!WARNING! This chapter contains mature contents which are not considered to be worksafe. Children, I'm not playing here. You need to be 18 years old and above to read this.

Chapter Two

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Terror. The girl felt nothing at all but terror as her nervous system denied all her grasp on her body, making her freeze in shock. Just by simply looking at this man made her tremble in fear as her imagination flooded her with demented images of her being murdered by him. She watched him in horror as he stood up and made gradual steps towards her quivering form. He couldn't help but be amused at her reactions; it was quite typical for her to become afraid. Of all the others, Flaky had the most satisfying response. It was probably because she was the most fearful of them all. It was ironic how she would be cautious of all the other things in her surroundings yet let the most dangerous of them all into the comfort of her own home. The beast like figure leaned close to the trembling girl as she tried her best to crawl further away from him.

"Run," he chuckled mockingly.

When she heard him talk, she felt that fear turned into an advantage as it motivated her to rise up from the floor and run to the kitchen. The man—on the other hand—only used his eyes to follow the girl's footsteps. 'Typical,' he thought.

From all his experiences in tormenting and killing people, Flippy knew exactly what would his victim do in his presence. Flaky didn't prove him wrong as she did what exactly he assumed that she would do. The girl reached out her hand to the counter drawer and took something out of it—a kitchen knife. Flippy couldn't help but to laugh smugly in response to her actions. He then lifted himself up from kneeling on the floor and started making his way closer to Flaky. The poor girl leaned her back closer to the wooden counters as she held the knife in a feeble stance, trying to at least defend herself.

"D-d-don't come any closer!" she threatened him.

"Oh, that's very intimidating," he replied as he continued moving forward. "What are you gonna do, huh? Kill me?"

Flaky felt her tears run down on her cheeks as she held the handle tightly in both of her hands. She didn't know if she could hurt him, she knew that he was still the same person that she cared about and that he wasn't his illness. He was merely a victim of it too, and there was no way that she would commit the same mistake that she did before. All she wanted was to have her friend back to her without having to worry about her life. Was it too much to ask? Was being happy such a luxury to be denied for the both of them?

Her sobs became more audible as her tears streamed down like a river. Her cheeks, red in frustration. She didn't know what to do anymore and the knife offered no salvation. The girl jumped in surprise as she felt a hand wrap around her wrist. She wasn't aware that he was that close to her because of the deep thoughts that had blinded her for a while. She stared at him for a second; the smirk in his face had never faded as his eyes had almost melted her with intimidation.

'It's over,' she thought in despair as she closed her eyes shut. 'I'm going to die.'

She waited for the pain to come, but after a few seconds, she came to realise that he was just standing there in silence. So she slowly lifted her eyelids for her to see what was really happening. He was indeed just in front of her, as if he was waiting for something.

"Go, do it." He taunted her as he held her hands closer to his body.

The knife had met the thin fabric of Flippy's clothing, poking painfully against his skin-yet he showed no fear.

"Do it!" he snarled.

With panic and fear, she closed her eyes once again and obeyed his order. She didn't have the luxury of time for her to be able to process anything in her mind. The girl knew she hit something with the knife, but she wasn't sure what it was and she was too scared to look. All she did was to let her tears flow down and make sounds of whimpering. Did she hurt him? Was it over?

Apparently, it wasn't. Her eyes grew wider when what she had done had been revealed to her. The knife she held made a clean cut in his left cheek, and the blood started to gush out from the diagonal opening. She felt her strength being drained away and it made her drop the knife on the marble floor. Her voice was only able to form broken words of 'I'm sorry' and 'I didn't mean to'. She knew it was wrong to apologise. She knew that she shouldn't even be speaking at all. What made it worse was that the man didn't look pleased about what she did.

The man sighed in disappointment as he caressed his wounded cheek with his fingers. He then pursued to look at the blood in his hand and shook his head. He was expecting a little bit more from the girl, given that she nearly was able to kill his alter ego with a shard of glass before. He assumed that something was holding her back, and it wasn't fear. It was something else. A cunning idea came to his mind and it made him smirk; it was going to be a long night.

