I Was a Prisoner in Your Skull
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I Was a Prisoner in Your Skull

When the flame started, everything was pulled together. There was no more bounds, there was no more chains to be enslaved to, everything became the darkest night, everything was strung together, that grey slowly grew upwards and fractured the black.

All came down, and all went far into the depths of the greatest mysteries, all faces were put into new places, all that were not chained moments prior were trapped into another cycle of pain, there was no linear point, there was no longer a straight line to walk on, everything was bent and moved, everything has become its own, and there was no going back.

Or, is there?

5 months later

In a dark enclosed area

A blue light switches on, a slight buzz as the masked human is lit up by it, the darkness around him, unable to cloud him In the shadow, he is naked, sitting on a chair, writing in papers on a grey desk, his mask is visible, its clear, unlike the grainy and distorted vision through the camera. It reassembles that of a clown, the fabric that was coated in the paint is old, its worn and its slowly peeling of, the original color seemed white, and without the blue light it would seem it has turned it a light color hue of a very, very light brown, yellow like color.

There are two holes that are open where his eyes are, In the blue light it's hard to make out, the only thing that stares out is darkness. The mask is crudely cut and barely a circle, like it was an old thing, made by a kid in there young age. There are two red spots of red paint to make a blush, and below them a wide cartoon smile in blackened red straight line that curves down and up again, and the tips of it that almost connect with the blushes, are painted slightly horizontal, like a house that has the sides of its roof pointing out, slightly.

In the middle of the mask, a big red dot to reassemble the nose of a clown, above the eyeholes, four sets of eyebrows painted, the first two just above the eyes are black, crudely made and above them, two blue ones, crudely made as-well.

He switches off the blue light and leaves on a white light, slightly darkening him down as shadows creep inwards. He is silent not saying a word, only writing in the papers with a old pencil, with the yellow no longer present on it, just a dull grey color. He writes words, and crudely made drawings of random, odd things.

Crush

I come forward

Lust

Come

Its calling us

Lust

He puts the pencil down and scoots his chair backwards and looks down to his crotch, his member still, and a bush around it, his pubic hair grown and tangled around the skin of his dick, glancing over to the desk he grabs the trimmer residing near a empty glass cup and switches it on, and he brought down to the top corner of his patch and slowly made his way through, passing down and up again slowly every hair fell from his crotch as the noise soon fell silent. Already it looked neat as he grabbed the trimmer and placed it back on the desk before grabbing the empty glass and scooting back up to the desk and then moving the glass over to a makeshift water dispenser just to the side of the desk as he press a button and fills up the glass, he turns it of and places the now filled glass cup with water onto the desk and then moving down, getting down onto his knees revealing below a set of about 10 cabinets, sizes enough to store supplies of food, drinks, clothes, and anything else enough for someone to have, he opens the sixth one on the left and then pulls out a small bottle of shaving cream and opens it, he grabs the water and splashes it onto his crotch, droplets moving down his legs and splashing down below where piles of his hair is sitting.

He then dips his fingers into the shaving cream and coating his crotch with it before quickly putting it back inside the cabinet and closing it as he grabs the glass and refills it from the dispenser before doing the same thing by splashing it onto his cock and then sitting up straight as he stares at the paper.

Zipp sits in a blank room, just sitting with a blanket around her, staring at nothing, with a window with curtains blocking inches of the rays from the sun, the light in the room turned on, a buzzing noise ever so slightly. Zipp gags on her own laugh as she Burts into a fit of manic laughing, not knowing where to face or how to sound, coughing, turning, closing her eyes as she smiles, a weak smile with laugh muffled. She twitches and shakes as she slaps herself multiple times, huffing and breathing heavily, a harsh breathing from her mouth.

The blanket falling of her and down onto the mattress that she is sitting on.

"Oh my god!" Zipp says, her voice turning into a cackle than an intense laugh, as if the funniest thing ever to exist is staring at her, or she to it. Closing her eyes as she slaps herself, opening her mouth wide and baring her teeth for a moment, her pupils light and staring into oblivion. She grabs the blanket and pulls it over herself, breathing and sighing as she rubs her eyes and her forehead, her noticeable bags under her eyes, dark circles, haven't sleep in days. A faint music heard in the background, sounding from another room just across this one.

"Turn that fucking Black Metal shit of Jack!" Zipp shouts, screaming it "Im fucking serious this time, it sounds like noise!" Zipp stares in the direction of where it is coming from, breathing.

