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Torture

(I'm sorry in advance for this chapter. Also, the chapter image is a joke, I do ship it but I just thought that was funny. ANYWAYS, Y'ALL'S COMMENTS HAVE ME DEAD- Anyways- enjoy this chapter :]. )

Y/n POV

I awoke in a new area, no one else was in the room with me as I could see, but the walls were brick and there was an iron door. The only thing in the room was a box that seemed to have a lock on it. I sighed. I began trying to think of ways to get out.

I stood up and everything began spinning and fading to black. I quickly sat down. And rubbed my eyes. That was pretty normal for me to be honest, I always have had low iron.

I stood up again, this time a bit slower. I looked around the room again seeing nothing useful other than the door I swayed over to it. I grabbed the handle and turned it. It didn't move? I pushed it. Still didn't move. I saw no other way to get out so, I walked over to the box I had saw before. It was a small back metal box that looked very out of place. I grabbed it and shook it. It sounded like many things were inside. I picked it up and slammed it on the ground as hard as I could and I looked at it. Nothing but a few scratches on the bottom, well shit.

After aimlessly throwing it all over the room I finally sat down feeling kind of hopeless. I felt so hopeless that I started punching the walls with my bare fist. That wasn't a great idea on my part, all that it gained me was bloody knuckles.

The metal door creaked open and a tall figure stood between it's frame. Dream. Oh shit-

He didn't speak, he did breathe loudly he didn't do anything but walk in and get about two feet away from me, looking down at me. He had his mask on. Out of no where he slapped me across the face. I gasped my eyes widening at the sudden flash of pain. I raised my hand to my cheek getting up.

He kicked my knee making me fall to the ground.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" I raised my voice at him. He just tilted his head down at me, that dumb ass smile just staring at me. He let out a 'hm.' Then proceeded to walk over to the metal box I had been throwing all over the place.

"I see you had a little temper tantrum." He said in a sick amused tone.

"What the hells in that bloody thing." I snapped at him. He turned to me holding it.

"I wouldn't get all cocked up, your gonna pay for that shit you pulled yesterday and I wouldn't make this harder on yourself." He said walking out of the room with the box. He avoided the question..

I internally screamed at myself. I didn't know what to do anymore. I was confused. Was he truly that mad? He couldn't be, he probably just trying to scare me. Yeah, as if he would would actually hurt me.

The masked man walked back in there room holding the box. It was unlocked. So was the door.

I quickly stood up and Dream averted his attention to me once more. I noticed his grip tightened around the handle of the box. I saw his frame tense. I eyed the door. It was unlocked and I knew it.

He walked over to me with an intimidating stance.

I quickly darted past him for the door. In seconds I was slammed to the ground and my arm went numb with a weird pulsing non existent pain? It was hard to describe but I was gritting my teeth at the odd feeling.

"Do not, try that again." He said sitting on my thighs holding me down with his weight. Through my clouded vision I saw him open the metal box. Knifes, pliers, ropes, scissors, shears, water, potions? How did that much fucking- wait. Shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT. HE'S GONNA FUCKING TORTURE ME NO, NO SHIT FUCK NO!

''Hold still. It will save you the pain." Dream said rummaging through the box. I saw him pull a dull dagger out. I wondered why it was dull. He sat it down beside me. I turned to look at it while he went through the box. I grabbed it and stabbed him in the lower stomach. It pierced his stomach and blood began to sleep through his shirt. He stiffened and I smiled my eyes widening. He grabbed the handle of the dagger and ripped it out. His blood flinging on me. My eyes went from wide to terrified as soon as the dagger left the puncture wound.

Dream harshly grabbed me by the throat blocking my airway and he was shaking. Violently.

"Y-you fucking b-bitch." Dream held my throat while grabbed a different knife and shoving it into my leg. I screamed and lost more air. He took the knife out and stabbed my other leg. The pain was unbearable. I couldn't handle it. My eyes began to roll to the back of my head. My vision growing blurrier by the second. I still couldn't feel nothing but weird pain in my arm.

He let go of my neck allowing me to breathe once more. He punched me repeatedly in the face leaving me numb screaming as loud as I ever have.

Then it happened. What I had been waiting for and hoping for. I blacked out.

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Hey everyone! I apologize for how late this chapter was! But your so welcome for the angst <33 I love you all and I hope you have a great day/night and take care of yourself!!!