[Starvation] Anorexic! Depressed! Patryk x Paul

A Horrid Nightmare

-WARNING!-
-This contains sexual abuse, rape, and some gore, do NOT read if you are sensitive about any of that. Thank you.-

Nightmare's/Patryk's POV:

    I woke up. Wait- didn't I just fall asleep? Eh, who cares? I sat up in bed, and looked around. Paul wasn't in the bed. Guess he woke up already. I stood up and made my way out of the room. "Paul!!" I called.

"What do you fucking want you whore?!" He yelled in response.

      I recoiled. What... did he just call me..? "I..." I felt breathless now. "..I j-just wanted to-to see where you were..." I spoke. He stomped out of the kitchen, approaching me. Paul grabbed my wrist and took me back into the bedroom.
     "W-What a-are you do-doing?" I ask, stammering multiple times. "I'm going to claim you as mine~ no one else will have you~ never~" Paul purred, his eyes full of lust. "W-Wait!! I'm n-not ready for this!" I said.
"I'm doing this whether you like it or not. So shut the fuck up you slut." Paul snarled harshly. I gulped and shut my trap.
       He shut the door and locked it, then pinned me to the bed. "This'll be fun~" He cooed, ripping off my clothes. I started to cry and he licked my tears away. Paul then tore off his own clothes. After doing so he flipped me onto my stomach. "P-Please do-don't do th-this!" I sobbed, tears slipping down my cheeks excessively. He ignored me and slammed into me. I moaned loudly as more tears ran down my face. Paul smirked evilly and grabbed a knife on the bedside table. He then started to carve his name on my skin. Every time he carved his name into my skin, he kissed and licked that area after doing it. I howled in agony. It hurt worse than anything I have ever felt.

~ A day after that session ~

     Paul and I were going out to the restaurant. He kept his hand tightly gripped on my wrist. He didn't want me running away. Paul also didn't let me talk or look at anybody. We entered the restaurant and sat down at the table. A waiter came over. "What would you like sirs?" He asked, looking between both of us.
      I stared at the table. "I would like a steak and for a drink, a pepsi." Paul responded. I forgot that I couldn't speak or else... "And I would like a salad and water." I reply. The waiter nodded and scribbled that down, then left.
       Paul glared daggers at me, his glare full of hatred. "What did I tell you about speaking to people?!" He whispered yelled angerily. I opened my mouth to speak but I couldn't. "I'll deal with you when you get home..." Paul muttered, still furious.

~ When they got home ~

Paul shut the door with a slam. "What the fuck did I tell you about speaking to other people besides me?!?!" He yelled at me.

".. t-t... to n-not d-d..do i-it..." I whimpered. "Exactly! And you fucking go and do it. You will pay~~" He growls lustfully. Paul took out chains and grabbed my wrist, leading me to the bedroom. I squirmed and attempted to escape his grasp. Paul's grasp got tighter around my wrist. When we entered the bedroom, he slammed the door shut and locked it. Paul chained me to the bed. "This'll be fun~~" He purred as he grabbed the same knife he used to carve his name in my skin.

    "NO!! PL-PLEASE!!! I'LL B-BE GOOD!!!"

Paul's POV:

"NO!! PL-PLEASE!! I'LL BE GOOD!!!"

I woke up quickly, hearing Patryk scream. I turned over to him. He was sobbing violently, clutching the blankets so tightly that his knuckles were white. I started to shake him. "Wake up! Patty! Wake up!" I spoke, worried about him.
It was clear that he was having a terrifying nightmare.. the question I had was... what was so horrific that it started making him sob so violently?
"Patryk!! Wake up!!" I said, raising my voice quite a bit. Patryk woke up with a jolt, his eyes fluttering open, and beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. Pat looked around and then looked at me. I hugged him tightly and ran my hand through the back of his (chicken wing) hair.
"Shhhh.. it's okay my love.." I cooed softly. He sniffled and whimpered. I kiss his forehead. "It's okay my baby.." I spoke. I pulled away to caress his cheek and wipe away his tears. "Do you want to talk about it?" I asked gently. "You don't have to if you don't want to.." I said with a small smile.