Things in the Dark
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Singers/Bands/Musicians › Gorillaz
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Adult +
Chapters:
1
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1,782
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0
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Gorillaz. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Things in the Dark
The Things in the Dark
People wonder…why? Why does he drink? Why does he smoke? Why does he hate? Why does he desire so much to hurt, to force his will and his fists on all those around him? Everyone wonders…but he’s the only one that knows…The only one that remembers…the only one that sees…
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There was no light in here except a teasing little strip that flitter in under the door. Murdoc’s father had taken to locking him in here when he was bad which wasn’t too terrible…until it started realizing that he was in there. Ever since he could remember he’d seen things in the dark. Shadows and shapes that were menacing in their anonymity. They looked like nothing but it didn’t make them any less frightening. They only ever came out in the dark…the dark was his enemy.
Murdoc gasped inaudibly when the small light under the door flickered out. His father had turned the hall light off. He was alone now…in the dark locked closet…alone…with it…the shadow. He heard it more than saw it circling closer and closer to his small huddled form. He closed his eyes. He didn’t want to see that many tentacle thing as it came closer. Its fingers looking like snakes writhing in torture its dead eyes glowing faintly. “It’s not real, it’s not real” the young boy chanted rocking back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. His mother had told him the thing wasn’t real, comforted him as he’d cried in his bed, but his mother had run off a few months ago and he’d been alone with his father and the thing started charging in closer to the frightened child.
He felt it then, the ragged breathing on the back off his neck and those fingers writhing up to tug at his clothes. Murdoc pulled away in blind fear and panic, banging at the door and screaming for mercy from his father. It started laughing moving closer again, this time succeeding to work those ever writing fingers under the young boy’s shirt. Feeling his chest move in rapid breath of fear and even maybe a little arousal as the tip of one tentacle like appendage circled his nipple. He was crying now…sobbing was more the word. It seemed to snarl forcing a tentacle into his mouth to silence him. It would rather feel him choke on the length in his mouth than hear the pitiful little sobs.
Murdoc gagged trying to pull away again before another tentacle wrapped firmly around his waist, tightening painfully. He bit at the thing in his mouth but the dark writhing shadow of tentacles and menace seemed only to laugh at his attempts as it ripped through the cloth of his shirt starting to do the same to his pants. Soon he was scared, sobbing and naked.
It only watched him now. Watched him fight and fail against the strong grip starting to encircle his wrists and ankles. It laughed and watched as he bit at the tentacle in his mouth, rocking his body in futile attempts to escape. It wondered if he realized how alluring it made him look. The way that tiny muscled body moved, but it really didn’t care…
Without warning Murdoc felt pains explode inside of him as a tentacle was forced inside of him. He screamed around the tentacle pushing eagerly at his throat. It felt as if someone had shoved a razor blade inside of him. He thrashed, but that only made it press deeper, press harder. He screamed and rocked trying to escape it. It laughed and flexed inside of him purposely moving more gently, starting to move to get the young body into a rhythm. To get the young boy hard and wanting.
It seemed to take forever for the pain to fade but now Murdoc couldn’t help but make little moans and mews around the ever present tentacle. He rocked in a different way. He rocked to feel more or the pleasure that he felt when the tentacle brushed a certain spot inside of him. Maybe it wanted to make him feel good. Another one of those shadowing appendages was tending his member now and Murdoc couldn’t help but feel himself lulled into a pleasured haze as he relaxed into everything.
It watched. It saw. It stopped.
He whimpered a silent plea to the shadow that was still surrounding him. It laughed as he arched in its grasp and responded. By forcing three tentacles into him at once. He screamed. There was no gentle easing into this sexual pain this time. There was no pleasure buried beneath. It was shear agony that made his vision go white then black as he felt himself being filled with a terrible warm liquid that stung the wounds inside of him. And then…he slipped into nothingness.
He awoke later to light streaming in from the now open door. “Get up you little faggot. Clean up this fucking mess you’ve made” Murdoc glanced around himself to see the blood and vomit around him. “Yes sir…” He pulled himself up only to feel more blood run down his bare legs. “Hurry up or I’ll lock you in there again.”
