"What... what are you?" you choked out. Anti was phasing in and out again; it was really the only way to describe him. His body kept flickering in and out of view, and he seemed jittery and unstable.
Unstable. Right. He's fucking insane.
Sure enough, he giggled, fingering the knife still in his hands. "They call me the 'glitch bitch'. Did you know that?" His expression suddenly turned to one of rage. "Is ThaT WhAT I aM?! IS IT?!" You flinched away, unsure of how to respond. His hand slapped you across the face again, blood droplets flying from his slit wrists as he did so. "SAY IT. CALL ME A GLITCH BITCH."
"Y-you f-f-fucking glitch bitch!" you stammered. The urge to cry was overwhelming; why was this happening? And what had happened to Jack? Was he dead, lying somewhere in the darkness? Or was "Anti" really him, just without sanity?
He panted, blank eyes wide as he smiled. It wasn't all there, not one bit. "Again," the male demanded. His body was getting even worse, more jittery and erratic. Why?
He was excited.
"Glitch bitch... you're nothing but a glitch bit--" You were struck again, despite following his insane demands. Now you couldn't hold back your tears, having been slapped three consecutive times. But Anti didn't stop, he kept striking you in the face, your arms, anywhere he could reach. With a shriek you curled up, trying to at least block or deflect his attacks, but that only made them worse.
At last, when you were sure you could take no more hitting, he stopped, eyeing your body. You were definitely going to be bruised, and soon. Good. "Call me that again and it won't be my throat I cut," he warned softly.
What? He was ordering you to call him the stupid name! And now the death threat? "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" you screamed. Your voice echoed; surely Jack would hear you. If he were even there.
The blade pressed against your neck, forcing your head up as far as it could stretch. You turned pale, feeling the metal: it was uncomfortably warm with his blood and constant handling... not that a cold blade would have been any more comforting. "Lie face down," Anti cooed to you, another smile playing across his lips. "I'm going to teach you why they'll never call me a glitch bitch again."
"Y-you made me say it," was your strained reply. Tears still rolled down your cheeks, and you were far too scared to look him in the eyes.
"DO yOu WanT TO knOW WHaT I aM?! I AM ETERNAL!!" One more strike, this one the worst of all, forced you back, lying facedown on the bed. You finally burst into tears, your cheek stinging like all hell. And like you feared, Anti wasn't finished with you. Knife in hand he carved into your back, drawing blood. You screamed but didn't dare thrash around, too afraid that the knife would conveniently "slip".
At last Anti stopped, stepping back and panting raggedly, admiring his handiwork. It wasn't perfect, but it was good enough. Blood ran down your sides in rivers, staining the bed beneath you. He let out a soft groan, leaning back down and lapping up your blood. It was an impossible feeling to describe, and it was only made worse when he flipped you over onto your back to spit your blood into your face.
Someone... Jack, please... anyone...!
"Aww. What's the matter? NoT hAViNg AnY fUN?" Anti murmured, blood dripping from his lips. It was a disgusting sight to see. Your back stung to holy hell, but you were too afraid to move. If you did, there would be no telling what he would do.
"What the hell do you want with me...?" you whispered. "Why me?"
He came close, lips to your ear. "Because why should he have all the fun?" His words send unwanted chills down your spine, making your back ache even worse. "He's weak. Undeserving. And it's about time I taught him a lesson."
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The sound of clothing rustling forced your eyes open again; Anti was removing his belt. His blank, dark eyes were set on you, his glitching minimal as he tried to focus on you. After all, it wouldn't do any good if the belt went right through you, would it?
You had expected him to strike you with his belt. He seemed strong enough to have made you bleed, and wouldn't that just be the icing on the cake? To whip you after cutting you open?
But he looped his belt around your neck, gripping the end tightly and tugging a bit. You coughed, eyes wide and realizing the sort of plan he had. At least partially. "P-please... don't--"
"We're gonna have a lot of fun together, you and I~" Anti purred, tugging at his belt again and watching you struggle to breathe. It was exhilarating, seeing how easily your life fell into his hands. And that bastard couldn't have ALL the fun, could he?
The ropes made you squirm, trying to back away from him regardless of the leather around your neck. "No, no, for fuck's sake, no!" you begged. You had to beg; it was the only thing you had left.
Though you struggled, valiantly, Anti nonetheless bound you to the bed, your arms above your head as you lay sprawled out. Only then did you realize just what he really wanted, smiling down at you. Your back bled on the bed, staining the sheets and creating an uncomfortable warmth beneath you. "Why? Why me?" you asked, struggling not to cry. To cry would have shown weakness... but that was what he wanted.
"Because I'm TIRED of watching. He ALWAYS has all the fun. NOw iT's MY tUrN~" His body phased in and out rapidly, more excited than ever. He hovered over you, belt in his hand and pulling, watching your face go from red to blue, albeit slowly. You squirmed despite the ropes, gasping for the air that Anti was withholding from you. The more you struggled, the tighter he pulled.
I'm going to die... I'm gonna die here...!
At long last he released you, and you gasped raggedly for your breath. The belt was still tight but you could breathe. He giggled, watching you struggling. It was beautiful. Bringing forth his knife he traced thin lines all over your thighs, blood welling up in the shallow cuts. It wasn't painful... yet. You knew that at any moment this bloodstained bastard could stab you on a whim. All because he was fucking unhinged.
His tongue was warm as he lapped up your blood again, licking up and down your cut-up legs. Despite everything you had already been through, a familiar heat began to flare somewhere in your lower region.
God damn it, why now?! Why here?!
Anti licked his bloodied lips, teeth stained red as he smiled at you. "Are we having fun?~" he teased. The knife traced it's way up your legs and across your stomach, bringing more thin lines of blood. He watched them with a rapture you could only describe as lust. He was actually getting aroused from this!
It was fun to torment other people.
