I want to feel them struggle for breath as I have them between my cheeks~”\nIn the following days, Snowflake’s guess of the future was scarily accurate. Most of who was shown the recordings dismissed it as an incredibly sick joke. Those who believed him put even more distance between themselves and Tom, as they wanted nothing to do with such a place. Tom was let go of his investigation role and eventually sent to an inpatient hospital room for his back, as-well as the lingering damages to his mental health. \nSnowflake wasn’t done keeping an eye on Tom either. He once pulled a couple strings to see Tom’s medical file. Where the attending doctor reported that Tom associated sex with young children now, and that he shows signs of various delusional acting out if given the stimuli or memory probes. There was also a guilt of not being able to save the “key bearers” or anyone other than himself. At the bottom of the report was a recommendation for further psychological testing and therapies.\nContent with the report, the leopard got on his phone and orders a gift basket to be delivered to Tom’s hospital room. He chose normal items that no-one would be alarmed at, but under the name of the gifter, he asked for a specific instruction.\n‘Instead of a name, can there be a small snowflake drawn on the card? I appreciate it.’\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "It was a fairly usual day for Tom as he scrolled through various topics his newspaper club had that offered various possibilities of projects. The laptop in front of him reflected an image of a bored looking male shark that had some black hair draping over his head. He took a moment after perusing the site every few minutes to take a mouthful out of the now cold fried chicken sandwich that had hot honey sauce on it. Tom’s cloudy gray and black colored skin was illuminated by the laptop as he looked over various things. His eyes drifted to the bottom of the page where it said there was a deleted topic.
This was unusual since no-body ever deleted suggestions on what to cover. There was never a need to since nothing ever happened. It was always covering a bake sale or a charity event that the school did, complete with who the charity event benefited. It made no sense for someone to delete a post based off of stuff like that. With his curiosity piqued, Tom clicked on the ‘history’ tab and scrolled down until he saw the deleted post. He double clicked on the post and waited as the browser he used loaded an archive website that hosted the now deleted post.
To Tom’s surprise, this post talked about how a few different classmates have gone missing. It even explained that those missing were in different grades and shared no friend group or any common interactions with any of the adult staff. There was seemingly nothing to connect them besides the fact that they went to the school. Tom tried to look at the side of the page to see who deleted this post from the main webpage, but the name was hidden somehow. Well, not hidden, but it was a jumble of letters that made no sense.
Tom got a bad feeling as he thought about this post. Not only was it about the school he went to, but it was deleted by someone that nobody would recognize the username of. Tom thought that this had to be a real issue if someone was trying to cover it up. He read through the post again and wrote down on a piece of paper various details about those who went missing. From the fact that some were still in the elementary building, to the fact that they lived in different neighborhoods and were different species.
There was some speculation at the bottom of the post. Mentioning of rumors of a long abandoned building that was once part of the school that had regained power. the original poster believed that there was some truth to this rumor, and believed that it was suspect that no-one ever addressed it.
Tom wrote down the general location of the rumored building and thought about clicking on a button that would have told the original poster that someone was going to look into this. But Tom felt like there was a risk in doing that. Like someone would have noticed the communication and tried to shut him up as-well. He closed the browser and put away his meal before getting dressed and making sure his trusty video recorder was fully charged and had memory free. Once he felt like he was ready, he grabbed his phone which he planned to use as a flashlight in the dark if he had to stay out until dark.
When he left his house, he made sure to lock the door before he unlocked the bike lock and rode his bike to the school. He used a couple alleyways to cut through various side streets so he could get there faster.
Once Tom got to the main entrance into the school grounds, he decided to hide his bike against some trees before walking up to the large iron gate that implied that the school was closed. When he tried it, it was of course locked. Tom walked around the perimeter and found some white curtains that some vandal had draped over the wall. It wasn’t until Tom compared this part of the wall to the rest of it that he noticed it seemed shorter. Probably due to a land mass that he didn’t realize right away. He climbed the hill and put his camera and phone in his pockets before taking a running leap towards the wall.