"Stop it!" Zipp shouts, fainter this time, she rubs her eyes, keeping herself awake as she smiles widely for a second then her smile fading as the music gets slightly louder, almost covering her ears with her hooves. She sits, staring at nothing, gliding her eyes rarely across the empty walls, the room is stale, the open door leading to the room where the music is coming from is dark and not lit, darkness and the noise emitting from the room.

Zipp suddenly falls backwards, hitting her head against the wall almost falling of the bed as she screams and grabs at herself, like a spider fell onto her but nothing seems to be there, she almost cries as she sits up on the bed, moving her hooves quickly through her entire body and upwards to her mane as the blanket connects with the curtains, attaching itself to it as Zipp breathes.

"Get it off! get it off! Jack! Help!" Zipp shouts before stopping as she stands up at the bed and quickly pulls the blanket from the curtain, she sits up hyperventilating, breathing fast and quickly, her mouth agape and her eyes wide and fearful, nothing but fear in her eyes and body. Shock. After a minute she slowly breathes and calms down as she sits up on the bed, pulling the blanket over her as she breathes and sighs before quickly hyperventilating again as she covers her face with her hooves.

"I cant feel my face.." She says as she breathes before sliding her hooves down and sitting still, unmoving for seconds before slowly turning to face the wall in-front of her. Her face changing into an expression of fear, horror, confusion and happiness all mixed in one as she laughs slightly.

"Where am I?" She says smiling, in a giddy like tone as the music grows louder.

Zipp looks over towards the dark doorway, a shape now standing, Jack, the masked person, the human wearing the clown mask. Zipp blinks and continues to stare at him, he is naked, standing and looking towards her. Jack slowly walks towards her, making his way with short long steps, closer, closer.

He stands in-front of her, towering over her, his dick in-front of her, his musky scent filling her nostrils as she inhales it, he tilts his head to the side slightly, he glides his hand across her face softly, caressing her slowly brushing his hand through her fur and down around her mane as she breathes heavily, hint of fear in her breathing, eyes narrowing down, closing slightly.

Jack quickly turns and takes his hand of her face walking to the middle of the room, looking over to the dark opened door leading to his room, and then turning to face the door on the left wall, and then turning to face the door on the right wall. Zipp sighs as Jack walks to right and opens the door to the bathroom, closing it behind him.

The bathroom is mostly empty, there's no carpet or any utensils aside from a bar of soap, some towels, shampoo and a toothbrush. Soft whimpering is coming from the bathtub which is hidden behind a curtain, Jack quickly opens it as Pipp stares back at him, tied up to the faucet tab with rope as he gets into the tub with her, tears in her eyes as she stares at him.

"Please.." Pipp says in a whisper, as Jack slaps her, her yelping in response as he crawls to her and forces her down, the ropes burning her slightly as she moves down, tears streaming down her face as he spreads her legs with force, jerking them back slightly, her mouth open not cries coming from her just soft whimpers with tears as he forces himself ontop of her staring at her, his eyes staring through the holes of his mask, beaming into her skull. Forcing her legs up to hover slightly in the air, quivering like a frightened animal in the woods.

He looks down to her sex, unhindered, in view. He climbs up to where his face is to her, the head of his dick brushing up to her pussy, slipping easily in just a inch, a tingle of the feeling rushing through her, she whimpers, almost gasping as he brings his head to her mouth and then to his, putting all his fingers down expect for his index finger. Putting it up to his mask, to the wide smile, a signal to stay quiet.

He puts his hands down near her, just to her sides enough room to hold himself up above her, touching the surface of tub as he slowly, inch by inch, pushed into her, his dick filling her slowly, every second with an almost silence in the air, her whimpers filling the bathroom. The contracting walls of her insides pushing against the skin of his dick, now throbbing and hard within her, pushing deep now.

Her breathing erratic, trying not to sob, she takes in his whole length now, inside her as he starts to thrust, gentle but hard with every push, increasing speed in his movements, a rhythm as she stays there, underneath him, tears still streaming slightly from her eyes, now mashing himself into her, she cant help but cry out as she whimpers more and more, loudly with every thrust.

Her hips bucking back with every thrust, legs jerking from the force as he stays silent, only fractured breathing coming from him, he pushes himself into her, her cry echoing through the bathroom as he keeps mashing himself into her, her entire body shaking, trembling underneath his weight as he grunts.

