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Cross was treated like shit since day one.
Some days were fantastic, everybody was happy and nice to each other, but some days were worse than others.
Today started off fine, but unluckily for Cross, it would turn to shit rapidly.
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Everything feels numb to me… I'm exhausted. It's hard to get proper sleep around here sometimes whether it's Killer being loud and obnoxious, or from Dust playing Call of Duty all night. What made it even worse was the horrid headache that I have. Then there's knocking on my door. Who the hell is knocking on my door at five in the morning?
Cross gets up and stretches, pulling up his pants in the process. He opens the door a tad bit to see who's there. It's Killer… Good lord what could he want? Seeing Killer, Cross' nerves calm and he opens the door so Killer can properly see him. "Good morning Killer?" Cross' voice was so horse that Killer laughed at his attempt to say hello.
"Mornin' bubs, the boss wanted me to get ya,"
"Where are we going, and why? "
"Throne room and because we're making you ours for the day~"
"Okay…"
Cross knew what Killer was implying with that. Basically Cross was going to be their sexual plaything , if that makes sense. Cross never minded when this happened, it was always fun to him.
"So you wanna come with~?"
"Sure!"
"Always so eager~ That's good~"
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Nightmare, Cross, Killer, and Dust were all in the throne room, with Cross and Nightmare on the throne. Both boys were completely naked and on full display for the other two to see. Cross had been placed on Nightmare's lap, his forearms and calves strapped to the throne. Nightmare had his tentacles tracing circles in Cross' pelvis, they were slow and gentle. Cross bucked his hips and growled at Nightmare, only causing a small chuckle to emanate from Dust.
"W-what's so funny D-Dust?" Cross glared at Dust trying to intimidate him, but only making Dust and Killer laugh. Cross liked acting like he was all tough and shit, even when he was tied down being teased and groped.
Dust didn't respond all he did was walk up to Cross and Nightmare, giving the collar around Cross' throat a snug tug. Cross cried out a weak "Fuck~~" As his back arches beautifully.
Cross' eyes shift to his last mate Killer, who was rummaging in a small black bag, presumably for a specific toy he wanted to use on the other. Killer finally pulled out something, but Killer was moving too quickly for Cross to see what it was. Killer was standing with the others now, face as sadistic as ever.
This is where everything went down hill.
"Dust, can you please move your fat fucking ass out of the way? I wanna try something,"
"Sure, but I better have moved out of the way for a good reason…"
Dust begrudgingly moved out of the way watching with intensity to see what Killer was about to do. Killer took Cross' left thigh in his non-dominant hand tightly, squeazing until Cross winced and turned to look at him. "This is gonna sting… A Lot. " Killer then raised his dominant hand and striked his with the item, Cross only now realizing that Killer had grabbed a belt.
Cross screamed.
He knew it would sting, but it wasn't supposed to hurt.
I started shaking and the atmosphere in the room shifted drastically, the rest of these bastards enjoyed that?! I'm on the verge of ugly crying because of how much that thigh hurts and there getting turned on by this?!
Killer grips his fingers into Cross' thigh
"Pink! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Pink!" Cross called out his safeword. He was terrified, to say the least. Terrifying wasn't even a good enough word to describe his emotional state, more like apprehensive and hysteric, maybe.
They didn't stop though.
They… just kept going.
Cross was always one to please, but this was too much for him to handle. He needed them to stop. Now that Cross was panicking he started to see how much everything hurt. Dust's yanking and biting made it hard to breath, Nightmare's tentacles felt like nails on a chalk board to him, and Killer's consistent hitting was torturous.
Cross thought, maybe, just maybe the three of of them hadn't heard him. Cross started to squirm. It wouldn't do him much good of getting them away, or getting them off, but he was desperate.
"Awww, he's trying to get away… That's cute~" The words coming from Killer felt putrid.
He didn't want this anymore.
Cross still tried struggling though. His bones ached and his magic level was quickly depleting, but he would still fight.
Nightmare grabbed roughly onto the rest of Cross' limbs, constricting his limbs and stopping them in their tracks.
"He's all yours Killer, go wild~" Then Killer did as Killer was told. Killer started down low, the calves all the way up to the clavicle. Each strike more pulsating and brutal than the last.
Cross could feel his health depleting just as quickly as his magic was. The more Killer went along with this the more his hp decreased.
Twenty, nineteen, seventeen, fifteen, twelve, nine, five, three, then down to two.
Cross had given up at this point.
He wanted to die.
Death was much less painful than the torture he was going through.
He thought they loved him.
He was wrong.
So very wrong.
"Hey boss! We're bac-"
"The hell happen' ta Cross!?"
It was Horror and Fell, his saviors. They had gotten back from there mission Nightmare had sent them on the day prior.
Fell and Horror looked terrified by the state Cross was in.
Cross was too delirious to care about what was going on, but he knew that Horror was arguing with Nightmare about what the hell him and the rest of them were thinking, while Fell was trying to remove the collar from around his neck. "You're gonna be fine, okay doll~?" was all he heard before he blacked out.
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I woke up feeling queasy and extremely light-headed, then those memories rushed back into my head.
Where was I?
Whose room was I in?
Was I dead?
My panicking raised, then died down after I heard the door to the room open. The room pitch black and the only light that came through was the light from the hallway that seeped through the cracks. I flinched when I heard a pair of clunky footsteps follow, who was in the room? Now there was a second pair, just as clunky as the others.
"Hey dollface, how's it goin'?"
"Good?"
"We brought you a hot meal and a couple extra blankets,"
"Okay…"
Horror turned the light up a tad bit to see Cross better, he was shivering. Horror crawled onto the bed with Fell following right behind him. Cross' head felt fuzzy as he tried to remove those bad thoughts from his head, but it was no use.
"What's wrong dollface? Ya shiverin'," Fell asked him softly rubbing his cold hands over Cross' cheeks, causing Cross to shiver more. "What happened earlier?" Cross didn't know exactly when he had woken up, or when he blacked out, but he still remembered it all like it was five minutes ago.
"Oh, I was hoping you forgot about that…" Horror's voice was soft and slightly disappointed, he really had wished that Cross would've forgotten that whole ordeal. There was nothing Horror, or Fell could do about it though. They had to tell Cross that what happened, did really happen.
Horror cleared his throat and simply said "Yeah, we came back from a mission and you looked so out of it, it was disturbing. I scolded Nightmare and the two of us took you up to my room," Horror points his claws at Fell and himself. Fell then adds on with a blunt "You've been up here for a couple of hours. It's like, 2:45,"
Cross sighed, curling up in a ball, snuggling into the two older skeleton's touch. Cross closed his eyelights softly and started to drift off, but wasn't able to when he heard Horror asked Fell something.
"Should we tell him?"
"Tell me what?"
"You weren't 'posed to hear that doll, go back ta sleep,"
"No, tell me what?!"
Cross raised his voice slightly and restated his question again. He continued to stare at them until they answered his questions.
"The rest of the gang…… They wanted to apologize for the shit they did. They know it's wrong, and they wanted to tell you face to face, but the two of us wanted to keep them away from you until you were ready to see them," Cross itched at his own bones, when he heard Fell speak of the others it made him feel sick to his stomach. Cross just shook his head and hid under his blanket. "I don't want to see them right now, please,"
Horror rubbed the back of his smallers skull and told him "We don't need to see them right now, just rest your head and rest easy, okay?" Cross sighed and replied "Okay, just don't leave, okay?" Fell chuckled and Horror do so too "'Kay doll~"
As Cross was told to, he laid back down and passed out soon after, trying to keep those dreadful thoughts far away from him.