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Alright this is my first fic ever and i know that this is really a bad and sad concept but it's been eating at my head for a very very long time. Well anyway please please please review and tell me what you think.
People wonder…why? Why does he drink? Why does he smoke? Why does he hate? Why does he desire so much to hurt, to force his will and his fists on all those around him? Everyone wonders…but he’s the only one that knows…The only one that remembers…the only one that sees…
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There was no light in here except a teasing little strip that flitter in under the door. Murdoc’s father had taken to locking him in here when he was bad which wasn’t too terrible…until it started realizing that he was in there. Ever since he could remember he’d seen things in the dark. Shadows and shapes that were menacing in their anonymity. They looked like nothing but it didn’t make them any less frightening. They only ever came out in the dark…the dark was his enemy.
Murdoc gasped inaudibly when the small light under the door flickered out. His father had turned the hall light off. He was alone now…in the dark locked closet…alone…with it…the shadow. He heard it more than saw it circling closer and closer to his small huddled form. He closed his eyes. He didn’t want to see that many tentacle thing as it came closer. Its fingers looking like snakes writhing in torture its dead eyes glowing faintly. “It’s not real, it’s not real” the young boy chanted rocking back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. His mother had told him the thing wasn’t real, comforted him as he’d cried in his bed, but his mother had run off a few months ago and he’d been alone with his father and the thing started charging in closer to the frightened child.
He felt it then, the ragged breathing on the back off his neck and those fingers writhing up to tug at his clothes. Murdoc pulled away in blind fear and panic, banging at the door and screaming for mercy from his father. It started laughing moving closer again, this time succeeding to work those ever writing fingers under the young boy’s shirt. Feeling his chest move in rapid breath of fear and even maybe a little arousal as the tip of one tentacle like appendage circled his nipple. He was crying now…sobbing was more the word. It seemed to snarl forcing a tentacle into his mouth to silence him. It would rather feel him choke on the length in his mouth than hear the pitiful little sobs.
Murdoc gagged trying to pull away again before another tentacle wrapped firmly around his waist, tightening painfully. He bit at the thing in his mouth but the dark writhing shadow of tentacles and menace seemed only to laugh at his attempts as it ripped through the cloth of his shirt starting to do the same to his pants. Soon he was scared, sobbing and naked.
It only watched him now. Watched him fight and fail against the strong grip starting to encircle his wrists and ankles. It laughed and watched as he bit at the tentacle in his mouth, rocking his body in futile attempts to escape. It wondered if he realized how alluring it made him look. The way that tiny muscled body moved, but it really didn’t care…
Without warning Murdoc felt pains explode inside of him as a tentacle was forced inside of him. He screamed around the tentacle pushing eagerly at his throat. It felt as if someone had shoved a razor blade inside of him. He thrashed, but that only made it press deeper, press harder. He screamed and rocked trying to escape it. It laughed and flexed inside of him purposely moving more gently, starting to move to get the young body into a rhythm. To get the young boy hard and wanting.
It seemed to take forever for the pain to fade but now Murdoc couldn’t help but make little moans and mews around the ever present tentacle. He rocked in a different way. He rocked to feel more or the pleasure that he felt when the tentacle brushed a certain spot inside of him. Maybe it wanted to make him feel good. Another one of those shadowing appendages was tending his member now and Murdoc couldn’t help but feel himself lulled into a pleasured haze as he relaxed into everything.
It watched. It saw. It stopped.
He whimpered a silent plea to the shadow that was still surrounding him. It laughed as he arched in its grasp and responded. By forcing three tentacles into him at once. He screamed. There was no gentle easing into this sexual pain this time. There was no pleasure buried beneath. It was shear agony that made his vision go white then black as he felt himself being filled with a terrible warm liquid that stung the wounds inside of him. And then…he slipped into nothingness.
He awoke later to light streaming in from the now open door. “Get up you little faggot. Clean up this fucking mess you’ve made” Murdoc glanced around himself to see the blood and vomit around him. “Yes sir…” He pulled himself up only to feel more blood run down his bare legs. “Hurry up or I’ll lock you in there again.”
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Alright this is my first fic ever and i know that this is really a bad and sad concept but it's been eating at my head for a very very long time. Well anyway please please please review and tell me what you think.