revenge is sweet

House rules

The night had been the worst. With the collar rubbing painfully and the tired mattress springs pressing into his back, Dipper hadn't had the most comfortable nights sleep. To say the least. He'd managed to doze off a few times during the darkness, but his vision was grainy and eyes sore when he heard the heavy lock shift. "Mornin' hon, how'd you sleep?" Gideon asked, almost patronizingly in spite of the other's bloodshot eyes. Dipper glared, "Fuck off." He croaked.

"Aw you're soundin' a little thirsty darling" He cooed with equally fake concern, setting down a dish. Dipper eyed the dog bowl with disgust. It was true, he was parched, but there was no way he'd give Gideon the pleasure of treating him like an animal. "You've got to be kidding me." He said drily, kicking it back. Gideon raised an eyebrow, "Your choice hon." He muttered. Dipper cleared his throat, determined to ignore his growing thirst. He licked his lips nervously, tongue darting across them as his eyes flickered to a nearby window. "So h-how am I supposed to go to the toilet out here?" It was embarrassing to ask but maybe he'd be able to recognise his surroundings if they left the shed.

Empty rolling fields and patches of forest stretched for miles, not a road in sight. Dipper felt his stomach sink. "Where are we?" He mumbled, clearly bewildered. "Oh, just someplace in the middle of nowhere unknown to the outside world. You won't even find this place on google maps." Gideon sent a shark-toothed grin. The brunette stayed silent, his chances on escape were depleting quickly. His eyes widened when he noticed the silver flip phone peeking out from the southerner's back pocket. Taking a deep breath, Dipper snatched the mobile and bolted, dialling 911. He'd be caught yes, but if he could just get them to lock on his location everything would be fine. "Hello this is 911, what's your emergency?"

"P-Police. I need the Police!" He blurted, the yells and thudding footsteps were drawing closer. "I'm Mason Pines. I-I don't know where I am but I-" He was abruptly cut off as the breath was violently knocked out of him. The next thing he knew he was sprawled out on the floor, mobile only meters away. Before he could retrieve it, a boot was brought down, shattering the device. Dipper was pulled roughly to his feet, the grip on his forearm tight enough to bruise. His heart hammered in his chest, threatening to burst as he was dragged back.

The navy collar was fastened tightly around his neck, reducing his breaths to small shallow ones. The young man was thrown to the splintered, wooden floor of the ramshackle shed. His breath hitched as a heavy foot pressed into his chest. Anger practically radiated from the larger teen, "You can't even begin to imagine how hard I had to work to rebuild my reputation since my time in prison!" He seethed, crushing his foot down even harder. "I will not have you destroy it again." Gideon growled. Dipper cried out as a kick struck his side, he turned to try and shield himself but it was in vain as more and more blows hit his ribs. In the end the brunette had ended up curling in on himself, letting out a pained sob with every strike. They finally relented after there was a sickening crack. Gideon stood there, panting at the heaving brunette's form. "Can't you see? I'm the one in control here Pines, not you. So just shut up and take it like the bitch you are." He spat.

A metallic taste filled his mouth. A rib was surely broken, somewhere in that mess of bloodied bruises.

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Dipper had dragged himself over to the mattress when Gideon entered the next morning. He could've been dead if it wasn't for the shaking rise of his chest. He let out a whine as a bag of ice was carelessly thrown at his ribs, but quickly placed it to the battered area. He swallowed thickly and turned slightly to have the other man in view, eyeing him warily as he set down a plate of food, re-filling the now empty water bowl. The brunette's attention flickered from the food to his captor, he was starving but to save whatever shred of dignity he had left, he would not grovel like a dog in front of him. 

"Y'done sulking yet?" the southerner huffed. There was silence. He narrowed his eyes, "You have to eat sometime y'know." the albino stated drily. "As much as I love to see you suffer I don't want you dyin' on me,"

Dipper gnawed his chapped lips. "W-Why not. Not like it'd make a difference to your reputation," He said bitterly. "They wouldn't even find the body..." In hinds sight he saw the cons of questioning his obviously capable captor about why he hadn't been murdered yet, but honestly he didn't have the energy to care. "Believe it or not I'm not heartless. Besides it's much more fun this way."

"If you actually cared can't you just let me go? I-I'd just say I left town for a couple days. That I didn't see the news. This isn't funny anymore!" His voice rose in desperation. "It's not like I'd tell anyone. I know better then that..." He trailed off. Gideon gave him look of fake sympathy, "Sorry hon, as much as I'd like to believe you, I don't." He said, voice turning cold. "I can't afford to lose you." Dipper fell silent again, turning to face the wall, hugging the numbing ice pack closer.

"Besides, you're starting to grow on me," The southerner smirked.