Summery: Getting away from her life as a human punching bag took her somewhere she never could have imagined. But it seemed that even a basement with a masked man watching her could become home.
Warnings: depictions of physical and verbal abuse, manipulation, pet names, power imbalance, sexual tension, mild swearing, mentions of medical trauma, nsfw
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Albert had just finished his coffee, and was pulling on his uniform shirt when he heard Sampson’s bark.
He waited a moment, expecting to hear that sweet voice to tell Sampson to be quiet. For her to open the door and come find him; tell him all about her walk or an idea she had, and touch him like it didn’t turn her on until he had her folded in half begging for him to let her come…but the door never opened. Albert slowly walked to the front door, and looked out the window.
Fire erupted in his veins.
Sampson was there alone, barking and standing on his hind legs. Albert wrenched the door open and he looked around outside as fury filled him. His hands shook.
She was gone.
She had tricked him.
All this time, she wanted to leave.
Without a second thought, Albert pulled Sampson inside, threw the door shut, climbed into his van, and peeled out to speed down the road. He knew where she must have been when she ran, judging by how long it had taken Sampson to get back. He started there at the main road. Before that day, he loved that part of her walk when he went with her- she hated it. It made her feel exposed; like anyone could see her. But she also had a certain love for it because that had been the first time they saw one another. Normally he would have grinned at the memory of having his bunny run into his arms for the first time, but not that morning. That morning he began to wonder if it was all a lie.
He thought about her smiles, giggles, terrible jokes and tears that she had shared with him.
He hated how easily she had lulled him into her comfortable lies. Most of all he hated how he felt hurt by it.
Albert searched everywhere he could, but she wasn’t anywhere to be found, and he knew every place she could have possibly gone. He looked down every road possible, and finally went into town to see if she was stupider than he thought and tried to find safety in numbers. It wasn’t until he passed by the local coffee shop that he heard something that made him slam on his breaks.
He leaned out of his window to the three officers standing by their cruiser and plastered on his best friendly neighbour face. “Morning officers!” He called. They turned to him and gave him a nod. “Sorry to eavesdrop but I thought I heard you say something about a missing girl found, hey?” He asked as casually as possible.
One of them nodded though the others looked apprehensive. It didn’t matter, he only needed one rat to give in.
“Oh yeah. Heard it on the radio- they found her walking some dog like it was a normal day and took her right to the station. Apparently she took a fucking chunk out of one of the officers arms!” They all laughed a little.
He felt something shift inside him.
“She wasn’t running into the officer’s arms to take her home?” Albert asked joining in their laughter, though his smile didn’t reach his eyes.
“Nope…it’s for her own good though y’know…stupid thing doesn’t know what’s best for her.” An other one added.
Albert’s eye twitched. He didn’t know anything about his sweet girl. They needed to shut up.
“Christ…kids these days eh?” He rasped but he didn’t wait for a response before he took off towards the station.
Albert was sure his steering wheel would snap under the pressure of his grip. He was surprised he wasn’t pulled over for a ticket as his foot put the gas petal down to the floor the entire drive there.
He slammed the van into park outside the building and leapt out, marching up to the doors. He pushed them open, the door slamming with a loud thwack against the wall. The officer at the front reception looked up at him, then the two other officers standing by the desk.
While he knew he should keep his composure as best as possible, Albert could taste the adrenaline on his tongue and feel the anger he had in his skin. He took a long shallow breath as he approached the counter, ignoring the staring officers to the side.
Get to work for once you rats
“Morning. There’s a girl you brought in. Where is she?” He tried to stay calm, but it didn’t work.
The two officers standing exchanged a look. “Who are you?” They asked to the side of him. He sucked in an irritated breath.
“I’m her guardian.” He rasped.
The two men elbowed each other and it was then that Albert noticed the bandage on one of their arms.
One of these men took my y/n.
“Jesus…she took a chunk outta my arm.” The man held his arm up that was now bandage that had a red stain seeping through.
Something began to switch inside him at the first hand admission.
“She really fought back? Why didn’t she just go easily?” Albert found himself asking. He needed to hear what happened from a neutral party before he heard hers. If this had been to deceive him, she still might lie.
“She fucking bolted at first. We had to run to grab her and haul her into the car. She bit me and I’m pretty sure she got a couple jabs at my partner in the other room.” The officer said shaking his head. Albert hung onto every word.
The receptionist broke into the conversation, “We called her father already, he’s comin-“
“No.” Albert snapped, “No, she’s coming with me. Go get her. Ask her for the person she wants to see. She’ll say Albert.”
The receptionist looked at Mathewson and he nodded to tell Allans. He stood and walked to the door that separated the main lobby, then as soon as the door cracked open. Albert heard her.
“I. WASN’T. FUCKING. MISSING!”
He smirked at that. His fingertips buzzed.
That’s my girl…Give them hell.
A moment later, another officer came through the door. Albert thought he had seen him in the area before.
“Who’re you?” The officer asked.
Albert’s eye twitched. “Doesn’t matter who I am, let me see her.” He bit, slamming his fist onto the counter, before sucking in a breath and becoming eerily calm, “Go and ask her who she wants to see. If she says my name, she comes with me. If not, she’s all yours to continue biting officers who can’t defend themselves against little girls.” He said pointedly.
The officer who had just come out looked over at the three others, then back to Albert. “Name?” He asked finally.
“Albert.” He snapped, running an irritated hand through his hair.
The man nodded and slowly went back into the cell room, eyeing Albert wearily. Albert crossed his arms and stared at the door. His adrenaline was at a high and he was ready to explode.
If she didn’t come out those doors, said she didn’t want to see him, he wouldn’t care. He would find her. He would watch her until he could corner her and drag her back. She belonged to him, and if she didn’t want him, no one could have her.
A few moments passed, then the door opened and the officer walked out alone. Albert sucked in a breath and was about to turn and leave, but then stopped in his tracks when out came his sweet girl, looking around the room until her eyes found him; he watched her run up to him. She leapt into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist, not daring to let go. “They-they took me- I didn’t wanna go they just took me and I-“ she hiccuped and began sobbing into his shoulder.
Albert felt a foreign vibration in his limbs as he held her.
Relief.
He let out a long sigh, and knelt to his knees to cradle her.
