Warning: Strong and mature content in this chapter. Don't say I didn't warned ya after this

Chapter's theme:

[Can't Be Erased- by JT Music]

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That was it. Some memories were going blurry, like it was something far, far away from now. And it is.

Claire is roaming gently between those same corridors, with only posters and door to dissociate one to another.

What is she searching? Sammy Lawrence of course, she loves to search him to scold him or something else, gently. This is her new hobby, and she enjoys every second of it.

Suddenly, two arms wrap her waist, a little giggle followed closely by a kiss in her neck, making goosebumps onto Claire's skin. That stupid bastard, Sammy, or Sam as she like to call him, caught her again!

"You should be more quick next time, my lamb."
"Roh! You know every inch of this studio, how can I escape you?"
"Don't know, but you can, I'm sure." he responds, turning around the brunette who's in his arms.
"Yeah, yeah, talk talk Sam-Sam."

A smirk bends his lips as he pinned, with a bit of force, Claire on the nearest wall. His smirk instantly encounters her smooth and sweet lips, moving them at a slow and agonizing pace. The slow and passionate kiss burn the woman's heart into an infinite flame of love, thudding with force into her ribcage, wanting to be heard by the man in front of her.

Her arms wrap on his neck, making his head approaching a bit more, his lips moving at a quicker pace. Claire tries to kiss back, but it was so strong that she cannot make a move, letting Sammy lead the way, such as a leaf into the strong wind.

His delicate hands starts to stroke the brunette's hips, massaging them with the same pace, making her moan a little into the kiss.

"Gosh I love how you moan for me, let them escape your sexy mouth, my little lamb" he says as he parted from the kiss.

He soon dives into her neck, licking and kissing the sensitive skin until he finds her sweet spot. As he finally finds it, Sammy starts to suck and lick onto it, Claire, underneath him, moans softly, pushing her short nails smoothly into his back, as he keeps sucking on that delicate spot.

All at once, a deep growl echoes into the corridors, making the two love birds shaking a bit from that strange and unknown growl, making Claire thinking that it was coming from the deepest depths of Hell, a dark and deep groan.

They instantly parted, Claire looking at the corridor of where she thinks it's coming from.

"Wh-what was that?" she asks, stuttering a bit.
"Oh... It's Bendy." he simply replies.
"Whut? Are you losing mind? Bendy is a cartoon character, not the responsable of that... Growl."
"Believe me it's true."
"And how can you say that, Sammy?"

The Director of the Music Department expires a bit, still looking to the voice actress in from of him.

"Well... Joey might have been testing his machine... And finally created Bendy... A real and inky Bendy."

As he finishes his brief speech, Claire narrows her eyes and look at him like he is a fool.

"What are you sayin, dear? I think you are hallucinating." she says.
"No... No I'm not. My master is real, he is not far from here, my little lamb"

The dark atmosphere of the closed studio applies a crazy and frightening aura around him, like what he's saying is true. He then suddenly takes Claire's hand, guiding her into a Miracle station.

He sits directly onto the little bench in it, forcing for her beloved to sit onto his lap, as he firmly close the door behind her.

Sammy's hands rests onto her hips, as he stroke his bulge onto her inner thigh, moans escaping her ajar lips.

"You should wear more skirts, my little lamb" he whispers in her ear.

Without warning her, one of the dark blond man's hand slips on her thigh, under her short skirt, getting closer from her core, and pushing her panty on the left, he pushes directly two fingers into her. His fleshy fingers into her, so tight, makes a deep and loud moan escape, as Sammy waits for her to beg, for going back and forth into her.

But suddenly, she can hear big heart thuds. She quickly turns her head around, looking at the little rectangular hole in the door. While the corridor's getting darker than before, a slow and smooth silhouette approaches, talking and begging little voices echoing from the dark parts of the wall. As the silouhette approaches, totally inky from what she can see with that dark ink flowing on the body, Claire can recognize a bit the character that is walking near them.

Bendy.

Everything is going blurry again. Why does she have to forget so easily? It's not funny, for goodness sake. She doesn't even know where she came from.