The walls connecting together, vision become blaring around his shape, shaking like an earthquake, a ringing vibration in her ears, becoming a disorienting mix of thrusts and cries, all muffling as she shakes about, pushing at anything, but his hands to her, and choking her throat she feels them around her neck as she coughs, blood running from her ears.

Her voice growing sharper and sharper, every moment ticking by but lasting an eternity within a clouded haze of disjointed dull colors, her pupils dilating as Jack pulls his hands of her neck and almost falls on-top of her, holding himself just above her for a few moments before thrusting in hard and laying atop her, leaning his head down to her side and facing the back of her mane as his orgasm overtakes him.

His nails digging into her coat as it pierces her, she breathes heavily, feeling the warmth inside her, himself staying in place not pulling out, milking himself into her. She lays still, unable to move, mane frazzled with hairs sticking out in various directions, fur damp and sweaty and he himself sweating from his skin, a drop of sweat drips from his hair and stains a spot on her fur just below her neck.

He breathes, staying inside her as she just lays there, a wreck, her limbs splayed around, a hoof on the tub side and a hoof on the side, drained of energy. Her chest pumping up and down, struggling to catch her breath, a loud exhale with every heavy pant, staring back at Jack.

Jack stays there for multiple minutes, his cock now limp inside of her, after a long minute he slowly pulls out, he breathes recklessly himself and falls backwards into the tub, his cock popping out from her and flopping onto his chest, a strand of cum connecting to her pussy as it stains his flesh, him laying there and staring back at Pipp from the other side of the tub, her cum filled pussy, smelling of foul stenches, musk and rape.

The scent of his semen filling her nostrils as she coughs slightly as he stands up, stepping out from the tub as she lies there, beginning to whimper. Freshly fucked, torn and bruised. He walks to the sink and turns the faucet as water rushes from it, extending his arm and opening his palm, filling it with water before quickly pulling it out and gliding it across his dick and around his chest and continuing to do it a couple more times before stopping and turning the faucet of as the water stops flowing downwards, opening the bathroom door and stepping out, leaving a crack open.

A few minutes pass before he steps inside again, with a whiteboard in his hand, letters, a word written on it in sloppy handwriting, almost a scribble as he walks to Pipp and climbs back into the tub, her tears streaming down her face as she reads what it says -

Hitch

Hitch walks In the pitch blackness of the night, carrying a flashlight, trudging through the middle of the woods, a grey color palette across the canvas. The darkness has devoured the light and the color, Hitch is carrying a small satchel with a camera inside of it, the very same camera, the very same one. With some canned beans and a water bottle, a quarter of the way finished as Hitch steps on a twig and it snaps.

"Has to be here somewhere, come on, been walking long enough" Hitch mutters to himself, staring at the phone that Pipp always used, the messages are open on an unknown messenger and caller, texted them hours ago and all it is says are coordinates.

Hitch puts the phone into the satchel and walks for a few more moments before shining the light straight, outline of a structure coming into view as Hitch hurriedly runs towards it, getting closer it is a large house, situated in the middle of the woods.

"This is it" Hitch whispers to himself as he shines the light towards the main door, walking to it he knocks and waits for an answer, waits and then knocks again, "Hello? anyone there?" Hitch shouts but nothing answers as he sighs, "Maybe there's a side door" Hitch walks away from the entrance and walks around the house to the side finding a pair of sliding doors as he goes to it and tries to open it and finds it not locked, as he opens it before noticing the curtains shuffling. The curtains quickly get pulled back as Jack steps into view from the darkness, wearing all black, including gloves as Hitch quickly runs of, around the side of the house and back to the entrance, hitting the door and trying to open it, desperately pulling on the door knob.

"Come on! Fuck!" Hitch screams as he is grabbed and slammed into the wall, blacking out.

Hitch awakens tied to a chair in an empty room, duct tape covering his mouth and hands, legs and hands also strapped with wires holding him against the chair, Hitch breathes heavily noticing his satchel opened, camera sitting next to it, Jack walks into the empty room, wearing all black with a knife in his hand, Hitch tries to escape by pulling his body but is unable to succeed in any way, Jack moves closer and with a sudden jolt, slices the Knife across the duct tape on Hitch's mouth as it falls of, the hilt of the knife cutting his lip slightly. Hitch breathes as he looks at Jack.

"I know you didn't bring me all the way here to kill me, you said you had plans for me" Hitch says as Jack tilts his head in response before grabbing the whiteboard and quickly scribbling words on it -

The Game Is Almost Over

Hitch looks up at Jack, "Where is Sunny? and Everypony else" Hitch says, anger and fear in his tone of voice, Jack wipes the words of and scribbles different words.

