Lazy and Jealous

“Nah I probably wouldn’t get far.” He was now so far behind Sloth he couldn’t see her anymore. “Where’d you go?” He asked not know in which direction he should go in. While he had a break he pulled the rope again for kicks.

"I...I think I'm dea- yeah, I'm dead." Sloth made a shaky laugh and dropped her controller. A spike had went right through her head, and her face had exploded to make way for the creepy mouth and tentacles that made up a necromorph's head. Damn. She sighed and slumped into the couch, covered in cold sweat. That game, in HD? How did Envy survive?!

The men screamed with the necromorphs in the game, as the skinny one felt his joints being tugged at, and could almost feel one tendon being snapped. As for the chubby one, he paled. He could feel the blood gushing out of his body , the spikes digging in ever so painfully. "Please release us, please..PLease!" the two of them screamed together.

“Oh I died too” He said. He had been looking at the Sloths screen the whole time and thought he was doing pretty well. His character had been died for the longest time. “Oh well, it was kind of getting boring anyway. Besides it’s about time to see which one of these fools gets to be my necro…what are they called?” He still didn’t know how to say there names.

"Ne-cro-morph," Sloth said, smiling to him. Heehee, he was a brother indeed. She still remembered parts of their different childhoods together. "You want to mutate them?" she asked him innocently, quite confused. She didn't know her full age, she was that old, but Sloth did have trouble understanding people sometimes. That was what happened when she isolated herself from society for a while and instead did a month long gaming marathon without ever leaving her house. Hmm.

“Yes it’s a trick Greed taught me. Well… not really taught as much as I just got the idea from him and made my own version of it.” Envy said. “What I could do is use my bacteria to change there genetic structure. Kind of like a virus minus the sickness. Actually… scratch that the sickness will be included. It’s a long and very painful procedure. For them and not for me that is. It’s just which one is it going to be?” He said looking at them as if looking at an animal he wanted as a pet. “Come on sell yourselves. Why should you not be the one to be transformed and be set free?”

"Be..because I can't get any uglier than I am now, so you shouldn't transform me," the fat one gasped, getting paler by the second. So much blood was being lost...So much blood... It was hard for him not to get dizzy and try to think straight. "Please...do the other guy instead...he has so much to lose.."

The skinny one hissed and glared at the guy in the iron maiden. "You traitor... You have more to lose than I do! If you go out looking like one of those monsters, your wife will leave you, and so will your kids, you'll have no job, you have to run away, far away because no one will have you!" he said icily. "But then again, you're already so ugly, I wonder why it hasn't happened before."

Sloth looked at Envy, amused. "This is like a drama, don't you think! Hehehehe..."

“It is isn’t it. The only thing missing is a little more pain.” He pulled the rope more to cause more pain. “Fatty your losing you better think of something better then that!” He kind of liked the idea of have a scary monster try and go back to his wife and kids.

"And the tears..oh wait, tears!" Sloth tilted her head and watched the chubby one cry in pain. He didn't want to go home looking like a monster, like he was going to kill them. His kids would never want to touch him again. Worse, other women wouldn't want to touch him again, sober, drunk or drugged. The people at his workplace wouldn't believe it was him. His life would be ruined. "Please don't make me a monster, please don't, please.. please, I don't want to go home looking like that.."

Sloth looked at Envy, thinking. "If you turn him into a necromorph, how are they supposed to fight each other at the end? Unless...you turn both?" she whispered to him.

The chubby one wasn’t really getting the point in trying to sell himself. But that didn’t matter it help narrow it down. “I wasn’t planning on THEM to fight to the death. I wanted to know which one would try to kill the other and which one would actually do the smart thing and try and kill me. But I already made my mind up. Chubby is getting changed. We’ll continue to torture the ninja till the chubby is transformed completely.” He telepathically told his bacteria to force fatty into a deep sleep. When the fatty fell asleep he got him out of the iron madden and laid him on the floor. “Now sis what should we do with our last contestant? I already have a grand prize in store but we need to shower him with little prizes first.” He hoped that she knew that to him prices meant more torture.

"Well, it's not fair that only the chubby one gets disfigured," Sloth said, pouting. Then she grinned and ran off. There were the sounds of cabinets and shelves being opened and searched through. Sloth later came back with a bottle, though she made sure not to show it to the skinny one. H2SO4, concentrated sulphuric acid. "I mean, might as well ruin both of their lives, don't you think?"

“Nah that’s what the grand price is for.” He said with another hug smile. “We need little, painful, non-disfiguring torture ideas” He said. He pulled the rope again so that the man could have some pain while they thought this over.

"Hmm...What, I wonder..." Sloth rubbed her chin as she thought of some traumatizing things they could do to the man. "Rape him with an octopus?" she mused, pacing back and forth as the skinny man screamed in pain. His joints would hold a bit longer though, so she knew Envy would keep tugging at the rope. "Cut off his dick? Make him eat nails? Or shove snails into his body. Or stick wasabi up his ass."

“His balls are already gone see” He pulled down his pants to show it to Sloth. “But that does give me an idea. I am Envy after all. I just love it when other people are jealous too.” He looked at the man then at Sloth. “got any porno books that we can stick in his face? It would be torture for him cause he know he would never be able to experience it himself.” Envy said. Of course Envy hadn’t had ‘real’ sex with someone in a long time but he wasn’t going to suggest incest. He didn’t know whether Sloth was into that thing or not.