While Tom’s hand grabbed the top of the wall, he pulled himself up so that his upper body could get over the wall first. When he swung his legs over, his pants got caught on a jagged piece of stone. When he used his momentum to successfully get inside the school grounds, he heard a distinct ripping sound as he landed. He looked behind him to see a piece of cloth stuck to the wall. He then looked down to see a cut that looked like a slash in his pants. It exposed part of his side cheek. Tom groaned in annoyance and figured he would have to throw these pants out once he got this investigation over with.
Tom passed by the large building that served as both the stage for assemblies and the area where the high schoolers went to class. The building seemed so quiet and lifeless compared to how it was during the day. The building shown no lights on in any of the windows, so Tom continued deeper into the school grounds.
Once he got to the staff only entrance to the garden, he noticed that a padlock that the faculty must have used to keep the door closed was cut off. Tom took a picture of the lock and examined the cut on it. The metal was bent and compressed. As if someone brought a pair of large wire cutters or something. Tom cautiously passed by the cut lock and entered into the gardens.
The trees and various shrubs cast an eerie shadow on Tom and his various surroundings. He got the feeling that someone could hide in this darkness and not be found for a considerable amount of time.
He didn’t want to stand out to any roaming security that may have been on the premises, so he made sure anything that had lights on like his camera or phone were turned off. Navigating the garden was a bit hard without additional light, but once his eyes got adjusted to the darkness, it wasn’t impossible to navigate. He followed a well trodden path that curved around various trees and shrubs that may have been taken care of at one point. But now the shrubs were sticking out past any well maintained shape while the tree roots sprawled and offered to trip anyone who ran ahead blindly.
Thankfully Tom walked fairly slow. He spent around fifteen minutes in the garden before seeing an old, almost abandoned looking building past the final few trees. Various boards and sheets of metal covered the first floor windows while the second story had various broken windows that lead into pitch black rooms. One thing that Tom noticed was that the broken glass was outside of the building. As if something or someone broke the second story window from the inside. But that made no sense as to why someone would do that. Besides maybe vandalism.
It was impossible to see what it was for sure, but Tom could feel himself walk on something wet once he approached the building. He figured it was mud and pulled on the entrance door. Of course it was locked. He was going to walk around the premises to look for a different way in when he heard something that he didn’t expect. He could hear music playing from the building. It was fairly loud too. Tom walked around the corner and saw one window where the glass pane was barely hanging on. Upon closer examination, there was nothing blocking the window, and there was a computer online. It was the only thing casting any light in the room at all. Tom vaulted the window and saw that there was a chat log on the computer. He decided to read it in case there was any mention of the missing students.
“A: Snowflake seems to think that someone will be looking into us soon. Seems to even be excited about it.
J: Is he serious? We should cash out our investments then. Move onto the fruit business instead of the vegetable stand.
A: He is. He has a plan to take care of any would be investigators before they really get anywhere. anyway, there’s going to be a concert in 20. Don’t forget your headphones. I’ll see you where the geese flock.”
A lot of the text seemed to be in code, but there was definitely a sense of something not right going on. He was curious about who this snowflake character was too. Tom pulled out his camera and recorded the text log before he realized that the music had gotten even louder. He could almost feel the vibrations in the foundations of the building. It reminded him of a time where he covered a story about a rave. Tom put his hand on the desk so he could walk past it, but his hand hit something curved and metal. He picked it up to see an old pair of sound canceling headphones. Like the ones used at firing ranges. Since he didn’t want any hearing loss if he continued exploring, he put the headphones on before exiting the room.
The hallway that Tom walked into was beat down at best. What was once portraits on the walls that shown who was no doubt school faculty at the time was reduced to various shards of wood on the floor. Tom cautiously followed the feeling of the vibrations while he also kept an eye out for various other clues that he was hoping to find. If he could find another written dialogue between suspects, that would be gold for him. He tried to remember where the window was that he came into as-well, just in case he had to make a quick escape.
When Tom could feel the music shake the core of his person, he knew he was close. He was about to open the double doors that lead into a cafeteria when the music suddenly stopped. Tom had an awful feeling as his hand hovered over the aged copper door handle. Something told him to leave without opening the door. While he told himself it was just a rave again, he opened up his camera and slowly opened the door while his camera was pointed forwards.
