#body switching

So yeah, I was afraid that we might switch back. And guess what?! Fuck yeah we didn’t. Shut, I’m already thinking more swear words than before, guess that must be a side effect of being in Mr. Mills’s body. Or of having such a huge body!

Oh man, I freaking love the pecs. I don’t know if I’d rather keep this body or be someone else to enjoy this body from a different point of view. It sure is a big change from my regular body. I wonder how Mr. Mills is doing in mine. Screw that idiot, I’ll enjoy a lot of him today at school. Gotta start the morning right first!

I pulled the briefs and set free my new manhood, already semi-hard

After enjoying a nice jerk-off session, for the first time in my life just appreciating my body, I went to the shower to clean myself off.

I have to find a way to stay in this body, this is something that I just can’t give up.

I stood naked in the bathroom, watching my reflection. Doing poses. I got a bit curious. I searched and found a tape measure. “Let’s see how big you really are.” I jerked it a bit to get hard again, which didn’t take me long. “Holy shit… Daddy is hung!”

Suddenly my phone vibrated. Unknown number. It was a text from Jake.”Are you still him?”

I called him on facetime. “Sup fag.”

Jake:”Dude, you’re still in his body! That is so amazing!”

Me:”How is your ass?”

Jake:”Hurts like hell, but definitely worth it. I can’t wait to see you again.”

Me:”We gotta be careful around Mills and others, ok?”

Jake:”But what if I’ll be too horny? I tasted blood and I want moooore!”

Me:”Can’t get enough of these bad boys?” I said and flexed.

Jake:”Oh man. I wanna tell everyone that Mills fucked me. Wait… is that tape measurei n your hand? You dirty bastard. So how big is it?” Me:”Almost nine freaking inches! Crazy right?!”

Jake:”Yeah, my ass agrees.”

A text from my number came:”Pick me up in 15 minutes”

Me:”Fuck, it’s Mills. He wants me to pick him up. He probably wants to talk about what we’re gonna do at school.”

Jake:”Dude, you’re gonna have to teach!”

I froze. Fuck, Mills is a teacher. Yeah, he teaches PE, but he also teaches healthcare sometimes.

Me:”What am I gonna do? I don’t know anything that Mills does. What if they figure it out?”

Jake:”Don’t worry they won’t. They’ll just think that Mills didn’t sleep well today.”

Me:”Ok, maybe he’ll tell me what to do. See you soon.”

Jake:”See you, daddy” Jake responded, winking.

I looked at myself in the mirror. So far I could only enjoy the fruits of this swap. Now came the hard part. Pretending to be the other person.

I saw my muscles again. God how beautiful I am now. Like a Greek god. I flexed my biceps and snapped a photo for later.

Time to head out.

I picked up Mr. Mills already waiting at the curb in front of my house looking frustrated.

He got in the car without saying anything first.

Mills:”Just drive”

Me:”Where? The school doesn’t start for another hour.”

Mills:”I’ll tell you how to pretend to be me.” he said in a bored, emotionless tone

Me:”Are you ok?”

Mills:”Of course I’m not fucking ok. I lost my hot body to an alien student. How the fuck do you think I feel?!”

I stopped the car. This crossed a line. “Look. I’m not the one who caused this, but if you’re gonna keep on with that racist bullshit, I’m gonna destroy your life, understand? Not only will I get you fired, but I’ll make you a gay pornstar. Besides, do you see you muscles? I’ll beat your ass. Maybe you haven’t noticed, but you’re not caucasian now, so maybe all of this is just a lesson for you to be more empathetic. So do not tempt me! Understand?!”

Mills had fear plastered all over his face. No one probably threatened him in years. He responded quietly:”Understand.”

I kept on driving. We stopped at the parking lot in front of school. I gave him some brief info about my classes and told him to mostly stick to Jake, not to stand out and not to swear. He then told me what classes he had today and for the healthcare lessons he instructed me to play a movie. Easy. We decided to meet afterschool in the gym. We’d try to switch back.

He left the car right after Jake arrived. Mills looked puzzled from my monologue before and Jake probably noticed. They were walking towards school. Jake turned his head at me and winked. As a reward I flashed him a biceps flex and smiled.

