(I shouldn't have to warn you that this gets intense.
Sorry for the crappy ending.)
He was choking you again and again. Anti absolutely loved doing it, seeing your life in his hands. The glitch was so excited he was throbbing, pulling the belt around your throat tighter at his whim. Watching you struggle to keep breathing.
You were in complete agony. Your head ached, your back bled on the bed, your throat sore and raspy from being choked so eagerly. Not to mention the eventual psychological problems you would probably end up with after this.
Somewhere in the back of your mind, you still couldn't comprehend who Anti truly was. Was he actually Jack, who had gone off the rails? Or was he a different entity completely, despite looking exactly alike? And why did he feel the need to harm himself so much?
Well that's a stupid fucking question! He's fucking insane!
With a harsh gasp you breathed raggedly, coughing still more despite the raw feeling in your throat. Anti watched you struggling to breathe for a few long moments before his hand slid between your bloody thighs. His own hand was just as bloodied, and he pumped two fingers into you as you squirmed, trying to breathe properly and get his hand away all at once. Why was he doing this?!
"I know what it is you're thinking," he cooed gently. Did he? You doubted so. "You're wondering why. Why am I doing this? I don't plan on killing YOU tonight," he teased with a wide smile. "He's so much more an easy target when he's sleeping." His hand worked you faster, and despite being unwanted to the extreme, your body reacted how he wanted it to. His fingers were slicked over, and he removed them only to grip your jaw with the same hand. "LooK At mE WhEN I'm tOUchInG YoU!!" Anti screamed. Your eyes had been squeezed shut the entire time, but his scream pried them open in terror. His eyes were still flat and dark. No light shone within them.
His hand returned to your flesh again, stroking you with a maniacal sort of pace, as though he intended for you to climax as soon as possible. And at the rate he was going, he would soon have accomplished as much. Your mouth fell open despite yourself, mewling as Anti handled your clit with a roughness that Jack hadn't. He had been more gentle, more careful and deliberate. Anti was simply... impatient? No, that wasn't the right word. More like forceful. He was forcing an orgasm onto you--
His hand pulled back just before you could climax, making you mewl in protest. This in turn made him smile; he liked that sound. One hand gripping the belt's end, he squeezed at your breast roughly with the other, tweaking and pulling until you cried out in pain. He couldn't get enough. "Don't look away," Anti warned you. "Let me watch~"
Watch WHAT?
His hand returned to your flesh as the belt loop around your neck tightened. Not this shit again! You struggled to keep your eyes open this time, too scared of his response if you shut them. He choked you slowly, rubbing your clit with the same sort of pace. You vaguely knew about whatever the fuck they called erotic asphyxiation, but... you had never considered even trying such a thing. And yet here was Anti, choking and stroking you at the same time.
If only he intended to let you finish. Every time the heat boiled to a level you couldn't manage anymore, his hand stopped and waited for you to settle back down. His smile was wide and as unhinged as it ever was, and now you were forced into looking at him. You had begun to throb, badly enough to ignore all the various pains your body had gone through already.
"Are we having fun?~" he asked for the second time, cooing down at you. Anti licked his upper lip; he couldn't hold back for much longer. Jack sure as fuck hadn't taken advantage of you, but Anti would have had no issues taking whatever he wanted.
And take he did, shoving himself inside you deep without any warning whatsoever. The sensation made you scream in agony, knowing you were bleeding in yet another place- but wasn't that half the fun?
For some reason, some saving grace, Anti slowly began to unhook the belt from your neck. He remained inside you, not moving as he did this, but you didn't care. All you wanted was to breathe--
"LOOK AWAY FROM ME AND I'LL SLAUGHTER YOU LIKE A LAMB," Anti cried out, hands around your neck as he thrust. The heat from before hadn't quite died down, not entirely, so his rough pumping was giving him the reaction he wanted. The reaction he felt he deserved. Jack had pleasured you, so why couldn't he? He wasn't as weak as Jack was. He wasn't afraid to do whatever he pleased.
And what would please him was to fuck you as he choked you. Sure, you wouldn't be screaming like he would have liked to hear, but seeing you slowly turning blue as you watched your tormentor doing it? Precious.
The harder he thrust, the rougher he moved, the worse the heat grew. That terrible, betrayal of your own body was- almost- just as into this as Anti was. His strong hands around your throat, slowly cutting the air from your lungs as he thrust himself inside you, striking that one spot that was making you see stars in front of his face. You knew, somehow, that he would not kill you. At least not this particular time.
Your eyes bulged as you struggled for breath, needing it so desperately that your poor lungs began to burn as badly as your stomach was.
"YoU liKE bEiNG cHoKEd, DoN'T YoU?!" Anti screamed, flickering in and out of reality for a few moments. He never stopped his wild thrusting, never eased any pressure to your windpipe. "ThAaaAAaT's iT~"
Just as the heat grew to a level you could no longer cope with, again, his hands released your throat in favor of his blade. He slit his own throat once more, beneath the first, his head thrown back as he screamed, blood running down his front and coating the both of you. You climaxed hard, matching his scream, though perhaps more in terror than anything else.
(○)~
The scream forced your eyes wide open as you sat up, one hand clamped to your mouth and the other to your neck. In the other room, Jack's computer screen continued to flicker.
Startled he sat up with you, a look of concern lining his face. "The fuck happened? You all right?!"
Panting roughly, not feeling any pain whatsoever, you eventually calmed down enough to lie back down. You pulled the blankets back up to cover you, feeling chills. "Y-yeah," you stammered in disbelief. "Bad dream, I... I guess..."
Bad dream my ass. I felt that pain. What the fuck happened?
Jack watched you for a little while before he lay back down as well, pulling you closer. He watched you drift back to sleep, albeit slowly.
A drop of blood began to make it's way from his nose.
DoN'T LoOK aWaY...
