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9

Warning: This fic contains vore, slash, emotional distress, physical injury, mentions of rape, lots and lots of crying, and is generally for a mature audience. Read at your own discretion.

Whew, this is the longest chapter so far. How you guys holding up? Remember, I wanna hear what you like, what you don't, internal screaming, whatever you wanna put into words.

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9

He woke up screaming, and quickly stifled it with his hands. He panted heavily, staring up at the black vaulted ceiling of his room until his heart stopped beating so fast. He wiped the sweat away with the back of his hand, peering around the dark room nervously. Everything looked like a shadow creeping up on him.

The door opened suddenly, and he almost screamed again. He caught half of a white face peeking in and realized it was only Dimentio. The jester floated towards him and sat on his bed. He looked concerned.

He sat up, putting his face in his hands. Dimentio cocked his head and drew a little closer. There was something a little unsettling in his gaze, but he didn't notice until the jester captured his wrists and tugged him onto his lap.

Words refused to come out of his mouth, lodging in his throat as he started to become a little afraid. Dimentio's smile didn't change, only displaying the cold, porcelain mockery it always did. He leaned in closer until their chests were pressed together and he whispered something incomprehensible in his ear. One arm snaked around his shoulders while the other circled his waist.

He shivered, Dimentio's iron hold on him leaving him unable to escape. The jester captured his lips next, stealing away his breath. A hand latched into his hair, painfully wrenching it.

He struggled. He didn't want this! His friend was being far too rough, and he wasn't comfortable with this at all! Finally, he managed to pull away, scrambling off the bed and into a corner of the room, breathing raggedly.

Dimentio's yellow eye, glowing in the dark, followed him. He heard a snap, and then six golden walls compressed around him, boxing him in. He pounded on them, desperate to get out, but they wouldn't budge. They seemed to close in on him, suffocating... Dimentio slowly came closer, step by step. His smile cracked, turning into an insane, fanged grin.

He cowered. Dimentio put his thumb to his middle finger, poised to snap. He closed his eyes, waiting for the pain to come, but it didn't. When he opened them, he was in a black void, all the white outlines of his room gone. Air whistled past him. He was falling. He looked down, and screamed.

The fanged grin waited for him down below. It opened, presenting a dark red hole, a pit which would lead him down and down into despair. The tongue extended out to him, catching him and manipulating him. He tried to resist, but everything was too slippery, and he slid backwards, then down.

It was imminent, unavoidable. He couldn't move. He heard a growl from below him, and tried, but he couldn't move. The push and pull of the powerful muscles around him was inescapable. Down, down, for an eternity, until he bumped against something that opened for him. Slowly, he was forced to curl up in a prison that was much too hot and much too moist. The walls constricted around him, pressing into him from all sides. He couldn't breathe. His skin began to tingle...

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He woke up screaming, and quickly closed his throat over the sound. He panted heavily, staring up at the ugly green ceiling as his heart went a thousand miles per hour. Beside him, Dimentio muttered something sleepily and peered over the wall of pillows.