AntiXReader| what're you doing to me?

Part 6: Torturous

Anti's pov:
I grip around their waist and lift them with ease, taking them to the bedroom where an open wood floor leads to a silk covered bed against the far wall. After arranging things this morning and thinking on past events, I feel as tho I've perfectly figured them out, and am ready to have some fun. Sitting them on their knees on the bed, I give a quick "stay" as I leave back into the kitchen grabbing a pair of shackles from the table, as well as wheeling the table along behind me. Entering the room again, I raise the shackles and turn to them, watching their body language as I walk closer. They stay on their knees and lean forward onto their hands, raising their head up to me as I kneel down in front of them, looking into their eyes. Keeping a poker face I bring a hand up to theirs and brush a thumb along their cheek where I sliced. With the other hand, I bring a cuff around their wrist, clicking it into place just loose enough for circulation. They wince at the cold and I shush them, clicking a second cuff around their other wrist.
I stand slowly placing a hand against their chest pushing them back against the wall, straddling their lap. I take a wrist at a time and attach the cuffs to the hooks above the bed, leaving y/n now completely defenseless. I keep both hands on either side of their head and lean in—cheek to cheek, brushing my lips against their jaw.
"Are you gonna be good?" I whisper gruffly and deep.
"I'll be whatever you want." They say with a chuckle.
With that I bite their ear lobe and tangle a hand in their hair, pulling hard. They whimper beneath me and I can't help but laugh with joy.
"The show is only just starting, y/n."
I say leaning away, leaving them wanting more. The look of need on their face is so damn telling.
"I figured you out, little one. You may have hid your fear, but you could never hide your desires."
As I talk, I keep one hand in their hair as the other strokes their lips and runs up and down their neck.
"You make it so obvious how badly you crave being bound and tortured. You just can't get enough."
My free hand meets their throat squeezing slightly, and digging my nails in. They shut their eyes and bite their lip, pulling themselves closer to me as much as they can while held back.
"I suppose that means you're gonna stop then huh? Isn't that the torture?"
They sputter through soft breaths smiling.
"Oh where's the fun in that?"
Their eyes rocket back to mine almost in fear as I pull the blade from my belt and grab their shirt, slicing downward and ripping it the rest of the way, exposing their chest and stomach. I take the freshly sharpened dagger and drag it down their mid section, making them writhe in pain, but they're still smiling. I then slice a line horizontally across their ribs.
I run my hands down them, drawing the blood downward and cover my hand in it. I shove my thumb into their mouth, still covered in their blood, and hold their face by the cheek, slapping them hard. They gasp, biting down on my thumb with their incisors; it pierces the skin and I groan feeling them shiver beneath me. Removing my thumb, I place two fingers onto their tongue pushing back. They gag and suck lightly on them, licking a round my fingers like a lollipop.
They look up into my eyes and I melt into a puddle of soft sadism, excitedly standing from their lap leaving them whining. I stand feet on the bed beginning to unchain the shackles, y/n brings their mouth to my leg and slowly bites my thigh through my jeans. I finish undoing the cuffs and slap them again to release their teeth, allowing myself to back away and step off the bed. I take in the sight, reveling in the mess they are. Their shirt torn to shreds over their heavy breathing; their skinny jeans and dirty socks still in tact, but loosening with every shift they make. Now that the shackles are freed, y/n sits up and runs their fingers through their hair, shaking out sweaty curls.
"No longer afraid, are we?" I tease
"Are you really sure I ever was?"
"You can cut the act, y/n. You let it out a few times, the true trembling you felt up to this point."
"Wish I could say I was still hiding. Maybe you lost an edge." They claim with a smirk, standing up from the sheets.
"You are aware you still don't know me, y/n. You have no clue what I'm capable of in reality." I step forward gesturing to myself. While my morality for y/n still confuses me, I feel a need to show myself for what I truly am.
They giggle, as if I were telling a small joke.
"What you're capable of, Anti? As far as I'm concerned that's a good slap. The end." They step within inches.
"Of course you are right, I don't know you or anything else you're "capable" of. So why don't you buck up and show me before I assume you're a simple demon looking to appear godlike, and failing at it." With the last hiss of a word they throw at me, I grab their head, leaning down and pulling it to mine so our foreheads meet.
"Grab my arms so you don't fall." I warn, and I share the visual ideals of my powers.

Y/n pov:
I stand weakly holding onto Anti as he gets a grip on my temples. "What could you possibly be d-" I was cut off with a high pitch screech filling my head. I close my eyes and squeeze his arms as the room is filled with similar sounds. They blare and vibrate the floor beneath us. Opening my eyes once again I look at Anti, who now has those black soulless eyes looking back at me. The air is thick and a green smog fills the room. I try to look around but he holds my head still, taking his nails and digging into my temples; images begin flashing through my mind like a movie. Destruction, damnation, murder, all kinds of bloodshed and evil. I want to scream but I'm interrupted by glitches. Spikes of color what seem like a broken video game flash around the room and through my vision. I meet his gaze again and they fill his eyes. His whole body appears to be a hologram as I can see his figure shift and break apart. I begin to scream. I don't want to see anymore.
"Ok ok! Please stop!" I stomp the ground beginning to cry.
All at once my sight returns to normal. No more murderous visions, no more glitches, no more black eyes. Anti looks at me sympathetically with his blue eyes and wipes away a tear on my cheek, fully letting go of my head.
"It's okay-" he starts,
"No it's not! What the fuck was that?"
"That was the best way I could manifest my abilities without actually using any of it." He explains
I pant deeply trying to regain my bearings.
"So what are you exactly?" I ask bringing a hand to his face, staring at him inquisitively.
"Well, basically, imagine like the red ring of death on an Xbox, but in human form. Some kind of virus or crash, but in your reality instead of a machine." I back away, astounded at the explanation.
"That's the worst thing I've ever heard; you're telling me earth has a fucking virus? What, did we download too much porn?" I yell, clearly shaken but still trying to make light of the situation. Anti chuckles and shakes his head.
"That's not exactly how it works I suppose. It's not like I created some kind of matrix, that's just the best way to describe my being; My non-physical form."
I think for a minute about the experience we just had, and about what he was, putting two and two together.
"So," I start, walking toward him again, "are there any, you know, fun things you can do with your abilities?" I say with a smirk looking him in the eyes. He smiles back, and blinks his blue eyes away.
"Glad you asked."
With that he raises his arm and lifts me off the ground at least three feet, without touching me. I fly back against the wall ,being held in place by nothing. The walls start to vibrate and chains from the other room come rushing through the door and wrapping themselves around my wrists and ankles.  Anti brings his arm down and I feel gravity take over again as the chains dig into my legs and hands.
He walks up to me smiling with a strut in his walk.
With a snap of his fingers the door slams shut and all light except for the one above me go black.
"I guess now the fun can really begin."