“Shhh…I’ve got you bunny.” He cooed for her so gently it might have seemed paternal to most, but underneath brewed a raging fire. Albert pulled away for a moment to look at her and held her cheek in one hand; he inspected her red eyes, her blotchy skin... His eye twitched when he saw the discolouration on her opposite cheek. A bruise. His eyes snapped to Mathewson, “Is that true?” He nodded to the bandage.
The officer scoffed.
“Sure as hell is. That bi-“ he stopped when he saw the look of murder in Albert’s eyes, “…that girl bit my arm. I was fucking bleeding everywhere and she threw up in my partner’s cruiser! Took the both of us to even get her in there too. She started runnin’ away with that dog of hers…if you raised her to be like that you oughta have a firm conversation with her.” His mouth ran out of his control, and it was all Albert needed to hear, though he was barely listening.
“Then why does she have a bruise on her cheek?” He asked, pulling her face from his neck again, and setting her down beside him as they slowly stood up. She was shaking and clinging to him as tightly as she could when she remembered being taken away against her will; but even with her red eyes, she glared at the officers. Albert tilted her head to the side to get a better look. She leaned into his touch and stared up at him as if he was the only other person in the world.
“Hmm?” He hummed, then looked back to the men in uniform, “If you were just upholding the law then why the FUCK is there a goddamn bruise on her cheek?” His outburst made the officers flinch. But she didn’t. She just stared.
“Hey now…it was self defence you know- she bit my partner!” Allans said defensively.
“Oh well that’s fine then.” Albert mocked them. “What’s your name?” He looked over at Allans, suddenly very calm.
The officer in question was rooted to the spot when he stared back into Albert’s eyes. That look he gave him was the same cold and dead stare he had seen from the girl beside him. Murderous.
“O-Officer Peter Allans.” He said finally, shifting uncomfortably.
Albert nodded. “And you?” He turned to Mathewson.
This one saw the look of fear in his partners eyes, and was even more hesitant, and Albert was running out of time. And patience.
“I said what’s your name, coward?” Albert seethed.
The man blinked and stared back into Albert’s blue eyes.
“Gilbert Mathewson…But look, hey, we don’t want any trouble sir. We were just-“
“Doing your job. Right.” Albert nodded, “Well now I’m going to do mine. Let’s go sweetie.” He pulled y/n to his side and she held him like her life depended on it.
To keep up with the charade, she even looked up at him and said, “Okay daddy.” And buried her face into the side of his chest as he took her out. She failed to feel him pause at the title, or see how his pupils dilated. It was so sudden that he almost didn’t process it.
It was like the air was sucked out of his lungs.Something about the sound of that word coming from her sweet mouth made a shiver run up his spine as he led her away.
But he couldn’t think of that now. He needed to hold her.
As soon as they were outside and away from view, he pulled her back into his arms and kissed her. Tears ran down her face and she held him, moving her lips against his. It was quick, but sent the message they both wanted to.
He let her down, kissed her one more time on the head and pulled her to the van; started it up fast. His brain was already working. “Do you think anyone is at home?” He asked as he pulled out of the parking lot.
She blinked and pinched her brows. “…what do you mean?” Her mind was still playing catch-up.
“Your family’s home. Is anyone there? What’s their schedule?” He said.
Her eyes widened, “It’s Thursday…” she checked her new wrist watch, “8 o’clock…no. Mom is taking my sister to school and dad would have been just leaving for work…but he got the call…he’ll probably be down at the station for a while.”
Albert nodded sharply. “Direct me there.”
“Why are we going there?” She asked fearfully.
Albert reached over and took her hand in his.
“We’re getting you whatever you need, sweetie. Anything you’ve missed. Now tell me how to get there.” His voice was as calm as he could make it, but she knew he was still reeling from what those officers did.
Y/n was horrified at the idea of going back there, but she trusted him to keep her safe.
Albert walked down the side street from the van, and through the front yard. Just as she had said, there was a spare key under the doormat, and he let himself in. He felt a rush being in the same place where she had been…he knew that was the same door she threw open that night she chose him.
Albert found himself looking around for a moment. His eyes fell on the stairs, and he made his way up to where she said her room was. She had told him it probably would be renovated by then, but to his surprise it was just a little messy.
He stood there and stared at her bed. She had told him her father used to bend her over there and whip her until his arm was tired. Albert sucked in a breath. He drank in the space where his sweet girl had been tortured.
Then he remembered why he was there. Albert opened her nightstand, and found her small wallet there under some papers, just as she had said. Next he found her rucksack in her closet and went through her drawers, pulling out the certain items she had told him about, plus a fluffy little bear on her bed. He also kept a couple panties for himself.
Then he found a notepad on a shelf, and began writing.
“Your daughter is at 7742 south Irving St. Tell no one. Bring this note.”
He read it over one more time and nodded his head to himself before going to her father’s chair in the living room, and tucking it to the side of the cushion so it would crinkle when he sat.
Albert left the house, taking care to not be spotted by any neighbours, and walked calmly back to the van parked two blocks away.
As soon as he pulled the door open to the van, y/n almost jumped into his lap. “Did it go okay?” She asked, turning to him.
The engine revved and he wore an invigorated smile. “Peachy keen! The place was barely touched.” He said, and pulled away. “Just got in, got your things and got out. Oh I also found this little stuffed bear I thought you might like.” He pointed to the rucksack.
Y/n gasped.
“You didn’t! Really?” She gushed and grabbed the bag and opened it to find the very same stuffed bear that she had left behind. “You’re just a big softie!” She smiled and leaned over to Albert to kiss his cheek. He hummed.
She didn’t need to know about the note.
Not yet.
He helped her into the house and he watched her embrace the dog that was supposed to intimidate her. Albert took her hand and led her into the bedroom where he opened the bag and showed her each item. She smiled and kissed him again. “You’re the best. Thank you.” She whispered. But then, as he went to leave her to sort through her things, she wrapped her arms around his middle and squeezed. “I thought I wasn’t going to see you again.” She whispered.
He turned in her grasp. “Me too, bunny…thought you scampered away from me.” His voice was calm and light, but she knew his meaning was anything but.
“I wouldn’t…I couldn’t!” She pulled away to look at him, desperately trying to remind him that she was his.