"If you're going to kill someone," he said with a deep haunting voice as he took her hand and led it to the upper left portion of his chest. "You should stab him right... here."

She felt his heart and the lazy rhythm of its beating and it somehow made her calm. The girl knew that she shouldn't feel that way, given the situation and the person in front of her with a murderous intent. She stared at his hand as it held her own. Just by looking at the red liquid which was now spreading on her hand gave her horrors. He didn't seem to be mad at her for hurting him that way though. It was probably because he had anticipated what she was going to do. However, it made her wonder why he hadn't killed her yet. What was he going to do?

Flippy then pulled her close with his free arm after wrapping it around her hips. His actions, which can only be called intimate, perplexed the girl. He then leaned his head against her shoulder and whispered her name on her ear. His voice made her heartbeat go faster and her head to ache. She didn't like this one bit and it was tormenting her. What made it worse was the fact that she knew that it was just about to start.

"Do you want me to stab your heart for you?" He whispered into her ear. "You just need to show me... where it is."

His hand travelled from her hand to her abdomen, caressing the skin beneath her thick knitted sweater. It wandered and strayed and soon found itself underneath the shield of her clothing. Her body shivered under his warm touch and tried to resist him, but he proved that he was in control over her and the situation. His actions became more daring as his lips locked itself with hers, with his tongue forcing itself inside her moist cavern. Flippy felt her chest rise and fall rapidly and felt every breath that gets its chance to escape from her mouth. He was getting pleased with what was currently happening until he felt a sting in his lower lip. The man jolted back as soon as he felt the pain and groaned. As his tongue comforted his bitten lip, he glared at her in anger. His golden orbs flickered and it made the girl regret what she just did.

"That's two for you," he said. "Don't think that I won't avenge myself for this."

"No, no... please, I'm sorry!"

He ran his fingers through her hair as his demeaning smile had returned to his lips. "You will be,"

Without warning, he pulled her pony tail and yanked on her hair. The girl let out a loud yelp as she was being dragged to the living room. His powerful grasp made her think that her hair was being uprooted from her scalp. When they had reached where the couch was, Flippy threw her carelessly on the seat, and it made her bounce after landing on the soft surface. The girl sobbed sourly, she had never been so afraid for her life and knowing that she had infuriated the man only made her think of the worst. Silent prayers had echoed throughout the walls of her head—hoping that it will be over soon.

Flippy covered her with his own body as he began dropping tender kisses on her neck and would occasionally use his teeth to nibble on her soft alabaster skin. He liked the sound of Flaky whimpering and gasping as he felt himself getting addicted. One bite, one gasp, and then comes the whimpering. It was the process that they would repeat again and again before he felt the need to own more of her. Flaky dug her fingernails on the fabric of her couch as Flippy tore her clothing into multiple pieces. The cold temperature touched her bare skin, but it wasn't long before it was replaced by the warmness of her tormentor's hands.

Her ruby eyes shimmered with tears as she lifted her hands and cupped his cheeks. "Please... don't do this."

"Is that what you really want?" he asked in a serious tone.

She didn't manage to answer his question for she was confused about her own feelings, and when Flippy was certain that he wouldn't get any answer from her; he figured that he should answer for her instead. "You hurt me before, do you think it wasn't hard for me?"

"You consider me a monster," he added. "And all you did was run away from me when you're the only one I was holding onto."

Flaky suddenly felt a sharp sting in her heart as he confessed to her. Apparently, his alter ego was more open than the other. If it wasn't because of him flipping out, she probably wouldn't ever know for Flippy never told her anything after all those years. Guilt prevailed all over her conscience and she fell silent. She didn't know what she should say to somehow redeem herself from guilt. The man rubbed the wounded part of his cheek against her smooth palm as he closed his eyes in the process.

He loved Flaky, he really did. He was the disease of his own corrupted mind, and even though he couldn't change for what he is, he wanted to feel accepted somehow. For all the people he had been with, Flaky was the only one who stuck with him even though she was aware of his imperfections. Until the day came that she herself became afraid of him too, and it hurt him greatly. His eyes threw invisible daggers into her heart that made her cringe in pain, and the more she stared at them the more it hurt. Yet she couldn't stop staring at them because somehow, she felt that she deserved the pain.

