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Frisk work up with a groan. Her head hurt. It pounded and ached just like it always did whenever she woke up the day after one of her nightly singing gigs and it if weren’t for a few noticeable and very terrifying differences about how she woke up at this particular moment as opposed to times, she could have sworn she had just woken up from a gig.
The first thing that made Frisk very aware she wasn’t waking up in her apartment was that she couldn’t remembered going home and going to sleep. No...the last thing she remembered was that she was beginning to walk home after her lunch with Jim, but she never made it to her front door. In fact, she never made it into her apartment complex.
The second thing that seemed a little bit out of the norm was that Frisk wasn’t really lying down She woke up feeling herself propped up in a sitting position and from the way it felt, she was sitting in a very hard wooden chair.
And the third and final thing that totally convinced her she wasn’t home was the fact that when she opened her eyes she was in a room she had never seen before.
What the hell is going on , she thought as the bleariness cleared from her vision, but the odd dream-like state that was clouding her mind remained. The room was small, but the wooden floors shined and the fresh smell of the red paint on the walls that made Frisk’s headache even worse told her the small area she was in was newly built.
But aside from that, the room was quite bare…well it would have been bare if Frisk didn’t care or failed to notice the man sitting a few feet across from her, tied to a chair, his hands were bound to the armrests while his legs were tied to the chair’s legs. There was a white piece of cloth around his mouth.
Frisk blinked, trying to clear her disoriented mind, but to no avail. Whatever happened to her on that way home turned all her thoughts into broken puzzle pieces that she was hazily trying to piece together.
She stared at the bound man’s handsome face detachedly as she tried to gather her thoughts, feeling only a tiny bit of surreal fear enter her chest.
The man’s blonde hair was disheveled and his bright blue eyes were bulging with terror. And he was struggling to break the ropes. Frisk’s watched in a daze stunned silence as the man’s body wiggled against his restraints and his muffled grunts of frustration and growing panic began to get louder. She saw a bit of blood seeping onto his wrists from under the ropes that kept him in place.
Who are you , she thought. I know you. I know I know you. We just had lunch didn’t we?
She groaned again, and closed her eyes, trying to focus. Who was that-
Jim….
Sweet shy Jim…
Sweet shy single-father Jim who had offered her a job earlier today….
Frisk’s felt her eyes widened and fear explode in her chest as her sleepiness quickly wore off.
“JIM?!” She wanted to scream only to have a dry little croak come out of her mouth. Her throat and tongue felt so very very dry.
Jim looked up from his struggles and it was then that Frisk noticed that there was some dry blood under a very swollen nose and his eyes….his eyes...his beautiful blue eyes that shined with a sort of shyness and kindness that was rare to find in this world were brimming with fear.
Frisk opened her mouth to call out for help. Maybe they were in an area where a lot of people were in. Maybe if she called out somebody would come and save them from whatever person did this to them.
However, before the first word could come out of her mouth, something red flashed before her eyes and before she knew what was happening she felt a soft and velvety cloth being roughly put in her mouth, causing her cries of help to become muffled weak grunts that destroyed any chance of somebody outside this place hearing.
Frisk started to jerk forward, the fear now threatening to make her heart explode as she jerked her head forward. However, the person who was holding her mouth gag easily tugged on the ends of the cloth and pulled her head back, quickly tying the two ends behind the back of her head.
A familiar dark and ruthless chuckle entered her ears and she let out a gagged scream as she felt five boney fingers pat the top of her head, condescendingly like she were a dog.
They were the same fingers that gripped her shoulders on that terrible night two days ago and slammed her into the wall of that shady club’s rundown ladies bathroom. They were the same disgusting five fingers that caressed her skin gently. They were the same fingers that caused Frisk to shiver in terror every time they played with her hair. They were the same fingers that held her when that warm and wonderful feeling entered her chest, turning her into a squirming mess on the owner of those fingers’ lap.
Sans…
Why...
“ See Jimbo? I told ya she was goin’ put up a fight when she woke up. That’s what I like about my little lady right here. She fights and makes ya work for it.”
Why is he doing this? I agreed to his terms...I...I agreed...I told him I’d go out with him...
