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Chapter 2
I want to go home....I hate it here, was all Dipper could think of as he sat next to Bill inside his large high-end suburban style house. The young golden haired adult seemed to be having the time of his life and was clearly very pleased with his new acquisition. The party was only getting started.
The large black leather couch the two of them were lounging on felt very soft and extremely comfortable, the spot giving the two of them a broad view of the living room, the stairs that led upstairs and the kitchen where most of the booze was kept.
It was so hard to believe that Bill was living all alone in such a large and beautiful house. The décor had art deco feel to it and Dipper couldn't help but feel extremely out of place.
Bill looked completely relaxed and seemed to be enjoying his time as the king of the party immensely. The black couch was his throne and Dipper had been given the honor to join him. The handsome college student had made sure the younger boy wouldn't be going anywhere unless he allowed it. He kept the teen close, his long arm placed around the Pine's boys shoulders to press him against his tall and slim body rather tightly.
Dipper could feel his face heat up when he found himself focusing on just how warm and toned Bill's slim body felt to his touch. Anxiety was quickly worming its way into Dipper's heart, coiling painfully around his chest and making it hard to breathe; he hated to be this close to Bill who only bullied him and made his life miserable.
Bill's large house was packed with college students who all looked like they were having great time. The music was loud and made it impossible for Dipper to hear anyone but his captor clearly. The young boy swallowed as he watched the countless college students who were either dancing or hanging around drinking and talking to one another; they all looked popular, either by looks or grades, or like in Bill's case, both. Cipher really had it all and got pretty much special treatment from everyone.
Why am I here, why must Bill torment me like this? Dipper thought and glanced at the window behind him somewhat longingly, only to see the bag of chips he had bought earlier torn apart and some drunken guy eating them like a wild animal, albeit, the motor skills were more akin to a zombie.
I am not turning out like that, Dipper promised himself as he turned his attention back to the party. The only people he recognized among the sea of people were Bill's friends who were all chatting and drinking with the other guests. It wasn't really surprising he didn't know anyone considering he was 4-6 years younger than most participants. Most looked like proper adults already and were baffled by Dipper's presence.
Getting snatched by Bill and having to stay inside his house in a party with only strangers among him made Dipper feel anxious and uncomfortable.
To most of his classmates, getting to participate in one of Cipher's parties would have been a dream come true, but to him, it was pure nightmare. Bill knew he was completely outside his comfort zone and made sure he wouldn't get to slip away. Dipper was his prisoner and pet, one he loved to tease and torment.
Dipper swallowed and tried to calm down in Bill's hold. There was something very wrong about Cipher by default yet the Pines boy couldn't quite put his finger on what it was exactly. He looked otherworldly perfect and handsome with his golden eyes and hair, yet the constant smile and friendly demeanor was outright unnerving, especially since he knew that underneath that mask lied a malicious and mean person. Now that Bill was intoxicated, the mask was getting some serious cracks on it, but no one else seemed to notice, or they just didn't care.
Why did I end up in this nightmare? Why did Bill have to choose me? What did I do to him? Dipper thought sadly. It really started to feel like there was not a moment of respite from bullying in his life. Even the rare weekend alone he had so looked forward to had been ruined by the damn lanky demon of a man. Though school offered haven from Bill, he faced isolation there and even Mabel couldn't do anything about it. I want to leave this whole city and get away from everything. It seemed that bullying got worse each passing year and took new forms. Social media could cause so much destruction.
At times he wished Bill was just another bully his sister could take care of...but unfortunately he was not. No one could do anything about the blond young man who was slowly worming his way into Dipper's everyday life, tightening his hold on the teen's psyche each passing day. The Pines boy couldn't shake off the feeling that Bill was following and observing him from afar but he had no proof. If he only knew how fixated the college student was with him, how obsessed he had become after their first encounter.
The atmosphere inside the large house was somehow dreamy, surreal and the movements of some young adults suggested that in addition to alcohol, other substances were used as well. Dipper swallowed and couldn't help but feel anxious and uneasy.
It was quite dark and hot inside and the Pines boy could feel his heart beat elevate when he saw how some of Bill's friends gave him rather amused and dark looks, clearly amused by his fearful behavior and eyes. Some of the other guests gave him glances that said, “what is that kid doing here?” but when they saw him basking in Bill's radiance, their contemptuous gazes turned into ones of pure envy, almost hate.
