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ʏxᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ | ᴛɪᴄᴄɪ ᴛᴏʙʏ

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | ᶜʳᵉᵉᵖʸᵖᵃˢᵗᵃ ⁱˢ ᵃ ʷᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵒʷⁿ- 𝒅𝒖𝒃𝒄𝒐𝒏, 𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒔𝒉 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒔, 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆? 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕, 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒃𝒊𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒓, 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚, 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒔, 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒎? 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈.

Y᙭ᑌ ᑎᗴᗴᗪ ᗰᗴ | TIᑕᑕI TOᗷY ᙭ ᖴᗴᗰ

"𝐒top fucking st-str-" he ticked again. My pulse hammered against my throat, racing. Out of pure, painful frustration, he slammed his head against the wall beside me, groaning into his mask like a wild hound. I could smell him, the metallic, the rustic smell of his last victim.

He gripped my face, gloved fingers digging into my cheek, forcing my lips to part and my vocal cords to ripple out a whine. "Why!? W-what was the pur-purpose of you leaving!?" using his grasp, he slammed the back of my head against the wall, moving to staddle me.

"What part of n-no fucking lea-leav-.. leaving do you not un-understand!?" releasing me, he reached down to the top buttons of my shirt, but instead of undoing them, he ripped it, awful stretching noises echoed into the nightly breeze, making me cringe. "You're fu-fucking mine!" 𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑝.

My eyes watered. I wanted to say something, but anything I said at this point would drive him to rage, even sweet, meaningful lies and nothings. He moved down my body, taking off his goggles and mask, showing me that gash on the side of his face.

His tongue moved along my collar bones, saliva dribbling down shamelessly. Like a baby, he clung to me, hands gripping at my flesh in whatever way he saw fit. "Mi-mine.." shaking, he latched onto my left nipple, sucking, painfully harsh, and yet he seemed almost content with himself.

I held back any noise, I would not allow myself to make them until I couldn't anymore. If i did, he would possibly get worked up. Overstimulated. I knew him. I've endured him long enough to know him. His mind, his ticks, his likings and disliking's, his body. I was his precious fruit. He was my reason to create scars along my fragile, soft skin.

He moved to the right nipple, while his hands worked on ripping the middle of my leggings, and down to my crotch. The cool air hit the inner plush of my thighs, as car horns went off just a street away. For a moment, I had forgotten we were behind a gas station, the worker inside laying dead and mangled behind the counter.

He pulled off, and looked up to me, eyes withholding a dangerous glee. "I-if you did-didn't run off... I wouldn't o-of had t-to do this... hurting you i-isn't fun, b-baby.." he dragged his tongue down my stomach, as I gently pulled at the rope around my wrists, attempting to scratch it against the red brick wall.

My body rattled as he yanked off my leggings completely, leaving them ripped and useless beside me. My heart crashed against my rib cage, thundering within my chest cavity, craving to tear itself free and flee from this horribly torture. From this horrible man who called himself Ticci Toby.

Courage. I spoke, "Why me..?" my voice, pathetic. It wobbled from pure fear, flutters of sharp, daggered wings slicing up inside my stomach as he tilted his head, raising his gloved hand to cup my cheek, the touch so agonizingly gentle I could puke. "I-I don't.. want this.."

His pupils shrunk. No. Shit. I'm sorry. My thighs trembled and my breathing quickened to the point of hyperventilation. He hands moved slowly to my neck, then grasped it tightly, controlling my airway. I choked, my nose burning as oxygen trapped itself within my lungs, the quickened breaths bought to a sudden stop causing my fingers to turn numb behind me.

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Relentlessly, he used me. I laid on the ground, forced to face him as he pounded in and out of my weak, and wounded body. It would stop, that parasite within my mind of his voice, begging me, loving on me to the point of delusion.

"Mine.. pl-please! fuck! Love me! Lo-love me, bitch!" his voice, muffled with tweaks and tics, his hair unruly, bouncing slightly with each thrust as my mind became more and more hazy. "Lo-look! You-your so we-wet for me! Y-you love this! You kn-know you do! You ne-need me!"

Boggled. Moans left my throat, as drool dribbled and his hands, one playing with my left breast while his right held me down but my shoulder, pressing me hard against the cold curb. The morning suns orange hue rose up behind him, and I became fully aware that people would eventually come for gas, only to find a body and hear me submitting to this mentally unstable man. Proxy? That's what he calls himself.

My thoughts were fading to fuzzy nothings, as his voice ate away at my sense of self, filling me with needs I never knew I'd be capable of needing. I've never been so.. wanted? Is this want? Or just sadistic play? How the hell am I confusing the two.

"Look how we-well I'm tr-treating you! You ad-ek-ore me.. You n-need me!" His cock felt amazing, bullying my insides, as my legs slowly moved mindlessly, wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. He leant down, his saliva from the gash over his mouth dripping onto my cheek before mixing with my own in a deep and animalistic kiss.

He growled against my lips, and somehow, someway, I just wanted more. His hands moved his to pin either side of my head, keeping me caged and giving himself the movements he needed to reach deeper within me. "Say you ne-need.. me.." his voice, raspy from all the yelling. My stomach twisted with a great weight.

"I ne-need you..!" I cried out, that weight breaking down and crumbling through me, squeezing him within my walls as I came undone, my legs clenching as my poor, sore arms still behind me were crushed under my arching back. "I want you.." Panting with overstimulation, he went quicker, his eyes rolling back as hot liquid filled me, warming me disgustingly.

I need him.

He lifted me up and cradled me, pulling out and standing with me as if I were a paper weight. "Co-me on, let's g-get you home." he lifted his hatchets, swinging them, and left my poor clothes, torn and unneeded. The other creatures of the forest, may see my body, but it was in his hands, they wouldn't dare touch me, not when I belonged to him.

He placed his mask back on, keeping his goggles on his head. "Y-you really ne-need to trust me m-more.. I-I know what's be-best for you!"

I sighed, leaning my head onto his shoulder, safe within his hold. His spell surrounded me, keeping me at leash to him. "Okay.. Toby..".