Frisk let out a yelp of pain as the boney hand’s soft patting stopped to grab a large fistful of her hair at the roots nearly scraping her scalp and in one easy motion pulled her head back.
Frisk’s eyes widened as she came face to face with the grinning monster who had caused her nothing but sleepless nights, anxiety and misery ever since she met him. She blinked as Sans’ golden tooth glittered, momentarily blinding her.
“Did ya have a good nap, Dollface? I was startin’ to get worried when ya didn’t wake up around the same time as Jimbo over here. Haven’t been sleepin’ well lately? ” Sans cooed and ran a sharp claw teasingly across her throat.
Frisk tried to pull away from him, but the hand holding her head in place simply tightened its grip, causing another burst of pain to shoot into her mind.
Sans’ sockets went black. Frisk tried her best not to cower, but given the circumstances, who could blame her for staring up at him in complete horror.
Why Sans? You won. You won...why are you….what did I do…
Frisk couldn’t see Jim as Sans was holding her face up to look at him, but she heard the human male let out another grunt and his chair scrape against the wooden floor. Her eyes widened in realization.
Sans went out of his way to make sure I had no means of making money and I let him know I knew that...he… he must have found out about Jim’s job offer...he found out I accepted it…
Frisk started to shake. He took it as a sign of disrespect. I messed up, but why-
Frisk heard Jim give out another grunt.
But why is Jim here when I was the one-
“Don’t ya dare pull away from me again Dollface or you’ll regret it. I don’t mind havin’ a scarred up lady holdin’ my arm in public and trust me, it won’t bother me none if ya walk out of here wit’ a few noticeable lines on yer pretty face,” he growled and emphasized his point by tugging on her hair sharply, moving her head roughly to the left.
Frisk let out another squeal of pain, feeling her eyes tear up, his words almost lost to the pain, but not quite and hearing them sent an extreme amount of delirious relief throughout her body. His threatening words promised pain and possible torture, but they also promised a chance for her and Jim to leave. He did just say, they’d be walking out of this room.
Frisk couldn’t help but feel hope blooming in her chest.
Maybe he’s just teaching me a lesson about disrespecting him like Nick used to do when somebody showed up late with the protection fee. Maybe he’s just doing this to scare the hell out of us and when he’s satisfied he’ll just threaten Jim to stay away from me and tell him to spread the word I can’t be hired…I just need to talk to him....appease him...
Sans let go of her hair and walked in front of her quickly blocking Frisk’s view of Jim. He kneeled down, reaching his clawed hand out towards her face and Frisk winced, preparing herself for a slap but he only pinched a bit of the cloth around her mouth and gave it a light tug.
“If I untie this gag do ya promise to be a good little girl fer me and behave yerself?” Sans murmured softly.
Frisk nodded her head eagerly and just a little bit frantically. Maybe...maybe if he let her talk, she could explain herself or apologize. Yeah...she’d apologize for her disrespect, and keep apologizing and begging for forgiveness and pleading for mercy until his ego was soothed enough and just maybe that would keep him from hurting Jim.
While she would be lying if she said she didn’t care if Sans killed her, she’d rather see herself get damaged and beaten and hurt and destroyed instead of Jim who was an innocent.
He was an innocent man who just offered her a job. A man who didn’t deserved to be tied to a chair, which faintly made Frisk wonder even through her immense fear why Sans went for the guy for knew nothing about their arrangement instead of just dealing with the person who “broke” the deal?
The red lights reappeared in his sockets and with a pleased hum, Sans dug his clawed finger under the cloth, taking great care that he didn’t cut the skin on her cheek and with small snap forward of his finger, the cloth ripped in two, fluttering to the floor at Frisk’s feet.
“Sans,” she croaked painfully and paused slightly when the skeleton’s sockets widened. “Please-”
“Looks like that mouth of yers is dry,” Sans interrupted and stood up. He winked down at her, his smile growing, and maybe it was her horror-struck mind, but Frisk could have sworn she saw his sharp teeth get ever pointier.
“Let me get ya somethin’ fer that and then we can talk. Alright?”