Tom was surprised to see a brown rodent boy strapped to a chair in the middle of the emptied out cafeteria. Several speakers were aimed directly at his ears while a wooden stake attached to the chair had a metal ‘crown’ attached to it which made the boy’s head impossible to move. Blood was leaking from his ears, and he was sobbing while naked. His tears and blood ran down his face and cheeks and landed on the toughened leather restraints that kept him there. Tom was about to go in and try to help the boy when an adult opened the door to his right and walked into the room.
The adult who walked in appeared to be a snow leopard. He looked over the boy and grinned when he saw his ears bleeding. He was wearing old painter overalls, and nothing else. A couple dark, reddish-brown stains was the only color on his overalls. He loosened the metallic object that held the boy’s head just enough so he could struggle a bit. He still didn’t have a full range of motion. The leopard then got ready to test to see if the speakers did what they were supposed to do.
“Do you want to leave? We’ll all let you leave if you ask. No tricks or anything. Scout’s honor! Or you could stay here with us. But I very much doubt you want that.”
The boy’s eyes widened as he looked to the snow leopard. He couldn’t mutter an answer besides some pained cries, because he couldn’t hear the snow leopard. The music was so loud that it ruptured the boy’s eardrums to the point of deafness. With a pleased smile, the feline shrugged and gestured to someone out of Tom’s view to take the boy away. He then looked around and noticed Tom through the crack in the door that Tom was using to peek.
“Oh! And there’s our guest. Wilson, if you could be a dear and collect him.”
There was only a split second that Tom had to look behind him before he felt the sharp pain of someone punching him beside the head. He was so focused on the torture that he didn’t notice anyone getting behind him. The surrounding area quickly became black as Tom lost consciousness.
‘Snowflake’ couldn’t help but tent his overalls as he saw Tom get dragged away. He took a minute to return to the poor rodent boy and leaned in to look at his ears. He then stuck his tongue out and licked at some of the dark red crimson that was having difficulty clotting. He savored the metal tang on this tongue before motioning to a couple others who were nearby.
“Make sure that investigator is restrained and sent to the processing room with the rodent. I want him to get a first hand experience at what we can do here. And put his video recorder in the dissection room. I want to make him a small video so he can watch something. Make him participate in our ‘events’ some before he can get out of here. Oh, and take ‘the top’ off. We can probably sell that either as a cured good or a stuffed mount. No use letting the opportunity pass us by.”
The snow leopard then walked down the hallway as he could feel his cockhead rubbing against his overalls. He knew one of the other adults would probably offer to help him with his hard on, but he had no interest in them. He wanted to make it more of a show.
When he got to the dissection room, he grabbed one of the several gagged boys that was currently shoved in cages and put him on a well lit desk. When the camera was brought in, he made sure it was angled directly at the canine cub’s ass before starting to record. Snowflake got a power drill out and made sure to equip it with a large nail before screwing through the cub’s foot and fixing him to the table. Screaming and crying filled the room as flecks of blood flew out of the paws and hit the camera. Snowflake put the power tool down once the kid was unable to move without causing himself a ton of pain.
“Such a reaction to the time we spend together! and this isn’t even the most fun part. You’re going to be part of a scavenger hunt! You’re going to be part of someone else’s experience here. It’ll be a time that they will never forget. Even if they try.”
Snowflake then reached out of the camera’s view and pulled out a metal brand. The brand was red due to the heat, and the camera caught a brief look at its design. It looked like a crude eye with a circle in the oval shape. Snowflake then held the brand just close enough so it started to burn some of the cub’s fur on his side, but not outright burn his skin.
“Now, you may feel a bit of… a warm sensation. It’s completely normal. Maybe not natural, but it’s all part of the process! Part of what I have in mind for you.”
Without any more warning, the sadistic snow leopard pushed the brand into the screaming cub, who screamed so long and hard that his voice became raspy and hard to hear after he stressed his vocal cords so much.
Before taking the brand away, Snowflake used is hand to waft some of the smoke that came off of the cub closer to him. He took a deep breath and savored the smell.