And he knew it.
He nodded and kissed her forehead. “I know sweetie…I know. Why don’t I join you in the morning from now on hmm? I miss you anyways.” He purred, stroking her back.
Come on sweetie…come on you know you can’t say no to me.
She nodded quickly. “Yes please.” She smiled and kissed his cheek.
So polite. Such a good girl…I could never let you go.
Albert kissed her one more time, then walked into the other room to the phone to tell the shop he wouldn’t make it. He wasn’t about to leave her alone after what happened. While he did believe her on some level that she wouldnt leave, he needed to make sure she was truthful.
Besides, that evening they would likely have a guest.
Once he hung up, he heard her humming that song again, and he slowly followed the sound. He leaned against the doorframe of the bedroom and watched her fold her clothes neatly and stack her books and little items she wanted.
Then he remembered that moment in the police station. His pupils dilated at the thought.
“Bunny?” He said after a minute.
“Yes?” She replied joyfully.
“What was that you called me? At the station.” He asked casually, slowly walking into the room.
She thought for a moment, then remembered; it had just slipped out in the moment. But she couldn’t bring herself to say it now that her fear wasn’t clouding her mind and she wasn’t desperately trying to leave town.
“I…I don’t remember.” She lied, taking some clothes to the closet. He circled her, and sat down on the bed.
“You called me daddy.” He stated, leaning back on the mattress with his back against the headboard.
She froze. She had half hoped he didn’t remember and was actually asking her what she had said, but that was out the window. He could feel her cheeks heat up from there. “Well…I…I was just trying to tell them that you were my guardian. I didn’t want them to doubt you and take me away again.”
“Ahh I see…” he nodded in understanding, “Look at me.” He murmured. And she couldn’t.
He knew she couldn’t.
He sucked in an irritated breath. “Look at Daddy.” At that her eyes snapped to his.
Fuck.
He felt that serge of control he chased everyday fill him up at her compliance.
Seeing her so responsive to his demand made a part of his restraint with her snap clean in two. He sucked in another deep breath that turned into a growl and he calmly patted the bed beside him. “Come here sweetie.” He said gently. Her eyes were wide, and she felt like a deer caught in the headlights. He was never like that. He was always straight to the point.
This was new.
But finally, she started walking. She took the several steps towards his side, and while he wanted to grab her and pull her to him, this was a new game. So he waited, squeezing his fist so tight he thought his nails might break skin. Painfully slowly, she slipped one leg over his thighs, then the other so she hopped to his other side. She sat next to him, and smoothed out her skirt innocently, waiting for his next move.
His nostrils flared as he watched her- such a polite, sweet little thing. “That was quite the slap they gave you today, little one.” He murmured, moving to lean against the headboard on his side so he could see her.
“Slaps…they gave me two…they really hurt…” she said, biting the inside of her cheek.
God he loved it when she did that.
“Did they now? I’m sorry, sweetheart…want me to make you feel better?” He whispered, moving a little closer, and placing his hand on her thigh. He would store the two slap information for later.
He wanted to see what she would do. Was she going to give into this new game?
Albert watched her toy with her skirt’s hem, then finally she looked over at him. Her breath caught in her throat.
“Yes please, daddy.” She breathed.
There was barely any colour left in his eyes. The older man sighed through his nose and nodded. His calm exterior was the perfect mask to hide the carnal thirst inside him.
“Why don’t you undress for me, hmm?“ He cooed, brushing some hair from her face.
She nodded eagerly, and quickly rid herself of her clothes. Albert focused on his breathing to not snap, but as she slipped off her panties, a wet line of slick connected her pussy to the fabric. She was soaked.
That was it.
His eye twitched.
“Get the fuck over here.” He rasped.
She stared at him and threw the panties away before clambering onto his strong thighs.
Albert made quick work of unbuckling his belt, and she all but ripped his shirt off.
He irritatedly threw his remaining clothes away and pulled her sweet little body to his, and slipped inside her with a single thrust. He let his eyes shut momentarily and a groan slipped from him as he listened to her adorable whines.
“That feels good doesn’t it, bunny?” He purred in her ear as he held under her butt to rock her up and down his length.
She nodded helplessly.
“Is daddy making the pain go away?” His voice turned rough.
“Y-yes.” Her breath hitched. One of the best sounds she made.
Albert smirked and stretched one of his thumbs to rub against her little clit, and he was rewarded with her grip on his shoulder tightening and a violent clench of her pussy.
He chuckled darkly at the control he had over her body. Even she couldn’t do what he did.
“Are you going to be my good girl and let daddy make you come? Hmm?” He rasped as she started to meet this thrusts.
She whimpered and nodded, “Y-yes please daddy!”
Her mind began to go numb and ecstasy took over. All she could feel was him inside her. Him holding her.
Him.
It was all him.
His cock slipped so easily in and out of her that she would have felt embarrassed if it weren’t for her being completely intoxicated by the man beneath her. His thumb stroking her so perfectly, his hands holding her like a vice. His blue eyes boring into hers. His strong chest heaving as he ruined her for any other living being.
With her mind full of him, she let go. She didn’t have a choice- her body wouldn’t have listened to her even if she had tried.
“Atta Girl…that’s my girl. Fuck…” he growled.
He continued to rub her even after she came, and when she tried to pull his hand away when it became too much for her, he pushed her down onto the bed and buried himself inside her again. Tears welled in her eyes as another orgasm pooled inside her.
“Pl-please daddy...” She gasped.
“What? Is it too much?” He mocked her, “Feels too fucking good? Beg. Scream. You're just gonna cum a few more times for me.”
Y/n stared up at the man above her, and nodded again. “Okay daddy.”
And just as he had told her, she came three more times.
She came five seconds before he filled her up with his cum, and sucked a purple bruise onto her neck.
She came again when he cleaned her up with a washcloth, but was greedy and began tasting her. Sucking and licking her sweetness until she was a whimpering mess.
And she came one last time when her sweet little mewls were too much for him as he was buried between her legs, and he had to be inside her one more time. His cum dripped down her thighs for an hour even after they had showered. They laid in an early afternoon haze of euphoria. They barely even moved for the rest of the day.