His cheery. pleasant upbeat tone sent a huge shiver down her spine. He was talking like he didn’t have two frightened people tied up in a small room. It was the type of voice that somebody used when they were having an easy-going conversation with a friend and the fact that he could sound so...unaffected by what he was doing killed a small bit of hope that was cautiously and naively brewing in Frisk’s mind.
I have to be careful, I can’t upset him. I can’t anger him. I can’t do anything that would be viewed as remotely arguing with him, she thought, fighting the panic that was threatening to overtake her mind and forcing herself not to scream for help as Sans walked behind her with his hands in his pockets. She followed him with her eyes until he left her line of vision and her bound body prevented her from turning around so she could see what he was doing.
She quickly looked at Jim and when the shaking man met her eyes, he immediately looked down and began to whimper.
Sans must have done or said something to him while I was out, Frisk thought feeling miserable and that burning bleary sensation in her eyes that had been happening alot lately. What happened between them? What did Sans say-
A soft rolling sound caught her attention and she flinched as Sans pushed a metal table past her with one hand towards Jim while Sans’ other hand was holding a tall glass of ice water. A long white cloth covered the surface on the table, but when Sans stopped the table until it rested mere inches from Jim, Jim started to moan and struggle harder against his binds, causing Frisk’ heart to beat three times harder than usual.
What did Sans do to him when I was out? Frisk wondered and felt an explosion of terror and hatred for the skeleton as Sans thoughtfully watched Jim’s panicked struggle before he let out a small deep laugh. Sans leaned closer to Jim. The human male ceased his struggling, but his trembling remained, his eyes screaming. Frisk held her breath and prayed with everything she had that Jim...innocent Jim...innocent Jim that did nothing wrong and had a daughter to take care of would not be hurt.
“Relax bucko. The little lady here is the one that’s in trouble wit’ me and she’s holdin’ up better than you. Be a man fer God’s sake,” Sans muttered and looked distractedly at the glass of water before he blinked in surprise and smirked in Frisk’s direction.
“Heheh...almost forgot,” he said and walked towards her, leaning down and placing the ice cold drink to her closed lips. He tilted it up forward and Frisk opened her mouth willingly, wanting to reject it and briefly wondering if Sans might have drugged or poisoned the drink, but she drank the cool and refreshing contents of the glass anyway, feeling a soothing relief in her mouth as she gulped the entire thing in a matter of seconds..
Even if Sans did drug the drink and if Frisk refused...she shuddered and thought of Jim. She didn’t want to do anything stupid to send Sans on a violent rampage and risk hurting Jim.
Frisk struggled to swallow the last bit of water as her throat tightened, but she forced back her thick sob and tried to control her own trembling. .
“Th-thank you Sans,” Frisk said and gave him a shaky smile.
Sans smiled widely back in return and twirled the empty glass around his long fingers. Frisk watched him wearily and waited for him to respond and after a full two minutes he did respond, his red lights looking straight into Frisk’s eyes.
“Ya know dollface, I got to say, when I first met ya, I knew I didn’t stand much of a chance at gettin’ ya to be mine the fair way. I mean, you ain’t interested in money and ya ain’t exactly a fan of my line of work, so I went out of my way to ensure that ya eventually come to me.”
Frisk straightened her spine at the memories of his cruel and sick methods of hurting and taunting her and tried not to glare at him, but he was staring intensely at the glass cup.
“Threatenin’ the people ya love with that stupid protection fee wasn’t enough fer you to give me the time of day so I took ya singin’ jobs away and presto, ya came to me, ya agreed to seein’ me and I even made you feel good.”
Frisk whimpered as she saw Sans’ socket starting to pour out red smoke but before her growing fear could manifest further into something that would wipe all of Frisk’s logical thinking away and turn her into a panicked ball of screaming horror, Frisk’s jerked her body as that wonderful warmth she felt back at Sans’ place earlier today enter her body once again, more specifically in that special area around her chest.
Only this time it was more intense. The warmth seem to spread and grow rapidly and began to rub that invisible bit with such force that Frisk let out a moan of pleasure and fear without even realizing it until the sound actually left her mouth.
No, she thought as the warmth got hotter and more forceful. She squirmed pitifully against the binds, her face red with shame and disbelief as her body screamed in delight. Not again. Not here.
