Texting | Antisepticeye X Reader

Thirty Two

~There's a light in the crack that's separating your thighs and if you wanna go to heaven you should fuck me tonight ~

It was your phone. And it showed your texts to your friends. Your friends were frantic, asking where you were and how you are.

You nervously averted your eyes from his.

"Well?" He shouted, startling you slightly.

"They're texts... To my f-friends." You replied, slightly stuttering.

"Y/n, I specifically told you NOT to try and escape from me again, and what do you do? Text all of your fucking friends."

You clutched on to the bedsheets in terror.

"You've been very naughty, kitten. And I'm going to have to punish you. From now on, you call me daddy, okay?"