Just warning you like 99% of this book will be in Will's point of view because I freaking love him (I'm saving to cosplay him and it ain't easy lol)
Also slight self-harm warning because I know it freaks some people out
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☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟWill POV☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ
I lay on the floor, sobbing while lying in a pool of my own blood, my body aching all over.
Most people would have died by now with the amount of blood that I've lost. But my master's Grunkle put a spell on me so that the only person that can kill me is someone I'm in love with. So it's not the one I love that's almost killing me, it's his sister.
Dipper had to go away for a while to the reverse dimension to deal with business that he won't tell me about. He always tells everyone that "I'm his and only his servant/pet/demon/thing so nobody is allowed anywhere near me while he's gone".
He used to abuse me, but stopped for some reason and forced everyone else to stop with the threat of painful consequences, but when he's not here, he doesn't know what happens...
I hear the metal door slam against the wall of the completely metal room, letting a slight yellowish light from the outside into the pitch black room, shedding a little light on my body lying on the cold metal floor.
I see my mistress' silhouette standing in the doorway, and despite the pain I'm in, I jumped up slightly and backed as far as I could into the back left corner, where I usually sleep.
A fresh set of tears streaming down my face I begged, "P-p-please m-mis-t-tress, m-master s-said n-n-not t-to d-d-do a-any-th-thing to m-me w-while he w-was g-g-gone. I-i-i-if he f-f-finds o-out ab-bout th-this h-he w-w-will p-pun-i-ish y-you!" I said, while shaking violently in fear and stuttering like crazy on almost every word.
She started to walk towards me and I started shaking more as she pulled out her pale blue pocket knife. "HA! You think that I care what that piece of crap wants me to do? Please! I could take him on any day!" she smirked, walking up to me and holding the knife to my cheek. "And you will do whatever I want you to do, understand me?" she grinned as she carved a deep cut into my left cheek, causing another tear to drop and the salt from it stinging the cut like crazy. Not like I'm not used to this pain anyway. I nodded slightly in fear, whimpering slightly in the process, causing her to laugh at me.
"Good little dip shit! Now, for your punishment!" she laughed.
"W-w-what i-is the p-p-punish-m-ment f-for?" I asked, still crying.
"One, because I feel like it, and two, because I know that you like my brother somewhere in the back of that empty little head of yours!" she said and plunged the knife into the top of my side.
I cried, giving up begging and just taking the pain, as she grinned and dragged the knife slowly down my side until she reached my hip,then ripping the knife out and starting to slice my shins with it. My shirt and sleeveless waistcoat thingy were completely torn up and blood covered, she wouldn't let me change my clothes since she started beating me up a week ago, after Dipper left. Ford had come down here a few times, but not too much as he lets Mabel be my main torturer. She then stopped with the knife, pushed me to the ground and started kicking and punching me in the stomach, face and chest.
She then stopped that, pulled me up to look at her by my hair, and punched my eye a few times before throwing me back to the floor, a few more kicks in the gut before she spat at me and left, slamming the door after her.
I slowly crawled back to my favourite corner, the only sound being my sobs and drops of blood dripping down and hitting the floor.
Dipper has been gone two weeks now, and he'll be back tomorrow apparently.
Maybe when he comes back he'll punish her and his Grunkle and help me.
What are you thinking, just because you love him doesn't mean he'll help you. He'll never love you. Stupid faggot. How about we go and do some of your little HOBBY again.
I sighed as the urge to do it overwhelmed me. Ever since he left I've done it at least once a day. My room is soundproof so that when guests are over they can still beat me up without me 'disturbing their peace' if the door is locked.
This "hobby" that I have is that I like to sing and em..... Cut at the same time.
I pulled the hidden knife out of my pocket and pulled my sleeves up, as I had ran out of room under my shorts about 2 days ago. I'm sorry Dipper.
I softly sang "I hate you" by Three Days Grace as I destroyed both the inside and outside of my arms all the way up to my shoulders, it couldn't kill me, but it killed me inside. Although I could still pass out when I lost enough blood to the equivalent to a human dying 3 times over.
I stopped when I started to feel light headed, but I had ran out of room anyway, and I had finished the song which is when I usually stopped. I hidden the pastel blue flip knife in my pocket again and laid down tight against the walls of my favourite back left corner, and cried myself to sleep.
I'm sorry Dipper. I'm sorry that you hate me. I'm sorry that I love you.
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YAy! First chapter done! I've wanted to write a Willdip for a while but I needed an idea, but now I have one! I'm going to try to make this book kind of long-ish compared to my other ones
Word count: 1061
