Summary: Bob finds Streber out without his permission again. He gives him a lesson.

HUGE TRIGGER WARNING: The following fic includes, abuse, psychological torture and gore. If you're easily upsetted and or triggered by stuff like this I suggest you read something else. For those who stayed, I hope you enjoyed this fic!

The demon's dead body fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Bob looked at the corpse before turning to streber, who was curled up in the corner, looking scared and fragile with his hands covering his eyes and muffling his apologetic mumbles. Black blood was everywhere, on the floor, on the wall, on Bob and on streber.

"Please, I'm sorry, don't hurt me, I didn't mean to, I just wanted to-" Streber mumbled out, growing more frantic as bob stepped closer to him. The larger demon stopped a foot before the smaller one, getting on one knee.

The silence coming from him was becoming unbearable. Streber could feel his bodywarmth. Bob cupped his chin, forcing streber to look at bob. The butcher demon could see tears forming in the bat demon's eyes.

"P-please, I'm sorry!" Streber pleaded, instantly bracing for a hit when Bob moved his arms, scared for his life and closing his eyes tightly. Bob then....wrapped his arms around streber?

Bob...was hugging him?

"H-huh...?" The fallen angel muttered out of confusion, peaking an eye open. "I'm not mad..." Bob spoke in his ear.

"Y-you aren't?" Streber asked, opening his eyes fully and easing up his muscles. Was Bob really not angry? Is he going to walk away from this without getting hurt?

"I'm just disappointed." Oh. "I'm so sorry..." Streber muttered out, feeling a sting in his heart.

"How many times do I have to say this?" Bob said, hugging Streber tighter now. Streber hugged back, sobbing softly. Bob then hugged tighter, so tight that streber has started struggling to breath.

"G-gahh! B-Bob, t-thats too m-much!"

Bob didn't respond, only hugged streber tighter. Streber felt like he was going to be snapped in half. "Bob, you're gonna break my spine!"

"That's the point."

"What!?"

"Until you learn to obey me and realize that you are weak and nothing without me, I will break your spine." Bob explained, showing no emotion from his face other than a smile.

"B-Bob please, I didn't mean to disobey!"

"You'll promise that you won't do it again?" Bob asked, squeezing Streber tighter now.

"Y-yes! I p-promise!" The Bat demon wheezed out, breathing more franticly.

"Hmmm...I'm not buyin' it." Bob replied bluntly, hugging the smaller demon tighter. "P-please!" Streber began wriggling, trying to escape Bob's grasp. Bob held onto streber, not loosening up his grasp

"I'M SORRY OKAY?! I'LL NEVER LEAVE AGAIN!" Streber screamed out, tears spilling from his face.

After a few moments of silence, bob let the fallen angel fall to the floor. Streber coughed and sobbed, curling up into a ball at Bobs feet.

"I hope you learned your lesson." Bob said, tapping Streber with his shoe.

Y-yes..s-sir..." Streber hated calling him that, but it was better than calling him 'Master'.

Bob then grabbed streber's arm roughly and started walking towards the car, Streber squealed and squirmed out of pain.

"Quit that squirming." Bob demanded, silecing the smaller demon immediately and let him pull around. Bob held the passanger door open. Streber got inside and held his knees to his chest.

Bob got in the driver seat and started driving. The drive back home was tense, silent and uncomfortable. Streber knew that Bob was angry despite his neutral face. Streber sobbed silently into his knees.

"Don't be like that."

"H-huh?"

"It will only get worse, so save your tears for later."

"..." Streber looked over at Bob, wanting to speak.

Bob glanced over at streber, a sadistic smirk formed on his face as his eyes glowed a cold cyan "What's wrong? Knife got your tongue?"

Streber quickly looked away, panting heavily and flashbacking to when he first met Bob, causing him to grasp the bat wing that replaced his arm. He remembers the pain he felt after he fell from heaven, the burning feeling of his flesh and bones merging into a reminder of his death.

Once Bob parked the car and got out, he went over to open streber's door. Streber looked over at Bob, defeat in his eyes.

Bob opened the door and grabbed streber again, bringing him into the house.

Streber simply walked upstairs to their room, threw his sweater to the ground and sat on the bed, waiting for Bob to come with his punishment. Streber held his knees to his chest again, gently rocking back and forth on the mattress.

Bob eventually got into the bedroom after a few moments, his iconic psychotic smile on his face. Streber looked at Bob, a blank expression on his face.

Bob got close, lifting streber's chin with his finger "Aww, don't give me that look." He simply let Bob grab him, averting his eyes and not changing his expression. Streber simply held out his arm. Bob breathed heavily as he cuts streber's arm, licking the drips of blood that fell out of the wounds.

Streber didn't even wince, he simply let it happen. Bob stopped lickking his wounds when Streber didn't make a sound, looking at him with mild irritation. "Don't tell me you're getting used to this."

Streber said nothing, just simply looked to the side.

"Well..." Bob pulled streber close to him, putting a hand on his head "Why don't we go down memory lane, shall we?"

Mentally, Streber wondered what this meant. Physically, he did nothing.

Then Bob's hand started glowing, then everything got white around streber...and then streber was at the haunted house again.

"What the hell...? How-" Familiar footsteps creaked beneath the wooden floor behind him.

"..." Streber didn't move. He remembered how this played out. He could feel Bob bend down, breathing heavily into his neck. All that Streber wanted to do was whip around and slap Bob right across the face and run away from the haunted house. But instead, he stood there frozen in place as Bob grabbed his left hand and took out his knife. Streber tried pulling away, but to no avail. Was he really going to let this happen again? Streber then felt the pain same pain, the feeling of his arm getting ripped off by a sharp blade and blunt teeth, the feeling of blood spewing out of him, the feeling of his life draining, he felt all of it.

Streber dropped to the floor, holding out an arm weakly, just like the day he died.

He could see in his blurry vision that Bob went into the haunted house, chewing on his arm with a big smile on his face. "That... bastard..." His arm drops, the familiar feeling of his soul leaving his body as the darkness consumes him.

He then returns back into hell, lying on the floor as Bob looked at him from the bed with a dark smile on his face. Streber stood up, gripping his batwing. He looked at bob before turning away, walking towards the door.

"Ah ah ah. We're not done yet." Bob says, making the bat demon stop in his tracks.

Streber slowly turned around. "Get over here." Bob ordered. Streber walked over, the same blank expression still remaining. Bob then grabbed his face roughly, forcing eye contact. Streber winced at this, he always hated looking in Bob's painfully bright cyan eyes.

"Ah' hope you learned your lesson. You. Belong. To me. There's no escapin'. Do you understand that?" Streber simply nodded.

"Good. You're free to leave now." Bob said, letting go of streber.

Streber left, exiting the house and going to his usual hiding spot under the porch, finally letting the tears out.

"Why...? Why do I let him do this...?" He muttered out, holding his head in his hands "I can't do this anymore..."

Streber sat there and let all his tears out, sobbing into his hands and letting his tears fall down his face. Once he calmed down after a while, he got up and fixed himself up as best as he could before getting inside the house again.

He's slowly but surely accepting his fate.