“Mm… if I would have listened to one of my friends, I would have removed that tongue of yours and used your other side for this. But then we wouldn’t get to hear these delightful noises you’re making! Oh, to push someone to the point of their primal instincts. It is a joy every time. A high that can’t be beat. That’s why there is so much money to be made in this business.”
The next tool snowflake got once he put the brand away was a curved blade of sorts that had an almost cup like blade at the tip that curved to the point of making a little less than a ninety degree turn. snowflake made sure to angle his arms in a way that didn’t block the camera’s view as he pushed the blade into the boy’s ass cheek. He pushed the blade in deep as blood seeped from the cut. He then dragged the blade around in a circle, while the tip of the blade remained embedded in the boy’s colon. The more the blade traveled, the weaker the boy got before eventually falling over to succumb to the wounds and shock.
Once the blade made a complete circle, Snowflake pulled the cut asshole off of the boy as casually as one would open the lid off of a cookie jar. He reached behind himself and grabbed a loose key before stuffing it inside the gaping, still bleeding large injury to the cub’s butt. Snowflake then crudely stapled the ass back on before wiping his hands on his overalls and taking the camera in his hands.
“So. You wanna get out? You’re going to have to play my game first. Find the keys. Show me how desperate you are to dig through others in order to benefit yourself. Be truthful to us, and we will let you out. After you have been given a proper welcome of course.”
When snowflake was done recording himself, he turned it off and handed it to a nearby guard and told them to deliver the video recorder to the room where Tom was.
Tom slowly stirred awake as he regained consciousness. His head hurt from the punch. He was about to use a hand to rub his head, but when he tried to move his wrists, all they did was collide with some straps that were fixed onto the arm rests. As he woke up, someone pushed in a table that had the rodent cub on it. They left the cub in a spot that was in front of Tom and not obscured by any old sheets or anything.
The cub tried to say something to Tom, but his voice was completely destroyed by his previous yelling and screaming. He could only mutter incomprehensible gibberish before lowering his head as he seemed to give up hope. One of the adults brought the video recorder back and set it next to Tom before they took some scissors and cut away Tom’s shirt. They exposed his back fin and let it stick out while a different adult, a bluish-grey anteater brought some sharp implements and set them next to the deaf cub.
Once he took a scalpel in his hand, the anteater carefully used it to cut along the cub’s finger skin. The cub shook and spasmed in pain as the anteater worked on skinning the boy’s fingers. Each small bit of skin was put on a small metal rack to dry before he put the scalpel away and chose a curved, almost spoon like instrument that had some snippers at the edge of it.
Tom couldn’t help but feel completely powerless and nauseous as he watched the anteater shove that tool in the cub’s eye socket. The anteater rooted around in there as a sickeningly wet sloshing sound came from the boy’s skull. Once he started to snip, he pulled the tool back out and took one of the cub’s eyes with it. He took the eye in his hand and left with it. Leaving the cub to die of his injuries and leaving Tom alone with the body as he left the door open for Snowflake, who came in with an electric saw.
“I see you got to watch some of the fun that we have here firsthand. No pun intended of course. I made a little video on your camcorder while you were asleep. I think you’ll find it pretty useful if you want to get out of here~ but, we can’t let you go too quick. After all, we deserve something to remember you by. Can’t have someone leaving our hospitable care without something to show for it, now can we?”
The smell of machinery as Snowflake started the saw only added to the cacophony of overwhelming senses that seemed to ambush Tom at every turn. He could smell the blood from the cub, as-well as the urine that leaked from the deceased boy’s flaccid cock. He didn’t receive a warning before feeling firsthand what the saw was for. Snowflake was using it to cut at the base of Tom’s fin. He sliced right along Tom’s back as he worked to sever the cartilage from the rest of his body. He waited until the fin was only hanging on by some thin parts of skin before cauterizing the wound with an old, jury rigged cigarette lighter that he got from an old car. He then used his strength to pull the fin off of Tom’s back.
“I’ll be taking more if I see you again! You better hope this is the only present you give me. I’d be very interested in seeing if you have two cocks. You could probably spare one if you do.”
