That day was the first time I cried since I had lost my emotions. 

“If I can unwind this string, you may be able to walk again,” I told him, no longer wanting to be alone with my thoughts. 

He didn’t respond, so he was either spacing out or sleeping. Or at least that was what I thought, but he responded after a moment of silence. 

“Should I be grateful? You’re the one who made me like this, so you should fix it.” 

“That’s not what I... nevermind.” 

I had no right to be upset with him. Not just because of what I did. But because he doesn’t know I am. He learned I was emotionless on that day, too. Which is another reason he hates me. Thinking that everything that happened between was an act. 

I could tell him that my emotions grew just for him. That, for anyone else, I am so used to having no emotions. I feel nothing towards them. I refused to risk him, though. He’s not a part of my contract with the Nightmare Master. 

So if he ever finds out about him. There is no doubt he will use him to get the upper hand. I will not let him do that. Pushing those thoughts from my mind, I focused on my task. When I placed my gaze back on the strings, I realized I had completely moved to a different section. 

I was so focused on my thoughts that I didn’t realize I had unwoven the string. I opened my mouth to tell him, but before I could. Someone grabbed a handful of my hair and jerked my head back. 

“Fractured? What are you doing?”

At least I assume it was him. With my head jerked back like it was, I couldn’t look around for his strings. I felt whoever it was crouch behind me. 

“What am I doing? Whatever the hell I want for compensation, I want your body.”

He released me before I could figure out how to respond. Not that I really know what to say. Ok, I know what I should be saying. I should say no. No matter how mad Fractured is with me, he would never force me. That’s why he released me. 

He’s waiting for me to decide. I really should say no. I don’t want to, though. I want to be selfish. A hand seized mine, and it yanked me forward. I thrust my hands out to stop myself, and they came to rest on Fractured’s bare thighs. 

He released my hand and instead gripped my chin, thumb skimming my lower lip. This is one of those times I wish I could see. That when I glanced up, instead of seeing just those strings, I could see his eyes. 

“So indecisive are you, really not going to let me Stri?”

“Alright, I agree, but the Nightmare Master must never know about this.”

He tensed at my words, gripping my chin tighter. “Are you that ashamed of me?”

“No, never,” I stated before I could stop myself. 

He chuckled. “With the way you just answered, people might think that you actually have emotions. Instead of letting lies spill from those lips, why don’t you put them to good use instead?”

He released my chin and slipped his hand into my hair, gripping it as he guided me forward. 

“Wait...”

He used his hand in my hair to jerk my head back. “What already going against your word?”

"No, it’s just that I don’t think I’ve ever done this before.”

“You don’t think.” He repeated amusement and disbelief in his voice. 

“Yes, as you know, some of my memories are missing. So I can’t say anything about those missing memories. However, as of now, without them, I have never done this before, so can you teach me?” 

Those last two words came out barely above a whisper. I had bowed my head to hide the blush that slipped out before I could stop it. His other hand gripped my chin, forcing my head back up. 

“Fuck, why do you have to be so cute? It should be illegal for you to be this cute when it’s all a lie.” 

His lips pressed against mine, devouring my mouth. My lips parted on their own, allowing his tongue to slip inside. I kissed him back. I might not be able to speak my feelings out load but I can show them. Even if it is just an act to him.

To me, it is the truth. I reached until I felt his shoulders and used them as leverage to lift myself into his lap. His hands released my hair and chin, reaching down to grip my hips. He pulled me closer until my ass was right over his hard cock. My cock was also hard. So hard that it was leaking pre-cum. 

Fractured didn’t pay it any mind. He gripped my hips tighter, moving them until my ass was grinding on his cock. His lips left mine, and it took everything in me not to whimper in protest. 

“Maybe I should forgo that mouth and bury my cock in your ass. Would you like that?” 

He didn’t give me time to respond as one of his hands left my hip and yanked off my shirt. I thought he was going to pull off his own, but he froze. 

“You never told me you had these types of piercings.”

His words reminded me of my nipple piercings. I have no memory of getting them, so if I hadn’t stumbled upon them when I was washing once, I would have never even known I had them. 

“Should I punish you for not telling me?”

I swallowed. “Punish me?”

“Yes, should I bend you over and spank your ass as punishment for not telling me?” 

My cock jerked at his words. Like I really wanted to be bent over his lap and spanked. Fractured didn’t move like he was waiting for my permission before he did anything.