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He was covered in blood when he came home, his expression hard set. But when he saw me, his whole demeanor softened. “Y/n.” He sounded so at peace, so pleased. “My darling.” I smiled back at him, helping him out of his coat. Everything was bloodstained this time.
“Did they suffer?” I asked him. He raised a hand to my face, having removed his gloves. They were of black velvet, and not to be marred by the droplets of red that stained his pale skin. He caressed my skin gently.
“Pet, they always suffer. For what they did to you.” His eyes became cold in an instant, and I stumbled back, hoping, praying, that I had not made a mistake. I would have pushed too far three times, if so. I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. It turned out that Bill was not angry at me, but rather, someone else. “No one is allowed to touch what has been claimed as mine. Dipper saw my mark on you. He insisted on ‘saving’ you.” His gaze pierced mine. “You need no saving. I am your savior.”
So he had been torturing Dipper again. My gut wrenched. I would cry later, when Bill wasn’t around. It was a game. All a terrible, horrible game to him. He was looking at me expectantly. “Yes, sir.” I said, like a good little slave.
“Take me to bed.” Bill said. It was phrased like a question, but it wasn't. It was a command.
“Of course, sir.”
This was all a sick, sick game. And I was just a prize.