Killer Love(Septiplier)

Pain

I woke up I don't know how much later. I was dehydrated, and starving, so it must have been a while. I was tied to a chair, and as I blinked awake, I noticed the concrete under me was stained with old blood. I began to struggle, whimpering in fear.

"Where am I? What do you want from me?" I gasped

"Oh. Welcome to my home."

"I- I know your voice. Who are you?" I stammered

"Do you have the time?" He said smugly

"You! what do you want from me...?" I growled in recognition

"Oh, just to have... a little bit of fun. My name is Jack, by the way. But most people call me Anti. Because I go against all things normal. Don't ever call me Jack. If you do, I'll research the slowest, and most painful way to kill you once I've used you up."

I made a mental note to never call him Jack.

He stuck a needle into the side of my neck and pushed the plunger. I screamed as the fluid coursed through my veins.

"Little concoction of my own making. What does it feel like? How does it hurt? Is it a burn? An ache? A sting?"

"I don't know... It hurts. please... Make it stop!"

"I cant. It'll wear off soon though. its a mix of some Carolina reaper juice, rubbing alcohol, mint extract, and lemon juice. If you were wondering." He laughed, a low evil chuckle. he took another syringe, and put it into his own arm. He hissed through gritted teeth. "Oh good gods. its all three. No wonder you sound so sad."

"You get off on pain?" I gasped weakly.

He got down low to my face and flicked a switchblade across my cheek. "Isn't it obvious?"

I recoiled in shock as I saw his eyes. Where the whites should be, it was bright green. The irises were an electric blue. And the pupils, oh they were the darkest most soulless black you can imagine. His dyed hair matched the green in his eyes perfectly.

"So, what should I do to you today hmm?" He ran his hand along an array of knives and other things laid out on a table that was fitted with straps. "Oh. I know." He picked up a gun, and pistol whipped me until blood dripped from my mouth. Then he picked up a knife, and ripped my shirt along with my chest. I screamed in pain as he laughed.

"Please..." I begged, crying "Stop... No more..."

"Alright. It's your first day. I'll go easy on you." He untied me from the chair, and dragged me to a small room with no windows, one door, and a futon on the floor. He threw me inside, and slammed the door. I heard a lock click, and a deadbolt slide. I curled up on the futon, and cried myself to sleep. I could hear him laughing on the other side of the door.