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It was a heavy stormy night in the village as Shang Tsung was heading back to where his underground laboratory was hidden from civilians. A dark night in the forest with heavy rain as his entire body is drenched in rainwater continuing his path in the already memorized trail, as lightning struck to light up his way to find a body fallen on the ground almost crunched up on it’s stomach from the pain of a fall, just for the lightning spark to falter away in mere seconds before confirming what his eyesight just saw, wings on this person’s back..? Just for that question to appear in the sorcerer’s mind for another lightning to struck again instantly focusing on this mysterious creature’s back for it to confirm they indeed possess wings. A big smile appearing on the sorcerer’s face as his mind starts to overestimate how much experiments and knowledge he can pull out of this source of life.
As a strong force of light wakes Bi-han from his slumber solely from the sheer amount of power of the surgical lights, it seemed like? That Shang Tsung has stolen and lucky enough to find it still properly working when he took it to his laboratory. Bi-han starting to finally regain his consciousness over his body and limbs but with still a hazy and dizzy mind from the light above his head to finally notice he’s been strapped tightly into the metal board that is sitting up as he is angled into a standing position. Darkness filled the room except for the surgical light that is still lit in his face, smell of chemicals and powder fills their nostrils combining with the previous fall and inducing a headache making him even further more unfocused on his new surroundings.
Just to finally notice an unclear figure in the corner of his eye just to whip his head in that direction with less force than he intended to still needing for the headache to calm down to fully gain control over his senses, trying their best to focus on a dark skinned man in his overly long lab coat with his arms behind his back and his face up high as he is fully concentrated on the mysterious creature infront of him, still not fully piecing together what they are exactly, not blinking once to the point the sorcerer did not notice that the creature was looking at him and screaming to his face,
“—WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME...!” huffing full of fear from the man who kidnapped him and restrained him while he was out of it, scared what else he is more capable of doing next.
The sorcerer then starts circling around the metal table to fully take in whatever… that is infront of him. Even after a few hours of waiting for him to wake up he still couldn’t come up with a possible explanation that would make any sense to why a pair of wings is attached to a human’s body. Walking and walking each time he finishes a full circle bi-han whips his head in the other direction he reappears from, still on high alert even though he is not capable of doing a single thing in his situation. Shang tsung feeling a slight sting of attraction to this creature, such a mysterious feeling from an unknown soul. Circling once again to focus on the pair of wings of his as they slightly flutter while they are restrained, confirming his suspicions once again that they are alive and a human part of his. Finished mumbling to himself and circling around Bi-han to stand infront of him. Rotating his body to fully face him. Lowering himself to match his height as he’s two inches away from his face, feeling his breath exhale from his nose as he’s gritting his teeth angrily, as one arm is behind his back as the other reaches for the wing on his shoulder blade tugging on his feathers empathizing what he means,
“I’m going to have so much pleasure piecing you apart.”
2 months later
Tiring day for Bi-han waking up from his sleep that did not regenerate any of their energy from the bad posture and their neck hanging down from his sitting position on the experiment chair he was strapped on to from the day before where Shang tsung ran what could be the hundred thousandth after he lost count of the number of the experiments and analysis on his “unique” body. Not long enough for sleep to be rubbed off of his eyes when he hears the loud echo of the laboratory’s door unlocking and locking again. Even for how long he’s been here or thinking he’s been in this mysterious place due to the many days he had passed out completely from the sheer intensity of the experiments. Experiments that costed him his left eye, one of his wings, and his leg. It still doesn’t even come as close as to what the sorcerer really wants, he needs something more. The sorcerer’s familiar yet still so scary footsteps approaching his almost lifeless body on the chair infront of him with the most fond smile on his face, almost like he missed him, missed his cute test subject, like he dreamt about him the night before. It made Bi-han discover new levels of disgust they didn’t know were even possible, they loathed him, if he could he would’ve killed him at any given moment, unfortunately the sorcerer is too cautious of his adorable test subject. Not his first rodeo. Keeping scalpels away even from his restrained hands. Not letting a single opening laid infront of them.