Great, now they dislike me too, Dipper thought hopelessly, hating how the older, beautiful and cool looking students seemed to dislike him already. Bill poisons everyone's opinion of me.
However, thankfully the majority of the guests ignored him completely, simply too drunk, high or preoccupied with their conversations or dancing to care about some middle school student Bill had snatched from the yard to tease and have fun with.
They think Bill is some sort of a king...but he is nothing but a common bully who hides behind friendly behavior and smiles, Dipper thought bitterly as he glanced at Bill who was staring at his expensive looking cellphone. Everyone loved him because he was perfect, popular, good looking and intelligent beyond any reason.
Just what on earth did I do to catch his eye? Dipper wondered and let out a small whimper when Bill absentmindedly tightened his hold around his captive's shoulders so that the teen was pressed even more tightly against his tall and lanky body. There are plenty of others like me... Dipper sighed and almost forgot to breathe due to the anxiety that gripped his heart.
The young adult had pulled out his cell phone and was scrolling down some social media site, scoffing at some selfie by a girl named Wendy Corduroy, down voting it to hell. The Pines boy saw the down votes increase quickly after Bill's vote and small comment, and as horrible as it sounded, in a way he felt better knowing he wasn't the only one who suffered because of Bill. It seemed like Bill decided who was popular and who was not. Those he disliked were bullied and tormented on social media.
While Cipher had not taken his cellphone or keys away, Dipper had a feeling he better not do anything stupid. Nothing really prevented him from just running out of the door and back home but...somehow he just couldn't. Bill's psychological grip on his mind was too strong.
“Umm...hey...Bill,” Dipper tried quietly now that he had been forced to sit there with the older boy for over an hour. It was 1 am already and he was getting very tired, the anxiety becoming almost unbearable. He just wanted to go home and watch over the house like he was supposed to, although he suspected his parents would be delighted to hear how he had been invited to a house party by the most beloved, handsome and popular student who was acting like an older brother to him. His family had grown rather worried about his isolation, even if they tried not to show it.
“Hmm?” Cipher let out and turned his unnaturally golden eyes to Dipper, looking almost as if he had for a moment forgotten the boy to be there. “What is it now Pine Tree?” he asked rather bluntly, his gaze fixated on Dipper's doe-eyes that couldn't hide the fear he was feeling. Cipher had a somewhat dreamy look in his eyes and the wicked, mocking smile on his face didn't promise anything good. He acted as if he owned the teen, like he was his accessory or toy.
At first Dipper had wondered if Bill was what he was because of his family's sudden deaths in the tragic car crash about a year ago, but...for some reason, he had a feeling that was not the case, that this was just the way Bill was; rotten to the core. He was handsome, charismatic, manipulative and utterly cruel. The house was void of any photos of Cipher's family and while one could argue that maybe they were too painful reminders to the young man, Dipper had a feeling Bill couldn't care less about his mother or father. Their deaths had not touched him in any manner.
For some reason Dipper found himself averting his gaze, not wanting to look into Bill's eyes that were so beautiful and exotic. He could easily lose himself into them for hours. How could someone so handsome and popular be so cruel and evil? To his knowledge, the college student didn't treat anyone else like this, acting all friendly in public but turning into a demon when they were in private.
“Can I go home now? It is a nice party and all, but I...I rather get going Bill, after all I'm supposed to watch over the house. I promised,” Dipper said and swallowed when Bill merely stared at him for a moment without blinking once. Somehow the sharp “click” sound of the phone shutting down felt rather foreboding. He had Bill's undivided attention now and it was absolutely terrifying. With this many people around, Bill couldn't be his true self but the friendly mask had some rather serious cracks on it already. Dipper knew he was sitting next to a beautiful monster.
“Oh Pine Tree, are you not enjoying your time here with us, with me??” Bill inquired and for a moment, Dipper could be sure his golden eyes flashed sinisterly in the dark. “Am I being a bad host? And here I thought we were really bonding...” the blond continued, making the boy whimper slightly when he felt the tall college student's fingers dig into his arm.
Is my mind playing tricks on me? I just want to go home and sleep...to forget all about this.
“No...no, that's not it I swear, I just want to get going and call it a night ok?” Dipper explained, almost pleaded. He had to look so pathetic, pleading Bill to let him go home when nothing really prevented him from running out of the door. “Please...”
