Dark Days (BillxDipper)

XL

AN: TRIGGERS ARE POSSIBLE IN THIS CHAPTER, GORE AND TORTURE. Full credit to the artist~~

     I had clenched my teeth so hard it felt like my teeth would shatter and my jaw would fall off at any given moment. The demon was growing frustrated with me. I dangle from the chains cutting off circulation to my wrists, the sharp metal digs into my skin and beads of blood trail down my arms. He had stripped my shirt off but for some reason left my jeans on, not that I'm complaining. My broken arm throbbed and ached under my weight. I hear the crack of the whip against me before I feel it. I groan against my teeth, refusing to scream. I can't even count how many times I've been whipped now. My back is sticky with blood and the cold air stings the fresh wounds. The demon growls under his breath. "You'll crack". He grunts, "They always do".

     He throws the whip to the ground as he walks around to face me, I barely manage to raise my head and look at him with a glare. "Let's try something else?" He says with a wicked grin. I feel my stomach drop but I hold his gaze. He licks his lips as he lowers the chain holding me until my feet mercifully hit the ground. I let out a breath of relief. His bony finger comes towards my chest and scratches me. He doesn't jab it into my chest like I've noticed he usually does which is strange. I feel my body begin to go limp and my weight falls back on my chained wrists again. I can't move and he unchains me. Snatching my body before I hit the floor and throws me into the chair on the other side of the room, strapping me down at the wrists and ankles. 

     I try not to think about what he's planning as my limbs slowly get feeling again. I regain mobility a thousand times faster than before. It's his finger I realize. It paralyzes you, makes it so you can't move. Depending on how deep he stabs into you with it, the longer I can't move. He stabbed me when he stole me from the park, and again before he dragged me into this dungeon room. He stabbed David before he dragged him out, to what I assume is the same dungeon I find myself in now. It's why he's able to do whatever he wants, he controls when we can move or not. 

     The wooden chair digs into my bloody back, slivers of wood stab into the open flesh and I try desperately to arch my back away from the wood but the more I move the worse it gets. My shoulders throb fiercely, my broken arm is swollen and covered in a vicious bruise. As the last of the feeling in my limbs comes back the demon saunters back over and without any hesitation or warning he clamps pliers down on my fingernail and rips it off. I almost scream... Almost. I can't hold back the gasp and whimper that rolls from my throat. My vision blurs with tears and I bite my lip hard. He pulls two more and I worry I'll bite straight through my lip if he continues. He snarls at me. "Why won't you break?!". "All the others break!". "I'll break you!". "I'll break you!"

     I can't help but laugh under my breath at him. His ranting ceases immediately and if looks could kill I'd be dead a thousand times over. He smacks me across the face with the bloody pliers. I feel my jaw pop as my head whips to the side. It felt like my teeth rattled in my skull and my vision went black for a moment. I open and close my jaw a few times "Aahh.." I breathe out, my eyes blinking rapidly. I taste blood in my mouth and I spit it out on the ground at his feet. He rips another fingernail off and I once again bite my lip against the scream that threatens. 

     I don't know how long I sat in that horribly splintered chair. I don't know how I haven't bled out yet. I don't know how I haven't screamed yet.... Finally he gives up on me for now, seeming to get increasingly frustrated that he can't get what he wants. Marv was right, if I don't scream he can't seem to get it up. I know that if I scream then I can add rape to the list of torture. I just need to hold it together long enough to find a way out of here, or until he kills me. Either way I refuse to let this creature win and get what he wants.