#maskedasks

[chasing-bandages]

“….bitch.”

He wiped his cheek in an attempt to wipe away the pain, the sting still present but subduing slightly

What he would do to just…sink his teeth into her.

…

At least she didn’t draw blood…

…

He stood there for a moment, mildly disgusted with the encounter, but also minorly concerned by his own thoughts instantly going to playing dirty and biting.

…

Thats something for him to ponder over later, for now he needs to find Chase. He intentionally was more silent than before as he scouted, last thing he needed was whoever the fuck that was attacking him again

*... Chase moves a bit further away. His feet don't touch the ground.*

[chasing-bandages]

Here we go again

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Bi/Demiromantic (he doesn't know it yet though)

Asks: #maskedasks

Rp: #cuttothechase

Mod: #modstar

Chase talks like this

!!!Note! Chase does not yet have a scythe unfortunately.... he'd very much appreciate if you gave him one tho. (Not saying thats a good idea by any means but wtv)

[chasing-bandages]

…

“Sigh.”

*At least the house is quiet once again.*

[chasing-bandages]

“Because prisses can’t torture their kids with knives. They have to drag us around like dogs and ignore our existences. Bruises means child protective services.”

THAT'S STILL NOT FUCKING TORTURE!!!!

And y'know fucking what? I'd rather be dragged like a dog than EVER tortured again. I'd rather go to jail killing a piece of shit then getting locked in a basement. I'd rather fucking ANYTHING!!!!

So don't fucking TELL me that your dad will kill me as if he's able to do ANYTHING that matters, and as if I CAN'T TAKE IT. 'Cause y'know what?! At least all he'd do is KILL ME or leave me in the woods!!! At least it wouldn't go on for HOURS!!! AT LEAST HE WOULDN'T CUT SO CAREFULLY THAT I WOULD STILL BE ALIVE UNTIL THE VERY DAMN END!!! I WOULD RATHER DIE!!! AND Y'KNOW I THINK I WISH I DID!!!

*The final scream echoing through the house, Chase yells out once more as his hands, palms now sticky with blood, clench handfuls of his hair as he practically runs out of the house, too angry to spend a single second longer in this conversation or even look at Shiver.*

[chasing-bandages]

”I mean, some parents would consider locking their kid in her room for two days and forgetting to feed her as punishment.”

That's NEGLECT, not fucking TORTURE!!!! How do even I know that?!?!?!

[chasing-bandages]

“Depends on what you consider torture.”

His face is reflected in her blank eyes.

What the fuck do you think I mean when talking about torture?!?!?! It's TORTURE, is what it is!!!

*His head begins twitching and ticcing to his left, finger knuckles jumping through the tightness of his fist.*

[chasing-bandages]

Shiver just shakes her head in defeat.

“None of that matters. He’d pay someone else to kill you before you could even get close to him. And even if you could, by some miracle, manage to not die, you’d be in jail for homicide for the rest of your days. You can’t fight someone who controls everything.”

*His knuckles are white. He doesn't even realize how hard they're clenched.*

.... would he torture you.

*Chase stands, staring down at Shiver wide eyed. Any friendliness from before is gone. He looks at her like she's a completely different person.*

Not abuse. Not punishment. Would he torture you.

[chasing-bandages]

“He killed his own son. He’d kill you.”

*... something in Chase seems to snap.*

You fuckin' doubting me?? What, would he use a gun?? Brass knuckles?! A knife?!?! Bare hands??? I can disarm that shit EASILY. I grew up where people died every day from each other, not some fucking priss-ass mansion where the spoiled old man doesn't have any REAL experience in fighting. Pull a gun? Stick the bullet in his brain. Brass knuckles?? You break his wrist first. Knife??? Two play at that game. And fucking what then, bare hands? I will bite his fucking fingers off like a CARROT!!!!

He can fucking try all he wants to kill me. I am NOT that easy to kill, and I never will be. Stop tryna scare me.