After that, Bi-han’s will to fight for his life died completely down, losing his leg made him completely at the mercy of the sorcerer, even if a miracle happened and he somehow stabbed Shang Tsung in the neck and took his restraints off, how could he possibly walk out of here? It was impossible. It was for the sake of his studies and the same time for his self reassurance that he could not leave him. Barely being able to see the sorcerer from the corner of his eye with his other eye missing but finally catching on what he was holding in his hands as he approached him. A bowl of food. Their eye still cloudy, have not yet regained full control over as he just got his other eye gouged out. Just a few days ago. Still feeling the pain whenever he’s rotating his eyeball too harshly, focusing too much in one place. Trying his best not to do the same with the bowl infront of him to refrain from a strong headache to be induced. The sorcerer finally spoke,
“Don’t worry, I’m not poisoning you this time either, not like I have done that any last times, you still don’t trust me?”
Picking up a spoon of plain rice and curry he bought in the village, stuffing Bi-han’s mouth as he starts to chew up his first food in two days, with the quiet sound of chewing he talks in his hoarse voice,
“… Of course I will not be trusting someone that took apart my limbs. I despise you.”
Shang tsung laughing slightly before starting again,
“Don’t talk with your mouth full of food,”
As he wipes the corner of his mouth that had a grain of rice stuck to it, focusing too much on his chapped lips, parting his own lips as he gulps, too mesmerized by his cute lips.
Noticing Bi-han swallow down his food remembering they can still see him completely focused on something else that isn’t the task of feeding him. Clearing his throat as he refocuses on the plate of food on his lap, scooping another bite into the spoon to feed his beloved test subject. He didn’t notice when he started referring to him inside his head as “beloved” or “my favorite”, it just became the norm as the days went on. Nothing in him seemed to mind it. After Bi-han finished his food he put the bowl down on one of the many metal tables around, sitting back on his stool chair to move around to his amputated leg to unwrap the bandages from the cut off limb to reveal the fully healed wound.
“See? this is what happens when you eat your food, your refusal of eating a single mouthful of food slowed down your recovery. Finally when you started eating again, it started healing as normal. Now, that’s new information for my notes,”
As he caresses his thigh with his left hand as the other is busy writing down. Standing up from his stool “Let’s check that eye."
Siding next to his chair’s armrest as he bends his back down to examine the eye wound he crafted. Inspecting with his hands as he mumbles to himself, finally talking in an audible voice
“Gods, I still can’t rub off that memory of me gouging your eye out, your eyeball on my gloved fingers, my heart was hammering even though I have done this countless times to many other creatures. It felt like i was holding your heart next to my chest…"
Looking back behind him to the little glass jar with his eye ball floating in a mysterious liquid. Almost like he’s reminiscing the memory of violating Bi-han, making him rage with anger. Bi-han speaks up,
“You’re fucking disgusting, you’re nothing but a psychopath,”
The sorcerer holding his chest with his hand and the other cupping the angel’s face,
“Oh, Bi-han! Everytime you open your mouth to loathe my name and insult me I further believe you that you are indeed a fallen angel, I thought I would never believe you but sadly you push me to. You are so adorable…”
Bi-han shaking their face attempting to remove his hand off of himself. Still too tired from his restless sleep and the sorcerer’s annoying talks.
