The Real Me + You

Part 8 (Unpleasant Memories)

A/N: This chapter deals with sexual assault and very harsh scenes, if you do not like these types of themes then please don't read this chapter.

I gulped in pure terror as Richard looked me up and down, he still looked the same, same dark blue and short hair, same brown greedy eyes, still tall as hell and bulky as shit, still wearing that shit eating grin,

"I thought that was you back at Tonino's but I couldn't tell really with you throwing yourself at another man like the whore you always were,"

"L-leave me alone R-richard,"

I felt a hard slap to my face and I fell down with a welp, I tried to get up but Richard rested his foot on my stomach, hard,

"How dare you call me by my name? You're not worthy enough,"

He spat in my face before laying on top of me with an evil smirk, I felt that blasted thing pressed against my stomach,

"You're looking good Pet, brown and long suits you,"

He yanked down hard on my hair making my head hit the ground, I felt a bruise already forming, when I opened my eyes Richard licked his lips,

"I haven't gotten a taste of that sweet pussy in a while, what you say I give it a taste right here, right fucking now?"

I began to shout for help as I struggled to get out of Richards grip, he punched me hard across my jaw and I spat out blood, in this type of moment I would fight back but I was still frozen in fear,

"SHUT UP!"

Richard yelled, all those years came flowing back to me in that moment and I obediently obeyed, shutting my mouth and becoming the doll he turned me into 2 years ago,

"That's more like it,"

He said before he hurriedly began unbuttoning my pants,

"Let. Go. Of. Her."

A menacing voice said softly, I didn't look, I didn't move, I just lay like the doll I was meant to be, all of a sudden there a blast of orange and Richard was thrown off of me,

"Y/N snap out of it, listen to my voice, its me Papyrus, come back y/n,"

I blinked and Papyrus was shaking me, I quickly snapped out of it, Papyrus helped button my pants and I jumped up, I held onto Papyrus's arm and transported us back to Snowdin before anyone and before Richard saw. I dropped of Papyrus at his home before disappearing once again, I didn't want either one of them to see the state I was in.

When I looked up I was in some part of the Snowdin woods, I fell to my knees.

All those memories floated around my head, the whipping, the screaming, the psychotic laughter, the burns, the torture chamber, the collar, everything.... Everything....

I stood up and just walked, I didn't know where I was walking but all I could see was those memories playing out in front of me,

"Whats my name bitch?"

"M-Master,"

"What? I couldn't quite hear you,"

Whip! Scream,

"MASTER!"

"Master what are you doing?"

"Oh my dear, don't you remember? You're mine now and theres only one way to make you officially mine,"

"Wait Master, please,"

"Hush now dear, this'll only hurt for a couple of hours,"

Laughter,

"NO! PLEASE!"

Sizzle

SCREAM!

SHUT UP!

My hand travelled to the back of my neck as I ran my fingers over the branding, as the memories unraveled so did the magic, I felt all my scars resurface, the material of my clothing scratched against it so I tore away my clothing, the shirt fell to tatters, the boots went flying, the jeans ripped, my hair let free, my undergarments a memory. The chill felt so good against the stinging aches and pains.

I felt words mumble out my mouth but took no heed to them.

The snow that crunched under my feet numbed the feeling of the holes the decorated the underside of my feet created by the nails I had to balance on.

The long and puckered scars that ran up my calves from the knife I was taunted with were cooled by the wind.

My hands brushed the indents and holes in my thighs created from the barbed wire that was once tightly wrapped around them.

My hair swayed against the hundreds of whipping welts.

The burns that ran from my stomach up to my chest burned less and less with the wind.

The discoloration and two holes in my neck from the shock collar didn't hurt but they were still there.

The thin gashes on my cheeks from the sharpener blade created a wave of wind across my face.

And finally my damaged and filmy eyes from the numerous punches, blinked away unshed tears.

My throat tore at itself to scream from the pain, my eyes began to burn. Finally l let it all out, I threw my head back and screamed the loudest scream I had ever produced, it felt good even though it tore my throat apart, the scream sounded full of pain, full of terror, my tears scorched my cheeks as they made its way down. As I screamed all the horror and trauma came through it, my throat began to yell in protest, telling me to stop but I kept on screaming, It felt so good... it made me.. numb

When I was done I fell forward against something colder than snow, more liquid than snow, I fell into the River and there I sank, falling further and further down, the weight of my memories pulling me down, not caring about the water now filling my lungs and stinging my eyes.

As I fell I heard a muffled shout and then a muffled splash, I saw a figure swimming towards me but I didn't care for it, I felt the hand grip me but I didn't care. Instead I closed my eyes and drifted off to a safe place, somewhere nice, somewhere happy, somewhere where Sans waited for me with his silly grin and tear-able puns.