A few weeks, months? Dipper didn't know. The days went by so slow— to slow, all the slow torment, and agony was overwhelming, yet after a while Dipper didn't mind. Bill came and left as he pleased— treating Dipper as some dog. Feeding him, dressing him, disciplining him, and 'playing' with him. Dipper barely left the room, he normally spent his days walking around the room, or sleeping– just waiting for Bill to deal out his wrath and punishments.

Dipper face away from Bill, who was sitting up- having a smoke in the shadow of the moon. He was tired and hungry- asking would be pointless because Bill feeds him a regular times to make sure he's still healthy.

Glancing over the boy's body, Bill's eyes filled with a hint of pity. "Why so glum, pine tree?" He asked, I smirk pulled on his lips while using his new nickname for the boy.

The boy turned to face the man, "just hungry," he spoke softly, avoiding eye contact.

Taking notice to the boys lack of eye contact, Bill yanked the boy up by his arm, pulling his pet close to his face." Hey! My eyes are up here kid," he said in a democratic tone. Dipper's eyes moved to his," that's better. Good boy," he praised as leaned down, kissing Dipper's lips, the boy seemed to obey Bill for the most part, but violently pushed Bill back as he hacked up smoke which filled his lung with toxins.

Pinning Dipper to his back, Bill's claws dug into the flesh of Dipper's wrists, with their kiss deepened. Dipper's eyes watered as smoke filled his throat,"please..." The boy moaned with the kiss while clinging on to Bill's shoulders.

Breaking the kiss, Bill smirked down at the boy," please, what?" He asked— already knowing the answer, but waited to hear it from his pet's lips. His eyes drifted, avoiding eye contact out of embarrassment. Bill held Dippers face in place as he placed his forehead to his his. "Look at me when you speak," he ordered, squeezing Dipper's checks.

Looking at into Bills eyes, Dipper's mouth quivered as he spoke, "please give me more," the boy asked softly, his face red from his own words that weren't true.

"No," Bill said coldly," repeat that once more, properly," he ordered.

"Please fuck me, ma-ah—master," Dipper whimpered, holding Bill's wrist for dear life.

Smiling softly, Bill nodded," much better," he said softly, already unbuttoning Dippers dress shirt; reviling his soft, pale chest, except for the now healed burn on his chest- a triangle with top-hat now permanently I carved in Dipper's skin. His hands moved up and down the boy's smooth body. Dipper trembled at every longing touch that Bill made on his body, it felt amazing, yet he did not want to feel this shame.

Stopping his hands from playing with the boy, Bill stood tall on his knees with Dipper pinned underneath. Unzipping his pants, Bill revealed his giant member. Dippers face blushed because he knew what Bill wanted him to do.

Dipper, opening up his mouth slightly as he looked up at Bill with sad, but needed eyes. Dippers head bobbed up and down as he took the thing into his mouth, sucking on his master's member. His eyes watered from his already sore throat, aching with more pain and pleasure.

Dipper, gripping on to the back Bill's legs, moving his head, slowly to the tip of Bill's dick–  gently nibbling at the head. Bill let out a soft groan as he pulled cautiously at Dipper's curly locks.

Soon Bill came in to Dipper's mouth. Dipper chocked at the sudden felling of hot, sticky cum covering his tastebuds. Stroking Dippers head kindly, Bill pulled himself out of the boy's warm mouth.

Grinning wildly, Bill flipped the boy to his front as Bill tugged Dipper's bowers down— slamming into the boy.

Dipper, screamed as his insides felt as if they were being ripped apart from the inside. Overflowing pain observed his body as he lets out load gasps and moans. His. Dippers body collapse; he clung to the sheets as his body begun to feel the now overwhelming pleasure.

Tears and droll covered his face as his body as pushed to its max. "More- more please! Ma—ah!" He begged.

Flipping Dipper to his back, Bill started down at his precious pet. He's Pace fastened as he gazed down at his lovely pet— he's hand held the side of his face as Dipper rubbed his head up against it. "Your such a good boy," he praised, caressing the boy's face lovingly. "After this," he grunted, trusting deeper in to Dipper. "I'm going to give a present," he said, leaning down, kissing the boy on the lips.
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Soon after, Dipper laid alone in the sheets. The warmth from Bill's body was gone awhile ago. He's body curled up into a tight ball. He sighed, "I'm still hungry," he spoke flatly.

