fiddleford pov:
i wake up to my hands are being unbound by bill. "go clean up, you have 30 minutes." he says.
i shakily get up, my legs buckling under my weight. the last thing i remember bill was cutting into me again.
i stumble into the bathroom, reliving myself after turning on the shower. i look down at my legs, i wince, the sight worse than i thought, my right leg looks like a ruler with the cuts spaced out. every other cut seemingly deeper, dried blood covering both my legs. multiple bloody six fingered handprints going up my thighs.
i get in the water as i brace myself for it to sting.
i exit the bathroom with a towel on my waist, and bandages wrapping up my legs covering the cuts. bill is standing in the hall arms crossed waiting for me, both his eyes golden.
"s-soryy i took longer." i say shrinking back, expecting him to hit me. instead he rolls his eyes and grabs my wrist dragging me to the attic.
"get some fucking rest, ill be back for my toy later." he says locking the door on his way out.
several hours later_
I startle at the sound of footsteps approaching the door. My stomach growling furiously.
The door swings open and the smell of food floats up from downstairs. "Go eat and then come back up here." Bill says looking me over.
By the looks of it he got himself cleaned up, seeing as hes no longer got dried blood all over himself.
Hesitantly i follow him downstairs, unsure what to make of his sudden change in homicidal tendencies.
"Thank you.." I say quietly, keeping my eyes on the floor.
Bill sighs as i sit down to eat. "I think i'm going to keep you around for a bit, i like having a toy to play with." He says his eyes glowing brighter as if to make a point.
I eat quietly, not saying anything, hoping I don't upset him.
Several days pass like this as I slowly become accustomed to the routine. In the middle of the night however Bill lets his hold go, I can hear Ford calling out for me.
Unaware of where bill has me locked up, he searches each night, I can hear him.
"If you let him hear you i will have no choice but to hurt you again." bill had warned me, i knew he wasnt bluffing.
"Come here." Bill demands as im cleaning up after eating. I put the plate down in the sink and shut off the water.
He grabs my chin and tilts my face from side to side, then drops his hand. A smile forming on his face. "Knees." He demands his voice threatening. I flinch slightly but do as he says.