Bill tilted his head slightly to the side as he stared Dipper long and hard. There was something dark behind those beautiful golden eyes...something malicious, sinister and possessive. It was as if Bill wanted to own everything about him, his mind, body and soul, to have him crawling on the floor before him, broken, his life devoted to him.
After a moment of staring and observing Dipper's expression, the small smile on Bill's lips turned malicious and smug. It was clear he was enjoying how uneasy he could make the boy feel.
“Why don't you have something to drink, Pine Tree? I'm sure that will calm you down a bit and help you relax, I just want you to have good time with me, we are friends after all. Remember how I said I wanted to spend more time with you? Well, this is a perfect opportunity for us to get to know each other, to really bond,” Bill said and cackled softly only to snap his fingers. Before Dipper could reply, the guy named “Teeth” (most likely named for his horrible teeth) had brought Bill an unopened can of a grape longdrink. It was amazing how the other student had noticed Bill's demand in the darkness and the deafeningly loud music.
It really feels like Bill is the king of this place, this sofa his throne...what does that make me? His royal pet monkey? Dipper thought and shook his head when Bill offered him the drink, not wanting to take the alcoholic beverage from the blond. He could see some guests eying him curiously and disapprovingly.
“I'm 15...I can't have that,” Dipper said quietly, his words making Bill cackle out loud, getting everyone's attention in the room much to Dipper's horror. The blond's cackling laugh was sharp and mocking, ringing loud and clear over the music.
“Oh come on Pine Tree! Stop being such a child! Plenty of kids your age get completely smashed each weekend one way or another. They steal from their parent's liqueur cabinets or buy it from someone older. Just how moronic and stupid can you be? It really amazes me, truly! No wonder no one wants to hang out with you, you are boring as hell...” Bill mocked and insulted Dipper, making the rest of the young adults snicker slightly.
I...I... Dipper thought helplessly, feeling ashamed, lonely and isolated. Am I some type of a freak who just can't make friends? What am I doing wrong?
Cipher leaned slightly downwards, whispering against Dipper's ear, “You are so clumsy, foolish and weird...No wonder you have no friends...other than me that is. But do not worry, I will always be there for you, no matter what happens.”
The promise made the young boy tremble slightly and he could see everyone laughing and pointing at him. He couldn't bear the idea of everyone disliking him. He realized that soon it wouldn't be just Bill bullying him but everyone. No one would want to be his friend and not even Mabel would not be there for him much longer. She was a shooting star, beautiful and perfect, yet she was flying away from him, the distance growing each passing day.
“You will never be free of me, I am the only one you have,” Bill continued and the brunette boy could feel his hot breath against his skin. “I am your only friend in this cruel, unfair and disgusting world. You will be left groveling in mud all alone and in despair while your sister will shine like a shooting star. Do you think your parents will let her be held back by someone like you?”
Dipper chewed his lower lip slightly and it felt like his self esteem had gained a huge blow; Bill's words had cut really deep and painfully.
He was never invited to anything while his sister was always a wanted guest, the one in limelight., loved and adored by everyone. Dipper couldn't recall when someone had last invited him to a birthday party or to just hang out. He was an outcast, ignored and disliked by everyone in his age group.
Am I defective somehow? Is there something wrong with me by default? Dipper found himself wondering. Cipher's small smile widened into a malevolent and smug smirk that made his golden eyes narrow when he saw the self doubt and anxiety in his prey's doe-eyes. Mentioning Mabel had really turned the knife in his wound.
Bill knew exactly what to say to hurt and make him feel miserable. The older student's abuse came in form of words and psychological hold that became tighter each passing week, yet somehow...underneath that all lied the threat of physical violence and though it seemed unlikely, for some reason Dipper had no problem believing that the handsome young adult would not shy away from it. If anything...he'd enjoy afflicting pain.
“Well yeah, but that doesn't mean I have to,” Dipper tried weakly, having managed to gather his will power to refuse the offer, making Bill stare at him with blank expression on his face, his golden eyes suddenly cold and the smile gone.
“Is that so? Do you enjoy being miserable all your life? I'm really starting to think you enjoy being all alone with no friends and acceptance from your peers,” Bill whispered, the look in his golden eyes dark and malevolent.
“Bill..I don't know...I don't want to let my family down...” Dipper said quietly, but the young adult merely sneered at him in demeaning manner.