"Stop resisting the inevitable, Flaky." He said, embedding every word into her fragile mind. "Surrender yourself to me."

She stared at him in horror and confusion, knowing that her fate was in the hands of this man and she could not do anything to stop him. But amidst her fear, she asked herself if she deserved this punishment. Maybe all of this needed to happen in the name of redemption. And with that thought in mind, she accepted her defeat.

Her sobs slowly became silent sounds of breathing, and when he was sure that she had calmed down, he took her hands off from his face and transferred them on his broad shoulders. Flippy leaned closer to give her a passionate kiss, exploring and tasting every corner of her mouth as their tongues danced in pursuit of dominance. As they began to drift away from self-control, Flippy then began to multi-task as he uses his hands to touch the bare skin underneath him. His fingers brushed over the sensitive skin, caressing ever part of her upper body until his hands found her sweet spot. Flaky moaned under his lips when she felt something squeeze her breast. She blushed in embarrassment as she broke their intimate kiss, tilting her head to the other side to avoid his intimidating stare.

Before resting his head on her chest, he traced his lips by sucking on the skin of her neck and left a visible mark on it. He then resumed touching her with an endearing expression in his face. It was like as if he was sculpting with clay by the way he moved his hands, momentarily squeezing and rubbing in rounded motions. He would then use his forefinger to play with her nipple, pushing it downwards and pinching it lightly with the help of his thumb. Flaky would wince and gasp in every slightest feel of pain as she felt the need to cling onto something and grip it tightly with her hands. She blindly found the throw pillows which were peacefully resting beside her. Her panicky hands clenched themselves on the said item. Flippy raised his head from leaning and cupped her other pair, doing the same things his other hand did but with a faster pace. With his half lidded eyes, he watched as Flaky began to lose her control over her body and and that observation made him think that he was slowly gaining control over her.

The girl was submissive; she would react to almost everything Flippy did and watching her was enough to please him. It was for sure her first time to be touched like that as she showed no experience and familiarity with what he was doing to her. Selfishness came into his mind as he thought that he would never let anyone do this kind of thing to her. As an experiment, Flippy replaced his hand with his tongue and observed if she will react differently. Indeed she did, for she was now moaning uncontrollably and throwing her head from side to side with her eyelids remained compact.

She felt a pang of pain and let out a loud squeal. A few sobs escaped from her throat, letting the other know that she was hurt. It wasn't long before she realised that he bit her and left a throbbing mark on her nipple. Her voice sounded like a melody to his ears and he felt the need to hear that squeal again, so he bit her once more only to receive the same reaction. He leaned closer to her face and stroked her hair with his hand, trying to comfort the tensed girl. When she felt a hand touch her, she jolted forward and wrapped her arms around its owner. Hot liquid started to once again stain her blushing cheeks.

"I-I'm s-sorry... it just... hurts," she was able to let out amidst her irrepressible sobs.

He chuckled at her remark but not because he was mocking her but because he found it cute. "Do you always say sorry to someone who has hurt you?"

"Ye—N-no... not really," she lied.

Flippy tried his best not to laugh anymore but he just couldn't help it. Was the girl being serious when she said that she had always found herself guilty of being so vulnerable, that she always had to say sorry to the one who had done her wrong? As his laughs began to fade away, he found himself drowning into her glass-like crimson eyes and soon fell silent. Before he got too distracted with his thoughts, he rubbed his thumb against her cheeks to wipe her tears away.

"Kiss me," he said.

She felt shy and was reluctant to obey him before finally giving his lips a quick peck which only made him grin. "You're so cute,"

Flaky pouted in return with her cheeks flushed in shame. So what if she didn't know how to kiss? "You're so mean,"

"I know,"

The girl giggled at his response as she felt that she was beginning to get comfortable in his company. She was beginning to understand that he wasn't that different from his normal state, he was just misunderstood by everyone. What intensified her fear of him were just rumours after all, maybe he was just misunderstood by the majority since nobody even dares to socialise with him. She had seen him hurt other people—yes, but she wasn't sure if he had indeed murdered anyone. Frankly, she didn't want to know. The fact that he hadn't murdered her was enough for her to give the man a chance. The things they had been through and the memories they shared together weighed more than the reasons for her to stay away. If she was going to love him, she had to love him as a whole and not just the things that she liked about him.

