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[The Next Day…AGAIN!]

(Dipper's POV)

Pain...

I never felt so much, it was like my very insides were on fire. Bill was still going at it, even though he had come five times already. I bit my lip once more as he moves impossibly faster, I swear it's amazing that I still have lips at all.

"Say it!" he screams, plunging in once more, hitting my sweet spot perfectly.

I know what he wants, he wants me to call him master like some lowly sex slave, but I wouldn't. I was not going to let him win. I was going to keep my dignity damn it! I shake my head knowing what's coming next, he hits me again, this time across the ass instead of the face. I want to say I hated it, but I didn't. I want to curse him, but my throat is already too sore from screaming. I hated to admit it, but if I was really honest with myself I'd admit that I was slowly giving into this.

I was beginning to think I'd do anything to feel some kind of relief, and not just a sexual one either, I was tiered physically, sexually, and emotionally. And right now I'd do anything to get the old Bill back.

To get my Bill back.

I wanted him to be like he was before, dominant, yet gentle, rough yet not so much that my body was literally one big bruise! I wanted him to laugh, and tease me, to touch me, to do more than just fuck me relentlessly. This wasn't the Bill I knew; this was a monster!

Bill stiffens and cums inside of me once again. "Just say it kid." He rasped.

I shake my head.

"You know I can make you say it." He whispered. "We made a deal, you are mine, I can make you say and do whatever I want."

"You're lying." I rasped and coughed.

"Oh?" Bill's angry face, twisted into a cruel smile. "Call me master." He whispered in my ear.

He thrusts in slowly, and it's so contradicting to how he's been recently that the pleasure makes me see stars. "Master..." I moaned.

Bill freezes, smiling knowingly.

My eyes widen in disbelief, did I just say that? Did that word just come out of my mouth? It sounded like my voice, and my lips had been moving, but I didn't make those words come out.

"See kid I can turn you into a mindless slut if I have to, but I thought you'd like having your free will. You know, since it's really the only thing you have left now." Bill mused, smiling slyly. "But if you rather be trapped in your own mind, only speaking when I make you, and only moving how I want you too like a real puppet then so be it!"

I gasp as I go completely limp. Or more accurately I gasp inwardly, because suddenly I can't do much of anything. Hell I can't even breathe. I scream inwardly as the need for oxygen becomes too great. 'Bill please let me breathe!'

"Hey Pine Tree, why is your face all purple?" Bill asked with a laugh, knowing good and well that I can't answer him.

'Need air!' I cry knowing he can hear my thoughts.

He laughs, confirming my suspicions. "What was that?" he asked.

I scream inwardly again, but wouldn't give in. 'He's got to let me breath soon right?'

"Oh no I don't have to do anything for you kid." Bill answered. "I'm the master here, it's you who's supposed to serve me."

I begin to see stars in my vision, would he really let me die? Was I really ready to die over something as silly as one little word?

'Master please let me breathe!' I thought, knowing good and well that I had been beat.

Bill smiles, and I gasp for air as the will to breathe on my own suddenly comes rushing back. "See now was that so hard?" he asked.

I shook my head no, too weak to speak, let alone put up much of a fight. "Now, say it!" Bill ordered.

"No!" I said, feeling some of my strength coming back. I know it's prideful of me, but I still refuse to budge.

Bill pulls out and returns to his demon form. "Fine than you can just hang here for all eternity." He said; and in the blink of an eye he's gone.

I go to scream at him, but my mouth will not move, I try to move my arms, and find I can't! All I could do was hang there and breathe. I close my eyes, and try to let my thoughts wonder, to think about a time before this; where all was right in the world. But not even my mind was my own.

All I saw was blackness, I could not recall a single memory, I could not even image my own sister's face. All I could think about was the never-ending loneliness, the constant limbo.

The realization hit me hard. This is how a doll must feel, Bill has reduced me into nothing more than a motionless toy!

No, a puppet!

He has reduced me into a motionless marionette!

I wanted to cry, but realized I wasn't allowed to do that either, so I just hung there, and counted the bricks of the wall before me. When I got bored of that, which was mighty quick mind you, I started counting the seconds ticking by mentally in my head. When I got bored of that I just kind of zoned out, I wasn't asleep, but I wasn't aware either.

It was a strange feeling, to hear, and see everything happening around you, but having no will to engage. No power to say or do anything, just exist, but not really exist at all. The really hard part about it all was I had no real way of knowing how long I had been hanging there.

Was it seconds? It already felt like days.

Would Bill really leave me hanging here forever? Surely he'd come check on me eventually...right? RIGHT?!

My stomach suddenly grumbles, and a new fear hits me.

I'll starve if I hang here much longer, it had already been two days since I ate anything. Would Bill really leave me to starve to death, hanging in his room?

Of course he would, he's a demon! Why would he care if I ate, or if I lived, or died? He wouldn't...doesn't, and I was a fool to think he ever did.

Could I real live forever this way? Or the rest of my life, seeing how I'll die from hunger in about another day or two. Was it really worth it?

Would it really kill me to call him it when I'm in trouble? I mean if I'm good, I'll never have to say it.

Right?

Yes, seemed like the logical answer, but there was never any logic when it came to Bill. My stomach growled again, and for a moment I feel paranoid.

Why?

Bill was in control of my body, so wasn't it possible that he was making me feel hunger? Was he using this as a way to get me to give in? Was that even possible? Or was I just being paranoid?

'What if Bill is doing this to me?'

'Was I hungry before?'

I couldn't remember...

Did it really matter if it was Bill doing this to me? After all the fact still remained: sooner or later I would die from hunger, with or without Bill's influence.

I suddenly hated the demon more than I had ever hated him before. How could he do this to me?

I thought we had something, was it all nothing to him!

I thought about all those times we were together, the waybill would moan my name, and run his fingers through my hair. The way he'd kiss me down my neck, to my stomach and further on down to my...wait a minute.

How come I'm allowed to think about sex with Bill, but nothing else?

'That bastard!' I screamed inwardly. 'Oh if I ever get out of this I swear he's going to pay!'

If I ever get out of this... Was it really worth it?

Surely Ford would think of something to get us out of this, but wouldn't it be easier for him to save me if I'm not locked up in this room with no doors or windows, unable to move?

Wouldn't it be easier to give in for now, and gain Bill's trust so our chances of pulling one over on him will be better?

Of course every answer to those question was the same. Yes, it would be easier, but could I stomach it?

If I could move I'd probably be biting my lip right now. Now that I think of it I really do that too much, maybe I should stop.

Maybe I should give in.

Another since a paranoia washed over me. Where these really my thoughts, or Bill making me think these things?

God my head hurt! I moaned inwardly and decided to hell with it all, I had to survive, and I had to see Mabel. She was probably scared out of her mind right now, with no idea of what, or how any of this happened.

She deserved to know the truth; that I sold us all to Bill so she could live. She was going to hate me for this.

Hell I hate me for this!

I sighed inwardly; I can't believe I'm about to do this. 'Well here goes nothing.'

'Master I'm sorry, please...'

I waited for the monster to reappear and give me his famous sly grin, but he doesn't come.

'Master I said I'm sorry.'

Nothing!

'Master?'

Not even a chuckle, did he want me to beg?

'Master please...I need you.'

That should do it right? Nope!

'Master I'll be good I promise...'

Still nothing! Damn what else was I supposed to do? It's not like I can move or anything, and show him how sorry I am.

Suddenly the chains give way, and I catch myself as I fall...wait I can move! Oh god no!

-To Be Continued