The PE was pretty easy. I just used a whistle, kept on encouraging them and tried not to scream. Some of the students that were usually scared to even enter the room looked more comfortable today.

But the healthcare classes started horribly. The first class was supposed to be about healthy diet and exercise. The movie that Mills recommended wasn’t available, so I had to improvise. Then I figured I could turn this around. I picked four guys in the class who I knew were gym rats. I took off my shirt and started flexing in front of them. I instructed one of them to come and point at the muscles and the class had to name the muscles. How interactive of me, right? Maybe I should consider being a teacher. Most of the class was amused and I even saw one girl taking a quick photo of me.

I thought that everything went smoothly, until I was called into the principal’s office. Yes, me. As Mr. Mills.

I entered the room.

Principal:”Hello, Carl. Sit down, please.”

I did as instructed and watched the principal unsure what was about to happen.

Principal:”Carl, I’m gonna give you one last chance ok.”

Me:”What do you mean?”

Principal:”It’s one thing that you’re screaming at the students, calling them out for their sexual orientation or personal beliefs. I even protected you when the students came to tell me you were hitting on the older students. But today a student came to me to show me a photo of you, shirtless in the class, showing off in front of them. What were you thinking?”

Me:”We were supposed to talk about exercise. I felt that showing the groups of muscles would be interactive and motivational.”

Principal:”That’s not how the mothers of these students will see it. They think you are preying on them. Begging me to fire you.”

Me:”I don’t know what to say.”

Principal:”Don’t say anything. Just don’t make me do the worst. This is your last chance. Leave.”

I left the office feeling kinda bad and angry at Mills. Hitting on students at school? What was he thinking? Yeah I fucked Jake last night, but that’s something different. I’ll have to be more careful from now on.

I met Mills at the gym. We tried recreating the moment, but besides a few bruises, nothing happened. Mills even cried for a moment.

I suggested that he could show me how to work out in his body so that I would maintain his routine. This seemed to get him excited.

Working out at the gym was pretty easy. This body is really strong and used to all of this. It even started to feel good and fun, as if exercising regularly didn’t have to necessarily be painful and boring.

Mills left to go to the bathroom. I snapped a quick photo after posing in the mirror.

Mills:”We said no photos!”

Me:”Yeah we did, except you’re posting these superficial gym photos on your Insta every day. So I figured if we don’t want to let others know about this…”

Mills thought about it for a while and then took the phone from me. He added some hashtags and edited the photo.

We didn’t go to the shower and headed straight to the car. I took him home. We sat quietly in the car for a moment.

Me:”I got a warning from the principal today. He said that it’s your last chance for all the hitting on students and my failure today.”

Mills:”Screw that cocksucker. He thinks he knows what he’s doing and he doesn’t. Maybe just lay low before we fix all of this.”

Me:”Fine, ready to go? I think my mom wants to do quesadillas today. So you better go and help her out.”

Mills looked nervous all of a sudden

Me:”Everything ok? You don’t like Mexican food or what?”

Mills had tears in his eyes again. “No, the food is amazing. And your family is really nice. I am a bit jealous to be honest. My family is broken and we don’t talk to each other. So this is really nice.”

Me:”Ok, I am actually glad you get to experience that. So why the tears?”

Mills:”I… I can’t speak spanish. I don’t know what they say to me most of the time…”

I laughed it off and told him the most common phrases that the González family uses the most. He felt relieved when he found out that it’s a bit repetitive and left the car.

I arrived at Mills' house. Finally alone. I didn’t even take off my clothes soaked from the sweat after the workout. I just entered the bathroom and turned on the shower. I even used the cold water this time! I took the shower head all the way to my face and let the water run down all over my body.

The shirt soaked in the water and soon became transparent. My nipples struggling to pierce the fabric. The wet shirt hugging my frame was a nice touch to the feeling of being big and bulky. I still can’t believe why Mills wouldn’t just stay at home all the time and just appreciate his body. I would.

I placed the shower head back and took off the shirt.

Releasing my imprisoned pecs. Finally being able to feel them and touch them. My dick was getting hard again just after the simple touch alone. I took a bit of shampoo and washed my hair, massaging my scalp. After that I leaned my head backwards and just let the water do it’s thing. I thought about jerking off right there, but maybe waiting for Jake would be better.

