(Dipper pov)
I wake up feeling him hitting my cheek before he grabs my jaw making me look up at him. "Wake up, sweetheart."
How long have I been stuck here? A few days? A week? I don't even know anymore. There are no windows down here and he doesn't feed me. He barely even gives me water, he just interrogates me over things in my personal life and f I don't give him an answer he likes then he uses the knifes to cut into me. I have to get out of here.
He let's go of me and picks up a knife, twirling it in his hand. I look down at the dried blood on my chest as an idea forms in my head.
"B-B-Bill..."
"Yes, Pinetree?"
"I-I'm really really hungry. Please, can I have any food?"
He hums in thought as he walks back over to me. "Alright, but don't try anything." He slams the knife down onto the chair in between my legs, just garely missing me. "Wouldn't want to lose anything."
"I w-won't, I promise."
"Good."
He walks behind me untying me, and as he does this I step on my shoelace discreetly getting it untied. Bill grabs my arm pulling me out of the chair and I trip on my shoelace crashing into the knife cart, several knives falling to the floor. Bill sighs annoyed.
"I'm sorry, I got dizzy and my shoelace came untied...I'm sorry."
"Just tie the damn thing so you don't trip on it again."
I kneel down retying my shoe shoe, secretly grabbing a small knife hiding it in my shoe before I stand up. Bill grabs my arm tightly pulling me upstairs. As he opens the basement door, I wince at the sudden sunlight streaming in through the living room windows. As he pulls me to the kitchenn I make a mental note of how many doors and windows I see as I plan my escape.
He forces me to sit at the small round table in the kitchen as he quickly makes a sandwich and puts it in front of me with a watter bottle.
I hungrily eat the sandwich and drink the water so fast that I end up throwing it all up in a nearby trashcan. I feel Bill rub my back as he brushes my hair out of my face.
"Damn, Pinetree. I made that just for you and you just puke it all up."
"I'm s-sorry...I-I'm sorry..." I cough slightly as I wipe my mouth on the back of my hand.
He makes me another sandwhich setting it in front of me. "No one is going to try and take your food."
I slowly eat the sandwich, gladut stays in my stomach. I finish the bottle of water before looking up at Bill.
"Can I take a shower?"
He holds my jaw in his hand, his thumb caressing my cheek.
"How could I ever say no to you? Down the hall, first door on the right. You have 10 minutes before I come looking for you."
He let's go of me and I get up going to the bathroom turning the shower on. I silently leave the bathroom and instead go into the room across the hall, it being a bedroom. I need to find my phone.
Stan used to be a chief of police, and when I got my phone he told me to call or rext him the word pepper if I was ever in life threatening trouble.
I search his dresser drawers, making sure to put everything back exactly where it was before moving on to another drawer. I finally find my phone in the nightstand and turning it on finding Stan's contact and type as fast as I can
Pepper.
I hit send and freeze hearing slow clapping behind me.
"Got to say, Pinetree, you're more ballsy than I give you credit for. Having the shower running while you searched for your phone was a smart move."
He advances towards me as I back myself into the corner, my whole body trembling. "You knew I would go for my phone."
"You had two choices really. You could take the shower and be rewarded for good behavior, or you could go for the phone and have to deal with the punishment."
He rips the phone out of my hand, dropping it to the cround crushing it under the heel of his shoe. He back hands me hard, it sending me to the ground painfully. I hold my cheek in my hand as I look up at him, tears from pain stinging my eyes.
"Don't give me that pathetic look, you fucking bitch."
"I'm sorry p-please just let me go back home. I want to go home!"
He kicks me hard in the ribs making me curl up in pain, it feeling like all the air just left my lungs.
"I don't give a damn about what you fucking want!"
His foot connects with my face making me cry out in pain, feeling my eye swelling up and blood trickling down my chin. He kneels down by me, grabbing a fistful of my hair lifting my head up to look at him as he glares down at me. It's like looking at the fucking devil himself.
"You are my bitch, I fucking own you. I will engrave that into your fucking skyll and teach you that lesson over and over again if I have to. I will break you until you learn your fucking place."
Without warning he begins slamming my head against the floor over and over, blood gushing from my nose as the entire world around me goes dark.
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