“Come now Pine Tree, do you really want to be a joy kill in my party? I don't think that would do you any good,” the lanky blond whispered, glancing at his friends and guests who were all eying Dipper mockingly and with disgust. “I can make your life very, very unpleasant. Besides, when is the next time you'll ever get invited to anywhere? It is about time you learned what living a little means. Your sister seems to be invited to every party, maybe she doesn't hang out with you anymore because she knows you are no fun to have around.”
I don't want to think of Mabel, Dipper thought, Bill's words making him ponder the things that had gnawed at his soul for a while now. While she tried to be there for him, Mabel seemed more and more occupied with her new friends and she had even mentioned the possibility of dating someone at school to him, refusing to give the name of the boy of course. He was really losing his sister and it scared him.
“Fine! Give it to me,” Dipper almost snapped, feeling suddenly somewhat angry....not towards Bill, but towards his twin. He wanted something else to think about and Bill to stop talking about Mabel. The feeling lasted only for a fleeting moment and it left him pained and ashamed.
“Think of this as a new experience in a safe environment, a chance to try out something you've missed out on,“ the blond man chuckled and opened the large can, giving it to Dipper. “I won't let anything bad happen to you, I promise...”
“I'm going home after this,” Dipper stated, hoping that drinking one beverage would make the demon of a man leave him alone and let him just go. After this night, he'd always avoid Bill's home no matter what.
He brought the cold aluminum can to his lips and sipped the drink. It was sweet, surprisingly so, almost like soda which made it more drinkable.
“Well?” Cipher asked with a wide grin on his face as he eyed his little “prisoner” with rather sinister grin on his face.
“It tastes ok,....I guess, like soda,” Dipper replied and took another sip. “Thanks...”
Bill let out a soft and low chuckle and ruffled the Pines boy's soft brunette hair in rather playful manner, like an older sibling or a very good friend.
“Don't drink it too fast....it might get to your little head if you do,” he said as a friendly warning....as if he was going to look after Dipper, trying to be protective of him.
Minutes passed, one became five, five ten, ten twenty and so on. Dipper did his best to down the drink in healthy time, but...even the single drink was getting to him due to his lack of experience and small body. He just wanted to be done with it and get back home.
In his attempt to drink the sweet beverage quickly, he failed to see how Bill was eying him with a predatory look in his unnaturally golden eyes.
The young man was now lying on the sofa so that his long legs were in Dipper's lap, making sure he wasn't going anywhere. Cipher eyed the party somewhat bored now, as if the drunk and high people no longer offered any entertainment to him. He held a glass of whiskey in his hand, sipping it a tad absentmindedly as he listened to the music, glancing every now and then at the Pines boy.
The air was hot and the loud music made sure they couldn't hear any of the other guests properly, their voices drowned, turning into incomprehensible noise. Dipper hoped the blond would get himself drunk and disoriented, allowing him to sneak away, but unfortunately for him, Bill remained sharp and alert.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity to Dipper, he managed to finish the large can and was still quite well and relatively clearheaded.
“Hey Bill, thanks for the drink but I really should get going back home, I promised mom to look after the house,” the Pines boy said and tried to get up, but his captor merely shook his head disapprovingly and placed the half empty whiskey glass onto the low wooden table beside the couch.
“You do know plenty of students from your school would beat you up without a second thought if that meant they'd get to attend one of my parties? How dreadfully awful must your life be to not recognize it when you have a chance to experience something special. Here I am, trying to make you have great time and help you become more popular, but all you do is cry. How much of a burden must you be to your family... ” Bill chuckled malevolently as he eyed the boy who was getting tipsy already. “Your parents must be so worried about your future...you are clever and intelligent, but without any social skills you are pretty much doomed into a miserable existence. You are lucky I am here to look after you.”
The golden eyed young man smirked darkly when Dipper looked ashamed, feeling bad when some guests gave him disapproving looks, muttering “Ungrateful brat.”,“Who does he think he is?” or “I wish I was him.”
Is Bill really trying to make me feel better, to make me more liked? The tipsy boy wondered, glancing at the tall, lanky young man who was eying him dreamily. Dipper couldn't help but feel nervous because he saw something dark lie behind those golden eyes, something sinister and possessive. To him, it felt like Bill was a predator, waiting for a right moment to sink his teeth into his neck. He was not his friend.