Swinging his legs over the edge, Dipper looked down at his bruised legs." He was too rough again," he sighed, limping over to the bathroom. Looking into the mirror, Dipper saw for the first time in awhile what a mess he really looked like.

His hair,knotted and tangled, his skin, pain and greasy, his eyes, dark and baggy. The only thing that looked good was his teeth— and," what the hell!?" Dipper said, looking at his neck, "when did he?.." he trailed off, tugging at the red caller around his neck. "When in the hell did he slip this on!" He asked himself annoyed, fiddling with the caller around his neck.

"Aw fuck," he sighed, leaving the locked caller on his neck as he hops into the shower. The stemming water rolled down his cuts and bruises. The stinging was almost unbearable to handle alone, it made Dipper grit his teeth as he ran soap on his body. The water felt nice after a while, how it eased his mind and now soothed his wounds.

Moments later, Bill opened the shower curtain— reviling Dipper's naked body. "Cleaning yourself up pine tree?" He chuckled, hopping in behind the boy- gently hugging him from behind.

"Why the caller?" Dipper asked softy annoyed while he kept his head down.

Letting out a soft laugh, Bill caressed Dipper's body, gently kissing above the caller around Dipper's neck. "I thought you'd like it— are you not pleased with my gift?" He chuckled.

Dipper turn around, his face had become red, looking nervously into Bills eyes," I don't hate it," he said quietly as he wrapped his arms around Bill's torso, with his head laying on his chest.

Stocking Dipper's damp hair, he whispered softly into the boy's ear," that's a good boy," he said calmly.
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Laying down on the bed, Bill read a novel aloud as Dipper clung to his arm while his eyes drifted to sleep at the story telling.

"Brother!" Will yelled in a shaky voice as he flung the door open.

Bills eyes filled with worry as he sprung from the bed," what is it? Can't you see I'm busy!" Bill spoke in a loud tone.

"It's the cops!" Tad ran in out of breath, guns armed at his hip.

"What!" Bill spat, gritting his teeth. "Give me that!" He ordered, grabbing a gun  from Tad. "I'll kill them, get everyone to the hang out!" He ordered as Will and Tad sprinted out of the room as Bill was about to fallow—

"Wait!" Dipper yelled, grabbing Bill by the wrist. Turning to face the boy, his face softened as tears fell from the boys eyes. "My dad's a cop, and my family is most likely here too— you promised— you promised you'd only hurt me," his vote shock in fear. Lowering his head he sobbed," don't hurt them," he cried desperately.

Bill keeled over the boy's body, carefully holding his face, he kissed the boy's forehead. Breaking the kiss, Bill looked into Dipper's puppy-dog eyes. "Remember, even if I die— you belong to me. I durned it into you," he said seductively as he pressed his hand up agents the scare on Dipper's chest. The one that looks like the illuminati with a top-hat.

"Don't die," Dipper said in a raspy voice as he clung to Bill's sleeves.

Bill nodded, a smile plastered on his face as a sigh escapes his lips." No one on this earth can kill me," he smirks— leaving the boy with the dark of the room.

Shutting his eyes, Dipper clung to a pillow as he drowns out the sound ps of gun shots and screams, just drifting to a dark, endless dream.
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The room was frozen like ice, Dippers eyelids felt frozen shut- it hurt when his eyes opened to let in light.

"Dipper!" I girl screamed, jumping the boy, hugging him like I child would a beloved toy.

Groaning in pain, Dipper hugged the girl back, tears fell from both the children's eyes. "I'm back," Dipper cried deeper into the girl's shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah you are!" She cried tears of joy, clinging onto him.

"Mabel, give kid some room to breath," Stan said from behind. Dipper's eyes watered more– he didn't know whether or not to smile or sob.

"You're all here," he sobbed at the sight of his family and friends.

"Everything's going to be alright Dipper. Their looking for Bill and his main group as we speak," Ford said, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Dipper was stunned at those words, 'looking for them,' it was shocking. "S-so they haven't been caught?" He gulped. Dipper didn't know whether to be afraid or happy.

"Yeah, they all fled after we got there," a police man said walking into the room while rolling a woman in a wheelchair.

