BillFord shit (⚠️ LEMON ⚠️)

Srry not Srry lol ⚠️SADISM⚠️

YAY!!! TORTURE!!!! (Bill is a sadistic and angry)
ON WITH THIS SHIT!!!

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"You gonna give up yet?" Bill asked.

It had been hours of pain for Ford. Hours that felt like forever. But time doesn't exist anymore. It could've been so much longer, or not even one hour.

"Never.." Ford caught his breath for a moment. "I will never let you in..! I won't let you take over this dimension!"

Bill wasn't happy about that and grabbed a handful of Ford's hair, pulling it back to make Ford look into that large, singular eye of his.
"Listen up, Ford, and you listen good! You're stuck here forever, and you always will be! I'll kill and torture you forever if that's what it takes! Even if you don't give me that Equation, I still get enjoyment in your suffering!" Bill chuckled.

"Go ahead! I don't care what you do! I'll never let you take this dimension!" Ford yelled.
Bill growled lowly and pulled on one of the chains hard enough to pull a limb off, but he wasn't there. Yet.
Ford yelled at the pain, but that made Bill somewhat smile.

"Oh, what sweet noises you make, Fordsy!" Bill spoke. The tone was sweet as pure sugar, but the actions were the complete opposite. He eventually let go of the chain, which was lightly dripping in blood, as the edges of the chain seemed to have dug into Ford's skin.

"C'mon! What has this dimension ever done for you? What reason do you have to keep them safe? All everyone's ever done is bully and harass."
"That's exactly what you're doing, Cipher."
"Oh, Ford, I'm not bullying or harassing you! I'm torturing you! Isn't that obvious?"

Bill continued, "It's cute that you think you can do this forever, really! You can think you're being a good person all you want, but all you're doing is submitting to your doom. No one knows, and no one cares about what you're going through! Everyone wants everyone dead, and that even goes for you and me!"

Ford scowled at the evil equilateral in front of him, "You're trying to make me second guess myself." He read the demon like a book.
"Ah, you know me well! Gaslight or no, you're just wasting your breath, quite literally!" Bill chuckled.

"Go on. Do your worst!" Ford dared, preparing himself for a truckload of agony. But Bill only stared.

Bill eventually let go of Ford's hair and backed up. "Oh, really? Is that really what you want? Jeez, it's like you want to be in pain!" Bill rolled his eye.
"But if that's what you want, then I'm more than happy to oblige!"

The chains disappeared, letting Ford fall to the ground with a thud. Bill quickly lifted him up and started to mess with Ford, pulling at limbs, scratching through the clothing... Small yet affective things.
"A shame. I really liked this body of yours," Bill blurted out with a shrug. "But now you're like a doll that's beyond repair. Only I can repair, I'm just not going to."

Bill's grip on Ford got tighter as anger built up in his system. "JUST SPIT IT OUT!" He yelled in the mortals face, who was grunting from the tight grip, feeling like he was going to be crushed until the demon let go and threw Stanford into the flesh couch.

Ford was about to get off before being grabbed again and shoved into the wall, the wall cracking a bit from the Force. "NOW!" The triangle yelled, sclera going red for a moment.

Ford took a moment to catch his breath, which wasn't too long. "No."
Bill growled at the answer before shoving Stanford down to the floor and going to the other end of the room.

"I don't get it... Why do you care so much for a dimension that has done nothing for you?" Bill spoke his mind aloud.
"Because these people are living beings with emotions. I'm not risking their lives just for you to be happy."

"Yeah! They're humans! They suck! I don't see the big deal," Bill rolled his eye.
"Maybe you don't, but I do."
"Okay then! Why don't you tell me! Oh, is it because they know how to speak and do things?! You're not as smart as you used to be, Sixer."

Ford got a bit upset at the insult.
Bill sighed.
"Why do you care? Don't give me bullshit like 'They're alive'. I want a genuine answer. Why are you not giving up?" Bill turned to Ford.

"Because I have a heart. What about you? What happened? Because something tells me you weren't born like this," Ford answered.

Bill froze for a moment before he started laughing.
"Heh, it seems you've done your homework!" He smirked and turned back to Ford. "See, the difference between you and I is big. I have the guts to cause the end of something i hate! YOU are a coward."

Bill spawned another drink into his hand. "But, I supposed that's because you're a mortal. You have emotions that you can't control, and that drives you to do crazy things," He took a sip of his drink.

Ford watched, still catching his breath.

A few seconds passed before a chain took Ford's neck and pulled him up.
Bill grabbed the link as if it were a leash, forcing Ford to be close to him.
"If it weren't for your puny emotions, I'd be having a good time with my friends! But no! You just had to be an obstacle, didn't you? Do you like this? Should I continue? Because I'm happy to oblige!"

Ford looked into that massive eye, the latter being filled with anger. "No." He breathed out.

Bill shoved Ford away.
"IT'S ALWAYS 'NO' THIS AND 'NO' THAT!" He chugged down the rest of the alcohol before tossing the cup behind himself.
Bill looked closely at Ford. "What do I have to do to get you to say yes?"

"There's nothing you can do to change my mind. You aren't taking this d-"
Bill yanked the leash as two other chains took Ford's wrists and pulled back.

"I heard you the first time, you dolt." Bill looked down at Ford.
"If you wanna say the same thing over and over again, then at least have it be my name," He chuckled.