“Here, have a cider, it is weaker,” Bill said and gave Dipper an already opened large can. “It isn't a long way to your home, surely you can have another. Live a little....I can walk you home afterwards,” the blond continued, grinning like a Cheshire cat, his gleaming eyes fixated on Dipper's doe eyes. “Try and be happy pine Tree, I promise your life will turn a round and everyone will know you were at my party...everyone will know your name if I want them to.”
Had the teen paid any attention to Bill a moment ago, he would have seen the young man add something powdery to the already opened drink.
“I...fine, just one more,” Dipper murmured after a moment of hesitation. He was getting really anxious and intimidated, not wanting to cross Bill who seemed to grow more and more malevolent and threatening. He took the drink and tasted it, unable to notice anything off about it. As Dipper slowly enjoyed his drink, he failed to notice how Bill watched him like a hawk, wanting to make sure he drank the drink to the very last drop.
“Good boy Pine Tree...I'm sure that you'll make lot of new friends here tonight...everyone will know your name.” Cipher whispered and the party continued on. The further the night proceeded and neared the early morning hours, the more chaotic, disoriented and nightmarish the world around Dipper became.
Dipper flinched when he heard something crash and shatter in the living room. Some guy had dropped a priceless glass vase, and the sound was soon followed by drunken shouting and roaring, yet Dipper couldn't make out any words. Apparently Bill had pointed at the guy and the blond's lackeys had removed the clumsy oaf.
Dipper tightened his hold on the cider can that had to be like third or fourth by now. Each time he finished a drink, Bill shoved another into his hands. He was starting to feel all dizzy and disoriented, his sense of touch, hearing and sight were getting all messed up. The lines started to get blurry and nothing made sense. Due to his lack of experience with alcohol, he had no idea if this was normal state to be in. He suspected no foul play.
“Bill...I...I would really like to go home now. I don't feel too good. My, my head is kinda spinning,” Dipper whispered and found himself grasping the red and black flannel shirt Bill had over his dark grey t-shirt. He probably looked like a scared kid. “Please...”
Dipper was resting against Bill, his head against the blond's chest and the college student had placed his long and slender arm protectively around his smaller form, keeping the teen close.
Bill's long and graceful fingers combed through Dipper's soft brunette hair and his golden eyes gleamed with possessiveness and sinister intent. He looked almost as if he knew more about Dipper than he possibly could have, things that had not happened in this reality.
“Here, this should make you feel much better,” Bill chuckled and grabbed a bottle of rum, pouring Dipper a shot. The drug mixed into the alcohol had rendered Dipper utterly defenseless and vulnerable, letting the blond young man do pretty much anything he wanted with him. Cipher was like a predator playing with its prey, enjoying and feeding off the misery and fear Dipper experienced. He was his perfect little pet and plaything, someone he was going to torment and own.
“Bill...no, please, you...you promised to take me home,” Dipper protested weakly, feeling like the world around him was turning into a kaleidoscope of gold and black. He was getting a bit teary eyed and really scared.
“Drink it now, you will feel much happier,” Bill chuckled, forcing the small glass into Dipper's hand, helping him to down the large rum shot quickly. The boy swallowed the drink and coughed few times, looking miserable.
“Now there is a good boy,” Bill chuckled softly and poured the brunette boy another drink. “You are having such a great time with me, right Pine Tree?” the blond purred and pulled the boy fully into his lap, putting his arms around him. “You are all mine, everything about you....your soul, mind and body,” the blond continued and nuzzled Dipper's head gently, his expression truly sinister and cruel.. “This place will be your home.”
Time passed and the world around the teen turned into kaleidoscope. His head was spinning and all the sounds felt distant and strange; nothing was clear anymore. The only anchor he had to the world was Bill's presence, his warm and tall body feeling comforting among the chaos. It was nearing 3 am, but Cipher still looked sharp, having stopped drinking a while ago to merely observe Dipper and pet him gently.
The Pines boy started to feel really scared, having lost the track of time ages ago. The music was loud but it felt somehow distant, turning into incomprehensible noise that served only to confuse Dipper whose senses were a mess thanks to the drug.
The few shot glasses on top of one another on the table gave some indication of how much he had drank, provoked by the other party goers and Bill who was in total control, pouring him another the moment the small glass was empty.
