Truth || A SkyDoesMinecraft FanFic ||

Chapter 11

//warning! gore, torture, self-hate, and sexual abuse in this chapter. if you are triggered by any of that stuff, please do not read this chapter and i will explain to you what happened in the comments. thank you! <3

Sky's body was in a horrible mess, tears staining his cheeks and weak hope
hanging onto a string of darkness- other known as this cell.

Sky and Ty had been staying in this version of hell for over two months now- Sky barely seeing Ty and the same with Ty to Sky.

When they blacked out- they found themselves trapped. Tempest came
over, grabbing up Sky and torturing him for hours and hours. The younger boy felt weak, limp, and in so much pain he couldn't understand a single word; much less say one.

So in result here he lays, in the corner of a dark cell, naked besides ripped up pants, and wounds- all over. Both Tempest and Cryrus had been doing this to him, so now he's terrified. He doesn't want to get them mad, which results in a beating.

And hell those beatings hurt.

Sky doesn't know what they would do to him next. Dump him in water? Whip him until he loses his voice for another week? Or maybe he will-

Sky stopped that thought. He did not want that again- where his body was invaded by his own childhood friend- well once that.

Sky choked, fearing what would happen. He already knew that Tempest wouldn't stop- even if he screams "PLEASE" on top if his lungs. His body would be Tempest's for the day- or night- and he would feel like shit for days and days later.

Cryrus would come in, and would be so mean, so rude, so disturbing and disgusting-

Sky flinched thinking about it.

"So, Yellow-Eyes, how are you holding up?" Tempest crowed, kicking his bruised rib cage. Sky trembled, afraid, and knowing what was going to do. He walked in with no torture toy- no knife, whip, or anything.

He knew what is going to happen.

Tempest smirked at no answer, grabbing his hair and yanking him up. Sky let out a yelp, tears watering down his cheeks.

"P-P-Please n-no-" He hiccuped, his eyes wide with fear.

"Be a good boy~" Tempest hissed, pinning him up against the wall and licking his cheek. "You're so sweet~" He giggled. "So cute when you're scared~"

Sky whimpered, hanging his head as Tempest continued to lick, nibble, and play with him until Tempest got bored- and went in.

~••~

Tempest was sitting in his room, feeling bits of guilt and pleasure from what he just did to Sky. He just used him again, fun and torturous to do.

Sky was scared of him, he knew it. Everytime he saw his terrified face, it gave him power. A power that he has over a person.

But he feels guilt. Whipping him, making him scream. It made him feel guilty, and want to stop. But he doesn't. His body is telling him to continue- so is the angel in his head. The angel wants him to do something- it must be for good.

So he does it. He makes Sky scream, cry, and beg.

Tempest buried his head into his hands. The guilt wave had hit him- flinching at the thoughts of Sky's pained screams and pleas that he had ignored.