She looked at Sans pleadingly, silently begging him to stop whatever he was doing to her, but not dare say it in fear that speaking without permission would upset him. The skeleton let out a content sigh and gently caressed her cheek with his free hand as that incredible warmth got more intense and Frisk became nothing more than a squirming mess of pleasure in the chair, but despite all that, she managed to keep some coherency to listen as Sans began to speak again.
“Not only did I make ya feel good, but I respected ya and yer wishes not to be touched until ya gave me the green light. I did everything right. So tell me somethin’ dollface…” Sans whispered and leaned closer to her until his nasal hole practically touched her nose. His eye sockets went black and that warmth in Frisk’s chest instantly disappeared.
“WHY THE FUCK DOES THIS PRICK GET A CHANCE WIT’ YA ON A FIRST MEETING?” Sans’ voice doomed in her head and Frisk let out a scream as Sans spun around and hurled the empty glass at Jim’s face.
It was a direct hit. The glass shattered against the left side of Jim’s head and Jim let out a muffled sound of pain as the thousands of shards cut his face. Frisk’s mouth hung open in stunned silence as blood slowly dripped down the man’s face.
Why’d he’d throw the glass at you, Jim? Frisk thought numbly as the last seconds still didn’t fully sink in just yet. He should have thrown it at me. Not at you-
The back of Sans’ hand slammed across Frisk’s face, rocking her head to the side. Her vision went hazy but Sans grabbed her chin and turned her stinging face back so she was staring at his horrible grinning face again. She whimpered as his nails dug into her flesh. They didn’t break the skin, but Frisk knew that with a teeny tiny more pressure Sans could probably not only break the skin, but touch her bone too.
She trembled waiting for him to do it, but instead he simply and very roughly brought her face closer to his and once she was close enough he fully examined the area where he had backhanded her before he grunted in satisfaction.
He released her and stomped over to the cowering bound Jim and grabbed his hair brutally, pulling his head up so Frisk could see his face. Jim let out a shriek of pain.
“I saw ya! I saw ya walkin’ arm in arm with this fucker who hadn’t even know ya fer more than three minutes and he gets yer attention and yer time! Please explain to me why he’s the one who gets to sit across from ya at the table and how gets ya smiles and laughter, while I’ve done all the Goddamn work?!”
What?...WHAT?! That’s what he’s mad over….no he’s not just angry, Frisk winced as a new thought entered her mind. He’s JEALOUS! He’s jealous and angry I was spending time with another guy! Oh God! That’s why Jim is here! He thinks Jim and I-
Jim shrieked as Sans violently jerked his head back and harshly ripped out from the male human’s pretty blonde hair. Frisk paled and almost vomited when she saw the thick wad of bloody hair in Sans’ hand.
No, she thought and looked away, feeling the urge to vomit grow. Sure, she knew about the violent and brutal nature of mobsters, but hearing about what they did was one thing, like when she and the others heard about Nick chopping that poor man’s hand off, but actually seeing it...it almost felt surreal...it almost didn’t feel real because while Frisk knew people were capable of such cruelty, seeing it in action as opposed to the aftermath of it was something entirely new. A different type of terror altogether.
“Don’t ya fuckin’ look away from me and act like I’m the bad guy here! Yer the one who broke the rules!” Sans barked, his voice so loud that if somebody were outside, they would have most definitely heard it. Frisk quickly ooked back at the two men, praying that the door to this building would open and some hero would come and save them both…
...But nobody came…
Because why would somebody come?
Luckily seeing Frisk obey must of appeased some sick part of the skeleton bastard’s ego because his red lights reappeared in his sockets. He looked at the wad of hair in his hands, make a disgusted sound and wiped his bloody chuck on Jim’s shoulder.
Frisk swallowed, taking a deep breath. She willed herself to keep calm. She willed herself not to start crying and she willed herself not to spit every hateful word at the skeleton. He already effortlessly hurt Jim without even trying. She didn’t want to give the bastard a reason to hurt Jim again.
She choose her words carefully, making sure to choose the best ones that would not only soothe the monster but stroke his ego too. However as her words let her mouth, even she heard the jerky panic in them.