"D-dad! Mom!" Dipper stuttered. He dropped his head in shame, unable to face him. His face redden from embarrassment and shame. His father probably was everything in the threatening letters and pictures— they probably all knew.

"Where's my baby?" The woman asked, her eyes we're covered with bandages, her bull blond fell to her shoulders. Her hands reached out- reaching for her son.

"I'm right here mom," Dipper said, tears filled his eyes as he reached out his hands from the hospital bed.

"He's right here Mary," the man said, leading her to the edge of the hospital bed.

Holding hands with her son, a smile stretched sweetly on her face. "Oh dear, your hands are so rough- were you pick up glass while you were gone?" She chuckled happily while circling her finger around his rough hands." You've been gone for so long- 3 months in fact- missing the last month of school," she scolded softy.

Dipper smiled sadly," yeah, I got hurt a lot, but I'll be fine," he said, trying to hold back the tears." And sorry, I'll try and rethink this before I go anywhere else," he lied.

"Really? Oh, I'd love to hear more, did you met anyone nice?" She asked sweetly.

"Well-"

"Sorry dear, it's time for you treatment," the officer said, coldly eyeing at Dipper.

"Oh that's a shame, You'll have to tell me later. Ok, Mason?" She asked as your chair and is being passed off to a nurse.

As soon as she left the room, Dipper gave his father the evil eye," you didn't tell her?" He asked coldly.

"No, She shouldn't relive her sorrow again," he said coldly back.

Gritting his teeth," I was the living through hell! What were you doing?! Were you going through long nights full of punishments and dealing with his kinks!?  Oh! Or— or having your skin burned!"

"What! Where?!" Ford yelled. His eyes were filled with stress, he gulped- hoping in wasn't what he thinks it is.

"Here!" Dipper yelled, pulling at the hospital gown.l, reviling his burn. A triangle with an eye and hat.

Everyone gasped. "Oh no!" Ford said, covering his mouth.

"What!? He burned me! So what!?" He yelled.

Dipper's father grabbed him by the shoulders, and shock Dipper." Are you and idiot!? This is his sign— he's marked you as his," the officer yelled at his son.

"I know!" Dipper yelled back- pushing the man off him.

"You know?" Stan asked in shock.

Dipper looked at all of them annoyed,"yeah, he told me," he says leaning back in his bed.

"He told you?" Wendy asked, leaning forward in her seat.

"Yeah, but if the cops are after him, then he won't come back," Dipper pouted- he really did want Bill to come back. He knows it's wrong- it's probably Stockholm syndrome or something, but at least he cared enough to stop hurting him, Bill actually started to let Dipper out of the room, he just choose not to leave the room. It was more comfortable there.

"Dipper, anyone or anything with that mark, he always comes back for," Ford said worriedly.

"W-what?" Dipper muttered.

"That's right, so- so we need to keep watch right?" Mabel said, worried for her brother.

"That's right," Ford said," But for now, you get some rest— we'll wait outside for now, just call when needed," Ford said ruffling the boy's hair,

As they all leave one by one, Dipper felt completely alone and scared. Did he want Bill to come and take him or arrested.

Soon his eyes fell along with the night sky. Dipper dreamed of him at his 17th birthday with Mabel.

"Pine tree," a voice whispered in his ear.

Opening his eyes, Dipper saw Bill looming over him as he slept. "Creeper," Dipper said softy, pulling Bill down by his hair— kissing the slightly older man.

Pulling away, a smirk stretched across his face," that's 'Master' to you," he said, kissing the boy's forehead.

Dipper chuckled," 'master's a creeper," he joked, kissing his master deeper.

"Oh, cocky now, aren't we?" Bill said, bitting his lip with lust.

"You'll have to break me some more," Dipper laughs softly.

Picking Dipper up bridal style, he walked to the open window– with a black car sitting at the bottom. "Oh my sweet pet, there is nothing left to break. Your mind has shattered," Bill said, jumping out the window.

Dipper held Bills forehead to his, staring into his eyes which burned with lust," then pick up the pieces, and break me again," he smiled.

"Then that's what I'll do," he chuckled

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(There will be after story for this lovely little piece, and I'd like to that ladynoirisback for the suggestion. Thank you love)