⸸ ANTIpathy ⸸

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Antisepticeye

[THIRD PERSON]
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Times were once simpler. Easier. Freedom wasn't something to question constantly, that's if the possibily of it's loss even crossed her thoughts. There were mornings that brought joy as she hummed gentle melodies whilst cooking up something tasty for breakfast on the stove. Her curtains were drawn back, welcoming the rising sun to shine it's rays upon her beaming face.

School used to be about learning, spending break and lunch with friends, the excitement of the rest of her lives laid out in front, and the thrill of exploring.

But good things don't last forever.

Caking makeup on her skin to gloss over the bruises and bite marks, waking up to bags under her eyes and a gloomy house became her life so quickly. It happened too fast for her to grasp onto what happiness she had left.
School became an endless circle of having a staring competition with the wall clock, begging for time to go faster, having faith that no one would see the marks under the layers of foundation.

Showers were always long. The water constantly turned scarlet. It stung when it washed over the fresh gashes - new wounds that she couldn't fight off, or stop from being placed upon her once soft skin. Stood in the shower every morning at six-thirty, with the water pouring over her frail frame, her head always hung; she couldn't tell whether the water running over her face were tears or not.

Her life was destined for great fortune, bright smiles and glee, but not after him.

Not after the arrival of-

"A-Anti," she croaked.

Two arms snaked around her waist and pulled her against the firm chest of Antisepticeye. A low purr rumbled in his throat as his strong hands trailed along the sides of her body concealed from exposure by just a towel. Her {h/c} hair was damp and dripping, the hairdryer in hand dropping as he squeezed her hips. A gasp escaped her lips. The thump of the dryer hitting the carpet made her flinch, and hard.

His voice came out like he was multiple people speaking at various pitches at once. She felt his warm breath on my neck, which grew to goose flesh as well as the hairs standing on end. "ʜⁱʏᵃ ᵈᵒʟˡ," the demon crooned, nipping at the shell of her ear. "ʜᴀᵈ ᵃ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵈᴀʸ ᵃᵗ ˢᶜʰᵒᴏˡ?" Despite the question, she knew full well that he didn't care for an answer.

Like a leaf in tremendous rough gusts of wind, she trembled violently beneath his grip. He glitched strangely, as if he was a computer ridden with a virus that corrupted his core, every so often bringing multicoloured shots of deforming faults in which they allowed his body to malfunction. It was a peculiar sight, and notably frightening to witness. In that moment, she experienced the whir sound a glitch would convey accompanied by a low vibration; the hums passed through her hips, generating a second round of goosebumps to form.

Her reaction times were impeccable. As soon as he let go and took several paces backwards, she whipped around, let go of the towel and presented him with a beaming face alongside her nude body. Anything to get his attention diverted from his cruel intentions.

Strong hands holding back unfathomable force behind them, such force that she had become a victim to countless times, held her hips to pull her close. The midnight starless skies in his eyes stared into hers. They flickered to her lips, feeling her quiver beneath him as he ran his thumb across her lower lip.

His hand swept under her chin, gripping the sides of her jaw. Roughly, he crashed his lips against hers, tongue shoving its way in and invading her mouth.

"ɪᵗ'ˢ ᵃ ˢʰᵃᵐᵉ," he murmured, beginning to trail the meaningless kisses across her neck. "ɪˢⁿ'ᵗ ⁱᵗ?"

Pulling away, he scanned her face again.

Frozen in place, she patiently awaited whatever Hell he was about to rain down upon her. Although bracing herself for impact, it never came. Reopening her eyes, her brows furrowed, knitting together in her confusion and utmost curiosity about the situation. Gently, she was slow in her actions to warn Anti she was to touch him, giving him enough time to push her away if he wanted. Her hand carefully cupped his cheek, caressing his skin whilst her other hovered over his chest.

"What's the matter?" She asked.

Anti sighed through his nose, mimicking her frown. "ʏᵒᵘ'ᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ, ᵈᵒˡˡ," he purred, leaning into her palm. "ʜᵒʷᵉᵛᵉʳ..."

Shock stunned her into silence. Her mouth worked over, hands shaking as they reached her stomach.

When she touched her skin, she was greeted with a daunting wetness.

Lowering her blurry gaze, she took one long look at the blade plunged into her stomach.

Crimson streams ran down her stomach, over her hips and thighs. It stained the carpet. The wound throbbed, the flow gushing out between the slit and edge of the knife.

"Anti..." She wheezed, taking one final look at the demon she was a toy to for so long she could not remember. Used, abused, and now tossed to the side like a play thing no longer desired by any means.

Her knees gave in.

She collapsed, dropping onto her front, resulting in the blade digging in further until the tip poked out of her back.

"ʜᵒʷᵉᵛᵉʳ..." continued the demon, nudging the body with his foot. "ɢᵒᵒᵈ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍˢ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˡᵃˢᵗ ᶠᵒʳᵉᵛᵉʳ."

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