“Sans, you know me better than that! I said yes to you so why would I throw myself at a guy I just met-”
All speech stopped when pulled the white cloth off the table. From where Frisk was sitting, she couldn’t what was on the table, but Jim did and his struggling increased so much that his chair began to rock.
Sans chuckled as Frisk and him both watched Jim’s reaction.
You bastard , Frisk thought, but still remained silent.
“Ya know Dollface, I was thinkin’ the same thing, because you are a bit of a cold fish when people first meet ya. Nothin’ wrong wit’ that per say, I think a lady’s got to be careful in this world, so I was kind of baffled when I saw ya and him walkin’ out of the park arm in arm.”
His voice was terrifying. It was calm, but Frisk would have had to been stupid to not hear the rage that was steaming below the tranquil surface.
Sans reached down and delicately plucked something off the table and held it up. It was a pair of metal pliers.
Oh God, Frisk thought, her stomach doing flip-flops. Please God...No!
“Sans...pl-please...whatever you’re thinking about doing...please don’t do…don’t...he didn’t do anything wrong.” she begged only to receive a sympathetic smile from the skeleton.
“It’s okay, Frisk, I git it. I understand why you’d trust a guy like this instead of somebody like me.”
Sans roughly grabbed the cloth gag around Jim’s mouth, ripping some of the man’s skin as he tore off the gag. More blood seeped out of him and Jim gasped in pain. His shirt was soaked in blood.
“Even the toughest girls can melt when they see a nice smile, and boy does Jimbo have such a pretty set of pearly whites, huh?”
He was right. Jim had a kind smile. A kind smile that was rare to find in this city.
Sans grabbed Jim’s chin and forced his mouth open.
Frisk leaned forward, her silk ropes burning into her skin.
“Sans please don’t-”
“Course accidents happen and teeth are such a fragile thing. Here let me show ya.”
And without turning away from Frisk and still smiling that sad smile, Sans opened up the pliers, clamping it one of Jim’s front teeth and pulled. The tooth came out with no problem and Jim howled in agony. In her horror filled mind, Frisk was numbly amazed that so much blood could come out of such a small hole. It stained the rest of Jim’s “pearly whites” a deep red.
Sans held up the pliers once again to show Frisk the tooth before he placed it on the metal table. The small soft clinging sound it make seemed to echo in her mind.
She jerked forward in her chair, the ropes now tearing through her flesh as she tried to break free. Sans watched her, his sad smile turning into an angry sneer.
“SANS PLEASE! IT WASN’T ANYTHING LIKE THAT! HE WAS OFFERING ME -”
Jim screamed again as Sans tore out three teeth out at the same time and dropped them on the table along with the pliers. Sans sighed and shook his head, peeling off his jacket and throwing it carelessly to the floor. He started to roll his sleeves up.
“Ya promised to be a good girl fer me and screaming ain’t lady-like behavior. Please calmly tell me what’s on yer mind dollface.”
The condescending tone made Frisk flush with hatred, but she nodded her head. Whatever kept Sans from harming Jim, she’d do. No problem.
“It wasn’t a date-”
Sans laughed and picked up another tool off the table. It was a well-used worn-out hammer.
“No,” Frisk and Jim whispered at the same type before Sans slammed the weapon down on Jim’s right hand. Jim screamed and Frisk felt the tears run down her face as she heard the bone crack.
“Okay dollface, so let me git this straight. Two attractive people having lunch together, laughin’ and smilin’ and yer gonna tell me ya didn’t go behind my back and-”
“Please! It was a job! I swear I wasn’t trying to do anything with her! I was just offering her a job-ARGH.” Jim screamed blood spurting from his mouth as the hammer made contact with his broken hand again. More bones cracked and snapped.
Sans growled, the red lights that made up his sockets shining brightly as he bared his grinning sharp teeth as Jim and with every word the skeleton spoke, he brought the hammer down on Jim’s now mangled and mushy and bloody hand.
“I- BANG- believe -BANG -I- BANG -wasn’t- BANG -talkin’- BANG -to- BANG- you- BANG -Jimbo!”
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
“Sans! Please, for the love of God, that’s all he was doing! That wasn’t a date. I swear, why would I go out with him, when I already said yes to you! I ain’t some whore that’s gonna do that to you!”
