You were walking around the corner of what seemed to be an inky maze when you felt a sharp pain on the back of your head, which knocked you to the ground. You heard a comforting, gentle voice say:
"Rest your head, it's time for bed~"
Then you blacked out.
You woke up tied to a chair, unable to move any part of your body, except your eyes and your mouth. You saw a tall, strong, black creature with a Bendy mask on his face. It couldn't be. It was.
Sammy Lawrence.
You had worked with the music producer for years, and you recognized him, but he didn't seem to recognize you.
"You seem familiar to me..." he said. He leaned forward so he was right in front of your face. "That face~" he gently but sweetly said, whilst caressing your cheek. He was obviously interested, and to be honest, so were you.
"Wh-what are you doing S-Sammy?" you stammered. He walked towards you with a smirk on his face. "It has been so long since I saw someone down here. I just want a little playmate "
PLAYMATE?! WHAT?! You were scared of the near future. What was gonna happen? Were you gonna DIE?!
No. He wouldn't kill you, would he? I had before heard a voice talking about amens and sacrifices, could have it been him? I was forced to take my mind off of it, as he touched me. Yes, he did. You were blushing as if someone has painted your cheeks pink.
"Oh, what is this, my little sheep. Your face has turned red. Are you sick? Is it the fever or the flu?" You stared at him in confusion. What a cute little innocent cinnamon roll. "I know now, my little sheep! You seem to have a severe case of love~" Nevermind! He placed his hands on your thighs for balance, then he kissed you on the cheek. You were now as bright as a red traffic light, but at least it wasn't the lips, right? RIGHT? He then proceeds to do just that. Oh. I mean, TAKE A BREAK, MAN!
Sorry, I'll stop rambling.
He was right in front of your face again, but this time, you both took a moment to stare into each other's eyes. Beautiful.
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"Why are you doing this?" you interrupted the silence. "Oh, my little sheep, why would you question? We both know the answer very well~" Sammy pauses and blushes. "It is to fulfill our everlasting love, of course!" he almost shouted. Well, he was going a bit too fast, but you couldn't disagree with him, could you? I mean, your heart did beat for him. Now. "And the great ink demon will need some...entertainment~...to last him."
"What is the matter, little sheep? Are you nervous? Or hesitant? Or simply don't know what to say~" Sammy teased. Do you know what? All three points were correct. You had no idea what to say. But suddenly, words came out of your mouth. "Sammy...? Are you going to...kill...me?" you muttered. Finally, you got the burning question off of your tongue.
"Kill you? KILL YOU?!" Sammy Lawrence started to chuckle. This filled your entire soul with dread and fear. "Why would I kill you, my sweet sheep? I just want to have fun~"
You realized what he was prepared to do. Why? Just why? So Sammy then fiddled with your hair, then instantly went to kiss your neck. Hard. Jesus butters.