Inside Sloth's head:

Skit: Porn?
Sloth: Yes, porn. Don't you have any?
Skit: ....no....
Sloth: really?
Skit: I never fap, remember?
Sloth: forever alone.

Sloth sighed and looked at Envy sheepishly. "I don't have any porn here right now.. I'll go out and get some. Be right back." She smiled and hugged him once before skipping out the door. As soon as she made it to the nearest bookstore, she looked at all the books. She really didn't know which one to buy...so she bought ALL the porn.

When she got back with the two boxes of porn, she whistled and dropped them by Envy's feet. "I got everything they had, so there should be one of anything in there... I hope." She smiled and started to take out a few of the yuri ones.

That was fast and she quite over did herself. “Thanks Sloth.” He said he reached into the box and grabbed a couple. He hung them up on the wall like they were baby toys. “That should to it.” He said. But there was plenty more in the box still. Want not waste not, he thought to himself. He picked up a book that looked sort of interesting and plopped himself on the couch to read it.

Sloth wondered. What was this thing, the humans called lust? She remembered her sibling, lust, always the smooth one with the opposite gender. She wondered what feelings people had when they read this kind of stuff. She took a glance at the magazines and flipped through them, but nothing really happened. There were just pictures of naked people doing things to each other. Huh. She shrugged and plopped herself onto the couch across her brother. "Envy, do you ever experience lust?" she asked him firmly.

“Lust is a strange word. I haven’t seem them in a long time let alone got to feel his or her (it had been so long he couldn’t remember if it was a he or a she) powers. The bonding of one person to another through sex I’ve done but rarely with passion or love.” He then gave out a loud sigh. “Sometimes I envy lust for all the love and passion they get.” He opened the book. It was a book about a tentacle monster raping people something that Envy could do almost 10x better then any monster. But he was into torturing people and over the years he found that sex give more pleasure then it does pain and fear. So he stopped add it to the torture sessions.

"Hm. You too, huh. Maybe lust took all of ours to add to his, thus why we don't feel anything," she pondered. Maybe that was true, maybe it wasn't. She shrugged and passed the chubby one writhing in pain on the floor in a pool of his own blood, seemingly having a seizure. She went over to the one still strapped on to the stretcher. He was trying not to look at the pictures, since well, one of them had his favourite fetish. However, since he had no longer a rod, only a stump, blood kept flowing out of that area in a very painful manner. "Please, no...make it stop..make it stop.." he cried.

“What was that? You wanted more!? Ok” He tugged the rope more so that he could be stretched farther. “What to read together” He asked sloth. He then just noticed that whenever he was with one of his siblings some of their tract was mixed in with his own. For example, he was hanging out with Sloth he was more Slothful, when with Pride more showoffish, and when with Wrath more angry. He started to wonder if Sloth had the same problem as he did.

Sloth did have the same problem, but she was just much too lazy to act on it. She could be hanging out with Pride and feeling the need to show off her gaming skillz but then be "Meh I'll do it some other time.." So, feeling lazy, she plopped herself onto the couch next to her brother and smiled up at him. "Sure, though I'm convinced a lot of these girls are airbrushed and photoshopped... I mean, how can F cups be natural?" she huffed, shaking her head. Really, where were the natural boobies?

“I would agree with you there.” He had tortured several a girl by tearing there clothes off then hanging her up so that the whole town could see plus the added addition of stab wounds of here and there. So he new what ‘natural’ boobies looked like. Anyways he got in closer to Sloth so that she could see the book too. “And here we have the beginning. Average ordinary girl with big jug living out her life when suddenly…” He then turned the page. These were not the actually words in the book but more of a silly reduced Envy version.

Sloth tried not to giggle with the added commentary for the porn. That...pfff... She let out a little giggle at the word jugs. Really, she didn't know why it cracked her up so much, but it just did. She did, however, take some time to admire them. And maybe get a teeny tiny bit jealous of them. Maybe it was because she was being around Envy so much? Oh well. She waited for him to flip the page, and maybe continue the commentary. Normal porn didn't do anything for her, so might as well get a laugh out of it, right?

“Oh no, big scary rape monster comes out and grabs her.” He then did a mock girly voice. “Oh no, don’t rape me” He then did a lower musky voice. “Too bad” He then turned the next page. Even though he didn’t get the lust from sexual content it still did arose him and his thing was getting hard. (but not by much).

"Hmmm.... I wonder..." Sloth looked over the couch and at the guy screaming and crying, blood spurting from the stump that used to be his genitalia. Sloth grinned at Envy. "I wonder if he's ever been tentacle raped before." She knew that was cruel of her to say, but really, she couldn't help it. He and the other two guys had followed her out, and she had a feeling she knew what they were intending to do to her. "Pwease can we tentarape him, brother? Let's summon a monster and tape it...pretty please?"

He didn’t like to rape his victims but it was for Sloth. “Who needs to summon one?” He said standing up. His body was spasing out again preparing for another transformation. Soon random tentacles were sprouting out of every which way of his body. “The more the merrier” he said to his sister trying to make a joke out of it so she wouldn’t be frightened.