Sans woke up hanging from a massive meat hook from his hands, which were tied together in a knot; not the most comfortable position to be honest. He was amazed to be alive, had the other spared him when he blacked out?
Sans inspected the room, piecing it together to be the other's room. It looked similar to Sans', except there was a ton of blood everywhere. Sans honestly didn't want to know.
Sans strains against the ties, not surprised when they didn't give. This guy was technically him; and Sans knew how to tie some killer knots. Hell, in some of the RESETS, they really were killer.
Sans couldn't find it in himself to laugh at the pun.
If there was a positive to tying his own noose thousands of times before, Sans was able to get himself out of any knot or tie. After a bit of wriggling around, Sans recognized the basic Handcuff Knot and flushed; his captor really tied him up using a bondage knot?
Sans started to struggle, rubbing the rope against what felt like the sharpest part of the hook. He tried to use his magic, and yelped when his soul buzzed lightly. Sans cursed, a magic-block had been attached to his soul while he slept. So Sans resigned himself to jerking forward and backwards awkwardly as he tried to get through the thick rope.
"Well hey now, what're you tryin' to do here?" a voice from the doorway calls, and Sans freezes as his alternate self walks in. Sweat trickles down Sans' spine as he hung still; unable to see the other him. He suddenly felt a hand trail down his back, settling on his hip. Sans tries to pull himself away, only for his neck to be grabbed by his captor.
"Nuh-uh; no moving, unless you want me to do this?!" The other suddenly clenched down, cutting off Sans' air and forcing his head back. Sans fought for breath, legs and arms twitching and quivering as his vision started going black. Then the hand pulled away, and Sans' lungs breathed deeply.
Sans hung limply, head facing the ground as he struggled to return to a normal breathing pattern. He heard a noise in front of him, and he looked up half-consciously. The other him was standing in front of him, an annoyed look on his face.
"You didn't hear a word I said, did you?" he growls, and Sans shakes his head. The other growls, balling his fist and slamming it into Sans' cheek. Sans yelps, feeling his HP inch down to 0.8. He spits out a fang, red bone marrow coating it.
"And now you've got my floor dirty!" Another punch, this time to the ribs. Sans screams, his ribs cracking. 0.6.
"Be quiet! The louder you scream, the harder I'll hit!" Another two strikes, a punch to his other cheek and a knee to his crotch. Sans tried his hardest to stop his wails. 0.1.
"Now then, are you going to listen to me?" the other coos in Sans' ear, and Sans nods weakly. His soul burned and pumped weakly, magic trying to heal himself but getting cut off by the magic block.
"Now, as I was saying; welcome to my universe, original! Now, since I'm you, and I personally don't want to share a name with weak scum like you, you will either refer to me as Horror, Master, or on certain days, Daddy. You understand?" Sans nods, thoroughly creeped out. Horror frowns, grabbing Sans' neck and putting his sharp claw in front of Sans' eye.
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you; do you understand?" His claw scratches at the very inside of Sans' sockets, pain arcing up through him.
"Y-Yes Horror!" Sans cries, and Horror shakes his head, forcing the claw deeper.
"Wrong one; what am I to you, bitch?"
"M-Master! I u-understand M-Master!" Sans cries, tears streaming down his cheeks. The claw, thankfully, pulls out of his eye socket.
"Good bitch; now then, that's Rule 1. Rule 2, which is obvious; don't try to escape. I noticed that's what you were doing when I got in here, but since that rule was stated then you'll only get a light punishment later. But just so you know, if you try again I'll go back to your universe and kill your brother. And after him, I'll go after the Swaps, Fells, and every other universe until you learn your lesson. Understood?"
"Y-Yes M-Master…" Sans whimpers, feeling his soul crack under the stress of pent-up-magic and his lack of health.
"Rule 3; no noise unless you've been spoken to, or are told you can speak. That includes moans and screams. Understood?"
"Yes Master." Another crack, his HP was dropping even lower. 0.07.
"Rule 4, you obey my every command, when I say it, how I say it, and you don't question why. Understand, bitch?"
"Yes Master." A piece of his soul chips off, 0.04.
"What are you?" Horror smirks, tracing Sans' cheek. Sans was too tired to shiver.
"I-I'm a b-bitch…" Sans stutters out, 0.03.
"You're a bitch… who?"
"I'm a bitch, Master." Sans cries, feeling the matter in his arms start to shift. 0.02.
"Whose bitch are you?!" Horror grabs at Sans' neck, and Sans screams. 0.01.
"I'M YOUR BITCH, MASTER!" Tears streamed down Sans' cheeks, his soul shaking and quivering in his chest as it clung to his last bit of life. Horror chuckles, letting go and backing up. Sans holds back a sigh, hanging his head and closing his eyes. Suddenly, he felt something nudge at his mouth.
"Open up." Horror demands, and remembering Rule 4; Sans opens his mouth immediately. Something large is shoved partly into his mouth, and Sans barely keeps himself from gagging on it.
"Eat. Don't open your eyes until I tell you to." Sans obeys, occasionally choking as the thing is pushed farther into his mouth. It was furry, and Sans held back a shiver of disgust as he chewed and swallowed. His HP slowly returned, his previously spat-out tooth re-growing, his ribs repairing themselves, and the scratches inside his socket healing.
Finally, Sans swallows down the last bit, and Horror tells him to open his eyes. In his hands were two furry balls, and Sans barely kept from throwing up when his brain made the connection. Horror smiles widely and cackles.
"Man, didn't think you had such an appetite for dog-cock, bitch! Tell me, how does that dust feel in your stomach?" Sans shudders, wishing he could puke up the genitalia he had just been forced to consume.
Suddenly, a finger shoves into his eye socket, making him scream.
"Answer me, bitch!"
"I-It f-feels horrible, Master!" Sans cries, the pain just low enough to keep his HP from dropping. Horror smiles, his sharp teeth grazing over Sans' collar bone lightly.
"To be honest, watching you eat that cock like a little desperate bitch has got me hot and bothered. I think it's time for your punishment for trying to escape, eh?" Horror chuckles, digging his claw into Sans' eye socket.
"Well? Answer me!" He growls, and Sans nods quickly.
"Y-Yes, Master!" Horror nods, removing his claw from Sans' eye sockets."
"I think you deserved to be punished, don't you?" he questions, stroking Sans' cheek softly.
Sans nods, shutting his eyes tightly; "I-I deserve it, Master."
Horror pauses, and Sans felt his breathing hitch.
"What do you deserve?"
Sans' eyes crack open, looking at the other. Horror's left eye socket was glowing red-orange, his smile wide and terrifying. Glancing down, Sans could see the enormous red-orange glow coming from the tent in his pants. He smelled like blood.
"I deserve to be punished, Master."