He drooled at the sight of the food. Good, maybe he was going to choke himself on it. You hope that will happen. He started eating and you just stood there. It was pretty uncomfortable. He ate with his bare hand. He spilled some too. Maybe you made it too tasty. Curse your good cooking skills. He suddenly looked at you from the corner of his eye.

You scratched your forehead. But then a blue light covered you and you and you flew towards him. You wished you had magic. Then you could fight him. And of course, you were sitting between his legs again. You wanted to leave but you couldn't move. He kept eating but with his free hand he held your waist. You were probably never going to see the sun again.

You were snapped back to reality as he pushed some cookies through his mouth and swallowing it. Wasn't he full?. And why hasn't he stopped?. He's definitely going to be sick. "Can I go to the bathroom?" You asked innocently. You saw him raising a brow. "Please, I really need to go" you begged. You gave him your best look. He let go of you. It worked. But he stood up and grabbed your arm and led you to the bathroom. As you walked in and wanted to close the door he held it open. "Nope I need to watch" he said. You crossed your arms. "Come on where's the privacy?" You said stomping your foot. He laughed as he leaned closer. "There isn't any" he said. Your heart stopped. You slammed the door in his face. "Just give me a minute" you said. You waited. And nothing happened. So you did your thing in peace.

But you absolutely didn't want to go through that door. He was probably standing there, waiting for you. Ugh. You should seduce him and grab your pocket knife back. Yeah you should do that. You opened the door. Peeking with your head out. He wasn't there. Good. "You done?" You jumped up high. "Y-yes" you slapped your head in your mind. You shouldn't stutter. But whatever. He grabbed your arm again. You looked down. He was definitely going to kill you. He sat back down. "Now were where we?" He asked. Before he could do something you hit him in the face with your elbow. You ran back upstairs. You could hear him groan. Checking every room this house had. But none had a window. What was wrong with his house?!. "Come on, why did you do that" suddenly sans said from behind. You screamed as you tried to run. But sans grabbed you, wrapping his arms around your middle as he lifted you up. You began to fight and kick but it wouldn't budge. "You're a real fighter huh?" Sans said. 

"Let go of me!" You said. You then felt something lock around your neck. Huh?. You looked down. Suddenly another click. You lifted your arms up. There was a collar and handcuffs around your wrists. They were connected and had a magically blue color. "That's what happens when you hit me" and boi you wished you could do it again. "There you go" he said as he threw you back onto the couch as he loomed over you.

Your soul left you body.

Now was your chance. You moved your hand into his pocket grabbing the knife and placing it behind your dress, covering it. And he didn't even noticed it. Great. After that you pulled away. Now you needed to find a escape. You had your weapon back. "You think I didn't notice you grabbing the knife?" Shit. He good. To good. "Uhh what knife?" You said sweating. If he wasn't laying on you, you would run a thousand times around the couch crying. "The knife here" sans lifted himself a bit up and lifted up your dress. Revealing the knife. Grabbing the knife making a small cut on your skin. "Ouch" you said.

As he pulled away. He laughed as he sat back up. Holding you with one arm towards him. "It's getting late. How about we go upstairs?".

And all your last hope disappeard.

"Hello darkness my old friend"

Yay you plan didn't work. Good for you- I mean him.
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