Meaning Of A Purr (Sanders Sides - LAMP Fic)

Chapter 2: Behind Closed Doors

WARNING: Lots of trigger warnings. The whole chapter is about graphic torture and rape! Please take care of yourselves! Thank you for reading!

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Virgil stood outside the door to his room. He nuzzled the hood of his favorite purple patched hoodie once more before snapping it away into his drawers. He didn’t want it to get destroyed in what was to come. 

Vigil took a breath and stepped through the door to his room. He kept his head down as he entered, closing and locking the door behind him. He trained his eyes on the soft carpeted floor as the world shifted, leaving Virgil’s sight being replaced with a different scratchy, stained carpet of a different room. It was still his room though, just not the one in the light side’s part of the mindscape. 

“You took a while to come join my celebration, Anxiety,” a deep growling voice said. 

Virgil finally raised his gaze to look around his “bedroom”. He wasn’t sure he could really call it that. The dark sides had changed the room to have quite a different purpose after it had formed itself for him. There wasn’t even a real bed in the room anymore, just a mattress surrounded by four posts intended to chain his arms and legs. The furniture had been replaced with various torture devices as well as sexual instruments. Chains, ropes, and leather bindings were connected to any surface they might want him at. There were several displays in the walls where bookshelves had been, each of them filled to the brim with sexual items, from toys to whips to sounding rods, to a collection of unusual gags. It had been the only place he’d ever known for years until Thomas’s anxiety grew so much that he began unintentionally summoning him and a room showed up for him the light side of the mindscape. 

Virgil didn’t have much time to dwell on his disgust of the room when his gaze met with the familiar scaly face of the lying side, Deceit. Standing beside him was the taller and more hairy side, Rage, one of the three physically formed dark sides that Thomas hadn’t and hopefully will never meet. There were other dark sides, just as there were other light sides but Thomas had such a weak connection to them that they never became their own identity. 

“Rage is correct. You totally didn’t procrastinate joining us by spending time with the lightsides, right?” Deceit said with a cold smile, strolling forward to stand only inches away from Virgil’s face. 

“I-” Virgil started. 

A smack rang out through the room. Virgil kept his head to where it had been snapped to the side, his cheek turning redder by the second. 

“Did I ask you to speak, you useless slut?” Deceit hissed. “Now you better apologize.” 

Virgil swallowed the lump in his throat as he sank down to his knees and reached for Deceit’s belt. The snake faced man laughed, and shoved Virgil over, crashing to the ground. 

“You really are a needy slut. Doesn’t even take you a more than a second to get down on your knees and suck me off. You’re lucky today is a special day. I won’t be touching you. Rage gets to have you all for himself,” Deceit said. “Don’t you think he deserves it for the work he did today?” 

Virgil said nothing and he didn’t get up either. He didn’t want to make things worse. He already knew all of this was going to happen the second that Thomas acted out. 

“Deceit says I get to have you all to myself for the next week. We’re going to have a lot of fun together, just the two of us,” Rage said. 

“Have fun,” Deceit said with a small salute as he walked past Virgil, out the door into the main hall of the dark side of the mindscape. 

Rage reached down and dragged Virgil up off the ground by his hair. His large hands ran down the front of his shirt, his unusually sharp nails shredding it open to reveal the pale, scarred skin beneath. He then tore at the button to his pants, ripping open the top and dragged them and his underwear down his boney legs. Tears pricked in the corners of Virgil’s closed eyes and he could feel the familiar tingling on top of his head and on his tailbone as fear blossomed in his chest.