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☃️Baby it's Cold Outside☃️ :: Pages 98-102
Published: July 1st 2025, 3:39:39 am
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….Frisk’s shaking intensified and she could only watch as he brought her hands up to his sharp smile and pressed them to this mouth.
He’s kissing my hands, Frisk thought with horrified fascination. And she actually could feel a sort of warmth coming from his mouth and with a shuddering gasp she pulled her hands away from his gentle grasp and put them behind her back, clasping them together.
She glared at him, hoping her stare wasn’t overshadowed by the tears that would fall at any moment.
“How...how can you not expect me to be scared of you?” she blurted out not caring how weak she looked to him. The amusement in his sockets returned and the red lights glowed even brighter with pleasure.
She knew she should stop talking. She knew there was no way to convince him and at this point she was just going to end up crying in front of him but….but what else could she do? Take it? Give up?
“You put this collar around my neck, you can hear my thoughts and whisper things into my mind...if I don’t listen to you, I get shocked. How is that not scary?! Why shouldn’t I be terrified? I’m not your lady. You want me to be your fucking pet and I am not going to play fetch for you!”
And with that Frisk pushed her chair back, wanting to get away from him and that cold and proud grin on his face. She knew she couldn’t get far, not with her collar and Sans’ incredible ability to appear at anyplace just by thinking but...but….but still….even if it were just for a few seconds where she didn’t have to see him, the consequences would be worth it.
Unfortunately and predictably Sans knew what Frisk was trying to do and was ready. He easily stopped her by putting his hands on the armrests of her chair, effectively blocking her in.
“Nooo…”she wailed and pathetically tried to move one of his bulky arms out of her way. “Just let me go Sans. Just leave me alone, please!”
The skeleton laughed, not loudly but the light-heartedness of it made Frisk sent a chilling shiver down her spine. He was acted like this whole situation wasn’t a big deal. And maybe for him it wasn’t.
His voice was softer and warm as he spoke in a soothing tone, one of his hands reaching up to gently pinch her chin between his thumb and index finger.
“Now don’t blow this out of portion. It won’t be so bad, dollface. If ya just...take my suggestions every now and then I know you and me can be happy. Just give it some time, baby. I promise you’ll be happy, happier than you ever been if you just…” he had paused, chuckling a little before he finished his sentence. “... just go wit’ the flow. Just relax and let me do all the work. Let me take care of ya.”
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….Frisk’s shaking intensified and she could only watch as he brought her hands up to his sharp smile and pressed them to this mouth.
He’s kissing my hands, Frisk thought with horrified fascination. And she actually could feel a sort of warmth coming from his mouth and with a shuddering gasp she pulled her hands away from his gentle grasp and put them behind her back, clasping them together.
She glared at him, hoping her stare wasn’t overshadowed by the tears that would fall at any moment.
“How...how can you not expect me to be scared of you?” she blurted out not caring how weak she looked to him. The amusement in his sockets returned and the red lights glowed even brighter with pleasure.
She knew she should stop talking. She knew there was no way to convince him and at this point she was just going to end up crying in front of him but….but what else could she do? Take it? Give up?
“You put this collar around my neck, you can hear my thoughts and whisper things into my mind...if I don’t listen to you, I get shocked. How is that not scary?! Why shouldn’t I be terrified? I’m not your lady. You want me to be your fucking pet and I am not going to play fetch for you!”
And with that Frisk pushed her chair back, wanting to get away from him and that cold and proud grin on his face. She knew she couldn’t get far, not with her collar and Sans’ incredible ability to appear at anyplace just by thinking but...but….but still….even if it were just for a few seconds where she didn’t have to see him, the consequences would be worth it.
Unfortunately and predictably Sans knew what Frisk was trying to do and was ready. He easily stopped her by putting his hands on the armrests of her chair, effectively blocking her in.
“Nooo…”she wailed and pathetically tried to move one of his bulky arms out of her way. “Just let me go Sans. Just leave me alone, please!”
The skeleton laughed, not loudly but the light-heartedness of it made Frisk sent a chilling shiver down her spine. He was acted like this whole situation wasn’t a big deal. And maybe for him it wasn’t.
His voice was softer and warm as he spoke in a soothing tone, one of his hands reaching up to gently pinch her chin between his thumb and index finger.
“Now don’t blow this out of portion. It won’t be so bad, dollface. If ya just...take my suggestions every now and then I know you and me can be happy. Just give it some time, baby. I promise you’ll be happy, happier than you ever been if you just…” he had paused, chuckling a little before he finished his sentence. “... just go wit’ the flow. Just relax and let me do all the work. Let me take care of ya.”