All Here

Hitch breathes a sigh of relief before asking, "And, where is Queen Haven?"

Jack tilts his head before wiping the words of and writing once more.

Only one word.

Dead

3 Days Ago

Jack pulls on Queen Haven's wings as she cries out, banging on the bathroom walls as she is forced down onto the bathtub, her face getting smashed into the wall as she bleeds from her forehead, Jack climbing onto her back as he quickly unbuckles his jeans and slides his cock into her pussy, wrapping a hand around her throat gagging her enough to barely breathe as she coughs and gurgles slightly, a piece of glass falling out of her mouth as some blood drips down.

She attempts to grapple onto the side of the bath but Jack grabs at the back of her head and pulls her backwards as she screams, a bone cracks in her hoof as she stumbles back down as Jack starts thrusting into her tight walls, ripping and forcing them open as his cock thrusts deeper and deeper into her pussy as it even starts to bleed, hard thrusts as he buries his face into her mane before titling his head to the side to where her left ear is, and breathing harshly into it, and moaning deeply, stopping for moments to lick the side of her face as her tears stain around her eyes as he roughly pushes himself into her, drool dripping from his mouth and some of it falling down from the mask and into her hair.

He breathes as he begins to slow down on his thrusts, a couple minutes later he stops, leaving his cock deep in her pussy as it throbs inside her, he breathes on her ear and leans down, softly licking it before stopping as he pulls out, cock slipping out as it stays hard, but slowly starts to soften as Haven tries to flap her wings before Jack kicks her in the back, kneeling down and grabbing her and turning her around hard, and slamming her back into the tub surface, the painful smash causes a small crack to form below her as he looks up at Jack, begging for him to stop with her harsh breathing as he kicks her in the face, his foot connecting with her nose hard, almost cracking it as he gets down to her, the scent from his cock flaring her nostrils as his now half-hard cock flops onto her face, the shape of it almost covering her vision as he grabs it and pulls it down across her nose.

He grabs her head with one hand and with one push, shoves his cock down her mouth as she gags. Retching as it throbs inside her throat, her eyes are scrunched, tears still streaming from them as thrusts it into her again and again, forcing her tongue to touch his shaft and down to his sweaty balls. She whimpers and chokes as it lays down on her tongue, coating the inside of the throat with the beading sweat. He grabs at the back of her head and forces his cock down her throat, as she starts choking his load hits the back and down, thick cum washing her throat as he pulls out, a couple lines of cum shoot out and stain her nose to her ears as she winces.

A thick trail of spit has coated his entire cock, down to his sack, cum leaking from her throat. She gags as she swallows his thick cum, his foul taste almost making her vomit but she keeps it in as Jack steps out from the bathtub, she lays there weak and broken, her wings unable to move or flap, she breathes heavily, her fur stained, the musk from his cock has filled the bathroom and her own body as she breathes.

He returns with a blade as she screams before she is silenced as the blade is shoved far into her throat and out as blood drips down and falls out, blood splattering out as blood flows down the tub surface, almost a fountain of blood flows from her neck before Jack pulls the blade out and stands as her life slowly starts to fade within seconds as she gurgles on her blood, trying to hold her hooves to her wound but unable as she lays there, blood soaking into her fur coat as Jack gets out of the tub and stands over the body, still holding the bloodied blade and the hoof holding it, dripping softly with blood.

He seems to sigh as he walks to the sink dropping the knife inside as he turns the faucet on as water flows down as he begins to wash his hands, wiping the blood of as he wipes the small stain of blood that stained the faucet when he turned it on, after a couple minutes he finishes as he turns it of and walks towards the bathtub, the now lifeless corpse of Queen Haven laying there, blood continued to drip but the drops were small and only fell from around her chin and mane, he walked out of the bathroom closing the door behind him.

20 minutes later

He returns wearing black gloves, carrying bleach as he sets it on the floor, grabbing a spray bottle as he walks to the bathtub looking at the lifeless corpse of Queen Haven as he climbs inside slightly, pushing her to the side and turning the faucet on as water starts to wash all the blood down the drain as he sprays water on a blood spot on the wall and around the edges of the tub as he walks back and puts it on the sink counter. Grabbing the towel he walks back over and starts to wipe the blood of, several minutes pass before he decides to turn the shower on to max as the water rains down onto him.

