Chains of Negativity

Chapter 4

TW: Abuse & torture

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Nightmare walked into his room, looking at the mess before him. Ink was sobbing his eyes out-still-and he was curled into a ball, shivering. The feelings he got off of Ink were incredible but he wanted more.

He began to circle Ink again, like the vulture he was. It took him a while to decide what to do with him. How to get more negativity off him, it was what he was here for after all. Nightmare kneeled down beside Ink, tracing his hand along his face. Despite sobbing, Ink was asleep, it was a side effect of the overwhelming negativity forced upon him. Nightmare wanted him awake to feel what he was about to do to him.

He grabbed Ink by the throat and threw him against the wall. He hit it with a sickening crack and Ink was forced into consciousness by the pain. He fell to the floor again when Nightmare let him go and scrambled to get away from him. Nightmare used a tentacle to grab Ink's foot, dragging him back. Ink resisted, grabbing onto the bed leg. His tentacles slithered up Inks leg, then he suddenly jerked Inks leg making a sickening crack.

Ink screamed in pure agony, trying to curl in on himself. Of course, Nightmare wasn't going to stop there. He grabbed the small man's other leg and smashed it against the bed frame, causing his leg to splinter. Small pieces of bone fell off the now bloody cracks onto the floor. Nightmare breathed in the sensation, seeming to enjoy it more than he expected to.

"You're going to be a nice toy," He chuckled, picking Ink up like a rag doll as he sobbed from the pain. "I am getting excited at all the possibilities."

Ink gritted his teeth, unable to speak or make a comeback. He was in too much pain to want to think about anything else.

"What?" he seemed to purr "Cat got your tongue?"

He laughed and threw Ink against the floor. Ink let out another yelp of pain as his bloody and broken legs hit against the ground.

"My, you're still... improper. If I was in company I would get dressed. Seems like you're ungrateful. I don't tolerate that." He picked up the clothes ment for Ink and threw them in the fireplace, fueling the flames.

Nightmare grabbed Ink by his rib cage, dragging him over to his bed. He grabbed a rope from the canopy and tied Inks' wrists together with it. Ink was slightly hanging above the ground. He cried out from the pain, writhing in his binds. Nightmare cracked a whip behind the skeleton and he froze in fear.

"Oh god, Nightmare please!" He cried

The cry fell on deaf ears as Nightmare reeled back and whipped Ink across the back. A deep slash formed, bleeding immediately. Then he hit again, and again. Until his back was a bloody mess of cuts.

"You will not be ungrateful again, do you hear me?" Nightmare asked, walking closer to Ink.

Ink tried to catch his breath, unable to speak. Nightmare didn't like the disrespect, so he dug his fingers into Inks' wound, causing him to scream. Nightmare used his other hand to grab one of Ink's ribs.

"What was your first rule?" He demanded.

Ink took a few seconds to speak, catching his breath and working through the pain, "No . . . speaking out of turn"

"And you broke it," he growled before snapping one of Ink's ribs off.

Another scream of pain ripped its way out of Inks mouth. More tears fell from his eyes and he sobbed his lungs out.

Nightmare used a knife, tracing Ink's body from his hip all the way up to his hands. He sliced through Inks' binds, letting him crumble onto the floor. He walked over Ink's body and sat on his bed, soaking up all Ink's horrible feelings. It was addicting.

He let Ink sob on the floor uncontrollably, allowing his feelings to get worse. He was so afraid, and in so much pain. Nightmare loved it.

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Ink awoke to someone gently bandaging the cracks on his legs. Out of reflex, Ink screamed and pulled his legs away from them.

"Shh, we got you," Horror cooed and grabbed Ink again.

This time he didn't speak, he didn't fight. He was too scared to do either in case they would hurt him like Nightmare hurt him. Cross continued to bandage Ink legs up before washing the blood off his back. Whatever liquid he used to wash the blood off felt like acid on the stinging lashes along his back. He clenched his teeth and tried to silence the screams he so desperately wanted to let out.

Soon it was over, and Inks back was bandaged up along with the rest of his injuries. The bandages were the only thing covering his body. It made him incredibly embarrassed, still being naked in front of them. But they didn't seem to mind all that much, so it didn't make him feel all too bad. They were more focused on what they could do for him than what he was wearing while they did it. Cross pulled Ink against him, holding him tightly while Horror grabbed a plate off the ground and offered it to him.

Ink looked down at it and saw the food. It looked better than anything the stars had ever made. Their food was about getting the most nutrients in them in the shortest amount of time. This food looked like it was made just for pleasure and taste, which was a welcome change. He reached out for it and hesitantly took the food from him. Ink looked down at it and carefully picked up the fork and took a bite of it.

It tasted so good. In fact it tasted so good that he decided to ignore the fact that both Horror and Cross were staring at him with worry. It wasn't like Ink knew the emotion they were showing to him, but the stares were still uncomfortable to say the least. But he was so desperate for some actual substance, especially some that made him feel as good as this did. He gulped down every last drop of what was on the plate, loving every second of it. Ink could almost forget about the pain shooting through his legs and ribs. Almost.

He dropped the plate to the floor when he was done. He was sad it was gone, but he felt so full and couldn't eat another bite of food. Ink passed the plate back over to Horror and whispered a quiet thank you, hoping that it wouldn't mean punishment. Horror and Cross both stood up, with no plans of hurting Ink despite him flinching.

They smiled down at him and left the room, hoping they could offer some sort of comfort to him after what just happened and what would continue to happen to him in the future. Cross locked Nightmare's door behind them, leaving Ink alone again, with nothing but his pain and fear to keep him company.