"I'm so sorry, Flippy." She said, out of the blue.

His expression changed as he was curious for what she had to apologise for this time. "For what?"

"For abandoning you,"

"I've already punished you for it," He shrugged.

"But—"

Irritation was what he felt as he noticed that they were getting off the mood and he put a finger on her lips to cut her off. "You talk too much,"

"I-I'm—"

"My, my, aren't we stubborn?"

He replaced his finger with his mouth so that he could surely make her quiet. Flaky gave herself away and leaned closer into his passionate kiss. She then felt herself being lifted from the comfort of her position and then found herself sitting on his lap. Gravity pulled her closer as her chest collided with his own and she thought it felt funny when her nipples rubbed against his skin. It wasn't long before his hands and mouth reunited themselves with her soft breasts as he resumed what he was doing a moment ago.

And then, she felt something pull her knickers. It was indeed his playful hand which was now starting to make its way beneath the thin fabric. His fingers slipped their way all over the warm spot as he stroked every of its corner. Unconsciously, her hands gripped his wrist in attempt to stop him from rubbing the sensitive skin. Flippy only smiled at her and removed his hand.

"Am I going too fast for you?"

She shook her head. "No,"

"Then what's wrong?"

"I'm embarrassed,"

He pulled her close, making their foreheads bump gently against each other. "It's going to be alright, I promise."

Flippy took her hand and moved it over his own crotch before leaving it there. The girl understood what he wanted her to do but she was too uneasy by just thinking of doing it to him. "Touch me,"

After a few seconds of thinking and mustering the drive to obey him, she then began to caress his muscular thighs as she slowly moved her way upwards. She leaned her head against his shoulder and gave him a kiss on the neck before resuming what she had began to do. Flippy closed his eyes when he felt her breathing under his skin. He put an arm on her back with his other hand crawling its way downwards. He then decided to help the girl first before continuing on his own task and pulled lower clothing down to reveal his erection. He took her hand and wrapped it around the length as the girl began to move independently. Flippy couldn't help but moan under her touch as he felt himself getting hard and getting drowned in lust.

Nevertheless, she found it hard to focus when she felt his hand wander on her body once again. The girl tried her best to keep doing it and moved her hand up and down in a soft pace. She then began to play with its tip with her thumb, making imaginary circles. When she noticed that Flippy was moaning under her touch, she felt somehow pleased with it and became more confident with what she was doing. Flippy—on the other hand—found it hard to manoeuvre with the undergarment still on so he thought that he should convince her to remove it. Flippy gently pushed her away from him as she only wondered what he was planning to do.

"Remove this," he said, tugging on the thin cloth.

"Um... OK," she replied with uneasiness in her tone.

She lifted herself up from his lap and somehow felt dizzy after the few seconds of standing up. When she recovered from the unsteadiness, she pulled the garter of her underwear and pulled it down until it was completely off. When she began to remove her thigh highs too, Flippy stopped her with a smirk.

"Leave that on. It's kind of cute," he instructed, pointing at her legs.

Flaky smiled shyly at the compliment and returned to his arms with her back turned to him. The man wrapped his arms around her waist and began to plant light kisses on her smooth shoulder after shoving away the excessive hair covering her back. He was glad that the girl was starting to loosen up after noticing that she wasn't feeling awkward towards him any longer. He felt that he won't need to hold himself back anymore as it seemed like Flaky could take it. Creeping his hand to the warm spot between her legs, his other hand carried her other leg to spread them wider. Their breathing became a form of synchronised passionate melody with their bodies refusing to release themselves away from each other even for just a second.

"Flaky..." he said amidst his heavy breathing.

The girl turned her attention to him as she waited for him to speak once again.

"Are you ready?"

