You Should Have Known Better (Ink x Error Book)

Chapter 6 - Red (Torture 18+ Warning)

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Okay, I'm going to put this down immediately. This chapter is totally messed up. It contains graphic torture. There's no sexual stuff. It's just torture.
I was feeling angry and frustrated and angsty and wanted to let it all out, this is what I got, so don't read if you aren't okay with torture.
But if you are and you chose to continue, I hope you like it <3
Although I might take this down depending on if people think it's good or not, so let me know if you think it helps or ruins the story! And please be honest!!
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Ink couldn't focus on the Star Sans meeting he was in, staring off into the distance as Dream talked about a plan to do something. Ink didn't know what. He had lost interest. His mind was completely elsewhere. He was thinking about Error. The skeleton had probably woken up by now, having been out for almost a full day when he had last checked. He was also thinking about all the frustration he had had that day, from Nightmare's gang causing chaos, to universes being given up on left and right, it was angering him slightly more than usual. And that was causing him to feel... sadistic in a way... specifically towards Error. He glanced at his red vial and noticed something that made his "eyebrows " raise. It was a tad bit emptier than the rest. His rainbow paint cocktail this morning must've been in uneven doses... it looked like he had added the red twice. He must've gotten confused, and that's when he noticed that the pink vial wasn't missing anything at all. He must've gotten them mixed up last second.

Ink's vial mishap must've been what was causing him to think about taking out his anger and frustrations on Error in such grotesquely violent ways. He had been thinking about it all day. He kept imagining scenarios where he returned and found that Error had done something stupid or something that he didn't like, and he had the perfect reason to punish him. He imagined bending him over the bed, his arms chained to the sides as he whipped him. He imagined another scenario where he burned him, perhaps with a lighter. He just wanted to torture him and he didn't know why... but he liked that lighter idea. The meeting dragged on and on and as it went he compiled a list of things he was going to do to Error. The second the meeting ended, Ink stood, "Wow! That's a great plan Dream! We should definitely do that! Now I'll see you guys later, I have to go finish something AU related!!" Ink blurted. Blue looked concerned, "Ink wait, were you even listen-?" Blue was cut off when Ink ran off excitedly. He was left confused, just standing there with Dream.

Ink had went to the doodlesphere. He walked over to a box and opened it, removing the several things keeping the little AU safe. He grabbed the little thing and entered. Once he opened the door, he saw Error on the floor, sobbing relentlessly and scratching at himself, drawing blood in some areas. Ink stared for a moment before shutting the door, "Pff, Error, you look pathetic." He laughed. Error's head shot up and his eyes widened. He backed away slightly, falling over himself as he tried to crawl away, his soul beat dramatically speeding up and getting louder. Ink kneeled down, "What are you doing on the floor anyways? Failed escape attempt?" Ink got up. Error shook his head, a shaky glitching noise coming from his mouth when he tried to talk. Ink rolled his eyes, but he was still very amused, "Stand up Ruru." That nickname mocked Error as he struggled to speak or move. Ink waited a second before gesturing his hands and body in a "what?" sort of way. Error pointed at his legs and mumbled a glitching mess of words. "Error. I. Don't. Understand. You." He hit his hand onto his other one to emphasize every word passed Error's name. Error pointed to his mouth after that and then did a "cut throat" gesture, which was being used as a sort of way to say "no" or "can't".

"Ohhh, you can't speak right now?" Ink giggled, covering his mouth to contain it. Error nodded slightly, glitching more. Ink grabbed his wrist harshly, causing him to lag for a moment as Ink pulled him up and threw him on the bed, so Error's outcry from fear and slight pain was delayed and out of pitch as his glitching affected the sounds he made at the moment. Ink pulled out a paintbrush, quickly whipping up some restraints. Handcuffs. He made sure they were long enough to do what he needed to. Then quickly stripped Error and handcuffed both is his wrists to the bedpost opposite each other. All of this touching and movement was causing Error to struggle with glitched, unintelligible words and noises coming out of his mouth. He was trying to beg him to stop and ask what he did wrong. As far as he was aware he hadn't broken any rules.