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

Nineteen~

"Is that all you can take?" Jacob chuckled, wiping the knife off on his shirt. Two streaks of blood stained his clean gray t-shirt, resembling strokes on a canvas.
"If you think we're even close to done then you'd be very, very wrong, baby." He looked up at the woman, cheekily smiling and giving her a wink before turning back to the cart filled with his 'devices'.

Jacob tantalizingly traced his fingers along the line of various knives, pliers, blades and other weapons of torture which (y/n) couldn't even begin to describe what they could be used for. There was a dirty cardboard box on the lower shelf of the cart with a metal baseball bat, a crowbar, and what was most likely a bottle of bleach or something of that sort peeking out of the top of the box. The woman averted her attention to Winnie, who was also watching the sadistic man pick out which of his 'toys' to use next. Winnie soon looked over to her mother, fear stricken in the five-year-old's eyes.

"It's okay." (Y/n) mouthed to Winnie, trying her best to reassure her. Winnie nodded slightly and harshly blinked her tears away. Fear was eating them both alive from the inside out, crawling it's way up their throats and into their eyes, taking their voices, their sight to see anything but pain. There was nothing either of them could do.

With a sharp CLINK ringing through the air, their attention shot back to Jacob, who now had the metal baseball bat in his hands and was throughly admiring it. There were a few faint red splotches littered over the sleek silver, and it didn't exactly take a genius to understand what they were.

He stalked towards her predatorily, drinking in their shaking fear with a smile gracing his face in pleasure. Jacob stood in front of (y/n), twisting the bat around in his hands.

"Y'know what I love about our relationship, (y/n)?" Asked a deep, gravely voice. He started circling around the terrified woman.
"We always find our way back to each other. After all these years, the iconic (y/n) and Jacob are back at it again! We can't be separated. It's as if God himself is placing us like puzzle pieces, we're a perfect fit!"

"You're sick..." (Y/n) choked out between sobs.
"Mmm.... maybe, but I'm having fun, so let's keep going." Jacob grinned, sliding his hands down her waist and landing just above her thighs.

(Y/n) clenched her jaw hard, trying her hardest not to scream.
"N-no, please, just not in front of my baby, please..." She pleaded, barely above a whisper. Jacob rolled his eyes but agreed, looking at the same brunette woman from earlier and nodding in the direction of Winnie. The woman audibly sighed, agitated.

"J, we don't have time for this bullshit. You need to hurry the fuck up so we can get on with this." The brunette stated, arms across her chest.

Jacob stopped in the middle of what he was doing and looked up at her, moving nothing but his eyes.
"Y'know what I think, Ace? I think you should shut your fucking mouth before I put you six feet under. Are we clear?" His voice unwavering and stern. You could cut the tension in the air with a knife.

The woman, apparently known as Ace, opened her mouth to say something but quickly shut it and did as she was told. Ace quickly walked up to Winnie and harshly grabbed her arm, picking her up and leading her out the same door they came in. (Y/n) felt a little relieved, at least her daughter didn't have to endure this.

"The rest of you. Out." Jacob shouted, which was followed by the footsteps of his other two goons leaving the room. Once they left, the man sighed happily to himself.
"Now," he smiled, "we can finally get back to business."

Jacob, still with the steel bat in his hand, looked down at it for a second before using all of his strength to swing the bat into (y/n)'s stomach. The hit knocked all the air out of her lungs, leaving her coughing and wheezing uncontrollably. Eventually the air from her lungs turned to blood, further staining her skin and what was left of her clothes.

The faint light from the entrance above illuminated the room a small bit, leaving a glint in the sadistic mans eyes. The look on his face was a mix of excitement, lust, and pure anger. Watching the helpless woman in front of him nearly cough up her body weight in blood only pushed him to do more.

Jacob took the same steel bat to one of (y/n)'s knees, sending a searing pain throughout her entire body. An audible cracking noise could be heard as the metal came in contact with bone, bending the knee in a way it shouldn't be. The screams and cries from the woman were incomparable to anything heard from this cellar before. Perhaps if it weren't soundproof, someone from across the country could hear her pleas.

"Woah, what a rush!" Jacob laughed, talking over (y/n)'s sobbing.
"And even with a tear stained face and blood matting your hair, you're still my beautiful girl." The man tossed the bat aside and strolled up to the captive woman, taking her head in his hands and forcefully kissing her cracked and bloodied lips.

Pulling away and his face now covered in (y/n)'s blood, he smirked as he traced his hands down her back and onto her butt. Squeezing hard and planting a kiss on her left breast, he whispered into her ear,

"Now this is going to be fun."

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WOW BREANNA'S ALIVE ITS A MIRACLE

I'm not gonna bore you with the same bullshit about my mental health every authors note so let's all just assume whenever I don't update for long periods of time I've gone to Hogwarts to chill with Moaning Myrtle or (more realistically) I'm binge watching Friends for the eighth time

ya I hate myself we all know

hope y'all enjoyed and sorry this chapter got so sadistic but the worst is yet to come

love you guys<3

~breanna