The odd neighbour passed by, and looked through the slightly open curtains in the front room as they always did, but they didn’t see that girl they had started to notice inside. They knew Albert, but they didn’t know her. They supposed she was just a maid of some kind. It wasn’t until late that evening that the house looked to have any life in it at all, save for the odd bark from that big black dog he kept.
Around half passed ten that night, a brown and white 1970 Ford F100 truck drove past 7742, and parked up the road. A man with poor posture hopped out, and walked with an uneven gait towards that old brick house. He checked the note he had been told to bring with him, though in his altered state, it was difficult to read at all. He only had one thing on his mind: haul that bitch of a daughter of his back home to remind her of who she was.
What she was.
A worthless piece of trash.
The man stood at the front lawn, and checked the address one more time before harnessing his anger and marching up to the door. He rapped impolitely and crossed his arms as he waited. He could hear an old record by Ritchie Valens playing, and found himself distracted by it until the booming bark of what he guessed to be a massive dog came from right at the door. He heard some scratches too before it stopped and the door swung open.
He was met with a man far taller than himself, and perhaps a little younger, but not much judging by his greying hair.
“Can I help you?” The man asked from the doorway, looking out past the man on his doorstep.
“Uh…yea I got this note, shit-“ he quickly unfolded the paper, tearing it a little in his inebriated state. The other man stared at him in distain.
“You’re Stewart?” He asked.
“Yeah.” Stewart responded. “And you are…?”
“Al. Come in.” Albert said shortly and stood to the side to let the other man in. As the door shut, Stewart took a look around the living room, every hair on his sweaty body standing on end. If hadn’t drank that whiskey he would have noticed how stupid he was.
“She’s been hiding in my basement…my dog fucking found her. Sorry about the note…didn’t know what the hell was going on.” Al ran his hand through his hair and looked down shaking his head.
Stewart nodded and darted his eyes around, “Fucking sounds like her, that little whore. You know I’m pretty sure she fucked every guy in town? Good thing I fixed ‘er…” his words were slurred, and Albert could barely contain himself. He hated alcoholics. He hated them more than he hated himself. But he had a job to do.
“She’s down here, after you.” Albert took him to the door to the basement and opened it up before gesturing for the other man to go first. Stewart nodded and clumsily made his way down the stairs, rolling his shoulders as he readied himself to put that daughter of his into place.
“What is this some kinda bunker from the war?” He asked as they reached the thick door.
Albert laughed lightly. “Something like that. Just push on the door there, I had it locked so she wouldn’t run.” He nodded to the handle.
“Many thanks to you…” Stewart slurred, then paused as he pushed on the heavy door. “Say you look real familiar…”
Albert watched the door past him and sucked in a breath at the sight that Stewart had yet to see.
Beautiful
“I’m told I had that sort of face…” he murmured, and put a hand on the man’s back.
When Stewart finally turned away from Albert and faced the basement, he clenched his hands into fists at the sight of his daughter sitting on an old mattress, still in the same pyjamas as she had run away in.
His nostrils flared and he shook as his veins pumped with anger.
“There you are you bitch-“ Stewart was about to take a step toward her, but was cut short when his hands were taken behind his back, and the crack of metal cuffs echoed in the small space.
He tried to wrench his hands free, but it was too late. “What the fuck-“ he spat.
But the basement door was already being slammed shut, leaving the three of them to exist in their own dim little world under ground.
“Hi dad.”
Stewart whipped back around to where his daughter was sitting, but his pupils constricted when he saw her this time.
She was standing.
In one hand, she held a belt with a buckle that caught the light.
In the other hand was a well used axe- it’s blade a little dull.
But that wasn’t what made Stewart l/n freeze.
It was the demonic mask she wore. Horns protruding from her temples and a deep frown where her mouth should have been. He couldn’t even see her eyes.
But he wouldn’t let them see he was close to pissing in his pants.
He turned back to Albert who was fiddling with something in his hands. “What the fuck is this? Huh-“
Tsk tsk.
He snapped his head back to the young woman, watching him predatorily.
“Such language, Stewie…you know you always raised me to have manners…maybe you should listen to yourself for once?” She said sickly sweet, slowly approaching him.
He scoffed and looked around, barely noticing Albert, “What are you gonna do huh? Try and kill me, scare me? Well it ain’t gonna work-“
A searing pain made him lose his words as he fell to his knees. From behind him, Albert pulled out the knife he had stabbed into one of Stewart’s ankles.
This was his bunny’s game, but he wasn’t going to run the risk of that glutton hurting her.
“What the fuck!” Stewart screamed. The pain coupled with his state of mind made for a poor cocktail of confusion.
She clicked her tongue at him.
“Dad…you should really pay attention.” She was just a foot from him now. “What was it you always told me before you would beat me…? Oh! Or the time you took away my god given right over my body at that hospital? Hmm what was it.” She tapped her chin as she pretended to think, and threw the axe down beside her with a heavy thud.
“What was it?” She whispered, circling him. As she passed behind him, Albert extended his hand to her masked cheek, and stoked it tenderly before he walked to the wall on the side and crouched to watch. He too slipped on a mask- the lower half of the smiling one. He was watching her every move, entranced.
Stewart didn’t answer at first and he received a single lashing from the belt.
“I said, what. Was. It?” She seethed, grabbing a handful of his thinning hair.
He sucked in a breath, “This is for -“
“Bingo!” She released him and clapped, “This is for your own good. Well dad, this is for your own good.” She chimed.
Albert’s breathing became laboured as he watched his sweet bunny fulfil her desires. Her needs. He just wanted to help her, and when he told her about the note, she had accepted, and he had plugged her full with more cum than before. He was helping to set her free from her worst fears.
“Hey now…wha-what are you doing there pumpkin?” He eyed the belt as she raised it again.
She tilted her head to the side.
“Aww we’re using pet names now? That’s cute.” She came behind him and kicked his back so he fell forward. “Well then daddio, what this is…is retribution.” Her sweet voice lost its life, in its place was nothing short of a cold blade cutting into his mind, but to Albert it was music to his ears.
“Y/n honey you don’t have to-“ Stewart began to plead. Gone was the front he had put on. In its place was a scared little pathetic man who had finally peed himself.
“Oh but I do dad I-“ thwack,“ -really-“thwack, “-really-,” thwack, “-do!” She seethed, panting.