The Pines boy breathed slightly more heavily as fear and anxiety tightened their painful grips on his heart to the point it started to get hard to breathe. Bill held him protectively and his graceful and dexterous fingers combed through his thick brown hair in calming and affectionate manner, like the Pines boy was his pet he wanted to take care of.
Dipper found himself clinging to Bill's taller body, his hands grasping the blond's clothing. It was almost as if he was afraid Cipher was going to disappear and leave him all alone in the chaos. He knew Bill was not his friend, but as foolish as it was, he felt safe against Bill, even if he was not his friend, far from it in fact. Despite the loud music and the bass, he could feel Cipher's heart beat. It was steady and calm, slowly hypnotizing the young boy who had lost himself to the alcohol and drug.
I want to go home, Dipper thought fearfully and found himself closing his doe eyes for a moment, able to focus only on Bill's warmth and the embrace. In his drugged state, he didn't see Cipher smile at him maliciously as he caressed his still small body. “I will take good care of you Pine Tree. You will not escape from me anymore,” Bill whispered dreamily and loved the sight of the defenseless boy resting against his tall and slim body, holding onto him.
Dipper felt really strange and ill. His senses had degenerated into a total chaos and even forming proper sentences had started to become troublesome. His mind was lost in fog he couldn't find his way out of. All he was sure of was that he was resting against Bill who was caressing and petting him in a comforting manner.
The college student was sipping whiskey from an elegant glass and the bottle on the glass table with the rum glasses looked very expensive. The blond just lounged there on the sofa with his pet, enjoying the party that had started to lose some steam thanks to the guests being too wasted or high.
One rule existed, if your ass wasn't out of the house by the time the party ended, you'd never be invited again. Everyone obeyed Bill like obedient dogs, not wanting to get onto his bad side. Not being in Bill's favor meant isolation and relentless, cruel torment from peers. Cipher really was the worst kind of a bully, letting others do the dirty work while his reputation stayed pristine and perfect.
“Uh...Bill...” Dipper said weakly, starting to feel really, really ill.
Cipher lowered the glass from his lips and glanced at Dipper with his golden eyes that had now a tad disinterested look to them. However, the blond couldn't help but grin when he saw just how ashamed and fearful his little captive was. Dipper looked absolutely miserable.
“Could..could you help me to bathroom...I feel like I need to...”Dipper whimpered, almost cried. He looked like he needed to throw up. I want to go home this instant...please.
Bill's eyes looked almost wolfish in the dark, glowing ever so slightly and the sneer on his face was truly malevolent and contemptuous.
“Sheeesh, you can't even hold your alcohol? God you are miserable,” Bill said and laughed malevolently and before Dipper had time to react, the young adult took a firm hold of him and dragged him through the house, through the sea of young adults who seemed to jeer and laugh at him even if their voices were muffled and distant, their forms blurry.
The blond young man helped Dipper to a large bathroom and first thing Dipper did was open the toilet and vomit, again and again. He felt like he wanted to die.
“Oh, poor little Pine Tree, you look so scared and miserable....I can't quite get enough of it,” Bill cackled and locked the bathroom door before leaning against the wall to observe how his little prisoner suffered. To most people, the sounds and sight of someone vomiting would have been disgusting and made them feel ill, but to Cipher, the sight of the suffering boy was a show he enjoyed to his heart's content.
Tears of fear, despair and shame were trailing down Dipper's face as he sobbed quietly, trying to endure the horrible feeling. He felt absolutely humiliated, ashamed, disgusted and scared. Why had things turned out like this? Why was Cipher doing this to him?
Bill had grabbed a water bottle and offered it to Dipper when he stopped vomiting, but the boy refused to take it, slapping it away with his hand.
“No! I don't want anything from you, “ Dipper cried and sat against the wall, too weak to do anything. His head was spinning and even Bill's voice had started to become distant.
“Fine,” Bill said with a cackled and just watched the drowsy child on the floor who was sobbing a bit, too weak and dizzy to get up. For a moment, Bill just observed Dipper, enjoying the music that was muffled thanks to the walls. He wanted to bully and torment the boy more, to make him feel as miserable as possible, to destroy his self esteem completely.
“God you are a pathetic mess... no wonder no one wants to be friends with you. Absolutely disgusting,” Bill murmured sinisterly and Dipper coughed a bit, almost starting to hyperventilate due to the fear and anxiety. The slow affecting drug's effects had finally kicked in fully and Dipper started to lose his mind to the haze he didn't understand. The world spun and the boy started to slowly black out. The last words he could recall with any clarity before his memory cut were, “oh Pine Tree, I'm going to ruin your life. You'll never get away from me. You are mine.”
