(( Tortured Into Love ))

21

The intercom spoke again.

"Demons. It's fitness day. And yes, that includes you, Anti. No use trying to run."

I started running quicker. I need to find Anti and get him out of here.

After a few minutes of running, I get tired and accidentally trip. I get up a bit, realizing that there's a room below where I stand. It was an entire gym equipped with weights, a track, and just all the things a gym would have including a locker room and showers.

I feel someone grab me from behind, taping my mouth shut again and chaining my hands, this time also my feet. I'm guessing it was the guard again, and he learned from experience.

He walked me down a stairwell and it gave me full view of what the gym had to offer. I saw the prisoners come out of the locker room, including that glitchy guy from earlier.

Then Anti.

He not only looked bruised, but he looked like he was gonna faint any second now from blood loss. My face immediately turned to worry as a guy came up behind him and pushed him to the ground.

I wanna go in and punch him in the face so hard for even thinking about touching my little green bean.

Anti's POV

Oh great, it's SkyBrine.

"Hey Anti!" He started in his stupid, annoying voice in a mocking tone. "You gonna get hurt again?" He started to laugh.

I rolled over so I looked up towards him. He had his stupid yellow and black tank top on alone with his sunglasses and his other gym clothes.

I hated fitness day. I hated the gym in general. Sure I work out, but I hate it here.

I still had my regular, everyday clothes on. I didn't want to do gym so I'm not gonna work with them and listen.

"Better go change Anti," his stupid voice began. "Or else they'll come and pinch you and you know how much that'll hurt." He started to lean over me, trying to get the mental advantage.

I just kicked upwards.

He stumbled back, clutching his nose which was bleeding and maybe broken.

I winced a bit when I did so, though. Since my entire body is bruised from Wilford & Co.

"You son of a bitch." Brine just walked over, i clutching his nose and started kicking me. Normally, it wouldn't hurt as bad.

But holy hell it felt like I was burning with every slight touch, not to mention a full on kick.

"S- Stop it!" I became the little, helpless kid everyone knew I was. "P- Please! It hurts!" I tried to run away, flipping over and crawling being my fastest pace at the moment and tears going down my cheeks frantically.

He kicked me once more, so hard that I flipped over so I faced the ceiling again.

"Aww, look! Little Anti's crying like a baby!" Brine just pointed at me and laughed, getting everyone else to laugh, too. I looked around, just seeing all eyes on me. I stood as best as I could, tears running down my face just as fast as I ran from them, disappearing into the locker room.