“Now that we’re done checking those injures the one on your back became unnecessary to check, it fully healed yet… my suspicion that they’d grow back was sadly wrong. Sorry Bi-han I don’t think you will be able to fly again,”
Giving him a pathetic frown like he was sorry for amputating the wing, when it’s the complete opposite. Bi-han doubts he can even feel normal remorse for another being. Wanting to insult him further and further but the sorcerer only finds enjoyment in it. It’s not working. Closing his eye to refrain from getting a headache just to remember a few days ago the memory when he was getting his eye gouged out, fully awake something that Shang Tsung said about running out of anesthesia. Suddenly he’s gripping their face in place as his dominant gloved fingers goes swiftly in the underside of his eyeball, his thumb joining in to grip the eyeball and pull it out. Bi-han’s screams filled the laboratory he even thought that his screams might’ve been heard from outside but it was already late at night. Tears and tears filled his face alongside of blood, even after a few days remains some stubborn blood stains on the floor, a little reminder of what happened. Shang Tsung was praising and cooing his test subject,
“Stay still like that for me, Bi-han?” Almost requesting them to calm down to finish with faster. When he finished restoring the eyeball in a safe place, turning around to see Bi-han’s half passed out state. He looked too cute for his own good, he thanks the stars and the elder Gods if they actually exist for being the first one to stumble upon this breathtaking creature.
Kissing his forehead after wiping his face clean from blood and tears,
“Rest well, angel boy.”
As they pass out from the pain alone. It was one of the experiments that kept him asleep for 3 whole days. Fucking up his day count. Waking up feeling like his head weighted double it’s normal amount, not being able to lift his head up at all, now to find himself strapped to a bed with a pillow below their head, new change of clothes and freshly washed hair that soaked the pillow. The sorcerer took advantage of his vulnerable state to wash and clean him, after each amputation he did the exact same thing, it seemed like the sorcerer doesn’t like his test subjects unclean and filthy. After all, gouging someone’s eye is not going to have the cleanest aftermath, almost half of Bi-han’s uniform was drenched in blood and Shang Tsung couldn’t stand seeing his favorite subject in his worst state, it even made him slightly angry at the sight. Took the matters into his own hands and carried Bi-han bridal style into the bathroom that is connected to the laboratory, it has a shower and a bathtub for emergencies. Carrying him over to the room like he weighted nothing, thinking to himself factually that “Of course he’s light, I cut off one of his limbs.” stripping him naked on the cold floor as the bathtub is getting filled with warm water, taking off the multiple layers off of his body that were stuck to his skin with the dried blood, noticing himself peeking around his body like a virgin who has never seen someone else’s naked body before.
Seemingly The sorcerer has to remind himself that this isn’t the first time he’s ever seen Bi-han naked, and it racked his mind why he is the one flushed a deep red from seeing them naked. Only from the top half. Alone. He’s done much worse before, after the first amputation that he committed, which started off with Bi-han’s right leg he couldn’t contain himself and jerked off above the subject’s passed out body, not used to Shang tsung’s torture the poor boy did not even scream; too shocked at what is happening infront of his own two eyes that he stopped breathing and passed out in the middle of the operation. Shang tsung couldn’t try to hold himself back from release with how hard he was, coming all over the fresh amputation wound, heaving too hard he almost joined in with Bi-han in passing out, Bi-han’s blood covered his dick as it spasmed shooting robes of cum all over his also bloodied thigh.
Too proud of his work wishing he could capture it in a singular photo to hang around his laboratory, making it less gloomy for his future test subjects. Reminding himself again that there isn’t going to be anyone, or anything like his Bi-han. As he sits him up in the bathtub and starts washing his hair, taking it out of his usual bun, he’s actually well taken care of for a mere test subject it’s just that Shang tsung holds him dear to his heart that he started taking care of him in every way possible.
His eyes drifting to his body under the water, he is so beautiful, no matter how many times he has seen him naked in this dim laboratory or bathroom he was always happy to see his progress and craftsmanship marked on his body, his effect on him. How he first came into his laboratory with a fit body and a huge build down to almost skeleton-like from the refusal of eating, plus the amputations he did, still remaining his favorite pieces on him.
Crunching his face in delight unconsciously. Bi-han has truly altered his life, the village no longer see him that often unless if he’s buying essentials for seemingly two people leaving every merchant confused as he is always known to be lonely and on his own.
Buying changes of clothes that are, twice smaller than his size? In beautiful light blue colors that were too specific of a request. Since the day they met - when he kidnapped him - he has always liked Bi-han’s uniform, it suited him nicely that he cannot associate the light blue color with anything else except for his beloved, so he had to stick with it, it nicely matched his beautiful pale skin that is littered with even paler scars on his body.
