The boy screamed in pain, hitting harder and harder. The child tried biting, struggling, everything to escape! He shut his teary eyes, trying not to look at death itself. The blood dripped down, tears pouring down his face. It hurt so much, it was unbearable! He needed to escape!
“Stop i-it! You’re h-hurting me! Stop! STOP!”
Ivan begged for mercy, as he tried covering his bleeding arm. If he could let go, maybe he would have time to run to the door and escape.
Fredbear laughed with AMUSEMENT as the child screamed && squirmed in a futile attempt to E S C A P E him. How he loved when the participants of his little GAMES showed true TERROR && AGONY in their expressions, their involuntary twitching && squirming.
Straightening, the golden bear rose to his feet, lifting a HEAVY leg into the air && stomping down on the child’s right wrist. He was almost _CERTAIN _he heard a sharp _C R A C K_. Satisfied with the DAMAGE, he lifted his foot of the child — QUICKLY, to increase the PAIN — && began to SPEAK.
⧼♔⧽ “ Now, tell me, Ivan, how many BONES do you think I B R O K E? “ ⧼♔⧽
The beast SEIZED the child’s throat, gripping TIGHTLY as he continued to speak.
⧼♔⧽ “ Tell me, or I’ll RIP the entire damn thing OFF. “ ⧼♔⧽