With the fin and bloody saw in hand, Snowflake left Tom there to scream and cry as he barely was able to process the intense pain that he was just put through. His mind only went to one thing. He had to get out. Once his torturer was out of the room and he was truly alone, he shifted his body weight as he tried to tip over the chair in an attempt to break the binds that held him. Or perhaps one of the chair’s arms so he could simply remove his wrists from the bindings.
Tom sent himself falling to the side, and expected the one bind to pop off as the chair and him collided with the ground. Instead, he yelled in pain and cursed multiple times as he felt himself land on his wrist. If nothing in his hand was broken, it was at least definitely dislodged. Each small nerve in his wrist shot pain responses directly into his brain. Tom did his absolute best to ignore it as he pulled his hand from the chair and used his free hand to untie his other hand. Only when he could stand up did he look over his injured wrist. It was already beginning to swell up. Not a good sign for sure.
With his uninjured hand, Tom pressed play on the recorder and held the screen to his face so he could watch what was previously recorded. He watched the key being stuffed inside a cub’s ass and instinctively bent over as he felt his stomach take control of his actions. With a guttural sound, Tom evacuated everything in his stomach as the nausea, scarring imagery, and sheer pain was too much for him. He spent a minute or two vomiting before wiping his mouth off and taking the video camera with him. He had to stop the replay before getting it too close to him. There was no way he could listen to the audio from that video in his current state.
Once Tom was done throwing up, he wiped his mouth off and slowly opened the door that lead out of this god forsaken room. He was relieved not to see anyone lurking in the hallway or keeping the door protected from any would be escapees. Tom left the torture room and did his best to try and retrace his steps back to a crossroads where he would remember where the room with the open window was.
As Tom walked through the decrepit hallways, he tried his best to ignore the headache that was starting to form in his head. He could feel his brain pulsate to the rhythm of his heartbeat, and he could hear his heartbeat in his ears. He felt somewhat sick again once he saw that the door to the window was locked. An eyeball was stapled to the door. The nerve was stapled next to the lock, while the rest of the eye sagged downwards. Tom then had a brief flashback to seeing this snowflake hide a key in one of his victims. Tom got the gut feeling he was about to do something he hated in order to escape.
Despite the dread in his stomach, he knew he had to get out of this place. He began to make a mental map of the area and noted any of the doors that were locked off. He was able to open one door and felt his stomach turn to knots when he saw some lights were shining on a cub’s corpse. He slowly approached it and tried not to look directly in its lifeless, cold, cloudy eyes.
In it’s stomach was a decently sized cut that seemed to go into it’s guts. There was a silky white liquid leaking out of the stomach which Tom refused to imagine what it was. He was about to reach inside when he noticed a branding on the cub’s upper shoulder. It looked like a small skull and crossbones brand. When Tom realized this wasn’t the cub he was looking for, he couldn’t help but wonder how many of these ‘decoys’ they had laying around for this twisted idea of a game.
As Tom pushed through and explored further in the building, thoughts crept into his mind about how snowflake may have simply lied about getting out of here. If someone was such a sadist, there was no way to tell if he was actually telling the truth about getting out. But Tom had to at least try. He couldn’t just let himself give up and wait to be tortured again at the joy of whoever held the blade.
Walking into a classroom, Tom discovered the familiar looking cub that he saw before on the video. As he approached, he could smell the faint scent of charred flesh as the brand was still warm. Thankfully Tom had nothing else in his system to throw up, so he didn’t need to worry about what to vomit into. After looking over the boy and seeing the brand, he didn’t know what he was supposed to do in order to get the key. Prying apart the staples and ripping the boy’s ass off was a barbaric thought. Tom wasn’t sure he could live with himself if he did that.
With a couple deep breaths, Tom lowered himself a bit so he was chest level to the cub, who was displayed bent over on the teacher’s desk. Tom had to close his eyes as he pushed his hand into the cub’s thoroughly abused ass. His hand became slick with the cum of those who encountered the corpse before him as he tried his best to only focus on the intent of finding something metallic.
