Bendy's POV:

I led (Y/n) through the winding halls of the workshop, ignoring her hisses of agony. I rolled my eyes and took her back into the Pentagram Room, pointing to the star shaped drawing on the floor. Since I was allowing her to go in the middle of the area, the ground didn't start to shake when she approached it.

"Sit. I think there's something I can do to clean you up," I ordered her, watching as she plunked herself down in the center of the ritual area. I then turned away, muttering things in a different language. "Nal puch kiranann korilath jistrathar!" After I was done reciting the spell, I turned to see (Y/n) all clean, with no ink on or in her whatsoever.

"How?" She breathed, looking at her arms. I shrugged.

"I'm a demon, darling. It's what I do. Now, you wanted to die, right?"

"N-no, why--"

"Well then why are you wasting my time?!" I barked. "How come you were ready to die in that stupid ink flood, but you're not ready to do so now!? I don't understand!"

"I don't want to die!" (Y/n) sobbed. "I want to live, but I don't want to be around you!"

I glared at the shivering naked girl in front of me, showing no sympathy whatsoever. I felt something stirring inside of me, something I didn't recognize. Whatever it was, I knew it wasn't hate.

Shaking my head, I tried to retrieve the enmity I had for the woman in front of me. When this didn't work, I tried acting stoical. This worked much better for me.

"Whatever," I growled, turning away from (Y/n). "I'll go get you something to wear."

I exited the room and barred the door behind me. I didn't need a human escaping my clutches, that would just be humiliating.

I passed the room where Boris was experimented on, and shuddered. Tears pricked at my eyes, that was one of the only things that could make me cry. Frustrated, I blinked back my tears and went to fetch something for the female in the building.

Where would I find clothes? It's not like anyone has been here in a while, except Henry of course. Then again, I don't want to deal with his smelly clothes. They're not fit for a lady, especially since they'd make me go crazy with the dirt.

As rankled as I may seem, one of the few things that makes me go berserk is cleanliness. Ugh, I hate it when people don't look professional!

I felt something touch my shoe and I looked down. Miraculously, there was a blouse and shorts at my feet. I didn't know how they got there, but it didn't matter. I bent and picked up the clothes, heading back to the locked Pentagram room. I opened the door once more to find a shaking (Y/n) in the corner of the room. She didn't bother to look up as the door opened, which left me confused. Either way, I dropped the clothes on the floor.

"This is what I have," I growled. "I"ll give you your privacy."

I turned away before hearing a sly snicker from (Y/n). "Gee, good to know you respect a woman only after she takes her clothes off."

I wheeled back to her, stomping to her hunched form. I gave her a furious glare and she cowered again. "How dare you make me out to be some... some womanizer!" I yelled. "I was kind enough to spare your life, but that doesn't come without a price!"

"W-which is?" (Y/n) squirmed as I grabbed her wrist.

"That you listen to me," I sneered, digging my fingers into her skin. She screamed helplessly before I eventually let go.

"You... you abuser! Monster! Villain!" (Y/n) shrieked, scooting away from me.

"Tch," I turned away from her. "As if I care."

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I know, this chapter was short. Don't worry, more is coming soon! I just thought that when Bendy said this, it would be an awesome end to a chapter. So I used it!
Anyways, thank you all for reading my book! I really appreciate it!
And now, like always...
I love you all!
-LovesitGirl out! <3
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