#slasher iii

oh shit thats.. thats slasher III

Pairings: Slasher!III x (fem)Reader

Chapter Rating: E (explicit sexual content, language)

Trigger Warnings: consensual non-consent, rape/non-con elements, mild degradation/sub-dom elements

Excerpt:

Perhaps the intensity of your gaze caught his eye, because he walked straight to you as though he were a fish you were reeling in. You watched him move effortlessly through the mass of people, his long, narrow body finding a path easily. It was like he was drawn to you, and you to him. He was beautiful like a snake was beautiful; long and sinewy, with a piercing gaze that rooted you to the spot. He wore a black and gold skull-like mask that obscured everything but his eyes, but you could tell as he approached that he was smiling. Was it a playful smile, you wondered? Or the smile of a predator that had just found his prey? Were you the fish on the hook, or was he?

Author Note: A little Halloween offering of Slasher!III that's been sitting in my drafts since LAST Halloween. 🔪 🩸Please note this is a bit darker than my typical writing, so take care if you're someone who is sensitive to sexual violence in fiction. Heed the tags for more specifics.

I will add that this story is more of a dark romance than a dead dove fic, however! More will be explained with time as additional chapters are added.

The chime above the door to Jerry's Butchershop reached his ears in the back kitchen, slabs of meat, gristle and gore lined the metal tables where he worked. Hacking a cleaver into the shoulder of what was once swine. The colder room reeked of innards and iron, a cloud of soft candy flavored vape hung to his shirt. iii tuned his ears into ii yapping up front to a customer, the shorter man had a kinder tone of voice, not bassy but he'd worked at Jerry's and knew ii even longer to know what that man up front was saying.

iii brought his cleaver down once more, moving the meat to their respected spots. Picnic roast over there on the full sheet pan, next to the shanks and hock on another tray. Shallower pans held the intestines and different cuts of rib racks.

Funny thing is, iii liked that the innards looked the same, made him humble in the fact that he too and everyone around him on two legs, every human was just as dispatchable. We were a sacks of meat and bones, just depended on who was doing the harvesting was the big take away.

"Oi, lanky boy!" ii popped his head into the room, moving aside the lighter plastic than the walk-in. " 'ave ya' got any Ox tails back there? new girl has a recipe to try." He said with a shrug.

Ah yes, the new girl.

Split my skin, no

Just make me bleed