Bill laughed with his friends as they watched the videos the blond had taken on his phone. The amount of blackmail material they had managed to gather was truly astonishing. If Cipher wanted to, he could make Dipper the laughing stock of the school in an instant by uploading them on the Internet.
“Oh Bill, you are so mean to him, you could destroy that little idiot right now. Just imagine the messages he'd get on social media,” Pyronica giggled smugly and seemed to be enjoying the show immensely. Cipher along with his friends watched one of the videos the blond young man had taken of Dipper crawling around the house, completely wasted and drugged. He had looked like a fucking mess, whimpering and crying like a child before finally passing out in the living room.
The party goers had messed his face with a permanent marker and someone had even “accidentally” poured a drink on the kid. Of course, the possibility of someone accusing him of doing this to a minor existed, but all of the people he had invited were...well, on the crueler side. All of the other guests had left already, leaving Bill with just his friends and Dipper who lied passed out on the floor close to them.
“Are you going to upload these?” Teeth asked, but Bill just shrugged, pocketing the cellphone.
“Of course not, unless Pine Tree gives me a reason to. I'd love to ruin little the kid's reputation and life right now, but...I think I'd be a bad friend to him if I did that. We will have a small chat first and see how things go,” Cipher chuckled and looked rather devious. “Though I do have to admit the idea of seeing Pine Tree walk home all miserable and broken is rather tempting.”
“Heh, good thing to see you have found yourself a hobby, Cipher. Well I think we will get going as well. See you on Monday,” Pyronica said and she along with her friends were the last to leave.
Bill yawned loudly and stretched his long arms a bit. It was 4 am and he couldn't help but feel sleepy, even if he was young and had not drunk that much. The blond moved over to the Pines boy who had passed out on the floor thanks to the combination of too much alcohol and the pills the college student had crushed and put into his cider.
If he wanted to, he could destroy the boy's reputation right away, and even if Dipper accused him of doing this to him, no one would believe the idiot.
During the night, Cipher had made one of his friends film evidence of him “finding” Dipper at the party. He had acted all shocked to find Dipper passed out on the floor, carrying him protectively to the guest room to recover and clear his head. He had put on a perfect, protective and valiant act, treating Dipper almost like a little brother. No one would believe Pine Tree's word over his.
“I wish you could see how pathetic you look right now, Pine Tree,” Bill chuckled and took a quick photo of Dipper in his miserable state. “You are lucky I am here to look after you, to take care of you,” the tall young student continued and picked the unconscious boy onto his arms. He smiled darkly, knowing he had taken the first step to making Pine Tree his completely. He was not going to let the kid escape, no matter what.
“I wish you'd remember everything,” Cipher muttered quietly as he carried his little prey up the stairs. “I will make you remember,” he continued quietly, golden eyes fixated on Dipper's face. “Somehow...someday you will recall everything you did to me in Gravity Falls and then, the real fun will begin.”
Bill's foot steps echoed eerily inside the now quiet house as he carried Dipper through the short corridor and into the guest room.
“You are my golden ray of sunshine in this dull, dreary and abysmal new life,” Bill whispered with a small, dark smile on his lips. “You stumbled back into my life and I will not let you escape me again. You are all mine...my little puppet. ”
The blond college student placed his young prisoner gently onto the bed before pulling Dipper's alcohol drenched shirt over his head, placing it onto a nearby chair's back to dry.
When Cipher was sure his pet was sleeping soundly, he fetched cotton pads and nail polish Pyronica had forgotten during one visit. The cruel young adult hummed softly as he cleaned the boy's face gently from the permanent marker until it was all clean.
When he was done, the demon in human form tucked the boy in like a loving and caring parent would, letting the kid have a little bit of comfort before crushing his soul and self esteem completely in the morning.
The college student found himself lingering and for a moment he just sat there on the floor beside Dipper's sleeping form, staring at his childlike face.
Cipher found himself tracing his fingers along Dipper's forehead, following the dots before leaning in to press his forehead against the Pines boy's.
“Sleep well star child, this night was a start of something wonderful. You are all mine now and you will never be free of me, I promise.”