My POV:
"Here we are!" I shout excitedly, pulling Sans up the last few steps before letting go of his wrist.
He gasps for air, which is kinda weird because last I checked, he doesn't have lungs.
"How can you breath?" I stare at him curiously.
"I dunno." He shrugs.
My phone buzzed off in my pocket, so I ran outside to have some privacy while Sans moved his stuff into my room.
The snow had slowed down, so I just went outside in my sweater.
THE PHONE-CALL:
Frisk: Hello?
Fell: Hey sweetheart~
Frisk: Ugh! What do you want with me?
Fell: I miss you~
Frisk: I anything but miss you.
Fell: Anyway, I called your Toriel and told her we were engaged, so I'm coming over to stay with you.
Frisk: But were no-
Fell: And if you tell her we're not, It'll be worse.
—FRISK HANGS UP—
Tears streak down my cheeks as a clutch my phone over my heart. Trying to get over the shock.
Sans comes running outside to tell me he's finished unpacking.
"Frisky? Are you okay?" He puts his hand on my shoulder.
"N-no... I'm not o-ok..." My hands are shaking slightly as I fall on my knees crying.
"I don't want to go through with this!" I bang my fist into the frozen ground. I might have broken my finger, but I didn't care.
"Frisk! Calm down!" He kneels down behind me and wraps me in his arms.
"F-Fell told mom t-that him and I a-are engaged..." I stare up at Sans, my tears freezing to my face.
"What?!" He growls as his eye starts glowing.
"M-master-" I start.
"What have I told you about calling Fell your master!?" He stares at me, clearly upset.
I wiggle out of his grip and stare at him from above. "I'm going to have to put up with this for the greater good. Don't try to do anything about it."
He only stares up at me, silently.
I hear the faint sound of a motorbike pulling in to the house.
"Just hang in there, buddy." I kneel back down and give him a long kiss on his teeth. He takes off his jacket slowly and hands it to me.
"For good luck, sweetie." His smile seems a bit brighter as I put the hoodie on and shove my hands into the pockets and walk over to Fell who was in the driveway.
"Hey you little shit!" I wave to him.
"I think you're forgetting something~" He reminds me.
"Oh! How silly of me! Hello you little sadomasochistic shithead!" I slap him across the face.
"Don't treat your master that way!" He wraps his hands around my waist and puts his hands down the back of my shorts.
"You can't do that!" I kick him and wind up falling backwards, hitting my back against the cold, hard, earth.
I scream out for Sans, but he's inside already. Why the fuck did we have to have a garage.
Fell grabs me again and shoves me into the garage. He fastens a collar around my neck and attaches it to a leash
I can't... I just can't... It's kill or be killed in this world. I remembered what Asriel had told me before he left...
"Don't kill, and don't get killed. That's the best you can do..." I whisper under my breath as Fell takes off the hoodie and violently rips off my sweater. I flinch, but otherwise, remained composed.
Fell shoved his hand down my shorts and underwear and puts 4 of his fingers inside me. The shitty thing was, he already knew how to control me...
I can't help but let out a saddened moan as I cum on his fingers, my tears hitting the concrete of the garage floor.
He licks his fingers as he unclips my bra and bites my chest, drawing blood each time.
"M-master... it h-hurts..." I whimper, staring at him with teary eyes.
"Shut up, bitch." He takes a roll off duct tape off the floor and rips off a piece with his fanged teeth, putting it over my mouth.
I try to scream, but I can't.
I thrash around to try and get free, but I can't.
I pray that Fell has mercy on me, but he doesn't.
He seems focused on abusing me tonight, instead of slaving me.
He tore off my shorts and my underwear. Biting my legs and back up to my chest and neck. Pain shoots through my body and I moan loudly as my vision blurs before I black out.
The last thing I remember is the clicking of chains as he shackled my wrists to the wall.
A few hours later, I feel someone take the tape off my mouth and lightly kiss my lips.
I thought it was Fell, but I felt too comfortable around this person to bother reacting.
"Sweetheart? Wake up... please, Frisky?" I recognize the voice as Sans'. I try to hug him but I'm still chained to the wall, naked, kneeling on my knees, an abandoned leash attached to my neck.
I open my eyes but close them quickly because the light is too bright for my eyes to bear.
I hear a soft click as Sans takes the chains off of my wrist and picks me up in his arms. I feel his tears on my wounds. It burns like fire. I wince in pain as Sans tries not to cry.
He carries me inside the house and lays me down on the couch. He finds a blanket and hands it to me, I gladly accept it because of how cold the garage was.
Toriel walks in, "My child?!" She runs over to the couch and looks at my limp, crying figure. Sans was holding one of my hands, trying to help me calm down.
Fell walks in the room, my eyes shoot open and I wrap the blanket around me like a piece of clothing. I storm up to Fell, even though my whole body argues with me.
"You! You no good son of a bitch!" I shove him to the ground.
"Hey! Don't treat me like that!" He stands back up and goes to push me, but Sans stands behind me.
"Touch Frisk again, I dare you." Sans' eye flares blue again and Fell backs away slightly.
Sans leads me to lay back down on the couch.
"My child, may I see those bites?" Toriel asks me.
I'm too tired and in pain to reject, so I nod slightly.
I unwrap the blankets and for once, I feel embarrassed about everyone seeing my full body. Toriel goes to touch one of the marks, but Sans politely blocks her hand.
"Don't touch 'em. Faster infection and all that junk." Sans reminds her.
"Right." She nods.
Before she leaves the room, she adds, "Sans... as much as I hate to admit it, you really do deserve Frisk, and I won't stand in your way anymore." And then, she left.
My breathing get a bit shaky. And Sans holds my hand a bit tighter.
"Frisk... do you remember the promise you made before you left the underground?" He looks at me with a saddened smile.
"Don't kill, and don't get killed, that's the best you can do." I say, a small smile on my face.
"Right." He kisses me on the lips, pressing his skull against my scarred face.
I ignore the pain and give in to the kiss, pressing him against me. I sigh heavily as I sit down next to Sans.
"I wish I wasn't so submissive..." I cuddle up against him.
"Frisky... it's not your fault. You're too good of a person for this world..." He runs his fingers through my hair.
"I love you, Sans." I look over at him.
"I love you too, Frisk." He presses my cheek against his and we eventually melt together in a pain filled kiss, but it was worth it.