When Bi-han wakes up on his too flat of a pillow on the bed as he’s facing the wall on his right and staring at it, feeling warmth on his thigh as he redirects his head in that side he wasn’t able to see when they were resting his head due to his lost eye. Suddenly, Shang tsung is infront of his eye kneeling inbetween their thighs, unknowingly waking up without noticing the extra weight on the bed. Still delirious from his sleep. Bi-han speaking up tiredness showing in his eye,
“Sorcerer…? What are you… doing?”
As that moment Shang tsung grinds against him. Chest to chest as Bi-han tries to push Shang tsung off of him even with his restrained arms buckled to his sides, barely even touching Shang tsung’s lower torso. Delirious as Bi-han is, starts to redden and get embarrassed of the situation they’re in instantly,
“…Shang tsung, y-you shouldn’t do this to me… please,” Shang tsung grabs his waist grinding again as he huffs a laugh.
“Shouldn’t? This is not the first time, Bi-han. Nothing that you are not used to, my love.”
Bi-han making a repressed confused whine, too puzzled by what the sorcerer is saying. “What, hah-…do you mean by that… sorcerer-?”
The sorcerer stopping as he looks at Bi-han’s face completely calm as a smirk appears on his face as he goes to hold one of his hands.
“You, you never noticed? You’re trying to tell me, you have never noticed the pain in your hips, in your lower abdomen, in your throat, your own extreme hoarse voice, sensitive nipples, or even cum dripping down your legs? You did not notice any of that? And maybe, tried to connect the dots of what i have been doing to you while you were passed out for days? Y’know, I get bored easily without you, you are my only living test subject, Bi-han.”
Bi-han's face drops completely from the words that he just heard come out of the sorcerer’s mouth, they thought that Shang tsung cutting his limbs, studying his entire body and keeping him away from society was enough, somewhat enough. He always needed to take more from him, violate him in every way possible. Even in ways he was not aware of even in the slightest, in his most vulnerable state. In the tiniest voice possible Bi-han begs “get off of me…!” Tears starts forming in their eye, hiccuping as his words gets drowned out by the sound of his cries. Repeating the same request as a prayer to some God out there, just as Shang tsung forces himself on Bi-han for the first time as he’s fully conscious.
Just as he wakes up again in the usual leathery chair, as he notices The sorcerer in his usual headspace focused on the various potions and chemicals infront of him on the table remembering a few days ago when he told him about his new idea and next steps in his studies that he obviously has no say in or even an opinion about. He said so much that he only remembers the “important” parts of it along the lines of something that he’s done with the external parts of his body and wants to dive deeper into studying his internal body and the way his organs work and their reactions to chemicals and any potion he wants to try on him.
“Oh Bi-han, these past two months were one of the best times for my notes, fortunately for you a part of me wants to keep you with some limbs intact, that is extremely weird of me to say out loud hence the fact I have never left a test subject remain with a single limb attached to them. So weird how I feel different about you, it is like I need to further more study you in my brain, without my notes. Knowledge for me alone.”
As he flashes the biggest smile at Bi-han while looking into their single eye looking scared as ever as tears slowly but surely form. Not giving him attention and continuing his important talk “So, we’re closing on the external parts of your unique body and do some damage elsewhere, internally! Isn’t that just so exciting! So many new ideas popped in my mind as I said that, I hope I do not forget them anytime soon, Gods, you opened new pathways of knowledge in my life, Bi-han, you’re so special to me. We will be trying many new stuff on your organs and insides! Ugh, I cannot wait a minute longer, sadly I have to get more essentials for such studies and experiments and I will try my best to minimize alllll the pains, after all I do not want you leaving me all alone here,”
As he places his almost frozen arms around Bi-han’s neck as he hugs his head and places his chin on his scalp, as he wears the scariest look on his face at the thought of losing his Bi-han. As a tear falls from Bi-han’s singular eye into his shirt,
“I love you so much, Bi-han…”
Refocusing back on the sound of bubbles and smoke being created right beside him as he is strapped tightly to the usual leathery chair. Too tight. They can see The Sorcerer standing over the metal table covered with notes, old and new. Multiple books wide open in specific pages as the rest of the table is filled with glasses and different sizes of graduated cylinders. Mumbling to himself non-stop as he pulls up his latex gloves over and over each time they slip down his hands growing frustrated from the repeat. As Bi-han keeps staring at him he still can’t seem to push away the uneasiness of the buckles’ tightness around his thighs.