To Frisk’s temporary relief, the hammer stopped in mid air and hovered an inch or so above Jim’s hand. Even through her tears, Frisk saw what remained of Jim’s right hand. Sharp and broken bits of bone were sticking out of his skin and if it weren’t for all that red seeping out of the cuts, his hand would have looked like mashed potatoes.
Frisk let out a choking sob, feeling her tears mix with her snot as she tried to weakly pull herself free from her binds, knowing it would do no good, but it was better than doing nothing than hearing Jim’s loud screams becoming weak and pitiful whimpers.
Sans looked at his hammer, twisting it around as the blood and bones that clung to the metal slowly dripped down unto the floor near his feet. He looked back at Jim who cringed away from him and then back at the hammer and then at Frisk. And then he chuckled.
“Yeah I suppose that’s true enough dollface. He probably did tell ya he had a singing job fer ya, which is why you went along with him. I mean you are a classy lady and that’s one of the reasons why I really like ya so much. But-”
BANG!
The hammer came down on Jim’s left hand and there wasn’t just the sound of bones breaking this time. There was the sound of skin instantly ripping and a small explosion of blood erupted from Jim’s index and middle fingers.
Jim let out a strangled weak cry.
“-that don’t mean this prick wasn’t plannin’ anything on ya!”
Frisk watched as Sans held the hammer high over his head, pausing just long enough to look back at her. He winked. And brought the hammer down on Jim’s right knee, breaking it instantly. Jim groaned, the energy to scream now gone.
“SANS! STOP! DEAR GOD, PLEASE-”
“Alright alright, I lay off ‘im for the moment. Don’t strain yer voice. Ya are a singer after all. Can’t have ya ruining that,” Sans muttered soothingly and nonchalantly tossed the bloodied hammer unto the table.
The skeleton looked at the bloody moaning and sobbing mess that was Jim and tsked, shaking his head.
“Seriously Jimbo? Already out of fight? And you seriously thought you had a chance with MY little lady?” Sans looked at Frisk as he said that. His sockets were narrowed and Frisk felt a sick sort of disgust bubbling in her stomach, knowing why he was doing that. He was claiming ownership over her and was challenging her to say anything different.
Rage boiled all the way down to her bone marrow.
I’m never gonna be yours, she thought hatefully, but didn’t say the words aloud. When this is over, you’ll pay for this.
Frisk had never fantasized about harming another person before, but the image of Sans doubled over in pain, recieving the same treat he was dishing out to Jim was the only thing keeping her sane and rational.
If I just tell him what he wants to hear, I might be able to get us both out of here alive. And then I’ll do something, she swore to herself, even though she had no idea what she was gonna do. But it kept her going so she desperately clung onto that thought.
Sans smirked at her silence, probably interpreting it as her submission that she was indeed his, and after nodding his head, clearly pleased with himself (Frisk could have spat on him) he tugged his red tie off his neck and wrapped the silky material around Jim’s mouth, muffling the man’s whimpering.
“Next time know yer league, cause she’s is out of yers,” Sans snarled to his victim and walked back to Frisk, pulling out the red handkerchief he had offered her earlier. She had refused it then, but now she had no choice.
She sat there stoically as he gently wiped her tears and snot away, happy that he was at least focusing on her instead of Jim.
“Do you know why I’m doin’ this, little lady?” he asked.
She didn’t know what to say and silence was the wrong choice. The back of his hand connected once again to her already stinging cheek and she saw white stars flash in her vision this time.
“I ASKED YOU A GODDAMN QUESTION! NOW ANSWER IT!”
SMACK!
She wasn’t quick enough the second time and so his hard boney hard slapped her again, only this time on the other cheek. She felt something warm trickling down her nose. Some of it touched her lips and entered her mouth. It had a disgusting metallic taste to it.
Blood…
It’s least it’s my blood and not Jim’s, she thought feeling a bloom of happiness as Sans grabbed her chin.
“I was gonna be patient, ya know. Give ya time to accept the fact that yer mine. Ya knew I wanted ya and ya agreed to my terms and then I see ya with this guy?! I DON’T CARE IF HE WAS JUST OFFERIN’ A JOB!
