How to Fix the Broken

Chapter 17: What He Wanted to Say (😓😥😰)

(I'm a just gonna put the warning here... this is a pretty bad chapter and I can not believe I wrote this. My stories tend to be better or worse depending on what I have read in the moment. So if what I am reading is of good quality then my writing tends to be as well. [good quality, as in well written nothing to do with what it is about] if what I am reading is not of good quality then my writing might not be good either...)

[when it mentions the black onesie this it means the black under thing that Dream is putting on in the photo above. I have no clue what it is called...and in my story the scarf like thing is not connected where the brooch sits, the brooch holds it there instead]

Dream cried out, pain throbbing through his skull. He crumbled to the floor.

"Now that, that Blue bitch is away, I can freely express my anger." A flat voice from above called. Dream felt a hand grab his a rib through his shirt, he was being lifted off the floor. He hissed in pain and wriggled, trying to get his attacker to let go.

Dream stared into Inks colorless eye lights. White pinpricks on a black background. His mouth, a long jagged line. Dream used to love him. He can't believe he did. It wasn't until Dream married him that he showed his true colors. He was a sadistic, narcissistic sociopathic psychopath who only cared about himself and brought pain upon anyone in his way.

The hand twisted and Dream screamed as the rib snapped. He was being held by his clothing now.

"Ah~ what a beautiful sound." Ink said.  He grabbed another, dropping the rib piece and clothing from the other hand. It clattered to the floor.

A shiny white rib. Dream started to cry. Not again, he wanted to say. Please, he wanted to say. But he knew he couldn't say anything. Ink would only hurt him more.

Ink dragged him up the stairs by the rib, eventually snapping that one as well and into the room they shared. It was originally Dreams. Before they got married, Dream had some how ended up with the master bedroom. Inks tiny ass bedroom became Blues tiny ass bedroom.

"Ah~ little Dreamy~" Ink sang, emotionless. "Look at me." He demanded, and Dream automatically looked up at Ink. Dream was taller, but Ink was stronger by far. And so Dream was on the floor. "Guess what your punishment is~" Ink picked up Dream effortlessly and tossed him onto the bed.

"Gah!" Dream mumbled as his head was hit by the bed frame. Ink immediately climbed on top of him. Ink grabbed the brooch that kept Dreams  cape/scarf like thing together and ripped it off. The scarf fell from around Dreams neck.

"I told you to stop wearing this." Ink waved the pink brooch in Dreams face. He tossed it over his shoulder. "Why must you wear clothes like this? It's so hard to take off~" he ripped open the black onesie piece and undid the belt around Dreams waist.

Dream whimpered, he hated this. But, he was married to the psychopath... was this really considered rape at this point? Dream questioned this a lot, wondering if he should tell someone.

The yellow sleeveless cardigan he wore slipped from his shoulders, and he realized, these were his last pair of black under onesies. They were weird, Dream had to admit, but they were comfortable and the tight but feminine and flexibility of them gave him confidence.

Ink pulled the clothing out from underneath Dream, tossing them on the floor. Dream now lay completely exposed (except for his long ass gloves that reached his shoulders) underneath Ink. Dreams ribs were a total nightmare. A quite a few ribs broken off completely, the rest were covered in cracks and bite marks. They looked horrible but Ink smiled at his masterpiece. Ink leaned over, softly kissed Dreams 'lips' then moved to his neck. There he attacked a spot that was already purple. Dream gasped. He hated that spot. Ink abused it, licking, suckling, and biting it, Blood already spilling from it. Ink then lifted his head so that his mouth was next to Dreams 'ear'