The rope, rough and jagged, tightened around his writes. "Please.." He moaned in pain as Bill ran his fingers over Dipper's back- red and bruised, cut and damaged- he shook in pain.

Bill ignored him, snapping a picture of the teen's back," your adorable when you beg kid, keep going," Bill chuckled. Licking his lips, Bill cracked the wipe agents Dipper's skin a final time- blood finally flowed out of his flesh wounds as Dipper let out a blood curdling scream.

Flipping the boy over to his front, Bill pulled the boy by the restraints on his arms. Dipper's eyes were red, his hands covered with teeth marks, his lips dripped with blood- from him muffling his own screams and cries, his breath was heavy as well as shaken.

Bill reached to touch the boys face. Dipper flinched in fear," don't!" He screamed, holding his hands in front of his face, the last 5 hours were brutal enough. His body trembled at the thought of Bill doing more; what more could he do? Cut off a limb, harvest his organs, rape him?! Oh god! Dipper now knows that he can have cuts in places he never dreamed of.

Bill reached for Dipper's hair, tucking it behind his ear. "What a pretty face," Bill said with a dark smile.

Dipper trembled with fear and anger,"Completes don't make me happy," Dipper spat, swinging his arms- nailing Bill in face. "Shit," Dipper said quickly coving his mouth. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he apologized in fear. His body quivered at the thought of Bill as 'mad'. "I'm sorry, please don't-" his voice shock, his eyes watered.

Bill just smiled," so you can still fight back?" He asked in a chuckle. Dipper shook his head. Grabbing Dippers wrists, Bill brought the spooked boy's face close to his. "Now, don't lie, lying doesn't go well with a pretty face," he said, pulling out a pocket knife, and the camera- taking a picture of the frightened teen. "Yes, that's it. Show me that pretty face as terrified," He said pulling Dippers arms up towards the knife.

"No, please don't cut my wrist!" He yelled, desperately trying to pull away.

Bill flicked the boy's forehead," stop moving. I'm just cutting the ropes," he said softly while he sawed the ropes with his knife." See, nothing to be afraid of," he said calmly— throwing the ropes to the floor.

Dipper rubbed his wrists, all red and bruised. A confused look was painfully painted on his face." What's your game?" He asked annoyed.

Bill chuckled at the boy, he wasn't just cute- he had a fire, yet he cries so early if you push him hard enough,,and Bill wanted more. "Nothing much. Just got bored. Now sleep before I change my mind," Bill said, leaving the poor teen confused and alone.

Dipper sat there in pain, his body ached all over, and was supposed to sleep?" Ok?" He said to himself as he lets his body fall forward on to the comfy bed. Letting his sore eyes close, the sweet relief of darkness took over his senses. And with all this, what is it for? He had no idea.

--(With Bill Down in His office)--

Sitting in my chair, Bill looked over the threatening letter He was about to send to Ford— it was full of pictures of his nephew all beaten and broken. Bill knew in just a few bays he can break that boy, not just his body, but also his mind and soul. That boy was going to be Bill's new toy; however, it would be a shame if he lost that fight, that fire, that will— oh, how Bill loved how he could still bark even though he has no bite.

"Tad," Bill ordered, snapping his fingers. Handing the letter over his shoulder, to his friend." I'm done with this. Make sure it gets there immediately," Bill said smirking with joy.

"What's with the creepy smile?" Tad asked, slouching over the chair.

"Oh, I'm just pleased with how things turned out," he chuckled.

"With the kid?" Tad asked raising a brow.

Bill nodded," in just a few days— that kid will be completely broken," he chuckled darkly.

"Where is he now?" Tad asked.

"In my room. Sleeping; hopefully. I don't want him passing out on me tomorrow," Bill said darkly. "I want to break him slowly, so that he'll never be truly sane again; if I decide to let him go that is," he said laughing.

"My my Bill. You've taken a liking to this kid haven't you?" Tad said in a laugh.

"Yeah, and I haven't even started the fun stuff," Bill said calmly.

Tad was shocked." Really? Usually you start out with trying to break people right away. Wow, you really must find him interesting," he said as he was about to leave the room.

Bill started down at the documents about Dipper. He was headstrong, that he could tell alone. The boy, and his sister went through some traumatizing things back when they were 12- Dipper, or rather Mason was arrested for killing two out of five men in cold blood, after they tried to rape him and his sister, and he's unstable when it comes to women, especially women that flaunt their own body around like nothing- because of his mothers' attempted suicide. Fascinating- Bill thought. The boy can be a cold blooded killer, if he was forced to.

This made Bill smile as I thought came to mind, a brilliant idea came into play," oh yes, this could work," he muttered to himself with a creepy grin on his face.

Picking up the phone, he dialled a number. "Hey. It's me. I need a favour..."

----( At The Mystery Shack)----

"I'll kill him!" Ford yelled, slamming his fists on the table. "I'll make Cipher pay!" He yelled, looking disgustedly at the photos taken of his great nephew.

