Elle Nuclear - Creepypasta {In Editing}

Smiling in pain and silence

Edgars P.O.V

She came out from behind Elles chair, holding a needle, thread, and a dagger.

She walked up to me and grabbed a fist full of my hair, and slammed  my head back against the chair.

"Now, you will be a good little freak, and hold still and let me do this peacefully. Okay?" She said, like she was babying me. I just glared at her. She smiled. "I'm taking that as a yes."

She strapped my head to the back of the chair, my head unable to move. "W-what are you doing?" Elle said, knowing, as I, she was going to do something to me.

She shushed us like a mother would a child. "I would say this won't hurt, but oh what a lie that would be.." Clockwork whispered into my ear, then forcefully grabbed my jaw, my mouth opened.

She took the dagger in hand, then started cutting a smile into my cheeks, the flesh splitting easily and blood rushing out. I tried my best to contain my scream, failing, with Clockwork smirking.

"No!!" Elle screamed, beginning to struggle in the restraints. "No please stop! Please!!" Elle kept telling, getting nothing from Clockwork. She just kept cutting my face into a horrid ass smile.

Then she was done. She got up, and put the dagger down, as I painted from the little relief that came with her taking the dagger away. "Don't get too comfortable, this is just the beginning.." She snickered. Elle was now bleeding from the wrists from pulling on the restraints, and she looked pissed.

Clockwork went over to Elle, duct tape and cloth in her hand, "Now now Elle, Slendy told me to try and keep it down,  what I'm going to do." She said in a mocking tone.

The gagged Elle with the cloth, then covered it with the duct tape. She stood, pleased with her work, then walked back to me. She grabbed the needle and black thread from earlier, and started threading it, doing the few actions quickly.

"I want this to last awhile, so, smile.." She chuckled the last part, forcing my lips shut, and I closed my eyes, not wanting to know when she was going to poke me, because most of the pain was because you saw, and was expecting it. Soon enough, she had my mouth, sewn shut.

Elle was screaming under her gag, too muffled to hear what she was saying, but too in a home to comprehend what was happening around me.

"Shhh... don't worry, your time isn't up yet..." And she laughed.

Clockwork un-gaged Elle, her screaming insults and threats that only got her a kick to the face, and more blood after a soft snap went out.

Then they started again, with the insults.

Failure

Helpless

Are you kidding me?!

Fuck up

Your going to hell~

YOU WILL NEVER BE A TRUE BROTHER AGAIN IF YOU DON'T HELP HER!!

I closed my eyes tightly, wanting them to stop and for Elle to be brought out of this. She deserved better, better than fuck up me.

I knew that they weren't going to make me pass out this time, just to make me suffer through it.

"Tomorrow I will cut the middle string, and you have to work it off enough to where you can talk, and give in when you want. Until then, all hell is going  to be unleashed," she paused and looked at Elle, "on her."

Elles P.O.V

What did she mean? She already did a number on Edgar! I hate her more than I've ever hated anyone, she cut a smile into Edgars face, and sew it shut. What could  she possibly do that's worse than that?

Then I knew when she brought out barbed wire, and wrapped it around my neck, tight enough it poked me, not stabbing me, but enough to draw blood when I breathed. "Just so I know it hurts when you; scream in agony." Clockwork said, loud enough for Edgar to hear faintly.

Then she brought that knife again, wiping off Edgar's blood and putting the tip to the top of my forearm, suddenly pushing down, me felling the tissue and musscle being ripped in two, blood coming out of the stab almost immiditly, like the scream in pain, tears welding in my eyes, and my mouth agape; not being able to scream, or make sounds because of the pain that worsened as she pulled down, tearing more skin and tissue, the blood streaming freely like Niagara falls.

Edgar screamed, muffled  because of his stitches, but his eyes were full of pain, and fear.

"What's wrong? The pain, too much?" Clockwork said, manipulating, but comforting. "Don't worry, this I'm almost done sweetheart." She said, caressing my cheek, it conferting like Momma's. It was full of care, and protection.

And as she said, she pulled out the knife a few seconds later, reaching my wrist, and put a cloth bandage tightly around it, the blood quickly soaking through.

I looked at Edgar; tears streaming down his face, and little muffled 'No's' coming from him.

"You should have just gave in boy..." Clockwork said, walking out, the door shutting with a click, and the room going black.