Jerking his hips back to pull away and grant themselves some extra space, whining lowly when it’s not budging. Just to retreat back to his normal position as he seemed to have brought the buckle further into his thighs, much closer to his groin, too close. Gasping lowly at the feel of the thick buckle on his groin it felt too much. Too fast and uncoordinated still trying to fix the problem he created just for the buckle to further more brush against their bulge. Feeling so weird about getting a hard-on from a buckle, frowning sadly as he's flushed from pure embarrassment. Too noticeable in his thin pants, it’s only about time as the sorcerer notices his pathetic state he put himself into.
“Aha! I did it!” Says The sorcerer as he is holding a glass up high in the air like it’s a trophy. A glass of what looks like water with white powder floating around. Seemingly what he will be drinking for today. As happy as he is The sorcerer turns to Bi-han to show him his perfect work. Eyes sparkling as he talks
“This is it, your drink for tonight. It’s Lye solution, it’s mostly used to dissolve dead animals, even humans, so i will be testing it out on your organs to see if the same will happen to you, to test the fact if you are really human or not…”
Finally his eyes leaving the glass bottle to look at Bi-han’s terrified look on his face and begins again “Oh, don’t give me that look—“
As something else caught his attention. Lowering his sight to see his beloved test subject, has a boner. So evident and clear, such an easy opportunity to tease the creature. Placing the flask down on the table for next time.
“Elder gods… did you have a boner just from hearing me say i will forcefully make you swallow something scary? Or was it the restraints? Took you so long in this laboratory to realize you like being tied up against your will, hm? Answer me angel boy, what’s your excuse for this?”
Bi-han blinking too fast as his heart races as he has no excuse that could make sense to the sorcerer. Stuttering in their talk,
“It’s just… i-it was an accident. You’ve got it wrong…”
Shang tsung seeing the state the man infront of him is in and deciding to give him relief without taking something from him for once. Reasonable, he thought to himself. Bending down to reach his gloved hand above his erection to tease him further, slightly touching the head that is still under his pants, seeing it twitch at the touch as Bi-han tenses even more than humanly possible.
“Oh, don’t worry Bi-han, your fetishes are a secret with me.” Sarcasm dripping from his words, “You can always tell me your preferences, i’ll promise not to laugh at them. I’ll try to.”
Freeing his cock from the flimsy pants, standing too proudly for Bi-han’s own good, already leaking precum out of the foreskin. Uncut. Teasingly Shang tsung is amused at what he’s seeing, clear in his words.
“It seems like we will have to pushback that experiment, hm? A little fun can be forgivable, we’ve got all the time in the world.”
Flashing a smile towards Bi-han as he’s still fidgeting in their seat from the way his cock is being exposed to the laboratory's cold air. Wrapping his fingers around the hardened length of his test subject, not caring enough to remove his gloves, smearing around his precum to make it more enjoyable for Bi-han. As his other hand is behind his own back keeping himself as focused as he can on Bi-han’s reactions, doubting he’s ever had a handjob done to him before. Twisting his hand roughly up and down his length. It’s pretty average he can say. The steady pull of foreskin mesmerized The sorcerer, not being able to peal his eyes off of him.
