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☃️Baby it's Cold Outside☃️ :: Pages 88-92
Published: May 1st 2025, 7:40:10 am
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Sans happily showed her just how much control he had the very same day he put the collar around her neck. And it didn't even involve fucking her into the mattress.
Not that she was complaining by any means, it’s just that from the first time Sans and her met, he didn’t exactly hide the fact he...wanted her, but to Frisk’s surprise he didn’t fuck her against her will on that icy night after he teleported her home.
No, his first show of power was forcing her to sit down at the table with him and eat the dinner he cooked. And while she didn’t know what a skeleton ate exactly, she didn’t expect him to cook...hot dogs. Yeah, hot dogs.
If the situation weren’t so terrifying, she would have wondered why he cooked hot dogs, and Frisk had to give it to Sans, they weren’t half-bad. In fact they were pretty damn good. But they would have been better if he didn’t blatantly order her to eat them and when she flatout refused, even calling him a very nasty name while she was at it, the good ol’ shock collar reminded her who was in charge.
The pain was just as awful as those first few times, and after she regained her composure, still amazed those terrible shocks didn’t leave any lingering symptoms of pain, aside from making her a little out of breath with a more tired body, Frisk begrudgingly started eating her meal.
And the conversations they had that first night were just a little one-sided. Frisk spent their entire first evening going through a mixture of violent emotions as she spoke to him.
First, with anger still boiling in her blood, she demanded that the skeleton take the collar off her. When Sans looked at her with an amused shine in his eyes, her anger became a bit more wild and just as she was about to stand up and hurl her plate of food at him she heard that little echoing voice inside her head calmly suggest that she sit down and relax NOW!
She was gonna ignore that voice too until just a tiny surge of something that wasn’t quite pain just yet hit the middle of her chest. No doubt a threat of what was to come if she didn’t obey and one look at the skeleton who was leaning in his chair, his face intensely watching her every move, told Frisk what would happen if she decided to keep standing.
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Sans happily showed her just how much control he had the very same day he put the collar around her neck. And it didn't even involve fucking her into the mattress.
Not that she was complaining by any means, it’s just that from the first time Sans and her met, he didn’t exactly hide the fact he...wanted her, but to Frisk’s surprise he didn’t fuck her against her will on that icy night after he teleported her home.
No, his first show of power was forcing her to sit down at the table with him and eat the dinner he cooked. And while she didn’t know what a skeleton ate exactly, she didn’t expect him to cook...hot dogs. Yeah, hot dogs.
If the situation weren’t so terrifying, she would have wondered why he cooked hot dogs, and Frisk had to give it to Sans, they weren’t half-bad. In fact they were pretty damn good. But they would have been better if he didn’t blatantly order her to eat them and when she flatout refused, even calling him a very nasty name while she was at it, the good ol’ shock collar reminded her who was in charge.
The pain was just as awful as those first few times, and after she regained her composure, still amazed those terrible shocks didn’t leave any lingering symptoms of pain, aside from making her a little out of breath with a more tired body, Frisk begrudgingly started eating her meal.
And the conversations they had that first night were just a little one-sided. Frisk spent their entire first evening going through a mixture of violent emotions as she spoke to him.
First, with anger still boiling in her blood, she demanded that the skeleton take the collar off her. When Sans looked at her with an amused shine in his eyes, her anger became a bit more wild and just as she was about to stand up and hurl her plate of food at him she heard that little echoing voice inside her head calmly suggest that she sit down and relax NOW!
She was gonna ignore that voice too until just a tiny surge of something that wasn’t quite pain just yet hit the middle of her chest. No doubt a threat of what was to come if she didn’t obey and one look at the skeleton who was leaning in his chair, his face intensely watching her every move, told Frisk what would happen if she decided to keep standing.