Humiliation is a Better Revenge Than Death

Chapter Two

Author's Note: Originally, this was supposed to be a one-shot...

What am I doing with my life?

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It took a few attempts for him to finally break you completely. While you lacked physical strength, your mental strength more than made up for it. After your initial capturing, you were subject to multiple 'sessions' each day. All the while, the monster filmed your dirty deeds. You felt so disgusted with yourself. You wanted to vomit. Biting him didn't work, neither did punching or kicking. In the end, no matter what you did, you would still be punished. Even breathing seemed to result in a punishment.

She hated watching you get tortured like this. She knew this was her fault. The thing that weighed down on her conscious most was that watching you get fucked by her own body actually turned her on. She whimpered and apologised to you internally every time she felt heat between her legs.

A few times, she tried to regain control. This either failed or only lasted for a short time. She would frequently shout out in her mind for the monster to stop hurting you, however, his response was, "You wanted this thing to be yours, did you not? I am simply giving you what you want."

"T-This isn't what I meant!" she would insist, despite the three or you knowing the truth.

"Then what did you mean?" the monster would ask.

She wouldn't reply after that. When she did manage to gain control, it was always while she was already in you. All she could do was make it as painless as possible as she slowly moved against you. By the time you had released, the monster was already back in control.

And then it started again.

After a while he left the room, camera in hand, leaving you chained to the wall, covered in semen and tears. You were pretty sure that the chains were the only things keeping you from slumping against the floor.

On the rare occasion that you had some strength left in you after the monster had left the room, you'd try to escape. This usually proved to be in vain, however, as rather than being rewarded with freedom, you were rewarded with more punishment.

One night, however, you had managed to break the chains around your wrists and ankles and locked picked the lock with a hairclip which had fallen out of Frisk's hair during one of their 'sessions'. You had held onto it as a momentum of the girl you used to know. Ironically, it proved useful. As soon as you heard the clicking sound of the door unlocking, you swung open the door to your cell, only to be greeted with a truly SOUL-crushing sight.

Standing there was the monster in Frisk's body.

Immediately you were shoved back onto the floor of the cell, the door swinging closed behind the monster as he climbed ontop of you, purring, "Well, well, well, it seems you're sneakier than I initially suspected."

"*runs in the family." You shot back.

You didn't sleep at all that night...or the next one...or any, really.

One day, the monster decided to try out some new kinks. "Tell me, Sans, do you perhaps have a daddy kink?" he asked.

You blinked as what he said processed in your mind. As realisation hit, you felt more disgusted than you thought possible. "*no." you scoff.

"A roleplay kink? Master and slave kink?" the monster continued, "How about some bondage?"

"*firstly, no. secondly, hell no. thirdly, no. fourthly, fuck you." you snapped.