Bi-han whining nonstop the entire time, too lowly for the sorcerer to care, stuttering half sentences of begging to stop knowing they’re already so useless. Eye fully blown and widened barely even blinking; how this continuous torture is never ending, Shang tsung will always try and take more from him. This is one of his ways. Watching as he jerks him off with his blue glove on, watching as he’s dripping more and more precum from the motion unable to stop himself, the pleasure won’t stop even if he didn’t want an ounce of it. It’s never going to end. There’s no saving him. A wave of pleasure washed over him getting goosebumps even in his missing amputated leg.
Making a ring with his index and thumb fingers to stimulate Bi-han’s tip since he concluded that that’s where he’s the most sensitive. Three seconds just to pull it away with a laugh seeing how Bi-han reacts to the feeling of being denied his release, drinking in how how his body reacts to the pleasure, how he sucks in his entire stomach each time, how he holds in his breath until Shang tsung lets go once again and now breathing rapidly. Returning to wrap his hand again around his cock, wanting to finally see him come undone by his hand. They have never been hard any of the times he’s ever raped him. Maybe half hard at most, never this hard. Squeezing his hand tighter with a purpose, to get this over with, until he noticed how close to Bi-han’s face he is, his mouth few inches away from his ear, whimpered too lowly,
“Please… Shang tsung-“
If he hadn’t been this close to his face he wouldn’t have heard it. Something in him switched, squeezed even tighter around his cock, wanting him to moan out his name louder. “Say my name louder, Bi-han.” Seeing how the angel’s forehead is full of cold sweat.
“Come on, Bi-han, I believe in you… you can come by my hand,”
As the test subject starts twitching forward into his hand as he arches his back as much as they can with the buckles against his chest. Bi-han screamed non-stop “I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come- please stop!” As he threw his head back as he reaches his peak, yelling “Shang tsung- Shang… tsung! Stop please, stop!”
The sorcerer watches how he shoots loads and loads of cum on his pants, on the floor and on his gloved hand. Wringing him dry of every single drop. A few seconds later Bi-han’s head straightens still heaving from his orgasm. New strands of hair that escaped his bun stuck to his forehead that is full of sweat, eye lidded as the other gouged out and empty, red lips halfway being cut into from how much the angel was bitting them, the sorcerer thinking to himself that he would have kissed him until tomorrow if they were bleeding. Eyes widening in realization he’s been staring at Bi-han for a blown two minutes, admiring their spent state almost like he fell inlove all over again. With the same creature. He himself did not know that was humanly possible.
Coming out of the bathroom after collecting Bi-han’s dirty clothes off of the floor to wash for later, putting it away in a corner for when he leaves the laboratory. Just for his eyes to drift to Bi-han’s sleeping position as he’s safely buckled to the metal framed bed. His legs moved him closer to the creature on instinct, sitting down next to him laying down on the overly sized bed that can easily contain his fragile and now small frame. Caressing his face like it’s the first time he’s ever stared into him. Subconsciously smiling as he tilts his head on his own right shoulder. Thinking how he’s a mere unknown sorcerer with no special powers, how he would simply destroy the world at the loss of his Bi-han. Clenching his uniform in his fist as he angrily frowns at the thought. It’s killing him. Reopening his eye to see the angel’s peaceful sleeping face, how he looks prettier with an eye missing and a bloody eye socket. His blemishes, his white scars on his face that he didn’t even make, getting a little mad about it. Beautiful pale skin that makes sense with his whole “fallen angel” story.
Cupping his face as he tucks his own small braids behind his ear. Trying to resist not to kiss his lips, wanting it to happen once he’s fully awake, so they can maybe reciprocate it. Return his love. Accept his feelings. Giggle and say how they feel the same way. Smiling to himself like a freak, until he realized… Bi-han has never said a good thing about the sorcerer.
“Why is that?”
Asking himself like he doesn’t know the answer; he always took care of him! Fed him, technically gave him a place to live for the past 3 months, a nice bed, showered him with love despite how he always talks back with insults against the sorcerer. Even when he’s spoon feeding him, talk about ungrateful. Bi-han needed to love him, his breath caught in his throat at the thought of him not returning his feelings, his precious feelings. He needed to ask him. Demanded. He just has to wake up.
