fiddleford pov:
the first thing i remember as i come to is my wrist snapping as bill was riding out his orgasm. briefly seeing tears falling from his, no fords left eye, before the pain was too much and my world went dark.
my left wrist immobile, a sharp pain throbbing in it. warm arms hold me close, lips pressed to my forehead. fords soft murmuring fills the air.
"god damn it fiddleford, i cant keep you safe. i swear the next time he shows me while hes hurting you, i will put a stop to it. no matter the cost, i wont let him." i feel tears hit my cheeks as i open my eyes.
"ford.." my voice comes out hoarse. "im sorry." my words fall flat against his embrace.
"dont you dare apologize fidd, its not your fault." he starts, i shake my head in denial.
"i did though, i wanted to feel something. i-i needed the attention he gave me, it hurt when he ignored me." shame washing over me i cover my face.
he pulls me closer reassuring me. my world falls into darkness once more.
bent over the table bill thrusts into me his hands on my hips. i cry out as i feel his nails digging into my flesh.
a firm slap hits my ass, a moan of pleasure escapes my lips. his hard length filling me up repeatedly.
one of his hands wraps around my throat and tightens. i feel his cum filling me up as his fingers momentarily loosen.
bill yawns as he watches me work. annoyance clearly written all over his face.
"useless." he mutters as he leaves the room.
my heart sinks at the words. i instinctively scratch at my neck while i continue working. i flinch slightly when i feel air stinging my neck, pulling my hand down i see blood in my nails. i sigh and wipe it off onto my pants.
im getting nowhere without fords help, bill sees it too. work on the portal has all but stopped. im drowning in the mechanics of it, if i had fords help we could bounce different approaches off of each other.
my head falls into my hands as i realize how truly hopeless this is.
ice cold water from the shower washes over me as bill thrusts himself into my mouth. my hair bunched in his hands as he uses me.
my hands bound behind my back, flinching with every movement. my wrist not fully healed yet.
he cums down the back of my throat and pulls out. i cough as i try to catch my breath, he rinses of and gets out of the shower leaving my hands bound and the water on.
"three more days to get this portal back on track, thats the deadline glasses. is that clear?" he growls out.
"y-yes, i understand." i mumble as he leaves me to get up and out of shower by myself.
a growing mound of wadded up paper surrounds me as i try to figure out how to make the mechanics work nice on the pages in front of me. i feel bill watching me with disgust from the corner of the room.
his frustration making it hard to focus. he yells at me in a language i dont understand. i flinch at the harsh tones in his voice, as he gets louder.
i turn my attention back to my work, my hand going up to scratch at my neck.
i look into the bathroom mirror unsure if its really my reflection.
my blue eyes dull in color, bloodshot and sunken in. dark circles under my eyes that look like they could be bottomless pits. a massive semi-healed scratch mark on my neck, must be from my nervous itching.
nail marks and scratches line my arms and chest, a scar above my heart in the shape of an X.
i sink down to the floor as tears begin to fall. my time was almost out.