Then suddenly the dark. An abyssal and disturbing dark. Everything is moving around her, calling with their wicked and distorted voices.

"CoMe JoIn Us... YEs, thIS iS GoNNa Be FuN!"
"ThAt'S rIgHt, YoU aRe LiKe Us NoW..."
"TaKe My HaNd... TaKe My HaNd...."

Being afraid of these voices, Claire tries to walk forward, as a bright light begins to appear at the end of this "cave".

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The complete bright light comes to sight. A growl escapes her mouth when she feels that her body falls on the floor, one meter lower. The stiff floor encounters the right part of her body, with an horrible squishing sound.

She tries to open slightly her eyes, but the brightness is so strong, that it's forcing her to shut her eyes the millisecond she opens them.

She tries another time, and successfully open her eyelids a little. All she could see was yellow wooden planks, as she's onto the floor, getting on all fours. An oddly sensation takes place into her body, her stomach, head and legs, such as a desire to throw up everything that she has.

"Beautiful... Just Beautiful..." someone says, not far from her.

She starts to gag and cough, feeling that she couldn't breathe too at the same time.

Her legs starts to cleave in two vertically, then her stomach, and then her head, black liquid dripping onto her vision, not even hurting her eyes.

Then something, something big, escapes her body, with a big amount of that same black liquid. The enormous wounds close the second the thing gets out.

That thing was a complete corpse of a woman, with long curly hair, tainted and glued with that abyssal sticking substance, which is on every part of her body. She could only see a bit of her beige skin, which begins to be totally white. One eye isn't covered with that dark liquid, but begins to be in a transparent color. As she lowers her sight, she can see that the corpse wears a beautiful white dress, a bit ripped and tainted by that liquid.

As she begins to panic, she lifts her head, some liquid beginning to drip from it, and her steamy sight meets a man, standing, only a few feet from her, his eyes looking at her with greed, success and a wicked desire. An horrible shiver shakes her spine.

"Well... Well... Well... Not what I expected... But you're perfect as Bendy, even more than perfect, my dear Claire... Oh no... I think that your real name will be better on you, my pet, Dinah the Devil."

Dinah's gaze locks into his, as she tries to decipher what he means.

" W-What are you talking about? Who are you??? What is this place? Who am I?! " she asks as her voice is distorted by distress.
"You will soon see, my beautiful Dinah. My name is Joey, but you have to call me Master. And you're mine." he responds after a great devilish smile and a few seconds of thinking.
"I am not a toy! I own no one, and I will never call you master you piece of shit!" Dinah spits and hisses, such as a cat.
"Don't try to escape me. You own me, and only me. Now you need to shut up!" he bursts, tightening his fists.

She starts to growl lowly as a cat, hissing a little each time Joey takes another step towards her, and then retreats a little, being sitted all that time onto the wooden floor. He finally stops to walk, Dinah reaching the wall by her back. Joey sighs.

"Well... Bendy, go get her now and bring her, and force her to be on her knees in front of me." he says, as he walks toward a commode.

A deep groan echoes in a corridor not that far from the great machine beside her. The walls and floor of the room starts to be colored in the same deep and dark color that covers the dead body near the machine, moving onto them, accompanied by whisperings and supplications.

In the dark of the hallway, the shape of a tall figure can be seen, as a liquid squished under its feet. The figure lets husky breaths and growls escaping its mouth.

Something pounds into Dinah the Devil's chest, stronger and quicker as the dark shape walks slowly toward her. Her breathings gets quicker, every part of her body starts to shake, with that disgusting liquid running on her sight and face, but keeps the capacity to see.

Despite this growing fear deep in her heart, her throat creates growls and hisses, as the light slowly begins to light up the tall shape.

Then the light of the room completly shines upon the dark and tall figure as its already in it. That same disgusting dark substance drips and envelops its body. Its wicked smile doesn't move, even a bit, like it's painted on its face. His steps are slow and agonizing, his husky breaths escaping whatever is its smile. A curtain of that substance covers where it seems to be his eyes. His long demon horns shines with the light of the chandelier. His tail, behind him, as dark as its being, his twichting and rolling in excitement, certainly its excitement to submit her, on her knees, to that Joey.

