Pines, Reporting for Duty

Chapter 6

(Dipper pov)

I peel my eyes open hearing the attic door open. I gulp as his head peeks up and he rests his chin in his palm. "You enjoy your little nap there, Pinetree?"

"I wasn't taking a nap." From the corner of my eye I notice moonlight spilling into the room from the tiny round window.

"Uh huh, then what were you doing with your eyes closed in the darkness?"

"Thinking. Closing my eyes helps me be alone with my thoughts sometimes."

"Did it help this time?"

"A little bit."

"And what were you thinking about?"

"Escaping you and seeing your ass arrested."

"Glad to know you like my ass." He walks towards me and crouches down in front of me. "What were you really thinking about?"

"...how long my family will wait before they presume that I'm dead. What the funeral would be like, who would show up and what would be written on the headstone." I feel him wipe a tear from my cheek. I didn't even realize that a tear had even fallen.

"Wow. That is really some super fucking depressing shit. What made you think of that, of all things?"

"Are you actually serious? You kidnapped me, tortured me, tied me up and killed innocent people just so you can keep me as some kind of pet."

"Trust me, you aren't a pet. If you were my pet, I would have put a collar and leash on you. You are simply my entertainment until I get bored."

"Is there a reason you came up here?"

"There is, actually. I am watching Lights Out, and thought maybe you would want to come downstairs and watch it with me. Maybe if you behave I'll let you sleep on the couch instead of up here all tied up. Would you like that?"

"Yes."

"Use the magic word."

"Yes please..." Any dignity I had left is gone as soon as those words leave my mouth.

He takes out a pocket knife and cuts me free before leading me downstairs. He sits on the couch pressing play on the movie. I make a mental note of the cabin interior before I sit on the couch, leaving plenty of space between him and me.

I'm honestly only giving the movie like 15% of my attention. The rest of my attention is making notes of the doors and windows. The door has a dozen locks on it that need a key and all of the windows that I can visibly see appear to be nailed down.

A sudden jump scare appears on the screen making me scream and cling tightly to the one thing closest to me. Unfortunately that thing just so happened to be Bill's arm. I feel my face heat up in embarassment as he throws his head back laughing at my reaction. I instantly let go and move away from him.

"My, my, I didn't realize how eager you were to be around me.:

"Th-That's not-"

"You are too much for me when you look like this. All beat up, dried blood all over you." He grabs a fistful of my hair and I wince as he pulls m eover so he can whisper into my ear. "I have a little problem that you're going to help me with seeing how you aren't going to watch the movie. But, if don't then I will lock you back into that attic and I promise you that you will never see the light of day ever again."

He lets go of me and the smirk on his face sends chills down my spine. I gulp nervously seeing that I had zero choice in the matter before I sit on my knees on the floor in front of him inbetween his legs. He wasn't kidding about his little problem.

I have fucked with other guys, by the way. I'm a grown-ass adult, not some 40 year old virgin. I just never really sucked someone off before, but there is no way I'm letting him know that. He's already fucking crazy enough.

I reach up unzipping his jeans and the damn thing just springs out.

I clench my hands in my lap trying to regain my compsure before I slowly take him into my mouth.

He puts his hand on the back of my head pushin ghimself further into my mouth and I do everything I can to not gag as I continue sucking.

He grips my hair tightly as he moans, I'm not even sure how long it's been at this point, when he finally releases into my mouth and lets go of my hair. I pull away from him ready to spit it out when his hand grabs my face covering my mouth making it so that I can't.

"Don't even think about spitting it out." Not having any choice I'm forced to swallow. He holds my chin making me look up at him. "Open." I do so and once he's satisfied he gently closes my mouth and his hand ruffles my hair. "Good boy. Because you did so good you get to sleep out here."

He turns the TV off before walking down the hall to another room and I hear a door close. I sit on the couch with my head in my hands, hot tears of shame running down my cheeks.

I'm never going to get out of here. He's taken every precaution possible to keep me here like a damn caged bird. He will never let me go. I will never see my family again. Mabel...I am so sorry I wasn't able to come home.

I lay down with an arm over my eyes as I quietly cry myself to sleep.

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I wake up with a small scream feeling tears slowly trailing down my face. I weakly wipe them away when I hear his bedroom door open and he stands a few feet behind the couch. "Are you dying or something?"

"No."

"Then why the fucking screaming?"

"Just had a bad dream."

"...Come with me."

I get off the couch and follow him to the bedroom. It's just now as he gets under the covers that I realize he's shirtless.

"Well? You waiting for an invitation?"

I climb into the bed with him. He wraps his arms around me pulling me closer, one arm around my shoulders and another on the back of my head.

As I drift off to sleep, I hear him mutter something very weird.

"I'm scared that once you're gone....I won't be able to live...."