After Anti said those words, he tranquilized me and put me to sleep, and the last thing I heard and saw was Mark being dragged away.

My head spins and my ears ring loudly. Voices play faintly through the ringing but my head still remains heavy. It feels impossible to lift it up. I stretch my arms and legs to help wake me up, but as I do so, I can feel my arms and legs are buckled down.

"No, you can't! Please, she doesn't deserve it!"

I hear a voice clearer than before as the ringing slowly fades out. "Mmmm, Mark?"

"̷A̸h̷,̶ ̷s̴h̸e̵'̵s̵ ̸a̸w̷a̵k̶e̷!̸"̵

I hear a mechanical voice tease and test Mark's patience as I feel the man pace around my chair.

I feel the figure lean on the left side of the chair then he whispers in my ear, "̷R̵e̶m̷e̶m̵b̸e̶r̸ ̴t̵h̸e̸ ̶c̶h̸o̸i̸c̶e̷ ̵i̵s̴ ̷m̴i̷n̸e̸.̴ ̸Y̷o̷u̵r̷ ̴l̴i̵f̵e̴,̸ ̴i̷s̷ ̴m̵i̴n̷e̷.̷"̸

My eyes shoot open, adrenaline races through my body. I hear Anti laugh as he moves into both mine and Mark's sight. He's trapped both of us in this basement of his.

"Whatever you do, don't let him get to you! Please!" Mark pleads.

His plea is specific, I know he doesn't want to watch my pain. Anti knows that too.

Anti has me sitting at an angle that Mark can completely see me in and I can clearly see Mark.

"̵L̶e̴t̶ ̷s̷t̷a̷r̶t̷ ̸o̵f̵f̶ ̶w̷i̶t̶h̴ ̸t̴h̶e̵ ̵l̶i̵t̸t̴l̶e̶ ̶t̵h̶i̶n̴g̶s̷.̵.̶.̶"̷

I yelped startled as Anti stabs a knife right through my hand, I bite on my tongue and hold back tears. The pain burns as I feel the knife on and through my hand. Mark slams his eyes shut and looks away, looking away from me. I don't want him to watch this anyway...

But I notice something peculiar. Mark's wearing a shock collar. Once I notice that, I realize that my neck is free again and the shock collar is gone. The space around my neck feels more clearer. More freed up.

Mark flinches with pain after he gets zapped with the collar and looks my way. Tears sting the back of my eyes for his pain. He doesn't deserve this..!

'Help me'

"̴P̷o̴o̸r̷ ̴M̸a̶r̶k̶i̴m̵o̶o̶.̴.̸!̸"̴ Anti pretends to sob, mocking him. I glare at him menacingly.

"Never, ever, CALL ME MARKIMOO!!" He snaps.

*Zap*

"Ahh, fuck!"

"Mark!"

"̶Y̶o̶u̶ ̷n̷o̴ ̷l̶o̵n̸g̴e̸r̴ ̷h̸a̷v̴e̸ ̷t̷h̷e̶ ̵r̷i̵g̴h̴t̵ ̴t̷o̶ ̵f̵i̴g̴h̵t̵ ̷m̸e̷ ̴M̸a̵r̵k̵.̴ ̵I̶ ̸p̶r̵o̴m̵i̴s̴e̶,̸ ̴I̷'̴l̶l̵ ̷k̴e̵e̴p̴ ̷y̸o̶u̸ ̵i̸n̸ ̶l̷i̴n̵e̵.̵"̶ Anti chuckles.

He then snaps his head toward me and my body goes cold.

"̴I̷ ̸w̷o̷n̴d̸e̷r̴,̸ ̷w̸h̵a̸t̵ ̸w̵i̴l̸l̴ ̵i̴t̷ ̵t̸a̶k̷e̶ ̶f̷o̸r̸ ̶M̷a̶r̸k̷ ̸t̶o̸ ̷b̴r̶e̷a̴k̷.̶"̷ Anti asks thoughtfully.

I look toward Mark, and he isn't enjoying this one bit. Neither am I.

Me and Mark exchange worried glances when Anti walks out of sight and loud flames burst through to our sense of hearing. No, no no! 

"̴H̸o̶w̷ ̶c̷o̵n̷f̵i̴d̶e̶n̸t̷ ̷a̶r̸e̷ ̶y̸o̸u̷ ̵w̵i̴t̷h̸ ̵f̸i̶r̵e̸,̸ ̵h̴u̷h̴?̷"̴ I stare at him in shock as he brings out a flamethrower. It was on a second ago, but not right now.

"No, come on! A flamethrower!? Anti, that's too much!!" Mark pleads.

"̵I̸f̴ ̵Y̵O̶U̶ ̶t̸h̶i̶n̵k̶ ̶i̷t̵'̴s̵ ̵t̸o̵o̷ ̷m̴u̶c̴h̷,̸ ̸t̶h̵e̷n̵ ̷i̶t̴'̸l̵l̸ ̴b̶e̶ ̸P̷E̵R̷F̸E̶C̸T̵!̸!̴"̸"̷

I look away, squinting my eyes shut. I feel one of the lowest flame levels hover above my left hand, and it begins to get warmer with every growing second.

"̴T̶h̶e̶ ̶r̷i̴g̶h̶t̸ ̴h̵a̶s̴ ̶a̴ ̵k̸n̸i̷f̷e̷,̴ ̷t̶h̸e̶ ̸l̶e̷f̵t̵ ̴h̴a̶s̵ ̵a̶ ̶f̷l̸a̷m̸e̴.̴"̸ Anti sings away.

Eventually, the heat becomes too much and I jolt it around, trying to get it away from the flames. My breathing shakes and tears trickle down my face through pain while Anti laughs away like a lunatic. A fucked up, twisted, lunatic.

