Stand up (a willdip)

Chapter 7: Mabel might know.

Mabel's POV, I know, weird.

I know that there was something going on with My brother and my slave. I locked the demon in the cuffs. I trailed my blade down his jawline, he gulped. He knows not to break eye contact with his mistress.

Will's POV

I tried not to break eye contact with my Mistress. I could hear Dipper banging on the door. The feeling of the blade sent shivers down my spine.

"What does my brother see in you?" She mumbled. Wait, does she know? This is not good. But, that question got me thinking. What does Dipper see in me? I'm a weak, useless demon who is too much of a cry baby to be brave. Mistress stopped cutting at my chin and narrowed her eyes. "What does he see in a pathetic useless demon like you?" What does he see?

She lifted the blade from my face and began to twirl it through her fingers. "It can't be looks," she cuts my right cheek. "You're as attractive as you are brave." It's not a lie. I'm not good looking, because of all the scars I have now. Before this, I might have been considered cute, but now... "is it out of pity? Yeah, it's out of pity, it's got to be." She smiled wickedly.

I knew better than to speak, but my gaze shifted to her blade, tinted blue. It gave me a tremor of fear rolling down my body. Mistress noticed my gaze and held it up.

"Oh this little thing?" she leaned closer and brought the knife just above my left eye. "It's just a little toy," she said softly, her voice dripping with venom even in the whisper. She smiled.

"You know what? I know someone who would love to see this."

 Yeah, yeah. It's a short chapter I know, only 289 word minus my little writers note. I really wanted to post something that wouldn't have me chased by fangirls. Be prepared next chapter and have a pillow ready. So that's it, remember to stay safe, stay healthy, but most importantly, keep on keepin' odd everybody!

-Rj