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[CHAPTER EIGHT]

Mother..?
...

Not now.
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Wilbur's breathing motion fastened to higher speeds than ever before. His first instinct was running... so that's what he did. He huskily scurried off, almost tripping from the large sprint he just had given off. He couldn't look back, he shouldn't. It would only slow him down, and he didn't want that.. I don't think anyone wants to be slower than of what they are capable of while running away from a seven, almost eight foot tall, skinny, scary horned monster who can teleport and will most likely kill you if you slow down at least a second off-hand. But the temptation was large, if not huge. He wanted to, but he mustn't.

He thought of tommy.

Of how his emotions always carried him rather than logic and rationality.

Then, he thought of techno. Techno never planned things nor thought much, just enough to get out of sticky situations.

He, Wilbur Soot, was —if not— the smartest out of the three. He had to, no matter what.

He recollected his memories in a flash. His hand reached out to the next city light pole he saw before swinging his body around it two times making basically around a few three-sixties degrees until his foot kicked the ender man's face, lumps of purple, glowing bright liquid falling drastically as if it was a volcano show or something in the sorts of it.

Once he regained his common sense, Wilbur looked at the ender pearl on the floor. It had just appeared after the body disintegrated into nothing but oxygen.

He was shaking. He was cold. His foot was soaked in the weird ender man purple shining substance. Adrenaline pulsating through his body and emotions. He started to catch his breath, The british man handn't known he could just drop kick an ender man in one force. But he did. He's auto-sufficient, after-all.

Is he not?

[WILBUR POV]

I started smiling at myself. I did that. I'm capable of helping myself, not some stupid dictator with a huge co- i mean company, yeah. Wait, why do i even think his,, thing,, is huge? Where's my confidence gone? jesus christ..

After a forty-five minute walk i got back to the same old shack. It looked as if it were to fall into crumbles. But hear me out, there's a problem. It wasn't like that before i last spoke with the dictator. He must've done something to do with this, hadn't he?

"Mr.Soot?" A smooth yet deep voice whisper blew slowly right beside my right ear as i stood there in shock. Who the actual hell was this? Don't tell me Mr.Schlatt's got telekinesis?!

I felt a pair of clawed hands mark around my waistline. What was he doing? What is his porpoise to do so? And most importantly,

What is he trying to gain out of this, if he really is trying to get anything?

I shivered as i felt his warm body press slowly and lightly against mine. I shivered and my teeth clenched as i tried not to shutter from the act.

"What? You think i'll rape you?" He laughed at his cruel joke as he slurred on his words.

"Mr.Schlatt, may i please ask you this?" I tried to hum, keeping my feet planted down with a somewhat confident, professional tone. "Y'know.." he paused as he put his chin on my left shoulder while just completely ignoring me."I've.. been, well, watching you."
I couldn't help but shudder at those words. What did he mean by that? "I can tell you're confused just by touching your ribcage. I can sense it when you're scared." ... "...What are you trying to say here exactly now?" I replied, my voice slowly decreasing volume as the sentence i carried on travelled through. "What i'm trying to say, in a way, is, that,, well.. I can tell you've been thinking about me. I have seen you the way you act around almost —if not— everyone here. I know your likes, your dislikes, your habits.. and your love interests." My face went pale. "..You're lying—" "—OH COME ON, WILL. I CAN TELL WHEN YOU!RE TRYING TO ACT TOUGH. But.. do you know the truth behind it all?" I kept quiet. "You're just a submissive bottom who enjoys pain, who get's aroused from being bled." I felt his claws dig into my waistline. My legs started shaking. I couldn't help but suppress my breathing. I felt a gush of blood circulate in my face. His body pressed further against mine. I bit my bottom lip as i kept my quivering down, or at least, toned it down a tad.
I could hear Schlatt chuckle. I felt humiliated. I felt like vomiting. I felt like i wanted to be fucked right here and there.
I'm not acting like myself, and i don't know what to do. I hate it yet i feel like after knowing this i don't think i could live without it, i don't want to live without his hands groping me, his hands cutting right through skin.. I could just imagine it. My body filled with bruises... hickeys, deep scratch marks. And after all that, the sweet feeling of being taken care of for once.

"MMPHF—"

His right claw wrapped against my mouth, making me tear a bit of skin off my bottom lid.

"Open the door." He demanded.

I did as he told.

I act as if i don't like this,

BUT I FUCKING LOVE IT..