Warning: This work has been rated 18+ for language, violence, and mature content.
TW: Blood - Gore - Violence - Past sexual encounters - Drugs - Swearing - cannibalism
Alaric
Half Eaten
All I could remember was it was cold, and... Damp? I slam my head up, the world spinning like I just got slammed into a wall, a big fat cold wall. I place my head in my hand for a few seconds, groaning as shivers go down my spine.
"Wake up fatass!"
Cold metal slapped across my face, I felt my teeth shatter in their gums, holding on y a thread astray bleed out splitting my cheek open. when my face plummets to the ground, all I could hear was their sinister cackles like pure demons from hell. I took the chance to look around date room, cold, sterile with rust all across littered with vines and moss, with a broken window. I sighed and started to bring my bruised body up.
"Is that any way to wake your brother up?" i spat out, blood dripping down my nose mixing with more fluids I did NOT want to know were from.
"You owe me money you... you bastard! and I get what I fucking want!"
He screamed at me, spitting out, his grip on the pipe tightened as my blood drips down to his wrists, his pupils dilate and spit runs down his chin.
"What fucking drugs are you on?" I scoffed "I might need to borrow some-" before I could finish I felt the cold sting as he slams the pipe across my head once again, I screamed slightly in surprise and agony as I hit the floor, my warm blood spewing out like an unstoppable broken faucet.
"Do that again and I'll fucking beat your ass!" I yelled, the pain getting worse, it's messing with my fucking head, but then again, he is pissing me off. He tries again, aiming for my throat with a brutal battle cry, it sounded dry and hoarse. SHLINK!
I took the glass out his chest. i felt it again. I put it in and out, slowing down and going faster as I shove my hand further into his chest, my palm and fingers bleeding from the glass. I heard every little squish as I slam my hand further into his warm warm chest. I felt his organs pumping and working across my hand, so slimy, so.. so... good. I felt myself get out of breath as I slinked my hand further into his chest as he screamed and struggled in agony, I felt as his life slipped away. I slithered my hand up to his heart, grabbing his beating organ, squeezing it. If I can't lie, this made me horny. I squeezed tighter, breaking a broken smile across my face, my cheeks flushing as I started pulling. I felt him twitch in agony as I calmly shush him.
"Shhhh its almost over.. Just a little more.." I breathed as I pulled the final tug.
Seeing his heart beat in my hand for me made my own tingle, I giggled as his body stopped moving, the pipe completely falling. I looked at the pipe, the gripped hand mark of my brothers poor hand stained and bent the pipe in. i traced my eyes back to the heart, something.. pulling me towards its.. beautiful liquid pumps... I brought it closer to my face, its pure blood stains washing in with its fluids made me feel things I could never explain. I opened my mouth before...
"W-what the fuck did I do!?" I felt my head stopped spinning, my mind clearing as if I just woke up from a nightmare that won't end.
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Saw you doing reviews and decided to show up for your story :3

Alrighty let’s head right in: Can you rly slam your head up? You might want to use a different verb here, especially bc it will get rid of the repetition of “slammed into a wall” that follows :3
Oha… If the teeth shatter, I thought there would be a bigger reaction O_O
Hmmm I kinda wish you would have given a little more context. Like, is your MC regularly beaten while waking up? Then maybe you could have a quick sentence or two to establish that, just business as usual. I also wish why they’re provoking their brother and why there seems to be so little reaction (is it not painful?) to the assault…
Maybe also establish where they get the glass from? =D
That said the heart in their hand is a really good image~ I like that they actually do think abt the implications and kinda also the metaphors.
I guess an argument could be made for self-defence here.
Very visceral story, a bit too much on the bloody side (how are they still alive??) and yeah, like Noridori said, a lot of typos :3
I know I SUCK at finding typos LOLL AND THANK YOU FOR YOUR OPINION I'm still a new writer and im trying to find myself in the art of writing too SO YAYY THANK YOU FOR READINGG
i spotted your recent review and wanted to check you out lol. the short description of this piece immediately drew me in and i’m glad it did.
i really enjoy how you don’t shy away from the gore, and reading this gave me actual visceral reactions. i usually don’t stumble upon grisly writing like this so it was certainly and experience lol, i also really like your use of italics
that being said there are a few things i want to point out.
‘i’ should always be capitalized, and there are also some places where you don’t capitalize the first letter of a new sentence. just a quick read-through would do this piece some good to fix little things like that.
there are also some sentences i think could benefit from being broken up or slightly rephrased. for example, ‘He screamed at me, spitting out, his grip on the pipe tightened as my blood drips down to his wrists, his pupils dilate and spit runs down his chin.’ is pretty long and there are several ways you could break it up naturally. also i’m not entirely certain what you mean by ‘spitting out’. if you meant it like he spat out the words it clashes since you’ve already used a word to describe it, screamed. if you meant that he spat on the narrator i’d recommend clarifying that by rephrasing slightly.
the part where he picked up the glass confused me a bit. it’s a good element but it felt a bit out of the blue. i’d recommend including a part where picks up a shard of glass so it feels more grounded and natural in the narrative.
i’d also really like to see you describe his pain in more detail to match the rest of the story. you do a great job of describing both of the character’s actions and we get a lot of descriptions of his blood and teeth and other stuff, but then when he gets hit in the head all he feels is the sting? i think i’d be a great addition to give more time to describing his pain here to immerse the reader even more.
there are also some typos toward the beginning of this text.
‘...holding on y a thread astray bleed…’ - i’m assuming it’s meant to say ‘holding on by a thread as they’
however i’m not sure what you mean by ‘date room’? while reading i assumed it was meant to say ‘the room’, but i could be mistaken. either way there should be a ‘the’ in that sentence.
‘I did NOT want to know were from.’ - i’m assuming it’s either meant to be ‘where’ from or ‘where they were from’
finally i just wanted to say i really liked the ending. i like the way you cut off right before he presumably eats the heart, it creates a lot of suspense. this was a really unique and intriguing piece, great work!
THANK YOU and yeah I have so many typos I can't even to BEGIN t fix them AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR OPINION I LOVE THAT IT HAD AN EFFECT ON YOU IT WAS MY POINT EXACTLY THANK YOUUU