Remembering Nightmares

Sixth

The darkness surrounded him, suffocating him as he wished for death... He felt so weak... He felt so helpless...

Tears gathered at his eyes, but none of them fell. He couldn't risk th-that MONSTER seeing them. It would only fill them with more blood lusting glee and satisfaction.

The door to the hidden room creaked open as harsh light flooded the area. The light blinded the kind creature, making him whimper as he forced himself into the wall even more.

Chara was still tired from the last session, he didn't want to call her... He had to tough it out himself this time...

"Hello, gorgeous~" The thing purred, cupping the smaller's cheek.

The younger whimpered more as he gazed into the eyes of the Devil. They were filled with lust, cruelty, anger, and  so much darkness all the while retaining the same pure white color. A color that will forever mean sin as darkness will forever be virtue.

"I want you to make me something to eat~ But I know you're tired from my last training~" It groaned, a glow coming from its dark pants. "Make the meal right, and I'll let you heal for a week." It's soothing voice became harsh and rude, its grip tightening.

"An-And i-if I-I don-don't?" The question was meek, timid and filled with fear.

The tall skeleton creature smirked, its hand sliding down the thin, ripped shirt.

"Oh, you know what will happen~" It purred, before yanking the small skeleton up to his feet.

The two went to the large kitchen, something that was adjusted to the small skeleton.

"You have an hour to make dinner, if it's not done then your punishment will be worse than if you fail to make the food."

The white skeleton nodded quickly, he couldn't take any more of this... He had to make sure he could heal for a week... Then he and Chara can escape...

The large white skeleton smirked again, forcing his lips onto the other, pushing his tongue past the other's lips.

Cross whimpered and whine as he felt the slimy muscle explore his mouth, unable to push it out. He couldn't defy him... Not in the state he was in.

"Good~ Now get to work, sweet cheeks." The vile monster whispered hotly, winking at the last bit.

The weak monster nodded, pulling away slowly as to not offend the terrifying monster. When they left him alone, he went to work. 

The fridge didn't have much and there wasn't a whole lot in the pantry either... The mission for making a good dinner seemed useless now... But he couldn't give up...

Using what he had and what he could remember from before, he started to make some tacos. He didn't know what that thing wanted so he just went with what he knew how to make... The question was on whether it was good or not.

Once his master was served, the weak being started to wash the dirty dishes. Slowly, he waited for the cruel monster to come back... To hurt him... And they did...

They slammed his body against the kitchen sink, making him cry out in agony. He knew he shouldn't've fought, but he did...

He wanted to leave, to go back to that blank void! To go back to his home!

Yet, that only resulted in his head being slammed on the granite counter. 

Cross fell to the ground, blood falling from the thin crack on his skull, whimpering loudly as the other climbed on top of him

"You useless, worthless, piece of shit!" It howled, ripping the loose shorts off the skeleton. "Form a body, now!" The thing growled, pulling down his pants just enough for his glowing dick to pop out.

Fear gripping him tight forced him to form a male form. He didn't want to get pregnant with that thing's child. He wasn't dumb enough or terrified enough for that type of hell.

The taller being didn't waste any time and just slammed into the smaller, earning a howl of pain. The sound making some of the thing's anger fade.

"S-Stop! P-Please!" He cried, tears running down his face. He couldn't take much more of this! He wanted to die, to be killed! He didn't care about escaping! He just wanted to die, to be away from all of this pain!

"Shut up!" The monster hissed, slapping the younger.

All Cross could do was let it happen... Let his body be used again and again... The pain growing worse and worse... His body becoming useless as the week went on... But it only seemed to fuel something else inside of him, something much more dangerous.

"Kill him!" The ghost shouted, their white eye almost red with fury, and he listened... The young monster had killed it... The thing was dead... The thing finally understood his pain... The thing was no longer going to hurt them, they should've been done...

But, the two were far from done.