When Tom was wrist deep inside of the cub, he felt one of his claws tap against something that wasn’t fleshy and bleeding. With an audible grunt of disgust, Tom pushed his hand in deeper and grabbed the key. He pulled it out and sighed before shaking the blood and cum off of his hand. At least whatever would come off without soaking into his fur. If he got out of this place alive, he was going to take a huge shower once his back was tended to and healed properly.
Heading back to the locked door, Tom was getting ready to unlock it when he heard some noise down the hallway. He initially hid in case whoever was there would pass by him, but once he heard the sound not move, he decided to go against his better judgement and investigate. He grabbed his phone and got ready to record whatever he saw when he leaned into the doorway.
Snowflake was standing there, his overalls unbuttoned as his throbbing cock hung out in the open as one hand was holding onto a lizard cub’s skull. The second hand was holding a drill that was currently embedded in one of the cub’s eye sockets. Snowflake had to pull the drill a few times to get it out of the boy’s head. Chunks of skull and brain matter flew onto the floor as the drill was removed. Snowflake tossed the bloody drill to the floor and took the boy’s head in both hands before looking deep into the hole that he drilled. As if he was measuring it for some reason. His cock dripped a clear droplet of his urgent sexual need as he stood there thinking.
Once he was satisfied with the hole he made, he lowered the boy’s head and started to force his thick cock into the hole that he drilled. The squishy sounds of flesh and brain matter being squished reverberated as Snowflake began fucking the poor boy’s head. The cub shown no signs of life as he was skullfucked without any sort of care or respect. He was treated as nothing but a sex toy as his brains were turned to mush by the strong cock that repeatedly thrust into his skull.
Tom could tell Snowflake was getting close by how his legs had subtly spasmed as he stood there, balls deep in this cub’s head. The feline roared out as he unloaded his cock deep into the boy’s skull. He came with a power that forced clear brain liquid and his own cum to leak out of the boy’s ears as he continuously came hard. He was sure to cum all he could into the now almost empty skull before pushing the boy’s head rather coldly off of his cock. The body fell to the floor as cum leaked from a few holes. Snowflake didn’t even bother to wipe the blood and gore off of his cock when he was done. He put his overalls back on and walked out of the room as if nothing had happened.
Feeling increasingly sick from what all he would witness, Tom knew he needed to get out. He opened the door that lead to the open window and climbed out of it. He then ran towards the wall where he climbed over before and put every fiber of his being into the jump towards the wall. He grabbed the top of it and used his adrenaline to pull himself quickly over the wall.
He then ran as quick as he could back into the garden. Meanwhile, Snowflake was watching from one of the second story windows. He grinned and turned to someone who was out of view.
“Make sure you whip up some nice gifts online for our latest friend. We don’t want him forgetting what he saw here. We can continue our endeavors here, since no-one will be able to believe what he saw. The masses will dismiss his footage as fake due to the nature of it, and that shark’s job will be forfeit. He will serve as a warning to whoever hears about this place, or any of our other facilities. Now, get me one of the captives to sit on. I want to feel them struggle for breath as I have them between my cheeks~”
In the following days, Snowflake’s guess of the future was scarily accurate. Most of who was shown the recordings dismissed it as an incredibly sick joke. Those who believed him put even more distance between themselves and Tom, as they wanted nothing to do with such a place. Tom was let go of his investigation role and eventually sent to an inpatient hospital room for his back, as-well as the lingering damages to his mental health.
Snowflake wasn’t done keeping an eye on Tom either. He once pulled a couple strings to see Tom’s medical file. Where the attending doctor reported that Tom associated sex with young children now, and that he shows signs of various delusional acting out if given the stimuli or memory probes. There was also a guilt of not being able to save the “key bearers” or anyone other than himself. At the bottom of the report was a recommendation for further psychological testing and therapies.
Content with the report, the leopard got on his phone and orders a gift basket to be delivered to Tom’s hospital room. He chose normal items that no-one would be alarmed at, but under the name of the gifter, he asked for a specific instruction.
‘Instead of a name, can there be a small snowflake drawn on the card? I appreciate it.’
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