(( Tortured Into Love ))

17

Dark's POV

After an hour of trying to calm the hell down, keyword 'trying', I ran over to the facility. Apparently there's was a receptionist and I asked if I could see Anti.

She checked the papers in front of her and slowly shook her head. "Sorry Mr. Darkiplier, AntiSepticEye is unavailable to see at any moment."

"What?! Why's that?"

"He was taken off the visiting logs a few weeks ago. He was suppose to be returned to them by now but I'm guessing something special is going to happen."

My eyes widened. "Something.. s- special..?"

"Yes, sir. But..

If you want to see him the guards could take you in to watch him." She was about to start another sentence but I immediately nodded to cut her off.

"Yes! Anything! Just please, I wanna see him.."

"Alright.." and she picked up the phone.

Moments later, two guards came by my sides. I recognized one of them as the guard that was holding me back earlier. I didn't recognize the other, though.

They tugged me to a certain area and once we were out of sight, they handcuffed me and put tape over my mouth.

I responded with an angry expression and a muffled 'What the fuck?!' They responded with a chuckle and the one from earlier tugged me along as he talked to me.

"If we're gonna show you how Anti lives in here, we're gonna need you to keep still and keep silent."

I growled but it came out as muffled nothing. They dragged me into a room and closed the door. I looked around and saw a glass box. Inside the box was my little Anti, in the center of the small box just balled up and crying.

The guard whispered to me. "He can't see us; it's one way glass. To him, he's stuck in the same little concrete room he's been in for the past twenty years."

I just looked at Anti. The poor, mistreated little demon that was lovable but misunderstood by a simple title.. All he needed was some love or at least to get help of some sort but they just make it worse.. He just sat there, crying.

Then I heard a voice. It was like an intercom, but specifically for this room.

"Cmon Anti, it's time to eat."

"Go away."

"But don't you want to see your friends?"

"They're not my friends."

"Anti, we will force you out of there."

"I don't care. I just want to be in Dark's arms."

"Well, what if he doesn't want that and you're just being greedy again?"

"I'm not being greedy. He wants me in his arms too. Now leave me the fuck alone."

He was right, I want him in my arms more than anything in the world..

I would yell it out, but the guards put fucking tape over my mouth.

Then I looked to the side, seeing a guard with a leash and the shock remote walking into the room Anti was in. As soon as he saw me see the guy, the guard pulled me back and held me in that position.

Then he whispered to the guard I didn't know and that guard ran off.

I looked back up at Anti and noticed he was struggling against a guard that was holding him from behind. He looked up at the other guard with the leash, kicking at him for him to back away.

Then the guard holding Anti back pressed on a pressure point hard to distract Anti. It worked, having the leash successfully being around Anti's throat.

He looked like he was in so much pain, and I can't just run up to him..

Then the intercom spoke again.

"Don't you miss your lifestyle, Anti?"

The guard let Anti go, the leash being in his hand.

"No! Fuck off! I don't wanna be here!"

They opened a wall on the opposite side from us, tugging a struggling Anti into another room. We followed, presumably behind another network of one way glass.

Then Anti was dropped off in another room, bigger than the last, but when Anti looked up, his expression of hate and anger turned to fear and agony.