Broken Dreams and Haunting Memories// Closed!// 16+

Astral took his time, looking over all the muscles, the fat, the organs and bones in Simon's chest. He glanced up, sighing some and hitting the man's cheek with the back of his hand. There was no way he'd let this man get out of this so easily.
"Pay attention," he growled. "You might learn something." He picked up his knife again, starting to peel back the layer upon layers of flesh and muscle, cutting them out and setting them to the side to put back later.

Astral sighed a bit. This would do for now. He continued, pulling more and more out of Simon. He held up severed organs, still seeming to be functioning normally. He held them all so Simon could see, smiling to himself. He hummed softly, taking out more, more, more until there was nothing left, just the inside of Simon's back skin.

Astral made one finally cut, severing the last bit of skin left that connected Simon's head to his body. Still, still the man was alive, he was awake, and Astral was making sure Simon could feel every part of this. He lifted Simon's head up, holding the man so he could look at Astral. He smirked down at the man.

(Does this work for you? And I totally understand the concern, I was thinking on it myself)

Astral tossed Simon's head up a bit and caught it, like one might a ball. He did this as he thought over what to do next, humming a bit to himself. Finally, he caught Simon's head again, looking down at him. He stuck one finger in the bottom of Simon's airway- he'd be choking, of course, but there would be no release. He'd be stuck like this as long as Astral wanted him to be.

(Me, staring at my screen: What the fuck is wrong with me…)
(also @Icefire this thing that Astral is doing now was something I planned to do to Torin until I forgot uwu)

(Also the next thing, I'm kinda glad Torin didn't have to go through it <3)

Astral held Simon's head for a minute more like this, but he grew bored. Well, it was on to the next thing, then. He set Simon's head back down, taking his finger out. He started putting the man back together, healing him just enough to were he wouldn't fall apart. He closed Simon's chest up, undoing the resrraints. He dragged Simon up by his hair, very ready to do even more to him. Still, time was running short. He gave an irritated sigh. He didn't have time to continue. So, he picked Simon up entirely again, cradling him close.
"You've been such a good boy," he cooed, grinning.

Astral scowled a bit. Still, morning was coming, and that meant he'd have to be nice. The thought was disgusting. He could do one last thing, though. He hit Simon on the head, and this time he didn't force the man to stay awake. If he passed out, he passed out, simple as that.

Astral hummed some. He looked Simon over, making sure there wasn't a single scratch on Simon from their session. He carried the man back to the bedroom, laying him down. He made sure the man was the same as when he had been dragged out, and then Astral finally left to go rest on the couch.

Astral was in the kitchen, cooking. Why the hell was he doing this again? He felt like he was waiting on this man hand and foot, even if he really wasn't, but he hated it nonetheless. He scowled a bit, his back to the door just in case Simon came in. He finished up the food, setting it out on the table. He wiped his hands off- jesus, this had better be worth it in the end. Memories of the night before kept Astral from completely freaking out and saying screw it. But if Simon expressed even for a moment he didn't believe the lie, Astral would drop it immediently. He walked to his own goddamned room, knocking on the door.
"Simon?" he called out softly, keeping his voice soft and gentle. "Are you awake..?"

"Good morning!" Astral said. God, he hated how sweet he sounded. "I just finished making breakfast, and I was wondering if you'd like to join me." Astral smiled for Simon, folding his hands in front of him. Why did Astral have to be so damn sunny?!

Astral could see- of course he could- but he didn't say a word about it.
"I'm glad!" Astral turned to head to the kitchen, glancing at Simon. He eyebrows drew together.
"Are you alright?" He asked. "You look troubled."