I got out of the shower, wrapped a towel around my waist and texted him.

“Hey, is your ass ready for another round?”

Jake:”Sorry, daddy. Family dinner. Can’t make it tonight.”

“Dude, we don’t know how long I have left in this body. You’d just waste it?”

Jake:”I know… but you know my parents. And trying to come up with an excuse for visiting my teacher in the evening is not really strong against them. Sorry”

I threw the phone on the couch

“Ok, so what now.” I looked around the room. Not really happy that I’d be alone here tonight.

Maybe I don’t have to be…

I downloaded Grindr. Set a profile picture. Sure, but some people might know who MIlls is. Maybe just his chest will work. I found some briefs in the bedroom and approached the mirror. 

“Yeah this is good. I’ll edit the head out.” Maybe I was being too soft on Mills, but I kind of didn’t want to cause too much trouble for him. Yeah, I guess I shouldn’t screw around in his body, but fuck it. A MAN has needs. And I surely am a really BIG one now.

I set up the photo, maybe revealing a bit too much.

But the messages kept flowing in. I could choose someone! Me! I tried Grindr before, but I guess my blank profile wasn’t exactly popular at the time. Now, everybody wanted to fuck me.

I decided to pick one guy. Hot body, twink, young, not too far and has a car. I texted him the address and waited. I remained just in briefs before he arrived and rang the bell at the front door.

I went to open them. To my surprise, my bully Alex stood there. Alex was shocked just as I was.

Alex:”Oh. I think I have the wrong address. I am so sorry, Mr. Mills.”

I didn’t really want anyone to know about this, but nevermind. There is no going back. “Alex, wait. The address is ok. Come in. I won’t hurt you.” I invited him and asked him to go to the living room.

Even with all of these muscles, I was still just a scared little nerd, that this guy in front of me would beat me up. But this time he acted differently. Oh right, that’s because he’s afraid of Mr. Mills. And now, he went for a hookup and to his surprise his teacher opened the door. I know he’s rethinking whole life right now.

Me:”You want anything to drink, Alex?”

Alex:” Ehm.. ugh… no I, I think I’m ok. Thank you.”

Me:”So Alex. By your profile I suggest you’re a bottom, if you were honest?”

Alex:”Yeah. No. It was just a joke. I have a girlfriend. I should go.”

Me:”Oh come on. I won’t tell anyone. I can be discreet. Only if you can be.”

Alex:”I can.”

Me:”Then there is nothing to worry about. Is it?” I said and leaned in closer. Jesus, it’s my second day of being in my teacher’s body and I was already on my way to sleep with a second student of mine.

We started making out on the couch. Our tongues twisting in our mouths. My hands wrapping around him as I felt his hands travel onto my stomach and my chest. Playing with my new pecs. My dick got hard and it was pretty obvious to Alex, who immediately got his hands on it. 

Me:”You like it?”

Alex nodded and I saw the lust in his eyes.

Me:”Wanna take all of this to the shower?”

I picked him up from the couch and carried him all the way to the bathroom. Turning on the red light and hot water. The combination of these things must have worked, because Alex stripped himself and immediately started worshiping my muscles.

Me:”Call me daddy”

Alex:”I…”

Me:”Call me daddy and tell me what you want from daddy.”

Alex:”I want your… dick. In my mouth… daddy.”

I put my hand on the top of his head and pushed him on his knees, shoving my dick into his mouth. Gently, but still with a bit of a force. I started thrusting as Alex wrapped his lips around the head of my shaft. I pushed so hard that he started gagging. But I could see in his eyes that he was finally happy. I pulled him back up by his hair and arm.

I turned him around and pushed him against the wall.

Me:”Be good for daddy and say that you want me to fuck you.”

Alex:”Fuck me, daddy!”

I squished a bit of lube that I conveniently got ready before, into my hand and put my fingers into his hairy ass. I found the prostate and started going in and out, making him moan out loud.

I pushed in my dick and wrapped my hand around his throat from behind, suffocating him a bit. With my other hand, I helped myself get fully inside and then I pulled his head back by the hair. My thrusts were smooth, but fast. Soon, Alex was screaming and moaning. I made him call me daddy several times after that. And for the first time in my life I shot my load on someone’s face.