Jack sees the blood drip slowly down as it soon will wash away, he walks out the bathroom coming back a couple seconds later with febreze and a disinfection spray as he walks to the bathtub and sprays both the febrile and disinfection separate times as the smell starts to slowly being covered away as minutes pass.

He positions the body in the tub before shutting the faucet of, her body almost submerged in the water as he takes a puff at his cigarette before looking at the shower still running at max, he turns the shower of and cleans the rest of the blood thats left with bleach within 20 minutes as he looks at the now freshly cleaned bathroom. He walks to the sink and he throws his gloves in and the dirty towel and he washes it, adding a bar of soap and cleaning of the blood into the sink drain, minutes pass before he stops as he walks to the tub and pulls on the tub drain, the water slowly begins to sink out and into the drain, walking out the bathroom and grabbing the bleach, spray bottles and blade as he closes the door behind him, putting on his wet black gloves.

1 Hour Later

He comes back with a body bag and looks at the now empty bathtub as he pulls the body out and pushes it into the bag, moving it into place and forcing her wings down, almost ripping them with force as he shuts the body bag up and zips it closed shut. He takes a puff at his cigarette before opening the body as he kneels down and looks at her pussy, tilting his head for a second, before zipping the body bag back up.

He carries it down the halls to the entrance of the house as he walks outside, the sun setting as he walks to the nearby trees, he grabs the shovel that is stuck into the dirt, throwing the bag down as he begins to dig, dig, dig, dig, dig. Making a hole big enough as he shoves the body in and kicking it down as he sets the shovel down and unbuckles his jeans, pulling his cock out as he starts to masturbate, moaning slightly as he strokes down his length and to his tip as he strokes faster and faster. Minutes pass in seconds as he starts cum all over the body bag as he sighs, the last line of cum hitting where her face would be as he tilts his head pulling his jeans up as he grabs the shovel and starts shoveling all the dirt back, covering the bag with dirt, more dirt, and more before filling it up as nightfalls.

He walks back towards the house, shovel in hand as he reaches the door and opens it, walking inside quickly as he throws the shovel down to the floor and then he quickly rushes down the hallway, down to the last door at the end as he kicks it, Zipp startled as she awakens from the loud noise, laying on nothing but the mattress with Pipp in the corner of the room tied to a light stand, Jack quickly unbuckles his jeans and throws his black shirt over to Pipp as it lands around her legs as he slides out of his pants, all naked as he crawls quickly into the bed as Zipp pleads with him weakly before he slaps her across her mouth, Music beaming from his room.

He grabs her neck and then forces her down onto the bed as he gets on-top of her, completely blocking her view as he presses his mask to her face, reaching down as he strokes his cock before sliding it into her tight pussy, her walls clamping down onto him as he pushes and thrusts into her, the tip of his cock reaching her cervix.

Pipp cries in the corner, wings forced down by ropes, stuck to the wall with nails. Zipp moves her wings about, flapping and flinging them around, Jack grips her right wing and pushes his fingers into it as she screams, muffled by his hand around her mouth the saliva coats his palm, he pulls his hand hard from her mouth as he looks at it, some spit drips from it before he rubs into her mane, he pushes his weight over her, laying atop her as he pulls up his mask slightly, enough for his mouth to be visible as he forces his tongue down into her throat, touching her tongue with his as she gags slightly as he glides his hand through her mane, after a minute he stops, pulling his tongue out as he thrusts faster into her, he breathes harshly into her ear as he keeps thrusting, harder and harder and pushing as deep as he can into her, his tip touching her cervix with every thrust, he rubs his hand around her hind-legs, licking her lips before forcing his tongue into her mouth, over and over as he reaches his climax. Cries turning into screams as he cums. The warmth building up in her, Jack huffs as he gets of her and walks to Pipp, grabbing at her head and forcing his cock down her throat, the remaining cum from his dick flowing into her throat as she coughs slightly before he pulls his dick out, breathing as he looks over to his room.

Hitch begins to cry as he breathes, trying to speak before he stumbles over his words, tears streaming down his face, Jack tilts his head. Minutes pass. Hitch breathes as the tears slowly stop, stumbling over his words slightly before he looks up at Jack, Jack lifts his hand up to the wide smile on his clown mask.

"I think were gonna a fun night, Officer Hitch" Jack says, his voice harsh but almost normal. Confusion and fear stares back at Jack.

Hitch Exhales.