"Ford, calm down. We'll get him back, he's a strong kid," Stan said, trying to be the voice of reason.

"How can you stay calm Stanly!? You know as much as I do, what Dipper can do when he's pushed to the edge. He'll have a mental breakdown before the cops can find him!" Ford yelled, remembering what he saw when Dipper and Mabel were 12. It was a massacre. They had to hold him down- he was a monster, the doctor's say he's on the verge of ending up in the looney bin.

"Mabel, sweetie. Go tell your dad, but not your mom ok?" Stan said calmly placing a hand on her shoulder. She nodded, tears streaming down her face as she bolted upstairs.

Stan rubbed his eyes," I just don't know what to do Stanly," Ford said, his voice choked back the tears. "This can't happen again," he said, looking over the pictures. "Why Stanly? Why did he have to turn out like his mother!? He's going to snap!" He yelled.

Stan lowered his head in shame." I don't know Ford, I just don't know," he sighed.

--( Back With Dipper at 12 am)--

(Dippers P.O.V)

My body felt hot, it felt like steam was pouring down my skin- it felt. Just. Like. Breathing. My eyes shot open, turning to my back, a man on top of me. His rough beard pressed up against my neck, his sweaty palms held me down.

My eyes widened, "No... Not again..." I mutter, as his rough, jagged lips press agents mine, his to tongue forcefully makes its was into my mouth. Disgust pulsed through my body. His hand slithers up my chest, and began playing with them.

I can't take it! I'll kill him! I'll kill him! I'LL FUCKING KILL THIS BASTARD!

Pushing the bastred off me, I rip the forgotten pocket knife off from the table. Jumping off the bed, I pointed the knife towards his paths being." Come any closer, and I'll kill you!" I yell, my body was shaking- not with fear, but with anger.

Taking one step towards me, I swung- slashing his arm,"Ah! You bitch!" His fat hand wrapped around my neck, choking me," you slut! I break you!" He yelled- his spit flying in my face. Gripping his hair, I gouged out his right eye causing him to scream in pain and throwing me to the ground.

Jumping on top of him, I pounded his face in," I told you! I told you this would happen!" I scream, bashing his face in." Die! Die, die, die! You fucking bastard!" I yelled.

The door flung open," what the hell is—!? Oh god," someone yells, but I keeper betting his fuck face in.

"Someone get him of him!" One yells. Two come running over to me, pulling my arms back. Quickly, I elbow both in the face.

"Ow! My nose!" Will cried.

"My eye!"

They screamed, but it was to late for this guy. I pull the knife back— then slamming in into his head over, and over again. He screams were music to my ears, I couldn't help but smile as laughter slowly escaped my lips,"hahaha! You see!? This is what you get!" I laughed as his screaming stopped.

"Aww? Why'd you stop? I thought we we're having fun!?" I yell, stabbing the corpse. "Oops, you died, that's mean," I wined as tears fell from my face. Dropping the knife, I covered my eyes with my hands.

(Third person P.O.V)

"What's going on here?" Bill asked, his arms crossed, wearing a series expression on his face as he looked down at Dipper and the corpse.

"He— he's dead," Will said, holding his nose as tears fell from his eyes.

"I can see that," he said walking over to the boy. Crouching down, he held the boy by his arm, pulling him back up to the feet. "Everyone out, and take this thing with you. Make sure it's fully intact, I'm the one that's going to have to explain why he's dead," he said coldly,kicking the body away.

As people started to leave, Bill sat Dipper on the bed. The boy was speechless, adrenaline still pulsing through his veins. "Give it," Bill demand coldly. Dipper nodded as his hand, shakily gave up the knife. Bill took the knife, slipping it back into his pocket as he patted Dipper's head. "Good boy," he said sweetly.

Walking over to plant, Bill revealed a hidden camera. A democratic smile twitched on his face as he went over to get two others. "You bastard, you planned this," Dipper spat, his body trembled." You knew this would happen," he growled.

Bill smiled innocently," hmm? Now how could I have known that this would happen, I wonder?" He said innocently while tilting his head.

"How!? How did you know!?" He asked, jumping to his feet- with them shacking.

Bill waltzed over to the boy," I know lots of things kid. Lots of things," he laughed, grabbing Dippers chin. "I knew you wouldn't disappoint me," he chuckled pushing the boy to his back– Dipper, to weak to fight back.

Bill climbed on top of him, pinning the weak, and broken boy down. "You just need to lay there, and let me take care of everything," Bill purred. "Got it? No fighting back?" He ordered.

Dipper's body trembled, he nodded hesitantly. He knew he didn't have the strength to fight— this was his only option. Licking his lips, Bill leaned forward, kissing Dipper on the lips. Dipper flinched to his touch before melting into it slowly. His touch wasn't disgusting at all, it was more— over powering, it made him want to be obedient.