Albert watched her like she was the only person in the world.
Y/n could see the blood seeping through the tears in his shirt, but she wanted more. She pressed down hard on a particularly deep gash thanks to the buckle; it was right around where the one on her back that had refused to close forever was.
Snot and tears mixed together on Stewart’s face. “Please…y/n-“
Thwack!
“No. You don’t get to say my name. “ she rounded him and let him try to look up. “I don’t think you understand what it is that’s going to happen. And that’s okay. Just know that this is going to kill you. I could do it quickly…but Dad?” She stooped down so she was a little closer to his wretched face, and pulled the axe towards her, holding it in her hands.
“W-what?” He asked breathlessly.
She sighed, “I want this to really hurt.”
Not a soul heard what happened down in that basement that evening. There was a file opened for the missing man, which was closed as quickly as his daughter’s. What the city of Denver did know was he was not missed. Barely a blip. Barely a whisper.
His wife and daughter moved on. Quite happily too in a new town hours away.
No one questioned the vacant house across from 7742 or how one night there was a man disappearing inside with a bag of trash, and reappeared without it.
A few brows were raised when two officers went missing, but again, things happened and the cases were closed within five months.
A few neighbours were curious about the beautiful young woman who now lived with Albert. They would often see her tending to her beautiful garden that had seemed to sprout over night; she was even cheeky enough to wink at the old ladies who asked what her secret was to get her flowers to grow so vibrantly. She would tell them that it was a secret of hers that would die with her. It was a blessing that the flowers covered the smell.
At first they found her a little odd, especially with how she seemed to just appear, but after she visited almost every house in the block with fresh cookies, they stopped asking.
What the neighborhood knew was that Albert- the strange, quiet man who had lived there his whole life- seemed happy. On more than one occasion, that sweet young woman would run out after Albert as he left for work and she would jump into his arms for one last kiss.
They never went anywhere without each other except for work.
They took strolls through the neighbourhood with that big old dog of theirs, and people would always note the look of adoration in the older man’s eyes as he watched that sweet, sweet girl.
At the grocery store, people would stare and the odd emboldened person would ask them how they were so happy after seeing the gold bands on their fingers.
To which they would smile at one another and Albert would just say shyly, “Oh you know, common interests and communication.” And kiss her temple.
“And trust!” She would chirp and hold his arm.
Most of the families who saw them hated them. They would grumble about how they were probably faking it all. How it was like they were some happy dream.
Summery: Getting away from her life as a human punching bag took her somewhere she never could have imagined. But it seemed that even a basement with a masked man watching her could become home.
Warnings: depictions of physical and verbal abuse, manipulation, pet names, power imbalance, sexual tension, mild swearing, mentions of medical trauma, nsfw
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It was almost a war on sleep for y/n. Sometimes she would sleep soundly, and have calm dreams, while only waking up once; other times she would barely sleep an hour before a new nightmare began and she would awaken with a start, sweating and shaking.
But every time, he was there.
That man would stroke her hair and have her rest against him, cooing sweet nothings into her ears. He would hold her close and rest his masked chin stop her head. And the more it happened, the more y/n began to let herself grow dependant on his kindness. She needed it.
And he knew it.
He knew she needed him. That he was her safe haven, but she still wasn’t where he wanted her to be. He wanted her to want him, as well as need him.
He wanted her to be completely his. She had become his favourite game out of them all-
“Mister?”
He snapped his head over to the shut bathroom door. It wasn’t locked anymore, but she still liked to have him open it. He turned the knob and pulled, but she wasn’t waiting right inside the door- she was by the mirror with her shirt pulled up her back to expose the skin.
“Can you check this old cut? I think the scab came off again and I’m worried about it getting infected.”
He stared at her exposed back for a moment, but nodded.
“Sure. Let’s see.” He walked inside and shut the door out of habit; she turned around for him, and tried to not shiver when he touched her skin. “Yeah it looks sore. I think I have some ointment and bandaids in here, why don’t we go out to the kitchen to get a better look.” He said.
She nodded, and let her shirt fall down before walking out of the bathroom. She could have gone to the kitchen, but she didn’t. As he went through the cupboard to find the first aid items, her figure standing in the doorway caught his eye.
She was waiting for him.
He looked at her for a minute, and grinned to himself. She wasn’t even staring at him expectantly; she just stood there making faces at Sampson in the other room like it was normal to be led around by him.
Albert finally took what he needed, and closed the cabinet. “Alrighty, let’s go.” He said, walking to the door. She took a few steps so he could exit and shut the door, and took his hand as he led them into the kitchen.
She sat with her chest against the back of the chair to give him better access, and he took his time with mending her. She shivered at the feeling of his rings when they would brush against her skin. He traced the old scars and down her spine; he revelled in her shivers. But he cleaned and bandaged her wound, then took her shirt and dragged it down over her back.
“Good as new!” He piped up.
“Thank you…”she murmured, standing up.
He took her hand from his crouched position and swing it a little.
“I have to take care of my pretty girl, right?” He said, tilting his head to the side.
She shrugged and rubbed her arm bashfully.
“I mean you don’t have to-“
“I asked a question, y/n.” His voice gained an edge to it, and his hand held hers a little firmer.
“Right. You’re right.” She said nodding. “You take care of me.” A small smile made its way onto her tired face as she stared down at the older man.
He sighed from under his mask, and nodded, “That’s my good girl. Come on, let’s get you to bed.” He stood and she fell into step with him, clutching onto his arm.
“Do you think you’ll sleep well tonight, bunny?” He asked her as they walked to the small bed.
“I hope so…” she sighed. “You don’t have to stay, I know it must be annoying to stay here every night.” She looked down, at her hands in her lap then back up at the devilish mask.
He said nothing for a full minute, but then he did something she certainly was not expecting. He sat down beside her, and reached behind his head; he unclasped the bottom portion of his mask, careful to not disturb the top half. She was transfixed. He had never taken off the bottom part, only the top.
The mask came away, and she found herself staring at the part of his face that she hadn’t seen. He had a beautiful jaw and a soft looking mouth. They both seemed to notice that she was staring at the same time; she looked away and bit the inside of her lip, while he grinned. Albert stood and walked to the head of the bed, and sat down with his legs stretched out in front of him.