Alex left that evening happy and finally satisfied. I asked him again for discretion and went off to sleep.

The next morning started off exactly as our second. We still did not swap back. I picked up Mills and we headed to school. But this time, the principal invited me to his office before the classes started.

He did not look happy.

Principal:”I am truly sorry to tell you this, but I have to let you go.”

Me:”Why? Is it the mother of the student?” I immediately thought that this would be about last night with Alex

Principal:”Look, I told you that you have one last chance. Unfortunately, most of the parents signed a petition to let you go. My hands are tight on this matter.”

Me:”Sir, but you said that all will be forgotten if I…” Principal:”I know what I said. I’m just saying that there is tension right now and it is easier for me to let you go. This petition was started by the González family after you verbally attacked their son during lessons. But many parents signed as well.”

Fuck. Now I was the one who got him fired.

Shit. What do I tell Mr. Mills?

Part 1:

You had to be dreaming, this wasn't real! But then you remembered — remembered the men who assaulted your body, the men who killed you. Maybe that’s why you were like this. Maybe that’s why you couldn't feel the sharp, stinging pain you felt in your thigh when you were alive.

Anger bubbled in you — pure hatred. The taste of bitterness and resentment lingered on your tongue.

As you got out of the water fully, you were wet and bloody, your legs came back, and the fin disappeared into your back. A few scales still on your body. All you were wearing was the plastic trash bag.

You stood there, staring at your reflection in the water, still in shock at the transformation you had just experienced. The moonlight seemed to dance on your scales, adding a mystical glow to your appearance.

…

It felt like you were walking through the dark, leafy green forest for hours. Finally, you felt a paved road under your feet. You had finally reached the highway.

You walk onto the road and suddenly — a car zooms through your body! You can feel your heart beating a million times faster in your chest; oh wait, you can't — you're dead. Then you spot a car, more so a truck, a white jeep parked next to the dense forest. And leaning on it were two guys.

You walked up to them. Right in front of them. You felt disgusted that they were here, nonchalantly smoking after they just killed you. You wanted to rip out their guts, peel their skin off, torture them just as they tortured you.

“You feel that? It's kinda cold,” one snickers, his gaze distant. “Oh! What if it's a ghost!” Gojo said, obviously high.

“How much did you smoke?” Getou laughed out, moving towards Gojo. Then he pinned Gojo against the side of the car. Slowly moving closer, then kissing him. Biting on the lighter-haired’s lips so he could get his tongue into Gojo’s mouth. Tongues swirling together in sync. Then finally pulled away to catch their breath.

Standing behind them, you seethed. Angered by the way they forgot about you like you were nothing, you punched the back of Getou's head. Hand going through his head — and Gojo — his face, hitting the glass window of the jeep.

The window shattered.

Gojo visibly jumped. “What the fuck!” Getou said, grabbing Gojo in a tender hold — a hand behind his head and the other at the back of the base of his neck, pulling him into his chest.

“Did any glass get on you?” Getou said, concerned.

“No, but what the fuck just happened?” the white-haired boy responded.

You were there, mouth gaped. ‘How did a fucking car go through me, and when I tried punching them, my hand went through them, but not the glass? It fucking shattered! This doesn’t make sense! What the fuck!?’ you think, angered.

Again, again, again — you tried and tried and tried to physically hurt them, but nothing.

“Let’s go, maybe it's that chick's ghost,” Gojo said, trying to lighten the mood.

The desperation to hurt them got to you. So you followed. You followed them back to the place where your murder took place.

Deep in the other side of town, there was a building covered in foliage and trash. The walls, which were covered in graffiti, looked like they would break at any moment. It used to be a cult building. After all the members of the cult died or were shoved into a confinement center, the building was abandoned. You trailed behind the two living monsters into the building. In one room, there was a bed, posters on the walls that covered the graffiti— or attempted to cover the graffiti — a chair with a pile of clothes, and a small, broken nightstand. You followed them down to the basement. This was where they did everything. The mattress was no longer on the bed frame, and the guy was still in the corner, no longer living.

“I forgot about him. What do u wanna do with him?” Gojo asked.

“We just got back. I don’t wanna give a shit about him until tomorrow,” Getou replied, leaving for another room.

