What happens in the gaps?

please forgive me

im just going to apologize in advance....

fiddleford pov:

ford pants above me as he pulls out. his hands hand been shaking the whole time, tears flowing from his eyes. i sit up and kiss him, trying to stop his tears, knowing i cant. 

i cuddle into his chest as he wraps his arms around me, murmuring how much he loves me. 

what was he seeing? i shake the thought from my head. 

"i dont think you should sleep here with me anymore." he says after clearing his throat. my eyes widen and i pull away from him.

looking him in the eyes, normal, i scowl. "what the hell ford, what wa-" i start to try demanding answers hurt by his words.

"no, fidd. its not safe for you. what if i fall asleep and he hurts you again? what if he kills you fidd, it was a close call a few days ago. i-its not safe for you to sleep around me." he says reassuring me, begging me to understand where hes coming from.

i look down at the bed unable to respond. "the last time i fell asleep around you, he nearly killed you. i cant put you in that position again." his voice shaking and becoming more frantic. "fidd, t-the whole time we, he knew..... he was s-showing me. the things hes done to you, as if it was me in control, as if it was me wanting to hurt you." he looks away from me.

the air sits between us as my mind wraps around fords words. i grab the blanket and get up covering myself. ford doesn't meet my gaze as i stare at him.

"i-i'll leave." i stammer and go to leave the room not even bothering to grab my clothes.

tears sting my eyes. how could he continue to touch me, to look at me. i hear him get out of the bed behind me, i refuse to turn back and look at him. 

"fidd, please." i hear and stop in my tracks as a sick laughter fills the air. slowly i turn my head, ford is now standing in the doorway, his eyes glowing. 

"filthy little slut, next time i wont give him a chance to save you. i cant believe he kept fucking you, watching as i cut you open, as i forced you to take this cock. as i threatened to kill you, as i nearly did. i was giving him quite the show the whole fucking time, i showed him everything little slut. now ive got to punish ford for fucking a whore. show him who he belongs to before he forgets." bills voice rings out. 

he walks twards me as my heart hammers in my chest, my fingers suddenly loosing their grip on the blanket around me. my eyes dart around the room for anything that can help me. my feet refusing to move, he gets closer.

"should i let him see in real time what a whore you are? let him see as i carve into that pretty flesh?" he asks grabbing my wrists his voice dropping. my breathing quick and shallow, my chest tightens. 

he drags me back to the bedroom and gives me a twisted smile as he picks up fords shirt. he ties it firmly around my hands as i try to get out from his grip.

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ford pov:

"come on now glasses, lets show stanford how that pretty flesh looks when its cut open!" the words fall out of my mouth, but not with my voice. 

laying in the middle of the bed hands above his head, tied into place.  his feet bound and secured to the end of the bed.

i try to raise my hand but cant. "naughty sixer! im still driving! if i were you i wouldnt want to do that, my knife might slip!" his voice fills the air.

i see fiddleford looking into my left eye, the one im watching from.

______its bill moving his body ok but im going to pov it like i normally would. ok good... sorry its about to get a lot worse than i expected it to here.__

i walk across the room to the bed a knife clenched in my right hand, i grab fiddlefords right leg with my left hand. i make a show of twirling the knife in my hand before placing the flat of the blade against his leg. 

my heart pounding in my chest, tears fall from my left eye as i watch in horror. 

the knife turns on its end and the sharp of the blade slowly cuts his leg, a thin line of blood pooling as the knife parts the flesh slightly deeper than a paper cut. the knife repeating at intervals going up his leg to just below the knee. 

"look sixer hes got strpies now!" i laugh out. fiddlefords eyes are shut tight, i see him trying to steady his breath.

"now fordsy lets get to the other leg and cut deeper now ok?" i say as i walk around the bed.

fidds left leg cold under my hand, the knife digs in. slicing deeper than before, i feel him tremble under my touch. afraid, of me, of whats wearing my skin. i try to resist and the knife faulters. 

it slips and the perfectly straight line curves upward slightly diving a little deeper. fiddleford cries out in pain unable to restrain his voice.

"oh my thas a lot of blood, more than i wanted just yet. guess thats it for now, cant have all the fun now anyway..." i say with an almost pouting tone.

i climb onto the bed and untie his feet, his feet pull away from me as soon as he can move them.

i grab his left ankle and forcefully pull it twards me. i position his ass on my hips, his body stiffens.

his blood coats my hands as i hold his legs in place as he tries to move. my eye widens in horror as his body grinds against mine.