“Come here bunny.” He said cheerfully, holding an arm out to her.
Her eyes widened at the gesture but she did not protest. She crawled to him, and tried to pull the shirt down a little more to cover her panties as she sat next to him.
He, however, did not miss the action of hers to attempt modesty. He felt her warmth settle next to him but he wanted more. He tsked her, and grabbed her waist and pulled her onto his lap with her legs across his thighs. He could feel her heat radiate through his pants, and he sucked in a breath when she shifted against him to get comfortable. Such an innocent gesture with such vile possibilities.
“What am I going to do with you?” He perched his chin atop her head, and she rested against his chest. Of course she didn’t understand the sinister connotations, but he certainly did. What was this game? It certainly wasn’t like ‘Naughty Boy.’, it was different. He didn’t get the same rush, but he was stimulated in other ways.
“I don’t mean to make you pity me…I just don’t know why you’re okay with doing all these extra things…” she mumbled into his shirt.
“You know why.” He whispered. He wanted to hear her say it.
“Because I’m your bunny.” She repeated his answer to everything with a small laugh.
“Mhmm that’s right.” He hummed satisfied.
She pulled away from him, and stared at his changed face. It seemed so strange to finally see his lips. It felt almost wrong that she could see him after so long of him keeping that part of himself hidden.
He was handsome.
He must have been an absolute heartbreaker back in the day…
“That girl was stupid.” She whispered; she had meant to say it in her head, but the words just came out.
He blinked, and tilted his head to the side.
“Which girl?” With his voice unmuffled, she realised how nice it was.
Y/n looked down at his shirt, regretting saying anything.
“I said which girl, bunny?” He tilted her face up to him, and did not miss the fact that she sucked in a breath. His opposite hand was clenched tight, betraying his light voice.
“…the one who left you…she-she must have been crazy.” She muttered with a melancholy grin that didn’t reach her eyes. His mouth was neither frowning nor smirking, but somewhere in between.
Her heart began to race as she assumed she must have crossed a line when he was silent. He must not like to think about her, or what happened.
But then, that mouth of his spread into a small grin. “That’s sweet of you to say.” He pressed a kiss to her temple, and a fire exploded under her skin. Her eyes widened in surprise when her cheeks warmed, as did her hands.
That was new.
She wondered what it would feel like to have him touch her, or kiss her properly-
No. Stop it. This man is caring for you and is your friend.
“I think I just sent my bunny into shock.” He laughed, watching her wheels turn.
Y/n looked up at him, and studied his face for a few moments. He seemed to do the same. She reached out a tentative hand to his lower face, but stopped when he sucked in a breath. “C-can I…?” She asked nervously.
He stared for a moment, and nodded slightly.
She reached out and brushed her fingertips against the slight stubble on his sharp chin, and up along his lower lip. Then, as quickly as she had began, she pulled her hand away, satisfied.
“Thank you…” she whispered.
He placed his hand on her head and drew her back to his chest, and placed a kiss to her hair.
She smiled secretly to herself at his affection. It had been years since someone had shown her anything similar to it, and with his small touches, she felt safe. The gentle rhythm of his breathing let her relax, and within minutes, she fell asleep with the beating of his heart under her ear and his arms wrapped around her.
The next morning, she found that she hadn’t woken up once. She had hoped her strange companion would still be there for her to share her good news, but alas the bed was empty. She even looked around the room to see if he was crouched against one of the walls watching her, but again, her eyes only met with the concrete walls.
When he came with her breakfast, she could barely contain her excitement to tell him how she had slept the entire night. As soon as she heard the door unlock, she bounced right up to him and hung onto one of his arms as he walked them to the mattress.
“Someone’s bright and bushy today.” He said in his happy voice.
“Yep! Guess what!” She chirped to him as he sat down with her.
“I think if I take the time to guess you’ll explode. Why don’t you tell me?” He chuckled and smiled under the mask.
Shes so fucking cute like this…She’s excited to see me.
“I slept the entire night without waking up!” She beamed.
He clapped and rubbed her back. “That’s my girl. I think someone deserves a new gift today.”
She blushed and looked down at her hands, “You don’t-“
“You know I have to.” He tutted her and pulled her closer.
“Well…Surprise me.” She smiled, and without a second thought kissed his masked cheek. Time seemed to freeze as soon as she pulled away and realised what she had done.
She didn’t know why she did it.
At least not at the time.
She was just so happy.
What she did know was that she didn’t know what to say, and neither did he. To her relief, he continued the morning as usual, and slowly fed her himself; periodically raising egg to her lips and helping her drink her coffee. She didn’t need his help, but the attention was addictive.
Their talk was quiet and simple- sticking mostly to the weather and a new film at the cinema. Then when he left, he left quickly and quietly. She could barely even look at him. Mortified.
She spent nearly the entire day in silence. She listened to three tapes, but she barely moved from her spot on the edge of her bed.
Why did I kiss his mask?
Why did I do that?
Why do I feel these things around him?
Why do I want to be so near him?
Did I cross a line?
Is he angry with me?
Is he going to kick me out?
Is he going to tell my father I’m down here and lock him in here with me?
Her mind was overtaken with a million questions. She barely heard the music, and she certainly didn’t hear the door open. It wasn’t until he was just a few feet away from her that she finally noticed his tall figure there.
Y/n looked up and took the headphones off quietly. She wasn’t sure how to behave after what she had done- so she braced for the worst.
But instead of telling her to leave or yelling at her, he placed her dinner down on her lap, and knelt down infront of her. She watched him closely, not taking her eyes off him. He knew he had her attention. He knew she was waiting for him to initiate their interaction.
He was looking at her expectantly.
She was confused at first, but then he tapped the edge of the tray she she looked down, and she saw why he was waiting. Right beside her dinner was a cassette tape with a little pink ribbon wrapped around it.
“W-what’s this?” She voice was barely audible.
“I told you I’d get you a gift.” He chided her playfully.
After a day of stressing, seeing him gift her with anything made her heart beat quicker against her ribs. A tear threatened to spill over as she grasped it, and removed the cover.
It was an older tape, she could tell by the worn edges.
“Richie Valens…” she whispered as she read the title and flipped it over.
“I recommend side two, track 11.” He pointed to the cover. She squinted to read the small writing. It read, “We Belong Together.”
