#brutal as your name suggests
This ain’t your average Castys torture It’s set in a collab between me and @galaxywhump where Castys is stuck on SV-240 in the care of Motherfucking Daniel Rooney along with Wren (if you aren’t familiar with her series this is your sign to go read it pls thx (or at least read the synopsis so this makes a lil more sense ehe)) So uh yeah Daniel and Wren and the whole universe belong to Marti Castys just got reverse-isekai’d into it alrighty baby-
Castys Masterlist-SV-240 Masterlist
Ingredients: buried alive, immortal whumpee, suffocation, some head trauma and cracked ribs, starvation mention, muzzle, there is some dirt in the ol’ eyeballs, claustrophobia vibes (like Castys does not have claustrophobia but he is def in that kinda situation ya dig (omg im so funny)), worm on boy shenanigans but with extra spice
Castys wished he could at least find a comfortable position, but that was pretty hard with his wrists tied tightly behind his back, and the muzzle strapped to his face wasn’t helping matters either. Because god forbid he talk to himself while he was trapped in a fucking closet. And the worst part was, this wasn’t even the big boy punishment! Daniel, Danibus, Danimal, the dumb stupid Dan Man, had literally just tossed him in here with the verbose command to “wait” and left him to stew like a pot of soup. Castys wasn’t really stewing, though he was kind of hungry, now that he thought about it, because “unkillable vermin” don’t need to eat much, apparently. He was learning so many cool new things about his biology while he was stuck in this other world!
When the door opened, he was relieved for a second, because his boredom was over, but then he saw Daniel and remembered everything about Daniel and what Daniel thought was fun, and he wished he could ask him to just shut that door again, oh please mister sir Daniel sir I’ll be the goodest best boy for you if you’d just shut that so I don’t have to see your face for another half hour. Alas, he could not speak, so all he could do was stumble along as Daniel yanked him to his feet by the ring of his collar and pulled him out into the backyard. Wren was there, refusing to look him in the eye, covered in dirt and…and holding a shovel. There was a large pile of dirt next to him, too, and that meant…oh.