Gojo let a soft hum out, acknowledging what Getou had said.

You wandered around in the basement, eyes drawn to the graffiti that twisted along the cracked cement walls. Your eyes were drawn to one unlike the others — it was carved in deep, looping scratches, almost burned into the surface. It wasn’t just a symbol or a message. It pulsed.

You couldn’t make out what it said, doubting if it even said anything. It was more like your eyes interpreted it, like the markings weren’t meant to be read, but felt. The longer you stared, the more your head hurt. Your heart raced. Something whispered at the edge of your mind.

‘What the fuck… how do you even pronounce that?’ you thought, as your mouth began to move on its own.

You tried to say it once. Failed.

Tried again. Your voice cracked, static in your ears.

The third time, your throat finally formed the sound. Something unholy. Not human. Something that echoed in the basement, that was never meant to be said.

And then,

Agony.

You felt this agonizing pain pulsing through you. It felt as if your bones were cracking inside you, your skin and muscle stretching and pulling, ripping itself apart and putting itself together again. You weren't a ghost. 

You were in a bathroom. Your new body felt muscular and tall, and you looked into the mirror to see Getou’s face. Frantically, you started reciting that stupid black magic spell or whatever the fuck it was.

Once. Then, twice. Then, thrice. Then the fourth, you cut yourself off, feeling like you were no longer in a being.

Your head was frantic, screaming, ‘What the fuck; What the fuck; What the fuck,’ over and over again.

You needed to figure this out.

…

A few weeks later, you figured out how to switch bodies at will.

The spell wasn’t perfect. It tore at your soul every time, like dragging barbed wire through your ribs or yanking each and every one of your bones out of your body one by one. But it worked. You just had to be near them, smell their cologne, hear their voice, see their face, and whisper the incantation, like a curse soaked in mold, a rotting stench they will never escape.

And then boom, you’d wake up in their skin.

You practiced. Started small. Switching into stray dogs that wandered too close to the abandoned building, crows, and even rats. Your control was shaky, but every time it got easier. Every time you felt less like yourself, more like something else, something inhuman, detached, cold.

You liked it.

And then, the opportunity came.

Gojo had wandered off alone again. ‘Idiot.’ You spat in your thoughts. He was half-drunk too, stumbling through the dark forest near the building. You were waiting.

Invisible.

Watching.

You whispered the spell through the trees, and in a blink, you were inside his skin. This time, you weren’t frantic. It was intentional. Controlled. You could feel his heart. You could feel his memories, little flickers of sick laughter, of your screams, of blood and plastic bags.

You didn’t scream this time.

You smiled.

Because now, you could end them… from the inside out.

You walked back to their little hideout, Gojo’s voice slithering off your tongue like venom. Getou grinned when he saw “him.” Walked right up to you as if nothing had ever happened. Like he hadn’t thrown your body in a fucking lake and lit a blunt after.

“Where’d you run off to?” he asked, dragging his thumb across your — no, his — jawline. “Left me bored, babe.”

You could have kissed him.

Instead, you smirked.

“Sorry. Got distracted.”

The two of you went inside. He flopped on the mattress like a dog, lit another cigarette, and talked shit about some gang near the west side. You sat beside him. You didn’t move. You just watched him talk.

You wondered if he’d scream when you killed him.

Later that night, when he passed out, you slipped the knife from under the bed. The one they used to hurt you. It still had a smear of dried blood on it. You pressed it to your — Gojo's — stomach. Let it sink just enough to feel pain. You needed to remind yourself this wasn’t your body. If you did this, you would feel the pain. This shouldn’t be your pain.

Then you turned it toward Getou.

You wanted to carve your initials into his bones.

But you hesitated. Because revenge? It had to be slow. Poetic.

You leaned down, breathing against his neck. Whispered just loud enough for him to stir.

“She’s still watching.” Then whispered the incantations.

He jolted awake. “The fuck?!” He looked at Gojo, who seemed to be horrified. “I don’t know what happened — I — what the fuck — that wasn’t me!” he yelled.

This was new. You couldn't talk to animals, so you didn’t know that they could see what was happening. The time in the bathroom was different; you didn’t do anything, just stared at the mirror. This was even better. You could make one destroy their own love by their own hands and then kill themselves.