Y/n smiled.
“Thank you. I’ll…I’ll give it a listen.” She said gently, still expecting him to tell her to get out.
“You’re not going to listen now?” He asked, a little demanding.
“I don’t want the food you made me to get cold.” She said, picking the fork up.
“But I want you to hear it.” He said, his voice growing rougher.
She thought for a moment.
“Well I can listen to it while I eat, if you don’t find it rude.” She offered.
“Okay.” He said, satisfied. She picked the player up and popped the previous tape out and replaced it with the one he had just given her. She placed the headphones on, and began fast-forwarding through the tape until it reached around the right point. It caught the tail end of the previous song, but sure enough, the 11th track began.
“You’re mine…
And we belong together…
Yes we belong together for eternity…
You’re mine…”
She chewed slowly, listening to the lyrics. It was a sweet love song, and he had been right to suggest it. It was exactly the kind of song she had been listening to all day. It was slow and calm. She swayed to the tune, eating away with a small smile on her face until the song ended. When she took off the headphones, she found him watching her, entranced.
“I loved it. Is it a favourite of yours?” She asked, finishing the food.
“Recently.” He murmured lightly.
“You have very good taste .” She nudged him slightly.
They smiled at one another, though she couldn’t see his expression, and their night continued as always.
It was shirt night that evening.
He held her hand, and popped a chocolate onto her tongue just as he always did, then took her to bed.
Normally, they would have chatted about small things- she knew he loved to talk. And she loved to talk to him.
Even as she got under her blanket, they were quiet. Like there was some kind of elephant in the room that they wouldn’t address.
“Sweet dreams, bunny.” He whispered.
“Goodnight…” she whispered back.
He gazed at her for one more minute, thinking, but he turned and left without another word. She sighed and fell back against the mattress with a thud.
She found herself thinking about that sweet song he had insisted she listen to. She closed her eyes, and let it play in her mind as she began to drift off to sleep.
At first, her dreams were calm. She was riding a bicycle on a summer day down a nondescript road, but the further she went, the more ominous it seemed. Then she heard footsteps behind her running, just like the night she ran away. Her name was called, and when she looked back, her father was running after her with a bloodied hatchet. Her bike wouldn’t go faster and he finally caught up with her. He grabbed her hair and yanked her off. Then, just as his axe was about to land through her head, she woke up.
Y/n bolted up straight, her shirt soaked and hands shaking uncontrollably. Her heart hammered in her chest.
“Another nightmare?”
She gasped and looked at the doorway. It was closed, but she could see the half mask illuminated in the very little light. She swore his eyes glowed even in the near darkness.
She nodded.
He took a few steps towards her, and she saw that his muted blue shirt was open. She didn’t blame him- it was a warm August night. She did blame herself for staring at his beautiful chest. She wanted to run her hands over it…just to feel his skin.
“Why are you so quiet today, bunny?” He murmured, voice a little rough. He walked to her and perched beside her on the bed. She wondered if he was offended when she was quiet.
She shrugged, not even knowing where to start.
You saved my life and I’ve been living in your basement for a month and a half, and by the way, I have a massive crush on you.
Oh perfect, y/n. Sounds great.
“Don’t lie to me.” He growled.
She let out a sigh and picked at her nails.
“I guess…I’ve just been thinking a lot.”
His fists tightened in his lap in excitement. Was she finally giving in and wanting to leave?
“What about?” He asked slowly.
She bit at her lip as she tried to find the right words. “I was nervous…I am nervous.”
“About me?” He subconsciously moved a hand to his belt buckle
“No…not exactly. I was…I’m nervous because I kissed your mask and I was afraid you were mad.”
His fists loosened.
“If I made you mad you might send me away and I don’t want that…” she whispered.
“I’m not mad.” He stated, and shifted closer to her.
“Are you sure?” She whispered.
“I’m not a liar.” He said playfully.
She nodded, and scooted over to be closer to him. She laid her head on his shoulder, her nose just an inch away from the exposed skin of his collar. He must have had a shower not long ago- the smell of his soap was a little more prominent. It made her head fuzzy as she thought about him in the shower.
She heard him sigh from behind the lower mask, and he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
“Can I tell you a secret?” He whispered.
She nodded.
“I hate my name.” He admitted.
“Really? Why?” She asked.
“My father chose it.” He murmured. His voice was so much smaller than usual. She knew he was going honest, perhaps a little vulnerable too.
“He wasn’t a nice man, was he?” Her voice was gentle and she ran her hand down to his and held it.
“No. No he wasn’t.” His tone became dark. Y/n knew he was remembering him, and if he had a similar relationship with his father and she had with hers, she didn’t want him to think about it
“Can I tell you a secret?” She asked after a minute.
“Of course you can, bunny.” The man replied, his voice a little more normal.
Y/n sucked in a breath. “I’ve…I’ve had terrible thoughts about…doing things to my father. They scare me sometimes.” She whispered
She felt him go still.
“What would you do?” He asked slowly.
Her breathing became heavier as she thought.
“I would do everything he did to me. I would make him bleed, and cry and beg…I would destroy him.” her eyes glazed over.
That surprised him.
They sat in silence for well over half a hour before she slowly began to lay down again. She expected him to leave, especially after her confession, but he didn’t. He stayed, and watched her. His strange, strange girl.
She felt his eyes on her, and she couldn’t sleep, not with that song playing around and around in her head like a gramophone.
“You're mine
Your lips belong to me
Yes, they belong to only me
For eternity
You're my, my baby
And you'll always be
I swear by everything I own
You'll always, always be mine…”
Around and around and around theose words played. She wondered if it was some sort of hypnosis test, and she was sure it was working.
She felt his hand play with a piece of loose hair, and as if he could hear her thoughts, he began humming the same song in her head. She laid there for another fifteen minutes before rolling over to face him. He looked a little taken aback by her suddenly staring at him, but not completely uncomfortable. Like he knew she was awake the whole time.
“I’m sorry did I wake you?” He asked a little sadly. As if he wanted to watch her sleep.
But she shook her head and sat up.
“If the humming helps I can keep doing it to get you to sleep?” He asked. But she didn’t say anything as she scooted back to where she had been by his side.
