11-07-2021, 05:38 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-07-2021, 05:39 AM by Chadzormick.)
Tyler peeled off his sweat soaked shirt, allowing the sun to touch his bare skin. It was just before noon as he arrived to Topoxte, an obscure Mayan ruin in the heart of Guatemala. His forearm wiped the sweat from his brow, as he brought his shirt down to wipe the sweat of his toned body. Tanned from his days traveling through central America, his firm chest and abdomen glimmered in the light.
He walked out of the dense, dry jungle and marched forward toward the main temple of Topoxte, looping his shirt through his belt. He headed towards the steep stair case, leading to the top of the ruin.
Tyler marched up the stairs, feeling as the nearly noontime sun burned his bare shoulders. As he reached the top, he looked behind him at the expansive view. A jungle canopy as far as the eye can see. Tyler smiled, revealing the site, he lifted his muscular arms into the air and howled in excitement.
That's when he noticed movement in his peripheral, Tyler quickly spun on his feet and turned around to face four tribal men. One man held a rope, the other held a series of stakes, and the other two each harnessed a long, pointed blade.
"Jesus", Tyler exclaimed as he staggered backwards a few steps, his still hands till held in the air.
"I mean no harm... no hay dano."
The men moved forward, unflinching, as Tyler continued staggering backwards until he was on the edge of the steep stairs.
"No hay dano!" he shouted again.
The men approached him slowly, surrounding Tyler. One put his blade against Tylers cheek, as Tyler breathed heavily. Meanwhile, the other man put the tip of a sharp blade along Tyler's oblique, tracing his blade up Tylers toned abdomen.
"What the fuck." Tyler said, shakily, before the man with the rope touched his back and pushed him forward forcibly. The men escorted Tyler to the middle of the temple. He watched as the man with the stakes hammered two into premade holes on the floor.
The men with the blades indicated to the ground as they threatened Tyler with their weapons. Tyler complied, getting on his knees between the two stakes. The man with the rope approached him, wrapping his right wrist and tying it firmly to one stake, then wrapping his left wrist, and tying it firmly to the other.
Tyler was trapped on his knees now. He looked up at the men who surrounded him, breathing heavily as perspiration dripped down his toned body, pooling into his deep innie belly button.
A man with a blade approached Tyler, kneeling down next to him. He looked up at the sun. High noon. He used the blade point to indicate to the sun, before bringing it back down in front of Tyler. He touched the point to Tylers stomach, just above the belly button, in the slight crevice between his abs.
Tyler looked down at the blade, and then up at the man. "what do you want?", he said shakily.
The man bared his teeth and pushed forward on the blade. Tyler felt as it popped through his skin, slicing into his stomach. His eyes widened as he watched it slide inside him.
"Uhhhg", he moaned as the blade sank 3 inches inside of him.
"what the fuck..." he moaned, as he looked back up at the man holding the blade.
The man grinned again, and pushed forward on the blade. Tyler felt as it sliced through his gut, sliding deeper into his stomach.
"uuhhgg", he moaned again.
The man pulled on the blade, removing it from Tyler's stomach. The point exited the wound, dripping in blood. Tyler nearly fainted as he saw 5 of the 7 inches of the blade covered in his gore.
"what do you want!" he exclaimed, tasting iron in his mouth.
The man grinned again, then jabbed his index and middle finger into the wound. Just as violently as he had jabbed them in, the man yanked his fingers out. Tyler let out a guttural scream.
He looked at the tribal man wide eyed, as the man brought his bloody fingers to his mouth and licked them.
"fucking cannibals?!" Tyler muttered in fear.
The man punched the blade into Tyler's again, a little higher than the previous wound. All 8 inches of the blade sank into his stomach. Tyler coughed blood onto the man and leaned forward due to the force of the blow.
"Uhhhgg!" he moaned loudly. He felt the intruding metal pierce through his torso. The very fine point of the blade had forced itself through Tylers middle back.
The men before him hoot and howled. Tyler looked up at them, wide eyed as blood dripped from his lower lip. He looked down again at his toned abdomen, the blade dug into him, the hilt of the tribal weapon nearly touching his skin.
The man began to pull the weapon out, Tyler felt as the invading object sucked out of him, inch by inch the gore covered blade exited his body. As the man pulled the weapon, he began to slice down in the same motion.
Tyler groaned as the long blade cut down the center crevice of his abdomen, carving through his muscles, the blade sliced through him before the very fine point cut through his belly button, and the man pulled the blade away, marveling at the deep, long wound down Tylers torso.
Tyler looked down, a deep slit from below his sternum down through his belly button. Blood pulsated out of the wound and poured down his lower belly. With each shallow breath the slit peeled open, he thought his guts may spill out at any moment.
Tyler sighed, and almost collapsed at the sight before him. Two of the men steadied him, holding him up by his shoulders.
The man before him dropped his weapon and howled, he brought his hand forward and began to dig his fingers into the wound.
Tyler groaned in agony as he watched the mans fingers sink inside of his stomach, digging around his guts. The man pressed his arm forward as his entire hand sunk into Tyler. Tyler coughed up more blood as the man explored his innards, twisting and turning his hand around.
Finally, he pulled his hand out and marveled at the gore.
At this point, the two men were the only thing keeping Tyler up right. They slowly lowered him to his back, allowing him to lay on the floor, blood pooling from the wound.