SMACK!
Another smack across her face and now Frisk’s head was ringing, but it wasn’t with pain. It was ringing with his words. Sans’ voice was thick with a jealous rageful possessiveness that chilled her to her very SOUL.
“I didn’t do anything wrong-”
SMACK!
“Yer mine! Ya want somethin’ you come to me, bitch!” he growled. “Ya want to have dinner wit’ somebody you come to me first and ask. I don’t give a fuck if ya known them fer years. Ya want a job, you should have known you’d have come to me first! Why the hell would ya think I’d be okay with you gettin’ some job when I took all that time to make sure you had none?!”
SMACK!
Frisk started to black out until Sans grabbed her shoulders and roughly shook her, forcing her to say conscious.
“Class ain’t dismissed yet, dollface. Ya still got a lot to learn, so let’s get back to the chalkboard!”
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Sans tied the wet tear-soaked rag around his little lady’s mouth, gagging her and took one final look at her. Her face was a bloody mess and her eyes were screaming a silent plea of mercy and help. He focused on the physical damage he caused her instead, watching as the blood poured down her face.
He no doubt probably broke a cheekbone from one of his slaps and he’d fix it later, but first he had to teach his little lady a lesson.
He ignored her muffled cries to get his attention and turned back to that pathetic excuse of a human man who DARE touched his lady. He stood up and walked towards the cowering male and once again wondered for the millionth time what in the FUCK did Frisk see in him?
Looks can only take you so far in life and Sans knew that his little lady wasn’t one of those dumb ditzy that instantly fell for a handsome face...so what did Jim say to her? What did he do to make her like him? What lies did he tell her?
When his little lady was more...agreeable with him, Sans would make it a point to get those answers out of her and correct on why she shouldn’t have trusted this fucker. After all, random acts of kindness don’t exist anymore. Sans learned at an early age that kindness was often a front for a perverted desire and the very thought of this fucker laying on top of his lady, getting her off of his lies made his blood boil.
“Whelp Jim, let’s teach MY lady a lesson huh?” Sans said, feeling his smile get wider as the man screamed something to him, but the gag prevented Sans from hearing what Jim said.
Sans untied the blood-soaked red tie that was gagging Jim and smiled down at him, admiring his work. He wasn’t so handsome anymore. His teeth were gashed up, his face was swollen and covered with blood, his hands were practically liquid, his knee was fucked and there was a nice bloodied bald spot on the back of his head.
“What was that, buddy? Didn’t quite catch that.”
Sans grimaced in disgust when blood hit his hands as Jim opened his mouth to speak.
“Please...I won’t come near her again! I swear. Please let me go and I swear you won’t hear from me again.”
Sans chuckled and looked over at his little lady who was struggling against the soft ropes he tied around her delicate wrists and ankles. When she saw him looking at her, she paused and began screaming something that were most likely pleas and promises. Sans nodded his head at Jim.
“This is kind of yer fault, little lady. I mean all ya had to do was come to me first like ya knew ya should have and this would all be avoided. I would have given ya what ya needed or wanted and old Jimbo wouldn’t be hurtin’ so bad,” he cooed and smiled gently when he saw a flash of something that warmed his SOUL.
Guilt.
A flash of guilt and remorse flashed in her eyes and Sans felt his magic stirring excitedly in his pelvis area. He ignored that for now. That would come later, but right now was lesson time.
And it was such a shame too that it had to be this way. He honestly thought his more gentle and patient method was working when she left his home, but...Sans inwardly shrugged. This way is a lot more gratifying and quicker and the results were the same so….FUCK IT.
“Sorry, Jimbo. If I let ya go, the lady won’t learn her lesson. Sorry about the ribs, buddy.”
With that Sans picked up one of his favorite tools: A metal baseball bat he had since he was a kid. IHe remembered playing the strange human sport as a kid and loving it so much. His favorite part was going up to bat. The pitch would be thrown and he’d swing as hard as he could. He always loved it when he felt the ball connect with the bat.
Sans had a small nostalgic smile on his face as his bat connected with Jim’s chest. Ribs cracked, Jim choked, the air getting knocked out of him.
