i want to hear your small gasp as i slide in. like, yeah, baby, let me hear how good i make you feel. tell me all the ways you want me to use your precious body before i need to figure out a way to dispose of you.
Start with the basics. Log their names, ages, heights, weights. Have a notes section for non-standardisable observations: ā17 self-inflicted wounds on thighs. Scratch marks on stomach (unclear if will scar). Fluffy dyed hair. Preference for being shaved smooth.ā
Next, catalog their desires, their fears, their perversions. If you are manipulating them right, youāre going to be flooded with information. You do not want to forget any of it, because it can all be put to use later. Donāt be afraid to speculate, but be a good scientist about it: if you probe or nudge your prey and they donāt react, remove the speculative entry. Good owners are precise and should avoid making mistakes.
If they share a humiliating, traumatic, or tragic anecdote, make sure to copy it verbatim to your notes. These anecdotes are treasure troves of ideas for abuse, as well as crucial to understanding your victim. Make sure to note whether you were kind or cruel when they opened up to you too, so that you can switch it up next time and keep that poor thing on its toes.
If youāre unconvinced, remember it isnāt just an organisational tool. Itās insurance.
Should they ever try to leave you before youāve had the chance to isolate them entirely, corner them and show them their file. Watch the horror spread across their face when you threaten to send it to their family, their friends, their employer, the whole world.
āNobody would love you after seeing all this, would they? So youād better just stay here.ā
I love thinking about split skulls, I love thinking about yellow fats spilling out of split stomachs, I love thinking about a cold dead bloated body getting eaten by maggots... I love thinking about pushing in someone's ribs til it collapses into itself.
Warm blood pooling on my hands, the slow breathing and twitching as they die, omfg
I saw a news segment earlier about a tied dead body found in an abandoned warehouse, greyed out and blurred but wow,,, it was so hot
you wake up slowly, groggily. immediately, youāre on edge. you canāt remember shit from last nightā and your surroundings areā¦ unfamiliar, to say the least.
some grungy-ass basement. itās notā¦ horrible, you suppose. the floor is clean, and thereās a mattress shoved in a corner. but the ceiling is bare, and thereās black rust creeping down the walls.
you try, instinctively, to move. but of course, youāre bound. wrists held tight behind your back withā duct tape, it feels like. but most notably, as you shift your neck, yes, thereās definitely a collar there, too. some type of leather, high-quality. a metal chain hangs loosely from it, connected to a hook embedded in the wall.
you try to twist your wrists out of the tape. nothing. your ankles are free, so you attempt to rise to your feetā which works, but you canāt move far without the chain yanking you back.
you manage out a hoarse shout. which is, probably, your worst decision, becauseā about ten seconds later, you hear someone tramping down the stairs to your basement.
you canāt see much of him. (the only light in the room is a shitty desk lamp next to the mattress.) you can only make out the vague silhouette of his figure standing in the doorway.
heās silent for a long moment. and then, he speaks. āevening.ā
his voice is low andā¦ oddly polite. like he doesnāt have you tied up in his basement.
ānice place, isnāt it? i cleaned the mattress for you.ā
you ask him a few, reasonable questions. like why youāre kidnapped in his basement. or who the hell is he. or why you.
āiāve been stalking you.ā
blunt. you donāt even know how to respond.
āshh. donāt worry. you still have drugs in your system from last night.ā what? you can barely even remember last night. āso iām not planning on fucking you ātill youāre over that.ā
you can hear the smile in his voice.
āiām making food for you right now,ā he says suddenly. āsomething simple. should help you with the hangover. iāll unclip your collar after, and take you upstairs to bath you. i donāt expect you to have the energy to wash yourself.ā
you hate to admit heās right.
āafter which, youāll need to sleep for the rest of the day. i want to go over our schedule tomorrow, the rules, the punishmentsā¦ā he shrugs. āthe works. i think youāll be good at them.ā
you ask another, very reasonable question. what the fuck is this?
he tilts his head like heās confused. āyouāre new life, obviously. youāve complained about your job and working and not having a man, right? so iām giving you that. for free, too. just because i like you.ā
a moment of silence, as he looks down at you. āgood dogs says thank you.ā
