perfect plaything.

Three. fucking. months.

I have been held here for three months.
He told me,

and now?

I'm going to escape.

( y/n was kidnapped, used as a plaything by the infamous Antisepticeye. abused, used, tortured, starved- you name it, he did it. he didn't care how they felt, yet he would still try to lure them into being submissive by tending to their wounds and occasionally giving them food and proper aftercare. he wanted someone to be utterly devoted, someone broken by his hands and formed into the perfect pet. )

( now, y/n has had enough. after being whipped hit, burned, stabbed, sliced, starved, and more, they have had enough. they will fight. )