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Resonate	By : memory Category: Kingdom Hearts > General Views: 8147 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-act 1
- 2-Interlude
- 3-act 2
- 4-act 3
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Author Notes: After this brief interlude, there will be two more complete acts. Thank you, everyone, for your readership! A special thanks goes out to my reviewers—the men and women brave enough to have actually read the first act. But, I’ll warn you right now that things are only going to get much worse. In the meantime, I present to you a question: Do you think happy endings really exist?

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[start interlude]

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I’m—

“You raped me,” Sora said, staring blankly at the floor.

He was shivering. He hadn’t been able to stop shivering since he woke up. Blood and cum was all over the floor, sticky and smelly, and the burning pain in his ass had been traumatic enough to prevent him from standing at all.

None of what had happened was real. None of what had happened could have been real, and yet the evidence of it surrounded him, covered him. The displaced pain of it rendered his insides. He was completely naked and the rest of his clothes—including his jumpsuit, underwear, shoes, and socks—were nowhere to be found.

Sometime during the night, Axel had removed the handcuffs. Sora was trying clumsily to massage feeling back into his hands, but they continued to feel as numb as his head did.

“But you liked it.”

Axel leaned his face against the peoplecage’s bars and ran his tongue along the side of one. A teasing flicker made the metal sing, baritone and sotto voce. From just that glimpse, entirely against his will, Sora’s cock began to harden.

Sora shut his eyes and thought he didn’t want to think anymore.

This is . . .

When Axel offered him another Potion, Sora didn’t hesitate to drink it. He pulled out the cork, toasted the kidnapper and rapist and homosexual pedophile, and guzzled down the fizzling blue liquid. It wasn’t enough to repair all the damage that had been done—he was going to walk with something of a limp until everything healed on its own—but at least he stopped bleeding.

Axel raped him again with the hour, efficiently rupturing all that had been mended.

—I’m not yours!

In the aftermath of yet another rape, Sora sunk into the customary, familiar, blissful numbness and let his mind wander.

The fantasy was always the same:

It started off as these things usually did, with him bloody and broken and dead to the world. He swung listlessly in the middle of the peoplecage on that oversized swing; Axel watched him from off to the side, his eyes dark and wanting. Sora knew that pretty soon the man would be on him again, forcing his way inside past even less resistance than last time.

But instead of cutting right to the chase, Axel chose to stand in front of his captive, gloating about his conquest over the esteemed Keyblade Master. According to Axel, Sora would come to understand what it meant to be Axel’s wholly in body, mind, and spirit. Sora tilted his head back and hung on to every word, eyes trained on the monster, his hands folded over his flaccid penis.

Axel reached down to touch the boy’s face, scrape one nail across his cheek. That was when Sora struck.

The keyblade went through Axel’s stomach surprisingly easily. Axel looked down, eyes comically wide, and wet his hands on the darkly colored blood gushing out of his body as if from a fountain. Sora twisted the handle and severed Axel’s spinal column; blood sprayed out at him, covered his face and hair, and he found some satisfaction in the unnatural ashen taste of it. Too shocked to speak, Axel tried to grab Sora’s wrist to make him pull out the keyblade, but Sora remained firm and Axel quickly lost the strength to fight him.

When he tore out the keyblade, Sora grinned in the same perverse way Axel used to and laughed at the septic drainage of blood, meat, and unidentifiable black chunks that smelled and felt disgusting. Sora was willing to bet that these black chunks were parts of Axel’s darkness, which was already disintegrating after such a lethal blow from the keyblade. Axel opened his mouth wide in protest, but all that came out was vomit composed of more blood and rotten meat. It was the fastest-acting hemorrhagic fever in existence. Sora closed his eyes and licked the shaft of the keyblade, just once, and marveled at the taste of disease. Axel was boggled, clearly at a loss for words (especially when his lungs and esophagus had already collapsed) as he slowly sunk down onto his knees.

Sora shoved Axel onto his back with a thrust of the keyblade. Just as Axel had when their roles were reversed, Sora mounted the prone body and hissed in Axel’s face all the profanities he did not have the presence of mind to say beforehand.

“Don’t you see what you’ve done to me?” Sora demanded, his voice rising with hysteria. “I’ll make you see!”

Tearing through optic nerves with your bare hands sounded a lot easier than it really was, but Sora’s adrenaline provided enough strength to rip Axel’s poison green eyes from their sockets. Sora couldn’t stop laughing when the empty sockets began to fill back up with blood, because Axel was screaming louder and shriller than he ever had before and he thrashed, he fought, he begged and pleaded and yet Sora did not move. Blood and vitreous fluid shined on Sora’s hands as he lifted up one eye and tore into it with his teeth, rupturing the membrane, and consumed Axel like Axel had attempted to consume him.

Axel never lost consciousness during this process. He was awake for every last torturous procedure Sora wanted to perform on him, because somewhere along the line “I’ll make you pay” had become “I’ll torture you and kill you slowly.”

Already as hard as a rock from seeing a man he so hated being ruined like this, Sora clawed his way up the seizing body and dipped his cock into one warm cesspool of an eye socket. The warmth welcomed him, pulled him closer like Kairi’s vagina might have (albeit while it was menstruating), although he pressed into it under no false pretenses about who this was. Sora ground his cock against the lacrimal bone, cracked it, and didn’t even care when a sharp edge cut into his glans. All the while, his hands threaded through Axel’s bloody hair to pull until fistfuls of it came out, and Axel screamed and screamed and screamed as he lifted his hands to beg the heavens for forgiveness.

Ejaculate swirled into the blood. The sight of it was a heady thing to Sora, who was already so drunk on the power to hurt someone with righteousness; he moved on to the second eye socket to fuck it with even greater enthusiasm than he had the first. Axel’s tortured screams went in and out of perceptibility, because sometimes Sora forcefully placed his scrotum over Axel’s mouth to shut him up, and Axel dared not bite it.

Sora went on to rape every unorthodox orifice available to him that his excited, revenge-lusting mind had enough imagination to work out the logistics for. Eye sockets, ear canals, the mouth, even that hole he had created in the man’s chest with the keyblade—all of it became his obscene sexual playground. Axel was his to abuse and destroy. Axel was his toy.

It didn’t occur to Sora until afterwards that the graphic violence of his fantasies was shocking, gross, heinous, disgusting, frightening. He had no problem hating someone with every fiber of his being now; he had no problem seeing blood being spilled, seeing himself slathering blood on his penis and liking it. He had never been someone who wanted to hurt others, even scourges like Axel, and now his imagination was slavering at the chance to tear Axel apart. Maybe Axel deserved it, maybe, but—

But what? Axel deserved it. He deserved everything that came to him.

Lately, Sora was becoming more afraid of himself than he was of Axel.

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