Somethings just never get old, Sans thought gleefully, ignoring Frisk’s muffled screams of horror and swung again, only this time aiming for Jim’s broken knee. The bone completely shattered this time.
He brought the bat down on Jim’s good knee. The bone gave in without a fight and Sans internally frowned.
“What are your bones made of Jim? Candy Sticks or somethin’?”
Jim’s only response was a wheezy scream. Sans shrugged and tossed the bat lightly to the ground. He looked back at his little lady.
“Ya see what yer doin’ to him?” he asked. Frisk shook her head almost as if she were arguing with Sans and glared at him hatefully, but the guilt...another flash of guilt and this time it stayed in her eyes and began to form into tears.
Don’t worry, little lady. You’re almost there, Sans thought lovingly and before he turned back to the human rag doll.
The weak bastard hadn’t regained his breath and was trying his hardest to take in air. Must have been hard for him with broken ribs, but in a few minutes air along with all of Jim’s other life problems wouldn’t matter.
Focusing his magic, Sans summon a small bone dagger, similar to the one he used to slit Nick’s throat with. Jim's beaten eyes widened at the sight of it.
Sans walked behind Jim, gripped his hair and pulled his hair back. He looked at his little lady who was struggling again.
“Ya want to know an interestin’ fact about you humans, little lady? You creatures can live through anythin’! Like this!”
He stabbed the knife into Jim’s shoulder very close to his neck and twisted it, grunting when the knife stubbornly refused to move for a few seconds, but with a few jerks, it began to turn easy. Jim gave another wheezy scream.
His little lady struggled some more against the ropes, but her attempts decreased dramatically and the guilt was becoming a lot clearer in her eyes.
That’s it, little lady. Yer getting it, Sans thought as he made another knife appear. He stabbed it into Jim’s side deeply.
Frisk’s tears began to fall and her struggling stopped completely as she stared up at Sans with her big beautiful eyes.
So close.
He summoned another knife and drove it straight into Jim’s left hand. The rag doll/voodoo doll human didn’t even made a sound this time. But his little lady did.
She muffled a tiny sentence to him, but he heard it and his grin couldn’t get bigger.
I’m sorry, Sans.
That’s my lady, Sans thought gleefully and summon the final bone. He placed it right at Jim’s throat.
“Thanks fer yer help Jimbo. I think we made a great team!” Sans said and in one smooth movement cut his throat.
All the fight left in Jim came out in one single gurgled wet sound and his head fell forward. Sans snapped his fingers and the knives that were sticking out of Jim disappeared.
Sans sighed happily and looked at his clothes. Bloody. Damn. Needed to get out of them before Papyrus got home. Needed to clean up this mess and take care of his little lady too.
Sans looked at her and smiled. Her eyes were wide, her tears were falling, mixing in with her blood and she was trembling.
Not a pretty sight, but a necessary one.
He walked over to the silent lady as he kneeled down and undid her gag for the second time. He raised her chin up to his eye level.
“So are ya sorry?”
His little lady nodded. Sans leaned forward, summoning his tongue to finally get the kiss he so badly wanted since his first met her, but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her eyes narrow. she opened her mouth spat a bloody wad of spit at him. Sans stared at her, his brain refusing to believe she just did.
“Yeah, I’m sorry I didn’t fuck Jim when I got the chance,” she growled.
The words rang in his head as he continued to stared at her. The guilt was still on her face, but there was also a great amount of determination as well.
“I’m not yours and I’m never gonna be yours, you miserable pathetic murderer,” she hissed.
He moved towards her viciously. His temper reaching a new height and suddenly he could see himself carrying her mangled and dead body out of the shed and that image alone was enough to stopp him, but didn’t help his calm his rage down.
She still needed to be punished. She still needed to be broken. She still needed to be sorry.
I’m sorry I didn’t fuck Jim when I got the chance.
A cruel smile came over his face. He knew exactly how to break her and make her wish she never even spoke those words.
The magic stirring in his pelvis formed into a hard cock.
“Let’s you and I have some fun together, dollface.”
He pointed to Jim’s dead body.
“I don’t have a mattress in this shed, but I got the next best thing!”