Mine now (billdip)

Chapter 10- ._.

Don't. Say. Anything.
(Dippers POV)

Last Night was one of the best Nights of My life. Me and bill actually had a good time, I think I'm changing him a little bit. He's not as rough as he used to be. I was currently sitting in the room just waking up from the amazing night I had before.

I heard the door open and saw bill walk in... Although he had a rather... Angry face right now.

"B-bill what's wrong?" I asked. He just seemed to get even more enraged and said (screamed)

"YOU WILL ADRESS ME AS YOUR MASTER NOW GET ON YOUR KNEES AND FOLLOW ME!!!"

My eyes widened in fear and I quickly obeyed his orders. He was scaring me a bit, he's never yelled at me like that... I don't know what was happening? Last night was so nice... What happened...

As we neared a room at the end of the hall I heard bill mumbling to himself, I think he's gone completely off his head.

"Get up!" He spat at me. I obeyed still A little flabbergasted at his sudden change in emotion. I stopped at a big mahogany and black wooden door. Bill then pulled out a big solid black key. He stuck it in the lock that was on the front of the big door.

The door opened to reveal a dark room full of different torture devices. My eyes widened in fear and confusion as he spat at me again to hurry up. I obeyed and followed him into the dark room. As we passed an assortment of different devices I could feel bile start to rise in my throat as I broke into a cold sweat.

He stuck his hand up in the air signalling me to stop. I did.

" get on the bed." He stated in a strained voice. I did as I was told and lay down on the leather... Bed?? I don't know it was a strange leathery thingy. I was pulled out of my thoughts as I felt him harshly rip my arms to either side of the bed. Cold chains were attached to my wrists and ankles. I tried looking up to see bill but he was no where in sight.

Right when I was about to give up on finding him I saw him emerge from the shadows holding a rather large knife.

"B-bi- m-master p-please d-dont do th-this!" I tried pleading with him but it didn't work, he just kept walking forward holding the knife in his right hand with a tight grip, an emotionless expression on his face. And without a word he slashed me with the knife. My breath hitched at the back of my throat as I felt a sting and a warm liquid flow down my chest.

Tears stung my eyes as the pain slowly faded away, but more quickly replaced it. Two more lines were placed on my chest, each one deeper than the last. Three more cuts later my vision started getting blotchy and black specs started showing up. My throat was dry no more screams could come out, my body limp and out of breath, my eyes straining to stay open.

Why would he do this to me...

* heeeeeeeey 😬 ya I know I'm a muggle, and a broomstick, and I should eat slugs, but out of all of the Harry Potter references I could make, I'm a floppy wanded dementor buggerer. Sorry for being late... Again, I mean schools out now so that gives me time and stoof but ya I'll maybe update more often no promises! Anyways vote/comment/follow and HAVE A GOOD LIFE!!*