Waking up to still feel the aftermath of being once again taken advantage of. By the same monster. By the same vile person. Feeling like he doesn’t even own his remaining limbs, too weak to even notice he’s completely unrestrained by heavy leathery buckles which leaves marks on their skin for days. To sit upright against the bed frame to rub his eye stinging from the rising dehydration after his long cries. To come into a clear picture of the sorcerer pacing around the laboratory too fast for his eyes to catch on. Mumbling to himself while covering his mouth with one hand as he wears the most confused expression based on the look in his eyes. Angry confusion. Pacing too fast to notice the angel has woken up again, trying to catch his attention, lowly in his hoarse voice, too worried for his own good,
“Shang tsung..?” The sorcerer instantly stops in his tracks. Almost yelling,
“Bi-han…!” eyes nearly tearing up as he places both of his hands on their shoulders. Asking too frightened by the possible answers,
“I needed to ask you, please, do you love me…? ”
Bi-han’s frightened expression turned into a disgusted one in mere seconds. Thinking nothing of the obvious answer on the tip of his tongue. Thinking nothing will consequent based on it.
“N-no I don’t-! Don’t ask me such gross questions-!” Huffing his words. As the sorcerer removes his hands off of their frame. Stepping away like he was stabbed in the chest, questioning his answer like he owned him an explanation.
“How-how can you say tha—“
“—Are you insane?! Almost like the torture you have put me through for months means nothing! You ruined my life! You ruined the opportunity of me ever gaining back a normal life! You destroyed me from both the outside and inside, and you dare to even question my answer?!” Laughing midway,
“I already knew you were a psychopath. You hold me hostage and-and expect me to love you-?! P-please stay away from me... There's nothing you could do that will make me even consider loving you...!” Coughing at the raise of his already hoarse voice.
Why were they fighting over the obvious? He couldn’t place it. Just for Shang Tsung to turn his back to him. Like a child who was told the word "no".
Bi-han closing his eye for a mere second just to reopen it and see the sorcerer himself facing him while holding a scalpel. With a depraved smile on his face. Too sudden to piece together what his plan is. What he intends to do this time. Approaching his test subject too fast, swiftly slitting his throat by the edge of the scalpel, instantly blood splutters everywhere. On the bed, on Shang tsung’s face, on the walls, Bi-han’s entire body. Trying to stop the bleeding Bi-han places both of his hands on his neck, forgetting how to breathe. Eyes too wide staring into Shang Tsung’s soul.
Who decides to stab the scalpel through both of his hands to his neck. By the strong force alone, Bi-han collapses back on the bed behind him. Hands pinned to his neck by the scalpel.
It’s been 4 days. Since he left that laboratory. 4 Days of restless nights, he couldn’t bare to close his eyes for a minute. It all came back to what he did to his… his beloved. His angel boy.
How did he do that, why did he do that?, he couldn't find a simple answer. Spiraling from the possible outcomes and the changes in his life already happening. He missed him, he missed him. Who knows what kind of bugs or other creatures eating away at his rotting body. Rotting away while the scalpel's still inside his neck.
He kept screaming to his face when he dropped back on the bed, too angry to forget the creature is not excused from death. Just to notice his body growing silent and not moving even to the blood spurts from his neck. Checking his pulse as he's huffing from anger.
Trying to sleep, eye-bags consuming half of his face from the lack of rest, his thoughts, the scene repeating before his eyes nonstop. To finally place his head on the pillow, body betraying him by forcing him to fall asleep.
Waking up scared from a nightmare, as expected. Sweating profusely, gripping his hair instantly like a maniac as he’s surrounded by his neighbors in the village, as one of them holds a lantern next to him. Worried and frightened faces all around him, scared from how loud he was screaming in his sleep in the middle of the night. The man holding the light asking worryingly the same question all the neighbors in his small house want to know the answer to,
“ Who’s Bi-han…? ”