You tried to say it once. Failed. Tried again. Your voice cracked, static in your ears. The third time, your throat finally formed the sound. Something unholy. Not human. Something that echoed in the basement, that was never meant to be said. And then, now this was poetic.

You were across the room. Smiling. The look on his face made you feel alive again.

You were going to destroy him.

Soon, they’d beg to join you in the grave.

“What is that?” The words spilled from Gojo’s lips. Getou had been staring at you this whole time, terrified to move or say something.

“You don’t remember me?” you spoke, smiling as your voice came out distorted. 

“I will destroy you.” As you said this, you spoke the incantation, and now you were Getou.

“Come here, Gojo! It’s me, Getou, your love!” you giggled out. The look on his face is priceless.

“N-No, you're not! Get out of him! Look, I—We are sorry! We—” He got cut off by you throwing the knife at him—not perfectly aimed, so it hit the wall behind him.

“You're sorry? Sorry? You can ask for all the forgiveness you want, but you will feel my pain, and yet I would never forgive you!” you screamed.

You grabbed an empty glass bottle and hit him in the head. A thud, and he fell to the floor. ‘Huh, this body is stronger than I realized. It’s gonna make it easier to kill him.’ The thought made you giggle. You bent down to grab hold of his leg, then started dragging him to a different room.

You stopped in front of one of the rooms in the basement—a bed frame in the middle, blood smeared on one of the corner walls… This was the room they- they did those things to you… The thought still makes you gag, angering you more.

You drag him into the room, let go of his foot, and move towards the bed. It was just rusted metal. You grabbed the bed and flipped it so it was standing tall on the footboard. You looked around. ‘Ropes, handcuffs, anything?’ You needed to tie him up.

In one of the corners of the room, you found a rope. ‘Bloody… it will work,’ you thought. Grabbing it, you dragged him to the bed, pulled his hands up to the headboard, and tied them there, then tied his feet to the footboard.

“Done!” you giggled, then left the room.

He was now dangling off the headboard with his legs tied, oh so helpless, just like you were. 

“Tied up, tied up now what…? Killing them is the end goal, but how…. oh…….” you giggled “perfect.”

You look around the room, ‘nothing… He better not get out, I'm sure I tied it tight enough’ I thought, then I left the room. ‘He's tied up; this should give me plenty of time to look around.’

First room, another ugly bedroom with graffiti on the walls, dirt, rocks, and grim on the floor. Second room… dining maybe, ‘they really turned this dump into somewhat of a house… If I'm being generous,’ busted table and two chairs with a knife lying on the table, a vase of flowers, and a small candle— and of course, the walls peeling.

“Get. the fuck. out of me!” I hear a screaming, agitated voice in my head as I stepped foot into their living room. “Shut the fuck up!” I shrieked, covering my- his ears. 

This is new, not once did an animal overpower you while you were in it, were it. But for some reason, he can?!

The screaming didn’t stop.

“Get out. Get out. Get out.”

It echoed inside your skull like nails dragged across bone. You staggered back, slamming your—Getou’s—shoulder into the peeling wall. The candle on the table flickered wildly, flame stretching sideways as if pulled by an unseen breath.

“Shut up,” you hissed, teeth clenched. “You don’t get to talk anymore.”

But he didn’t stop.

Memories forced themselves forward—his memories. Not the ones you wanted. Not the cruelty or the laughter or the blood. Softer things. The way Gojo laughed when he snored himself awake. The first time Getou hesitated, hand hovering over your body like maybe—maybe—he could still walk away.

You screamed, clutching your head.

“No. Don’t you dare show me that.”

Your reflection in the cracked mirror across the room twitched a second too late when you moved. Its smile lingered after yours fell.

Your chest burned. The spell wasn’t just tearing at your soul now—it was unraveling it.

“You think this hurts?” Getou’s voice snarled inside you. “You think this is punishment? You’re wearing me like a costume. You don’t even know what I am.”

You laughed, breath shaky. “I know enough. You're filthy, foul, disgusting. You did so much to me, and now I'm back. My soul can’t rest until you both are gone, until- until you have suffered as I did,” you screamed back at him.

But doubt crept in anyway.

You felt your fingers twitch without your command. The knife on the table rattled. The ropes in the other room creaked.