But what hurts me the most is that Mark is forced to watch every second of this, otherwise, the zapping in his neck will increase.

"Leave her alone! That fire, will burn her skin!"

"̷T̴h̸a̶t̴'̵s̸ ̸t̵h̷e̸ ̸p̴o̸i̴n̴t̷!̴"̴

"PULL IT AWAY!! ANTI!"

Anti let's out a sinister laugh then turns off the flamethrower and chucks it across the room. Mark listens in as we hear my hand sizzling from the flames. It nearly burnt my skin!

"̵A̶h̶,̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶s̷ ̵i̴s̴ ̶n̸i̷c̸e̴.̵ ̸J̵a̸d̸a̸,̷ ̷I̷'̸l̶l̴ ̸l̸e̴t̵ ̸y̷o̵u̷ ̵r̵e̶s̷t̵ ̸f̸o̷r̴ ̵n̵o̶w̴.̴ I̷ ̷t̵h̵i̸n̴k̷ ̷t̷a̷k̶i̶n̸g̴ ̴t̴u̴r̵n̸s̴ ̸i̵s̴ ̷a̶ ̸n̸i̴c̷e̶ ̸t̴r̵e̷a̸t̵.̴ "̴

I let out a sigh of relief, he barely did anything to me but I'm happy enough that he stopped.

"̴B̶e̴c̶a̷u̷s̶e̵ ̶M̸a̸r̸k̸ ̵n̷e̶e̴d̸s̵ ̵t̵o̵ ̷h̶a̴v̶e̶ ̸s̴o̵m̴e̶ ̸f̵u̵n̴ ̵t̴o̵o̸,̴ ̶d̶o̸e̴s̴n̸'̸t̷ ̶h̸e̷?̵"̵

My heart drops and my body goes cold. Anti's sinister laugh doesn't make it any better. It makes it much, more, worse.

I watch in horror as Mark screams by Anti's pain, the collar holding the strongest power.

"STOP IT!! LEAVE HIM ALONE!!" I struggle in my chair with all my might, desperation kicking in. I let out a gasp.

Anti turns off the collar, but he mocks me with his twisted humor. Mark's breathing is rapid and worn.

"̸T̴h̷e̴ ̴m̷o̸r̶e̴ ̷y̸o̵u̵ ̶s̸c̸r̷e̷a̵m̴,̸ ̴t̴h̸e̸ ̵m̴o̸r̵e̷ ̷y̴o̶u̶ ̵h̶u̵r̴t̴ ̶p̸o̷o̵r̴,̵ ̵l̶i̵t̴t̷l̶e̶ ̵M̵a̷r̵k̴i̵m̷o̶o̴ ̸e̶m̵t̴i̸o̴n̸a̴l̷l̷y̶.̴"̸ Anti taunts me, which annoys me even more.

I look at Mark with sad eyes as he begins to whimper to himself. I wish I could help him, so badly. I want to get him out of this, he doesn't deserve any of it. My heart aches for his pain.

Anti walks out of sight, leaving me and Mark alone.

"Mark, if I could help you I would. I'm so sorry your in this situation." I sigh sadly, looking down miserably.

"No, don't blame yourself. This, isn't in your control." Mark is weak as it is, and his voice is deeper than normal.

My eyes grow wide as Anti walks over in a new outfit, his mouth covered with a mask, wearing a white coat and a blue hat.

"Now, I assure you this won't hurt one bit, Mr. Fischbach."

My face shows confusion, as it seems to be no longer Anti. But, he still has a cut on his neck. Is this..?

"Stop cosplaying as Dr. Schneeplestein Anti!" I scoff turning up my nose.

"Oh no, this isn't a cosplay."

I feel a rubber hand grab my chin and pull me to face him.

"I AM him. He is in MY power, I took control a long while ago. Before I even had plans with the two of you!"

He tosses my head away and I begin to shiver as he stretches his gloves and pulls up a needle.

"What is that? What're you gonna do?!"

He chuckles, his laughter mixed with both Anti and Schneeplestein. It's corrupted.

"You don't need to worry, it won't be on you."

Not on me...

"L-leave Mark alone! Get away from him!" I become more frightened with every step that he takes, Mark looks up fearfully.

"What, is that?" Mark coughs.

"This? This will make you weaker. Break you down for the next couple of days and then, on another close by day will take full effect on you. Then I'll finally get what I want."

"GET AWAY FROM HIM!!" Schneeplestein only takes one look at me, but I know he's smiling under his mask. Mocking me, insulting. Laughing. At me.

I jump as he suddenly swings the full needle, right into Mark's neck.

The scream I hear from Mark is unlike any other: genuine pain.

I look away as tears sting my eyes. I can't watch this!

"There, we are done! How do you feel Mark?"

Mark doesn't properly answer. His head remains down and he is currently choking and gagging on whatever was put into his system. It disgusts me...

"He's not well! You're a doctor, you have to help him!" I exclaim.

But Schneeplestein doesn't answer, specifically, he ignores me.

"THIS ISN"T WHAT SCHNEEPLESTEIN WOULD DO!! YOU HAVE TO FIX THIS!! YOU'RE BETTER THAN THIS!!" Schneeplestein turns his head to me, glaring.

I try and block out the struggling Mark is going through, but I don't want to either.

"He's struggling to BREATHE!! Do something!!"

"What? I don't know what to do!"

He walks around to the back of the chair and I feel the hair on my arms stand on end with his words.

"But it's better if you don't watch this at all, so maybe you should rest."

Before I can answer, I feel a sharp pain, stab into my neck. I yelp and I begin to feel drowsy when I realize what he's done. Fighting to stay awake, I fail miserably as I feel myself slip into unconsciousness.