But who's Joey? She doesn't even know. But that man called that thing, she thinks, Bendy. Bendy the Dancing Demon? The one she loved to piss off during lots of episodes? No way, that Bendy is way too far more frightening than that little and cute demon. Just his smile, demon horns and tail can tell a common point between them. But if this one is the real Bendy, they must have boosted him with something more powerful than scopolamine.

Going back into reality, Dinah sees as Bendy is now at a few feet from her. How fast he can move, this little bastard. Dinah tries another time to retreat but the wall behind her prevent her from any form of recoil.

Dinah the Devil finally takes control of all her shaking and frightening body, crawling behind the huge machine, in a little hole, in order to escape from his grasp. But too late, before she could even reach the little space behind that huge piece of technology, one of his hand, a white glove-covered hand, catches her right ankle, pulling on it to take away her body.

As Bendy pull her away toward him, Dinah hisses and growls loudly under his grasp, and tries to remove his hand with her other feet, her two arms grabbing a wooden girder near her.

"Bendy, do not hurt her. She's a masterpiece, not a toy that we can give to a toddler." the voice of Joey echoes in the room, with his dominate tone.

The tall and dark figure lets a low groan in response, as tentacles envelops every Dinah's fingers, to unfold the phalanges which are holding tightly the wooden girder.

As soon as they are all unfolded, Bendy encase her hands into bigger tentacles, her ankles too, holding them tightly.

Binded like a pig ready to be cooked, Bendy takes Dinah into his arms like a princess, hissing and growling beneath him, and walks towards Joey, who is waiting patiently, holding something in his hand, hidden behind his back.

He soon puts onto the ground the Devil, forcing her to be on her knees, her head lifted in order to see Joey. She lets a deep and low growl before looking at Joey with wickedness into her glare.

"Hilarious... You're the first to show so much disobedience toward me... I'm the Creator, you should know it, my dear."
"You're nothing to me! And I'm disobedient if I want! I'm my only and true Master" Dinah says, her voice distorted this time by anger.
"Well... Well... Well... I'm going to learn you the good manners. You seem to have forgot them when your old bones encountered that beautiful and lifeful ink."
"What? Is that ink? That disgusting and dark substance?" she asks with a strong astonishment.
"That substance you're describing is, indeed, ink. Black Ink. It's not at all something disgusting. It's part of all of us! It composes Bendy's body, and yours, my dear."
"What the actual fuck?"

Joey laughs a bit at her reaction, as he puts in front of her face a little mirror, all that Dinah can fear.

In this mirror, she can see a face pretty similar to Bendy's: that long demon horns, with ink dripping from it and everywhere on the face, that wicked smile, but moving a bit and less worse than him, and that curtain of black ink covering the eyes.

An high-pitched shout leave her parted teeth, as she retreats with force, practically making Bendy fall onto the floor, being free from her restraints. Fortunatly for Joey and him, his arms grabs Dinah's body, a shaking and sobbing body. Her head rested where his heart is, her arms wrap his chest, tightening their grasp, as she wanted all to be an horrible nightmare.

But when she finally lifts her head, Dinah lets another frightened shout escape her mouth, retreating everything which was touching the Dancing Demon.

She instantly looks at her hands, one gloved in a white glove, and the other, naked, starts to grow a bit, maybe from fright.

The ink on her starts to run in an horrible pace, such as a waterfall, as she retreats on her two feet, soon bumping into another wall.

Bendy grabs her another time yet, pinning her onto the ground on her stomach, sitting on her back. Joey soon arrives, and pull from behind his back a big cat collar, black with a little golden bell on it. He quickly puts the cat collar on her neck, tightening it, and stands up, giving the sign to Bendy to stand up too, from that Devil hissing and growling ferociously yet under him.

Pulling on the leash harshly, Dinah coughs violently, standing on all fours, struggling to get some air.

"Now you are my pet, my dear Dinah. You're mine and only mine." he claims.