(writing one about ghb bc hes the bessssst<3)
You sat in the large bed that you and your matesprit shared. It was completely quiet today, the little purple grubs were still sleeping, and Grand Highblood was probably culling lowbloods or humans elsewhere. You stayed on your phone, reading Gog knows how many fanfictions (which were all lemon i might add-) on deviantART.
As you're reading, you hear a loud slam. You nearly jump out of bed, "Jegus, what the hell?!" You cursed. You then hear loud shouting and curses. "Baby, its too early for this shit..." You mutter to yourself, heavy foot step get closer and louder. Hmmm, who would that be?
Grand Highblood's bloody colorful clubs drop to the floor with a loud thud, and his face has a very, very pissed off look. He's pretty much pissed all the time, yeah. But you still didn't like it. He lets out a aggravated sigh, sitting on the edge of the bed. You turn off your phone and crawl toward h
All that you could wonder--what is the Dark Carnival? Some sort of afterlife or god? It had to be. You were lost in your own thoughts, trying to dislocate yourself from reality when the harsh tugging on your chains put your mind into perspective. The metal scrapped against your already raw wrists and caused you to bite your lip in pain. You refused to make a sound, refused
As you examined your room, which had a small dresser next to your bed and a mirror hanging a few inches over it, you realized how small it was. Perhaps another prison, forbidding you from speaking to the other prisoners. Forbidding you to speak to Karkat.
You felt tears prick at your eyes and as you raised your hands to wipe them away. Then, you realized, they were wrapped in bandages. You stared, wide-eyed, for a few moments before your hand snaked up to touch your cheek. Bandaged. All the bandages were clean, free from any spot of blood. How long have you been here?
Suddenly, you heard the door opening. You recoiled once again and you slammed your body up against the corner of the wall... as if that would save you. Who you saw entering the r
The chains bit into the skin of your wrist even further now, as you were slightly suspended in the air. Crimson blood was running down your arms in what seemed to be rivers, yet you hadn't bothered to check. Your head felt fuzzy, you felt as though you kept nodding out. But all the while, your thoughts were possessed by The Grand Highblood. He hadn't culled you. He sent you to this infernal place of torture and despair. Was this better than death, was it worse? Again... you hadn't a clue.
"Would you wake the fuck up, nooksucker?" You heard a familiar voice in a cell to the right of you, further from the door in which the highblooded guards stood at attention. "I've been watching you fall asleep on yourself like a little grub th