Damien Thorne becomes obsessed with destroying and torturing Pip because his ego was hurt. Why was his ego hurting? Because Pip somehow survived an attack by the PRINCE of HELL.
Also y'all don't do what Damien does here thanks <3
Pip woke up chained up to the wall. He was wearing nothing but his boxers. He couldn't see anything, but he could tell that he was still at the warehouse from the feeling of cold wind hitting his body over and over again.
He could feel the rats running over his cold body, their grimy claws dirtying up his dry skin. He really needed a fucking shower. Like, really badly. Pip was planning out his shower and face routine when he heard footsteps coming towards him.
"Up already?" the voice, most definitely Damien, chuckled. "Good, the ritual just finished. Not that you can see it, anyways."
Ritual? What fucking ritual was he trying to do? Fuck, why couldn't Damien just close the fucking windows? It was a freezer in the warehouse. The cold wind just seemed to whip Pip mercilessly, making the poor man shake uncontrollably. He just couldn't get warm enough, but yet he was somehow not cold enough to start experiencing frost bite.
"I noticed that your body was starting to deteriorate last night, I assumed you were close to death." Damien explained, "So, I decided that before we get on to today's ...activities, I should probably reinforce your body and soul so you don't perish on me. I would really HATE if you ended up in heaven where I couldn't have my fun with you. You should really thank me you bastard! You are now immortal!"
Pip grimaced. He was starting to REALLY hate Damien's voice. It was so annoying. He never shut up nowadays. Just going on and on. What happened to that quiet Damien Thorne? He was really going crazy, huh? Probably more crazy than Pip himself was getting. Which was definitely saying something.
"Ah, right." Damien huffed, "You are still blindfolded. Can't have that, can we?"
"Wow." Damien took off the blindfold and laughed. "You look fucking horrible!"
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"What..." Pip grimaced, trying to stretch as best as he could despite being chained to the wall, "What did you do."
"What?" Damien grinned, "What happened to your whole optimist happy-go-lucky personality? You aren't going emo on me now are you?"
"Says the fucking CEO of emos...."
He was... taller, wasn't he? He felt taller. His body had grown exponentially while he was asleep. He had to be at least 6 feet now. His body was wider, but he was still obviously malnourished, evident by the fact he could see his rip-cage.
He waited for Damien to retort something smart-ass back to him, but nothing. Pip looked up and saw that Damien was rolling something over to him.
Was that... A fucking medieval wheel? Was Pip just hallucinating? Was hallucination an after effect of the hell ritual? How the fuck did Damien even get such a thing? Was it common in hell?
"Oh, don't look so scared!" Damien smirked, "This won't kill you. Nothing can now."
"Fuck you." Was all that Pip could say back.
"No thanks," Damien mounted the wheel onto a large machine. When did Damien find the time to bring such a thing over? "Right now your body is much stronger than you are used to. If those chains weren't reinforced with obsidian, you probably would've escaped by now. So to bring you back to the way you were, I am going to... break you in."
"No, no!" Pip cried, " I think I am good! You don't need to do that! I-I won't fight you! Ever! I promise! Please, just stop!"
But Damien didn't stop. ————
[PIP POV]
Cold.
Fuck, it is so fucking cold. How long have I been asleep? At least I am not blind folded anymore. I look around, it's so dark now that I can barely see. But what I can see is that one, I am no longer chained up. Good. And two, any muscle mass I gained from that fucking ritual it did was now gone.
Fuck, I really was looking forward to being able to give that twat a piece of my mind. Guess it will have to wait. I try to get up, but my legs feel like jelly. Most likely from the damage that torture gave my body.
Speaking of said torture, I can't even remember what happened. And it's not like I fainted and was unconscious during it— no, I was fully awake. I know I was. But every time I try to remember what happened... last night, was it? Pray, how many nights has it even been? I have been stuck here for so long I lost track.
Either way, I can't remember what happened for the life of me. My brain hurts just trying to think about that night. My only guess is that my mind is subconsciously blocking it from my memory. Probably some sort of tactic to save me from ending it all from the memories and flashbacks.
Not that I really can end it all now...
Pray, was it going to torture me forever? Am I being reduced to a fucking experiment for this son of satan bitch? Fuck.. I need to get out of here.