When she came to understand what he meant, she then proceeded to nod her head in agreement. "I'm all yours,"

He couldn't help but to smile smugly after hearing what she just said. The thought of him, possessing her, was the most satisfying idea he had ever been assured of. He held her word inside his mind as he took her legs together with his arms and carried her to change their position. Flippy placed her on the couch with her legs stretched out in comfort. She watched as her lover as he began to strip his own clothes off. The man threw them carelessly on the floor and placed himself on top of her small body. She placed her hands on his bandaged chest, wanting to feel his heartbeat once more. It was beating fast, she thought.

He took one leg on his arm and placed himself in between her legs after caressing the sides of her entrance. He knew that it was her first time and of course, she was going to be tight. What he was about to do was going to hurt her for sure and he reminded himself to be considerate as much as possible.

He took his length in his hand and began to slowly thrust forward, inserting every inch of it inside her small opening. Flaky moaned with her high pitched voice as he gradually took her virginity away from her. The pain made beads of tears form in the sides of her eyes and when she closed her eyelids shut, it caused them to fall as they left wet traces on her cheeks. She began to shake uncontrollably and thought that she couldn't take it so she took a grip of his arms. He leaned his lips closer to her forehead to give her a comforting kiss, letting her know that it was going to be alright. When he was certain that Flaky was getting a hold of herself, he began to move in a lazy rhythm by the use of his hips.

Flaky bit her lower lip and would bite it deeper every time he hits her sweet spot. She couldn't tell if what she was feeling was pain or pleasure as he pounded into her, hitting the same portion over and over again. Flippy found his own pleasure with the warmness that was enveloped around his manhood and with the responses that he was getting from the girl. The lazy rhythm progressively turned into a wild pace which made loud noises of their skin colliding with each other. She formed broken words with her mouth as they were interrupted by constant moaning and gasping. Flippy even thought that she was calling his name. It took Flaky an amount of time before she finally was able to complete a whole sentence.

"Fl-Flippy... please..."

"Please, what?"

"Please... s-slow down..."

He smirked as his indecent desire began to control her. The images of Flaky being sexually hurt made him disobey her plead and pounded her faster and harder. This—of course—made the girl cry in pain, she even thought that she was beginning to bleed with the constant pain brought to the most sensitive part of her body.

"F-Flippy, it hurts!" she exclaimed.

"Say my name. Louder,"

She felt that she was reaching her climax as he felt the same for himself, their lips parted slightly from one another. When she felt that she couldn't take it any longer, she screamed his name on the top her lungs as she saw different nameless colours explode inside her mind with her back—arched during the process. Flippy still continued before finally releasing his seed while he was deeply inside of her. Gritting his teeth in prevention of any loud sound from escaping his dry mouth, he clenched his hand on the loose fabric of her couch's cover before finally collapsing on top of her in exhaustion. They both panted for air as their sweat soaked body locked themselves together. Amidst it all, the foreign sound of the phone ringing made the girl's head turn to its source's direction. She wondered who might want to talk to her during that kind of hour.

"Leave it," he commanded.

She had no plans of answering it after all, since she couldn't even bring herself to talk after all she had gone through. So she just rested her chin on his shoulder and kissed the wound in his cheek. He turned to her and revealed his eyes; the golden glow had begun to fade into its normal emerald green. She smiled sweetly at him as he was going back to his calm senses.

"I'm sorry for hurting you,"

She could only nod in response, tangling a small amount of green hair strands around her fingers.

"I love you, Flaky."

The girl froze for a moment, petrified by his words. She scrambled her brain for appropriate things to say in return. A few seconds later, like the way she breathes—four words escaped her soft lips:

"I love you too,"

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Author's Note: I REGRET NOTHING. You might get confused about Flippy's personality. I went out of the stereotype of him having split personalities that are completely different from each other, who had different feelings and memories. I wrote him as one person with different state of mind. I mean, it was still him, just... bolder, selfish, and... lus— *cough*

Alright, you get the point. I'll just assume that you do because I'm getting lazy explaining the situation.

So yeah, anyway. It's finally over, I'll upload the epilogue soon, and I definitely need to show this to my parents. They're going to be sooo proud of me. Definitely.