(WARNING: GRAPHIC)
Springtrap woke up again, this time in a stone cell. His entire body hurt and he couldn't find his balance long enough to stand. The cell was small, maybe 6x7 ft. It was cold in there. Springtrap propped himself up against the wall and just sat there.
He had no strength left in his sore and painful body. He felt a wet substance drip from his jaws, and the smell of iron filled his nose. His ankle was the most painful thing of all. It had a horrible burn on it and it almost looked infected. He felt something around his neck, like a collar, but it was way too tight, and it felt like there were spikes inside it that stabbed into his neck, one in front by his throat, two on the sides, and one right on his neck bone.
He had no idea what that bitch wanted. For all he knew, she was a fucking spy or some shit. Well I suppose a drug lord would make more sense, but he didn't do drugs. He didn't even drink! Maybe someone he knew did and owed her money. Who though? His father? Maybe.
The door to his pitch black room creeks open. He rushed to stand but he was too dizzy and slumped back down. Two mean looking men and that woman walked in. The men looked surprised at him. He was an animatronic after all.
"w̰̃h̰̃ã̰t̰̃ ã̰r̰̃ḛ̃ ỹ̰õ̰ṵ̃ b̰̃õ̰ỹ̰s̰̃ w̰̃ã̰ḭ̃t̰̃ḭ̃ñ̰g̰̃ f̰̃õ̰r̰̃? b̰̃r̰̃ḭ̃ñ̰g̰̃ h̰̃ḭ̃m̰̃ ḭ̃ñ̰!" She shouted orders at them. The men hesitantly grabbed his weak arms and practically dragged him out of the cell. He had no strength to fight, but he did try to free himself from their grasp.
They forced him to his feet and his legs quivered under his weight. His half-dead lungs wheezed more than they usually did, and his vision was blurry.
His painful ankle was the only thing he was worried about, not to mention what they would do with him. He couldn't really move his entire leg, it was very fatigued, and it didn't take long for him to collapse. He hated the thought, but he has to lean against one of the men holding him to stay upright. The woman scowled and took a chain link leash and clipped it to his collar and pulled as hard as she could go drive the spikes into his neck. The one in the back pierced what was left of his spinal cord and he just lay there, half paralyzed.
He tried to speak but he only made pitiful squeaks. He couldn't move, he just lay there, almost giving up. He wanted to go back to (Y/N)'s house. He wanted to be held again. But he was just dragged away.
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You were really starting to worry. No sign of him for days and there was still snow on the ground. You put up a few "Missing" posters around and still no call.
Springbonnie didn't seem to care too much at first, but with each passing day, he grew just as concerned. He suggested he on the trail Springtrap had gone on before he disappeared but you didn't let him for fear of him going missing too.
You couldn't sleep at night and it was affecting your life. When you heard about the fire, you were worried, but not this worried. You had just barely gotten to know him then, but now you two have a relationship. You couldn't tell how, but you just knew he needed you.
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The men hoisted him up and practically dropped him onto a metal table with restraints and stripped him. Only jus mask stayed on. Ohh, he liked being tied up, but not like this. They threw a towel over his hips for obvious reasons, and proceeded to tie the leather straps around his wrists and ankles.
The woman tied a piece of cloth around his head like a gag. His whimpers were heard and echoed through the room. She took off the spiked collar and pulled out the spike in his spine that tore at his flesh as she removed it.
He thrashed and kicked at the restraints but to no avail. She then tied the leather restraint around his neck, tight enough be be painful, but not too tight. His begs and cries were muffled but still vocal. The men went to stand by the door, probably to guard it.
She traced a knife over his body with the blade down on his flesh. Up and down, almost with a seductive facial expression. For once, a woman tying him up with lowered eye lids almost made him sick.
"õ̰h̰̃, t̰̃h̰̃ḛ̃ p̰̃õ̰õ̰r̰̃ d̰̃ḛ̃ã̰r̰̃... s̰̃õ̰ p̰̃ḭ̃t̰̃ḭ̃f̰̃ṵ̃l̰̃." she purred.
"ã̰l̰̃l̰̃ ḭ̃ w̰̃ã̰ñ̰t̰̃ ḭ̃s̰̃ m̰̃ỹ̰ ḭ̃ñ̰f̰̃õ̰r̰̃m̰̃ã̰t̰̃ḭ̃õ̰ñ̰. g̰̃ḭ̃ṽ̰ḛ̃ ḭ̃t̰̃ t̰̃õ̰ m̰̃ḛ̃, ã̰ñ̰d̰̃ ḭ̃'l̰̃l̰̃ l̰̃ḛ̃t̰̃ ỹ̰õ̰ṵ̃ g̰̃õ̰." she pulled the cloth out of his jaws so he could speak.
"l̰̃ã̰s̰̃t̰̃ w̰̃ã̰r̰̃ñ̰ḭ̃ñ̰g̰̃ b̰̃ḛ̃f̰̃õ̰r̰̃ḛ̃ ḭ̃ h̰̃ṵ̃r̰̃t̰̃ ỹ̰õ̰ṵ̃."
"ԹӀҽɑՏҽ, í Տաҽɑɾ í ժօղ'Ե Ƙղօա ահօ վօմ ɑɾҽ օɾ ահɑԵ վօմ աɑղԵ, յմՏԵ ԹӀҽɑՏҽ ӀҽԵ ʍҽ ցօ!" he cried. The woman sighed,
"õ̰h̰̃, h̰̃õ̰ñ̰. ḭ̃ w̰̃ḭ̃s̰̃h̰̃ ḭ̃ c̰̃õ̰ṵ̃l̰̃d̰̃ b̰̃ḛ̃l̰̃ḭ̃ḛ̃ṽ̰ḛ̃ t̰̃h̰̃ã̰t̰̃."
"ղօ..."
