A/N: I am changing the View point... but it will probably go back and forth from it.

Lust

I gave in... I had to... I didn't want to go through that pain again, but Dust cut me nonetheless... it made him happy to hear my screams, so I tried suppressing them... it made him be more forceful with the knife that he wielded. No matter what I did, he wouldn't changed his harshness. I'm still bleeding and he is still going trying to keep me awake...

Trying to stay awake... it was hard, but I didn't want to be asleep when he was still going... he might stab me or wake me up by slapping me. He's done things I wish he had never done... I've done them back... I hate myself for it...

I hated the pleasure I received from this—

"Sluty what cha thinking about?" Dust suddenly stopped. I felt my SOUL skipping beats out of fear, I tensed as he pulled out of me, and a little whine escaped.

I shook my head and flinched as he pet my sides, oh god how I wanted this all to end!!!

"Come on you can tell me~ It'll keep be our little secret~" Dust's breath puffed in my face I cringed and shriveled back...

Immediately regretting it. He slapped me, and his hands quickly wrapped around my throat. I gagged and gasped searching for air I couldn't have. I strained for it like it was something tangible I could hold and touch... black speckles appeared in my vision covering the face that screamed words at me I couldn't understand.

His hands slamming my skull into the floor, cracking... bleeding... echoing...

Everything went dark, only then did I feel all the pressure on me life. Like it was all a nightmare, but I knew better than that.

Dust

I pulled on Lust's arms. Dragging him a bit and finally scooping down to pick up his limp, little body. His head hung back as I carried him bridal style.

I took him to a bedroom, I know this didn't work out so well for me last time, but I put up extra measure just in case.

I laid him down on the bed, finding my back up. Latching it onto his neck, purple was definitely his color. I pet my slut's ribs earning a whine from him.

I liked to see ALL of Lust... but restraints and the little collar were a necessity... even if they blocked some of his beautiful petite body they were needed.

I pet his spine he arced it for me, I smiled, he must have thought I was someone else, not that I minded. I hated it, but what can I do about his dreams, nothing, but I could wake him up.

I smiled, I would enjoy this until he woke up...

The only time he was really submissive to me was when he was asleep. I would take advantage of it when I could, but sometimes he would wake up before I started, but I had to do a few things before I could have my fun.

So maybe next time~

Fresh

Now I'm not always one to questions logic, but I am pretty sure a murderer wouldn't feed you and casually talk about weather right?

Because APPARENTLY Papercut does!! It's a little unnerving, but it's better than the alternative...

Definitely better...

Papercut had given me some bacon... not that the bacon wasn't good it was just that there was blood on the stove when he cooked it. So the smell of burnt blood was filling the whole room. The bacon smelled of blood...

"How long were you here?" Papercut asked.

"I don't know a week? I know it was a few days." I said hungrily putting the bacon in my mouth.

"Okay... so not long... that's good." Papercut turned.

"FUDGing BISCUIT." Papercut muttered under his breath shoving a full bacon strip into his mouth, aggressively. I was a little glad he didn't snap at me for censoring him, I really can't help it.

I looked down and pretended not to hear him, not that I didn't agree Papercut, Unfresh was that and a whole lot more.

"Where's my stuff?" I asked.

"Burned it" Papercut answered quickly.

"Then can I use the phone?" I squirmed in my chair.

"Yeah, let me go grab mine." Papercut jugged off.

I poked my food pushing it back and swiveling in the chair. I looked at the baggy clothes that belonged to Unfresh... I'd rather go naked than wear his clothes, but... it would insult Papercut... he gave me the clothes... I didn't wear the hat or glasses.

Papercut came back handing me his phone.

It was unlocked for me and I opened the phone call app. Dialing Ink's number, it went to voicemail so I left a message.

"Hey Ink... ummm... feel free to call back... it's me Fresh by the way..." I left it and immediately got a call back.

"FRESH?! WHERE ARE YOU?!" Ink screamed. I think my 'ears' tried to bleed.

"Unfresh's—"

"It's my house." Papercut corrected me.

"Sorry, Papercut's house..."

"WHAT ARE YOU—"

"Stop yelling!" Papercut snatched the phone from me. "We can hear you perfectly fine!"

"But what is he doing at you house?" Ink's voice snapped.

"I rescued him."

And it was their conversation for the rest of the well... hour.

I stood up and looked around the room, not feeling brave enough to actually get up and look around the whole house. I found a window and stared out it.

Watching the grass sway and the leaves float off the trees by the wind. I leaned my face on the window it was warm and I closed my sockets. Sleeping within a few minutes.

A/N: Ahha! I made it longer than the last chapter!!! (I Think)