Endless || Dan Howell x reader (sequel to Unbroken)

Nineteen~

TW// violence, torture, blood, sexual assault, rape

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"Who's ready to have some fun?"

The words echoed throughout the dim basement, hanging in the air unanswered. Jacob twirled the rusty pocket knife around in his hand while he strolled over to where Winnie was lying on the floor.

Jacob crouched down to Winnie, pushing her hair out of her face with the sharp end of the knife. Her quiet sobs fell on deaf ears as the others in the room stood, not even slightly bothered by the child's cries. The emerald-eyed man traced down the girl's arm and onto her fingers with the knife. (Y/n) stood watching, helpless and unable to protect her daughter from this monster.

The knife left small but painful cuts on Winnie's arm, and Jacob only kept pressing the blade harder into her skin. (Y/n) shivered, hearing her daughters screams as he started to draw blood out of the poor four-year-old's arm. She tried to pull away, but Jacob kept her arm in place.

(Y/n) pulled against the restraints, tears forming in her eyes.
"You fucking psycho! Stop hurting her!" She cried, the anger apparent in her voice. Jacob turned to look at her and smirked before standing up. He walked towards (y/n), leaving Winnie on the floor, bleeding out of the cuts on her forearm.

With one swift movement, Jacob had the knife against her throat.
"Last time I checked, you're not the one telling me what to do." The fire in his eyes was blinding.
"She's -- she's just a child..." (Y/n) stuttered, tensing as she felt the cold steel of the knife against her skin.

"A child... just a child hm?" Jacob took the blade from her delicate (s/t) skin, trailing behind her. The man stood behind the woman, his hot breath on her neck sending shivers down her spine.
"Just like you on that night. Remember, (y/n)?" His hands traced along her hips, caressing every curve, every bruise, every cut he had left. (Y/n)'s heartbeat quickened with just the mention of that night, easily one of the worst nights of her life.

"Just a little girl, seventeen years old, a child..." Jacob's hands moved up her torso, slowly making their way up before aggressively cupping her breasts. (Y/n) clenched her teeth, gut stricken with fear.
"Just you and me, together. We were such happy kids. What made you want to change that? What made you want to change us?  What made you think you had the goddamn right to ruin my fucking life?" His voice grew hoarse the louder he got.

Jacob moved his hands off of her chest and onto her shoulders. He lightly brushed the (h/c) hair away from her shoulders before ripping the white tank top she had on off on her body, leaving her exposed. (Y/n) let out a sharp gasp as the cloth was ripped from her skin.

The blade pressed against the back of her neck, and she winced as Jacob slowly dragged the blade down her spine, pressing harder the further down it got. (Y/n) could feel her skin break as she tried to hold in her screams. The warm blood trickled down her back and onto the floor beneath her, tinting the concrete a shade of deep crimson.

(Y/n) let her head drop to her chest, hair falling from the front of her head in thin clusters. The searing pain from the deep cut in her back burned every time she shifted her body.

An emotionless expression frozen on his face, Jacob circled around the woman like a predator hunting their prey. She didn't dare raise her head at the risk of being met with the stone cold eyes of her captor.