Tylers vision quickly began to fade. The other men took knives from their belts, and they all knelt next to Tyler. One at a time they began to jab his torso. Tyler felt the stab to his lower belly, just below his oblique. He felt as the man carved upwards, following the line, before ripping the blade out. He felt again as another penetration hit him to the right of belly button and was yanked out violently, then again a bit higher, and then again, and again, and again before his vision faded to total darkness.
He walked out of the dense, dry jungle and marched forward toward the main temple of Topoxte, looping his shirt through his belt. He headed towards the steep stair case, leading to the top of the ruin.
Tyler marched up the stairs, feeling as the nearly noontime sun burned his bare shoulders. As he reached the top, he looked behind him at the expansive view. A jungle canopy as far as the eye can see. Tyler smiled, revealing the site, he lifted his muscular arms into the air and howled in excitement.
That's when he noticed movement in his peripheral, Tyler quickly spun on his feet and turned around to face four tribal men. One man held a rope, the other held a series of stakes, and the other two each harnessed a long, pointed blade.
"Jesus", Tyler exclaimed as he staggered backwards a few steps, his still hands till held in the air.
"I mean no harm... no hay dano."
The men moved forward, unflinching, as Tyler continued staggering backwards until he was on the edge of the steep stairs.
"No hay dano!" he shouted again.
The men approached him slowly, surrounding Tyler. One put his blade against Tylers cheek, as Tyler breathed heavily. Meanwhile, the other man put the tip of a sharp blade along Tyler's oblique, tracing his blade up Tylers toned abdomen.
"What the fuck." Tyler said, shakily, before the man with the rope touched his back and pushed him forward forcibly. The men escorted Tyler to the middle of the temple. He watched as the man with the stakes hammered two into premade holes on the floor.
The men with the blades indicated to the ground as they threatened Tyler with their weapons. Tyler complied, getting on his knees between the two stakes. The man with the rope approached him, wrapping his right wrist and tying it firmly to one stake, then wrapping his left wrist, and tying it firmly to the other.
Tyler was trapped on his knees now. He looked up at the men who surrounded him, breathing heavily as perspiration dripped down his toned body, pooling into his deep innie belly button.
A man with a blade approached Tyler, kneeling down next to him. He looked up at the sun. High noon. He used the blade point to indicate to the sun, before bringing it back down in front of Tyler. He touched the point to Tylers stomach, just above the belly button, in the slight crevice between his abs.
Tyler looked down at the blade, and then up at the man. "what do you want?", he said shakily.
The man bared his teeth and pushed forward on the blade. Tyler felt as it popped through his skin, slicing into his stomach. His eyes widened as he watched it slide inside him.
"Uhhhg", he moaned as the blade sank 3 inches inside of him.
"what the fuck..." he moaned, as he looked back up at the man holding the blade.
The man grinned again, and pushed forward on the blade. Tyler felt as it sliced through his gut, sliding deeper into his stomach.
"uuhhgg", he moaned again.
The man pulled on the blade, removing it from Tyler's stomach. The point exited the wound, dripping in blood. Tyler nearly fainted as he saw 5 of the 7 inches of the blade covered in his gore.
"what do you want!" he exclaimed, tasting iron in his mouth.
The man grinned again, then jabbed his index and middle finger into the wound. Just as violently as he had jabbed them in, the man yanked his fingers out. Tyler let out a guttural scream.
He looked at the tribal man wide eyed, as the man brought his bloody fingers to his mouth and licked them.
"fucking cannibals?!" Tyler muttered in fear.
The man punched the blade into Tyler's again, a little higher than the previous wound. All 8 inches of the blade sank into his stomach. Tyler coughed blood onto the man and leaned forward due to the force of the blow.
"Uhhhgg!" he moaned loudly. He felt the intruding metal pierce through his torso. The very fine point of the blade had forced itself through Tylers middle back.
The men before him hoot and howled. Tyler looked up at them, wide eyed as blood dripped from his lower lip. He looked down again at his toned abdomen, the blade dug into him, the hilt of the tribal weapon nearly touching his skin.
The man began to pull the weapon out, Tyler felt as the invading object sucked out of him, inch by inch the gore covered blade exited his body. As the man pulled the weapon, he began to slice down in the same motion.
Tyler groaned as the long blade cut down the center crevice of his abdomen, carving through his muscles, the blade sliced through him before the very fine point cut through his belly button, and the man pulled the blade away, marveling at the deep, long wound down Tylers torso.
Tyler looked down, a deep slit from below his sternum down through his belly button. Blood pulsated out of the wound and poured down his lower belly. With each shallow breath the slit peeled open, he thought his guts may spill out at any moment.
Tyler sighed, and almost collapsed at the sight before him. Two of the men steadied him, holding him up by his shoulders.
The man before him dropped his weapon and howled, he brought his hand forward and began to dig his fingers into the wound.
Tyler groaned in agony as he watched the mans fingers sink inside of his stomach, digging around his guts. The man pressed his arm forward as his entire hand sunk into Tyler. Tyler coughed up more blood as the man explored his innards, twisting and turning his hand around.
Finally, he pulled his hand out and marveled at the gore.
At this point, the two men were the only thing keeping Tyler up right. They slowly lowered him to his back, allowing him to lay on the floor, blood pooling from the wound.
Tylers vision quickly began to fade. The other men took knives from their belts, and they all knelt next to Tyler. One at a time they began to jab his torso. Tyler felt the stab to his lower belly, just below his oblique. He felt as the man carved upwards, following the line, before ripping the blade out. He felt again as another penetration hit him to the right of belly button and was yanked out violently, then again a bit higher, and then again, and again, and again before his vision faded to total darkness.
