Task Name:Welcome to Hell
Tier: 2
NPC or PC:NPC
Location:Ilusia
Crew, Team, or Personal:Personal
Description: Well, Derous is thrown into a cell at first and later on his tortured in varies ways. This will go on for about ten days before his day of execution. Also, during this time he will hear his guards talking about their plans. Not directly to him but to each other.  
Enemy Details: Doesn't matter
Boss: no

'If chaining me up in and leaving me in the darkness is all they can do... i'm saddened. As this is nothing, nothing I've not gone through already before. And I really was looking forward to something... sexy.. nah, not sexy. But something more twisted. As I've never been captured before... and really thought the Revs had something horrible up their sleeve.'...I guess I will hum to myself as wait, or fall to sleep.' Derous would think to himself, not finding this torture at all something new or maddening. His balls did itch though...

Hours would pass and Derous couldn't sleep, but his humming was A1. It made him feel good about himself and ready to just try and escape already, though the sound of footsteps would stop that notion. Derous felt it was time... felt like the fun would begin soon. Before his cell door would be opened though, he would hear people talking.

"No, rape. And make sure this one last for ten days... I will let you execute him in anyway after ten days. As I need to get a fucking plan together, got it? NO! Don't nob you fucking head while you have that cute ass mask on, remove it and show me that face. Big Sexy. Show me that face and tell me you understand." A loud, thunderous, voice would command. Derous wouldn't be able to hear this guy, big Sexy's, but he would hear his cell door begin to open. The sudden light would blind Derous' fr a few seconds, but when he would be able to, or try to, see the door would be shut. And the darkness will fill the room again.  

Derous would suddenly feel a cold hand on his chest, but see nothing when he looked forward. He couldn't really look down as the chains didn't allow that, he would though know that someone was now laying on him. He would try to speak but the chains only made his words sound muffled, so no one would understand what he was saying. Well, he though no one would understand what he was saying.

"Oh... Big Sexy hears you my dear... I-I hear you, let me help you.." Big sexy would say as he would move up, place both his hand son the chain that cover Derous' mouth. And in one motion would remove it, not with a key but with his brute strength.

"Thank you err... Big Sexy. Are you the one to be torturing me? If so... you suck at it." Derous would say as he would look the mask wearing creep in the face, not liking the guy already. The mask ad only a mouth on it, and didn't look complete. Well, unless the guy want his mask like that.


"Oh, i'm sorry... I don't really torture people. I-i'm not some cruel person like that. B-but, what type of person are you? Derous is it?" Big Sexy would say as he, or it, would begin, in a sensual manner, rub the cheek of Derous. It's hands extremely cold as if he was a corpse, it was extremely something peculiar.

"Yea, that is my name. But if you aren't going to torture me... then what the hell was up with your comrades? Why is being here with you... so bad?" Derous would ask, truly confused about this guy, or thing. It had to be one of the weirdest things he has gone through in awhile.

"Such... a beautiful name, I like it. Derous? Can I make you look better? N-not like you don't look good now, it is just that... you have that beard and long hair. I-it just doesn't fit the image I have of you." Big Sexy would tell him, ignoring everything Derous had asked.

"...Do whatever you like... Big Sexy." Derous would say, seeing that his torture was just going to be him in this room with this insane idiot. It was new, he had to give them that, but it was also a pretty pitiful way to torture someone.

'Why does everything feel slower? Why does the pain last longer...why does it...why does it feel like more than it should be? He stop awhile ago... but why? Why is the sensation so.... so...' Derous would stop thinking and finally be able to let out a bloody cry of pain, his body just not letting him to do such. Tears stream down his face. Tears of someone broken down.... someone that wishes that it all will end soon. Hoping that the end will come just  bit faster. Tossing away all dreams he had... all the goals he has put up for himself mean nothing to him now, as he just wants to be free of the pain. Free of the nightmare.

Okay, so what happened was that two days ago Derous have a trim up. Big Sexy got rid of that disgusting beard and fixed his hairstyle to something more to it's liking. Something that it though fit Derous, no Thomas, as that was his real name. A haircut that fit Thomas Tew. How Big Sexy came to find this out was simply giving him two shots. One to make Thomas tell Big Sexy everything about him and another to make things feel a bit.... slower and more pleasurable, or in Thomas' case painful. Theses two, unknown, drugs would only last for ten days, and that is how long they needed to last.

With just one of them, the second one described, Thomas didn't even need to be chained up anymore. "Thomas, you are so.... so kind. You haven't told anyone about this besides those people, how.. h-how beautiful. I feel we are connected... connected on a more..personally.. le-  Boss said no to that Big Sexy! No doing that nasty stuff with this one...yet." Big Sexy would be talking to himself, as Thomas wasn't listening. Everything moved to slow for him to understand it.

'Okay, it is gone... I can get my energy back... I can rest for a bit...' Thomas would think to himself as he thought the pain would finally be gone, but it would only return. And once again he would let out a bloody cry.

