Sansmate, Vol 1: Ain't nothing like the Wicked

Crossed Threads

HaphephobicSadisticError x BoundReader

(PJ stands up and walks out of the room.
"Where ya going, Peebie-Jeebie~?" Para asked, looking away from the dark space on the TV.
"....Para, I'm not gonna watch papa mess around with the Soul. I am going to my room until it's over." With that, PJ shuts his door. Para looks over at Ink. He seems to be pondering something.
"....i mean, it's not my error, but it might still be weird....then again maybe there'll be some good ideas.. .hm...i think i'll stay." Para grinned, then got a dazed look.
"Huh~....this one is gonna come with a note at the end~...." Ink glances at her with some concern. She waves him off.
"Push play, my partner in sinship~!"
Ink pushes play...)
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◇Immediate Lemon Warning◇

You wake slowly, someone's last words ringing in your ears. You were laying down in a dark place, where the only thing you could see was yourself. Around your wrists were dark blue threads, trailing away into the void. Pushing yourself into a sitting position, you see more threads on your legs and ankles. For some reason, you aren't scared. In fact, the threads almost make you feel safe.

"....aWaKe, DoLl?" The voice seemed to echo in on itself, getting deeper and darker as it did. Looking around, you couldn't find the source.

"WhEn I sAiD i WaNtEd A nEw PlAyMaTe, I dIdN't ExPeCt YoU...bUt I'm NoT cOmPlAiNiNg..." Over to your left, you see something taking shape.

"AfTeR aLl, WhY wOuLd I tUrN aWaY sUcH a PeRfEcT tOy?" You could see him now, and your breathing started to speed up. ErrorSans was a sight to behold, from the glitches on his black bones to his red and yellow eyes. His permanent grin was unsettling, coupled with the stained tearstreaks on his skull. Dark blue threads came from his fingers, and he raked you with his gaze.

"....why.....why am I here?" You ask softly. You had a vague memory of a deal, of a promise. Error tilts his skull to the side, then laughs.

"WhY?" The threads move, pulling your arms behind you and forcing you into a kneeling position. You keep your eyes on him.

"yOuR hErE bEcAuSe YoU wAnTeD tO. yOu WaNtEd ThIs, AnD aS lOnG aS yOu ArE a GoOd DoLl, YoU'lL hAvE a GoOd TiMe." More threads shoot from his fingers, and your (s/c) soul is called from your body. As the strings wind around it, bringing it to Error's hand, you feel phantom strings inside your skin. Caressing you in sensitive places you didn't know you had.

"Ah!" Your head falls back, body squirming from the strange pleasure. Error watches you, pulling your soul closer to him. With his haphephobia he couldn't bear to touch your skin directly. Your soul, on the other hand...

The small threads twined around it, wrenching sighs and moans from you. He lets his tongues manifest, eyes glowing with sadistic glee. Error held your soul literally in the palm of his hand, holding you in his power, his control. Twitching the strings, he tightens the ones on your body.

Panting, you feel your legs spreading apart, your arms bound tight behind you. Even more threads shoot from the void, weaving together to make a strange gag. Forced between your lips, it cuts into your cheeks. Shifting inside your mouth, the threads coax your tongue out of the gag to be put on display. Eyes wide, you catch sight of Error's grin before another binding cuts off your sight.