What happens in the gaps?

under the water

trigger warnings for violence ahead. a sadistic demon forcing horrible things the hint is the chapter title

happy reading!

ford pov:

returning to bed after a long shower my mind feels sluggish. fiddleford has thrown the blanket off of himself in his sleep, sprawled out, his pillow still firmly tucked under his arm. i slip into bed and he rolls over, abandoning his pillow for me.

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fiddleford pov:

drenched in sweat i wake up, the nightmares barely indiscernible from reality as i feel steady breathing. my heart beats faster in my chest as i see ford, reminding myself its only ford.

he glances at me, taking his eyes off his book, dark circles under his eyes. "mornin." i mumble my voice barely a whisper.

"lets go out to eat this morning." ford says as he ruffles my hair and puts his book on his nightstand.

________________________after food back at the cabin, they ate at the dinner though________

i watch as ford falls asleep on the couch while reading. i sigh and take the book and his glasses from him. setting them on the table i smile as i hear him softly snore.

turning on the bathroom light i shut the door. feeling like ive got a second skin, i strip and get in the shower. quickly washing my body and hair the thought of a bath makes me smile. i plug the drain, the tub filling with nice hot water. my eyes drift over to the bottle of bubble bath. a smile tugs at my lips as i pour a fair amount into the water before putting it back.

i ease down into the water, thankful its a deeper tub than most. i chuckle as i remember ford telling me he had it done custom because he was too tall for regular ones to be comfortable.

several minutes later the water is level with my upper chest. not bothering to lean forward and turn off the water, i turn the knobs with my foot. a thick layer of bubbles covers the water, including what of my chest isnt submerged. my arms resting of the sides of the tub i relax, my head tipping back.

i hear footsteps outside the bathroom just before the door opens. i smile to myself. fords six fingered hand grabs the shower curtain and pulls it back. cold air hits my face and i open my eyes to look at him.

his head cocked to the left, his glasses on obscuring his eyes as they fog up with steam. a half smile on his face.

"mm the waters nice ford, want to join me?" i ask my voice coming out smother than i expected it to.

he pulls his shirt off over his head while i watch enjoying the view. his glasses get bumped by his hand as he fixes his hair. a slightly lighter shade of brown, piercing eyes stare at me unblinking.

"why did you have to fucking ruin things? i had what i wanted until you showed up. the next thing i knew you were all he could gush about. i became almost nothing to him. dont you fucking take whats mine!" his voice rising with each word, his voice not fords.

my pulse quickens and i go to sit up, his hand swings through the air. my cheek stings as his hand makes contact, tears welling up. fearing the worst i toggle the tub drain with my foot as hands wrap around my throat.

"i went easy on you before, now the gloves are off glasses." he spits out his face inches from mine as he hovers over the tub. his grip tightening as i feel the water getting lower.

a dangerous glint turns his eyes a shade lighter, i try to get his hands off my throat. my hands slick with wetness cant make his budge.

"lets see if you can breathe under water." he spits out a sadistic chuckle leaving his lips in between his words.

my eyes widen, i can barely breath as it is right now, as his grip cuts off most of my airway.

he shoves me under the water and my head hits the bottom. my lungs burning as i try to keep from inhaling the water, i try harder to get his hands off of me.

he pulls my head out of the water momentarily, i try to inhale the air. he pushes me back under water and loosens his grip over my airway. water rushes in as i try to stop it, only to end up inhaling more. he pulls me up again, as i try to cough up water.

he watches intently as i cough and catch my breath. his eyes notice as the water is getting lower.

"didnt like the water?" he questions and i glare at him through my wet hair.

"why do this? what do you gain from this?" i ask my throat burning as each word is followed by a raspy breath.

grabbing my chin to force me to look him in the eyes, i slip, nearly slipping back under water.

"because Stanford belongs to me." his voice rings out as he pushes me back under the water holding me down.

the sudsy water burns my eyes, stings my lungs as i am left with no choice but to submit to my body trying to breathe. my mind grows fuzzy, i claw at the hands pinning me down, my nails sinking into flesh.

i crack my eyes open and i see his silhouette above me shaking with a manic laughter, as my vision goes black.

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ford pov:

my eyes open with a start. a post it note on my forehead. i pull it off my face and flip it over, noticing the deep claw marks going down my arms and hands.

"hi ya sixer! you have roughly three minutes!" - bill.

my eyes widen, as i notice its not ink, but blood, my blood. i stand up and notice im soaking wet. "fiddleford!" i shout as i begin to look for him.

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luxy_dreamer, i might as well let bill put on a show for you, give you more of a reason to hate him. how bad do you want it to hurt?