Big Sexy would look at Thomas, the man just lying there on the ground, letting out a cry of help ever ten minutes and crying. All Big Sexy has done was remove his fingernails and toenails one by one, no that pain full. Big Sexy was just making Thomas look nicer... and he had the right. Thomas said that Big Sexy could do whatever he wanted, just like ever other marine brought here. They said he could do what he wanted... so they shouldn't cry when it is too much for them. Big Sexy is just having fun with them, connecting with them on a personally level.

But, if they wanted him to stop. Why didn't they say "Stop Big Sexy." they didn't because they liked it. Well, that is how Big Sexy sees it. If they didn't like it they would just get up and leave, he only gave them drugs that he takes himself. Though, the effects may not be the same as theirs. Thinking about it though Big Sexy is one not to go back on his word, so he won't let those people go back on theirs either.

"Did you know, Thomas. That it started to rain really hard when you where brought here... and it hasn't stopped yet. Strange right? Yea, I thought so to. But I think it is a sigh... I think someone in the heavens is crying, but I don't know the reason." Big Sexy would be saying as he would be simply doing Thomas' nails. Since he removed Thomas' old fingernails he had to give him knew ones. Fake nails wouldn't do so he used some scarps of metal. Not really scarps as Big Sexy asked to have them made special for Thomas, make them fit. Err, not fit. Long enough so that when pushed into his skin they would stay and wouldn't fall out.

It took Big Sexy about twenty minutes, probably felt like hours to Thomas, to put them all in. And currently Big Sexy is still painting them black to make them look natural. "Wow! You hear that Thomas? Those guards outside sure talk a lot... speaking on what the boss plans to do in... two days. I don't blame them, a lot of people will die most likely. Don't worry though... I am going to be with you till the end Thomas."


Thomas would just be nodding his head, things moving almost at the same speed as before the drug, but he also has lost most of his mind. He just wanted it all to end... he wanted Big Sexy to make sure he would make it to the end safety, strangely. Yes, Thomas wanted the man who put him through all of this to take care of him. As his spirit had already been broken after the second day of being int he cell with Big Sexy.

Each night, after the fourth night, Thomas his held by Big Sexy. As tears of blood run down his face he hold Big Sexy tighter, not a way a lover does another, but how a frighted child hold on to their parent. Big Sexy though....thinks of it as the two of them getting on a personal level. A bond being made that only death can sever.


This is how it all happens. When a Marine, or group, is brought into this revolutionary base they are brought to Big Sexy. They are given an amount of days they are to stay with him in this cell, which is actually Big Sexy's cell. Within this place Big Sexy doesn't torture them, well he doesn't see it as that, but rather talk to them. And they all seem to tell him. "...Do whatever you like... Big Sexy." so he does. Giving them a drug he uses on himself everyday, they though can't take it like him. And they end up losing their mind, or wanting Big Sexy to see them to the end. Yes, Big Sexy does horrible things to that is inhumane. But he doesn't really know better... and it just does it cause they said he can do what he wants. They are like dolls he gets to play with.

"Thomas... y-you.. are the only person I was allowed to have for ten days, and you are special to me. You are... the one I have wanted to do this with the most." Big Sexy would say as he would, in a sensual manner, run it's hand down the scarred, bruised, and bloody torso of Thomas. At the center of Thomas' chest it would stop and, utilizing it's index finger, begin to slowly push it's finger into the small crevice. This making the wound there gradually increase in size and severity. Thomas, wouldn't cry out in pain as he watched this happen but rather gaze in awe. As, finally, he realized this hell was something he might manage to make it through. Maybe, if he just tried to gain just a little of his energy.

In all honesty this has been the worst experience Thomas has gone through his entire life, and his time a slave was nothing compared to this experience. The grueling battles that he lost was just a mere spec to this immense amount of pain. Suddenly the doors to the cell would swing open. And some man would scream into the room notifying Big Sexy that everyone was leaving the base and heading to the battle.

Big Sexy would abruptly remove his finger from the wound on Thomas' chest. In a disapproving manner Big Sexy would wag his finger at the man. "I don't care.... Th- Derous only have a few hours left in this world with us, and I intend to spend them with him. But you, along with a few others can stay and guard the door. When I am done we all will head to the battle and assist the boss." Big Sexy would say before turning his attention back to Thomas. The cell door shutting shortly after.

"Now and forever I will protect everything you told me..Thomas. As unlike the others... I love you Thomas" Big Sexy would say as he would hold Thomas close once more, embracing him. But then Big Sexy would lay Thomas down, and remove all of his articles of clothing. "I love you so much... I will give you love the boss said I couldn't give you, and then I will devour you body and soul, Thomas. So you can live on with within me."


Thomas, lying naked on the ground, would now begin to see Big Sexy transform. Turning from his human form into what he truly was, a strange monster. Thomas, will a suddenly new found energy, crawl over to the wall. There he would use the wall as support to stand on his feet. "Big Sexy... my name is Derous.... just Derous, and i'm done. I done depending on you to end it, as you have lost you allure. So, let me, be the one to end you." Derous would say with a bloody, cheeky, smile.