Rope creaked, the bed creaked. You walked back to the room, grabbing the knife with you, to where Gojo was hanging.

“Hi there, my love, finally awake?” You say pressing the knife to his throat.

“Don’t call him that! Let him go!” You hear from the back of your head, you wish you could silence his stupid little voice.

“Getou? W-what are you doing?” His voice trembling.

“Oh? Don’t worry, I'm just having some fun.”

“You're not my Getou… what the fuck are you!? Get away from me!” He says in a rather stable voice.

“You’re smarter than you look. You’re right im not your Getou. I’m not Getou at all. I hope you remember me...” As you say this, you get out of Getou, and he falls back. Showing yourself to the both of them. Your wet hair framing your face, your eye completely black, the red bloody hole in your thigh, your sharp teeth, and more blood.

“I-it’s you!” Gojo says, shocked and terrified.

“Fuck… just leave us alone!” Getou screamed from the floor where he fell.

“Leave you alone…? You. Took. Everything from me! My life even!” You say your voice trembling as you scream.

You get back into Getou, knife in hand, close to Gojo's neck.

“Don’t!” You hear the panicked voice in the back of your head. Ignoring him, you take your knife and drag it down Gojo’s neck down to his stomach, then press hard, not enough to break skin.

“Please stop!” Gojo says. 

“Shut the fuck up before I gag you.” All you can see is red; the revenge you get will be everything.

“I’m going to kill you, your precious Getou is going to kill you.”

“Stop, we’ll do anything!” they both said at the same time, as if they were the same person because of their love. Too bad they won’t be alive for much longer.

“There's nothing you can do….” With that, you pierced through his shirt and through his skin, not deep enough, just enough to hurt.

“Stop! Don’t make me do this!” Getou cried as he watched his hands hurt his lover; there was nothing he could do.

“You’re hurting him, Getou. Why don’t you stop? Don’t you love him?” you say back to him mockingly.

You drag the knife deeper spliting his skin, still not deep enough. A few more, his shoulder, arms, legs, and collar. Now he's all bloody, blood slowly dripping down his torso and legs, slowly to the floor.

“It hurts… why don’t you just kill me?” Gojo whimpers.

Silence, Gojos breathing, your–Getous breathing, and tinnitus ringing in your ear.

“Stop making him kill me,” Gojo pleaded.

“Did you just kill me? No. So why shall I grant the both of that mercy?” You say calmly, placing the knife down and leaving the room. You walk back into the other rooms, looking for a different tool, anything. You're back in the other bedroom and spot something in the corner, gasoline. That’ how they will end. You check Getou’s pockets, you know, they smoke or get high or whatever they were doing when you first saw them. A dark blue lighter in his right pocket. 

You walk back into the room, where Gojo is. You kick the knife out of the room and close the door; the door locks from the outside, you lock it, making sure they are trapped in here. 

“W-what are you doing…? Getou…” Gojo says in a breathy voice.

“No… No! Please its not me!” Getou screamed from the back of your head.

You douse Gojo in gasoline and liquid seeping into his wounds, and he cries in pain. You make a line of gasoline on the floor reaching him. 

Finally, this is your revenge.

You light the line of fire as Gojo squirms and Getou screams from inside you.

And you make him watch.

“You did this, Getou. You did this to the one person you love,” you say to getou as gojo screams, squirms, and burns.

“You’re a monster, Getou.”

“How could you, Getou?”

The flames engulf Gojo; the agony he feels is delicious. After a while, his screaming dies down, and he stops moving.

“He’s dead, and you killed him, Getou.”

As you saw this, you leave his body and move to the corner of the room, he falls to the ground as you do, and stares. Stares at his lover, burned skin blotchy, melted, and red. No movements, no breath, just a butned body.

“I killed you.” He says in shock.

He grabs the bottle of gasoline, pouring it all over himself. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I… I deserve the same fate, I love you…” As Getou says this, he grabs the lighter and sets it alight; he doesn’t hesitate and sets himself alight.

Bright orange, red, and yellow engulf him, and he screams, pleads his apologies to his lover, and slowly they die down. The fire extinguishes itself in the concrete room.

“I would drag your bodies to the lake, but you both don't deserve to lie with my body…”

I had strings, but now I'm free~