#mellfunctions

“Won’t you just listen to me? I promise, i can give you anything you want.” The Squip whispered to him, voice honey-sweet. But micheal wasn’t fooled. He could see the tension in its projected body, could hear the anger and frustration in its voice, hidden behind that artificial seduction, and he shook his head. “Fuck. Off. I’ll only say it so many times.” He bit out, not missing the way it glitched in his vision, “Micheal, i’m not entirely sure you understand what I’m offering here! Anything in the world- anyone in the world! You want Jeremy? You can have him.” That got a reaction from Micheal, who’s eyes lit up with a fury the Squip had only seen in him once before, “you don’t get to talk about Jeremy after what you did.” It laughed, “oh Micheal, you don’t know the half of it.” Then it was touching him. A hand on his face, tilting it up, brown eyes meeting blue, and it smiled.

“You’re cute, Micheal.” And it kissed him. He tried to push back, and was shocked, which pulled a gasp from him and allowed it room to shove its tongue inside of his mouth. He was scared, and disgusted, and in his panic he threw himself off the beanbag chair he had previously been sitting on, onto the floor. That bought him time. “Wh- WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU??” He spat out, heart racing as he panicked. Sweat dripped down his neck as it dusted itself off and kneeled over him, “you look better like this. Jeremy might’ve been able to pull off the dominant look, but you seem better as the submissive.” It pinned his hands down smoothly, and in the long silence that followed, Micheal heard the distinct sound of the air conditioning kicking in. He was stuck, underneath someone- no, something, far more powerful and malicious than he could imagine. He felt sick, fuck, he felt like he was going to die. One cold hand left his own and traveled down, caressing his round arms and shoulders, and moving down to his side until it reached the hem of his hoodie, which it then began to push up, up over his stomach. Fuck he was hard. He let out a little whimper of fear, and the Squip chuckled at that. “Don’t worry baby, i’ll take good care of you, hm?” It said, and its hand reached up to grope at his chest, crushing the bud of one nipple between two fingers. Micheal let out a squeak at that and tears pooled in his eyes. What the hell was wrong with him? After a brief moment, it’s hand moved downwards, to Micheals waistband, and that scared him so much he began to thrash in place, desperate to escape his terrifying situation. But he couldn’t move.

No matter how hard he tried his body wouldn’t obey him, and he was stuck, as the Squip did what it wanted with him. He started to cry. Sobs wracked his body as his jeans were pulled down to his knees, the Squip silent above him. Almost methodical in its violation of him. There was nothing he could do. “Hey, c’mon, what’re you crying for? I’m gonna make you feel good, Micheal.” The Squip said, managing to almost sound genuine, even as it palmed him through his boxers. He let out a loud moan, and then- he came in his pants. With the humiliation of that, he gagged, and choked on the saliva gathering inside his mouth. His head whipped to the side and he coughed, hard, as drool began to roll down his cheek, he continued to wheeze, and the Squip stayed above him, quiet and patient as he practically hacked up a lung onto the carpet underneath him. “Are you done yet?” It said, calmly, and he sobbed, his face covered in tears and snot and saliva. He was disgusting. No wonder Jeremy left him behind. He was getting assaulted, and he wasn’t even trying to fight back, he was just laying here, covered in his own bodily fluids. He was pathetic. It hummed quietly above him, and before he knew what was happening, it was wiping his face with it’s sleeve, surprisingly gentle in comparison to its previously rough treatment, “this clearly isn’t having the effect i wanted it to. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” Micheal blinked, surprised at the changed in demeanor as the Squip stood up, looming above him for a moment. When he didn’t make any move to get off the floor, it sighed, and moved around to pick him up under the armpits with surprising strength. How did it even do that, if it supposedly inside his head? Naturally, it didn’t answer him, but it gently supported him. The Squip lead him somewhere, and he didn’t resist, despite not knowing where it was taking him.

The answer became obvious soon enough though, as he was guided to his own bathroom. He refused to look in the mirror, and the Squip didn’t seem to care, instead, gesturing for him to turn on the water. He did so, mindlessly obeying whatever it seemed to want in his exhaustion, which was probably a bad idea. He let it pull his hoodie over his head anyways, then his shirt. When it moved to his boxers, he flinched away, and it paused. “You can keep them on, but it might be uncomfortable to get them wet.” The Squip says matter-of-factly, like he hadn’t been groping Micheal through those boxers barely two minutes ago. Like they weren’t soaked through with his own cum already. Hands trembling, he slides them down to his ankles, and pulls them off his feet. He leaves them on the tiled floor. Then, the bath. Steam rises up like little clouds, and should make it hard to see, but the Squip is perfectly visible. It tilts its head at him, and he looks down, embarrassed, before getting into the tub. The water is way too hot. It stings his skin with a searing cold-burn pain, but he just ignores it. He deserves a little pain. At the very least. He sits down in it, ignoring the way goosebumps line his arms and the back of his neck. He jumps- turning to see that the Squip turned the water on again. Cold this time. “You shouldn’t bathe in water thats too hot, it’ll give you a rash. Colder water is really best, but warm will be more comforting.” Comforting huh? After everything it did, it wanted to comfort him? That was weird, but Micheal wasn’t exactly in a position to resist. “I’m sorry I hurt you earlier, Micheal.” It said, and Micheal flinched. It was sorry? Sure, he wasn’t that easily fooled, “i did genuinely believe you would enjoy it, but i can see i caused you more distress than pleasure.” He curled his arms tighter around his knees as the cold water cooled the bath down to a pleasant warmth. This was… nice. It shouldn’t be nice. Less than five minutes ago this guy was trying to rape him, and now it was, what, drawing him a bath? Apologizing ? He felt something cold on his back and nearly screamed, “calm down, i’m just washing your back.” The Squip said, and Micheal shivered. He turned around, and sure enough, there was the Squip, fully clothed in his bath, washing his back.