“You’re all quiet again, I don’t like it when you’re quiet.” His friendly tone slowly lost it’s kindness. “Answer me-“
He was cut off by her reaching around behind him and pulling him into a tight hug. She waited until his arms came around her waist and pulled her closer before she moved; her small fingers worked quickly. Before he could stop her, she untied the strap of the lower mask and ripped it off his face. His large hand gripped her upper arms, and a growl formed in his throat once he realized he was bare, but everything stopped when he felt her soft lips on his.
She placed her hands on either side of his strong neck, and brushed her lips against his again. It was strange, but it was exactly what she needed. Then, humiliation and horror set in when he didn’t move. She was about to pull away and apologize, when a large hand held the back of her head and the other gripped her waist, pulling her into his lap. She couldn’t help the soft moans she let out as her legs settled on either side of his thighs.
She pushed his open shirt off his shoulders, and he removed his arms from her momentarily to throw the garment away. The shirt she wore quickly followed, as he almost ripped it off her. As soon as he returned his gaze to her nude form, however, his eyes caught two small scars on her lower abdomen.
Y/n knew what he was looking at before he even asked.
She looked down and tilted her head to the side and took his hand. His sharp eyes snapped to hers, but he watched as she brought his hand to the scars. His brows furrowed and his gaze darted from between his hand and her eyes.
“I…I can’t have children.” She whispered. “My dad told me he was giving me a gift by having it done…I was seventeen.” Her eyes were glassy at the memory. How she had screamed and cried herself to sleep for months as the incisions healed.
His hardened face softened as she explained. He traced the marks, and she watched him.
After a moment, he sighed, and finally looked back up to the girl watching him. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead, and he felt her relax under his touch. Y/n sighed and caught his lips as he moved away, and he pulled her closer against that strong chest she had been admiring for longer than she would care to admit.
Now with his burning skin flush against hers, she was certain she would combust.
He nipped at her lips and barely waited to slip his tongue inside her sweet mouth. Her hips rocked against him, panties soaking through by the second.
She raked her nails along his shoulder, and he quickly pulled away. She took the time to look at him fully without a mask or tears in her eyes. The little bit of light hit the side of his face. She reached up and hesitated a second but he didn’t waste any time bringing her hand to his face. She grinned and felt along his jaw up to his cheeks and nose and through his hair. His breathing seemed to come harder with each touch of her hand. She kissed his jaw to his ear, “Can I tell you a secret?” She whispered.
“Yes.” He breathed out.
“I’ve wanted to kiss you for a very long time.” She placed another kiss there, but a hand in her hair yanked her back and brought her down to the mattress. He gripped each of her wrists in his large lands as he looked over her.
“And here I thought you saw me as a new daddy.” He teased her, enjoying how wide her eyes were and how she looked away when he spoke. “No? No I don’t think you want me to be a fucking father at all…” he leaned down to her neck and inhaled deeply.
Y/n watched his every move, intoxicated by him.
“I thought I was going to have to do this myself…but look at you.” He chuckled, and placed both of her hands in one of his to allow him to touch her, “You’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you? All those nights…” his hand trailed down her neck to her breast where he rolled her nipple, and she arched into his touch, “…that I stayed with you as you slept…” he continued to move his hand lower until it reached her panties, “…did you think filthy things about me? Think about if I fucked you as you slept? If I touched you…” his large hand pulled her panties down, “…or maybe if I touched myself? Because I damn well almost did all of them.” He confided in her darkly but still with an eerie joy.
He pulled away then, and gazed down at the young woman at his mercy. He had to admit that this was far more addictive than any young boy screaming during a beating, or running from him.
Having her mewl and keen for him made him want more.
More.
More.
More.
More.
He wanted her heart.
Her soul.
He wanted her to be in love with him.
“Do you want me to help you feel better, my sweet girl?” He murmured.
She could barely form a response with him surrounding her. His touch alone made her brain fuzzy.
He sipped his hand lower until his fingers stroked through her soaking folds, she let out a gasp and bucked her hips, “Do you like that? Do you like when I touch you.”
She breathed out a response. “Yes…”
A slow smirk twisted his face, and he leaned down to her, his grip on her wrists still harsh.
“You want me?” He asked condescendingly.
The young woman nodded, “Yes.” Came her whisper.
“Only me?” He slipped his hand lower, circling that sensitive bud that begged for attention as much as her.
She nodded helplessly, “P-please…”
“How long have you wanted me?” He leaned down and smelled along her abdomen. He sucked and bit at the skin.
“Since- since the second week…” y/n did her best to not moan and whine the entire time, but it proved to be nearly impossible.
“My, my…and you’ve just been trying so damn hard to be good, have you?” He cooed.
“Yes sir..” the title slipped out, and she hoped he didn’t notice, but he did.
Of course he did.
“What was that pretty girl?” He murmured with a sadistic grin.
Her breathing came harder as she fought to not pass out, “I said Yes sir.” She breathed out.
He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. “Say it again.” He growled out.
She watched his mouth as he spoke, revelling in the fact that she could see him. “Yes sir.”
As soon as the words left her, he slipped a long, veined finger inside her. She gasped and pulled against his hand holding her down. “Please sir!” She mewled.
“You want something, bunny?” He rasped. He curled his finger and added another inside her.
“You! Pl-please you, sir!” She cried out, a moan mixing with her words.
“Such a good girl…” he slowly released her hand so he could undo his pants, and she quickly sat up to help. Her version of help was kissing up his chest, worshiping his skin. He let out ragged groans and breaths as his painfully hard cock was released from his pants and underwear, which he pushed off quickly.
He pushed her back down to the mattress, and she let out a small giggle. Her smile was quickly snuffed out when he crawled over her and pinned her to the bed even tighter than before. He hovered above her for a moment, and y/n leaned up as best as she could to brush her lips against his. His hesitation made her wonder how long it had been since someone showed him affection.
She rolled her hips in hopes of getting his attention, which she did. He released one of her wrists and took his cock in hand, barely teasing her before pushing inside her. She cried out at his size, feeling him stretch her neglected pussy. Her hips began to rock almost instantly for more, to his surprise. He half expected her to tell him to stop, that she didn’t want it. But she only begged for more.
“Does my pretty girl like that?” He growled as he sunk inside her fully. “Fuck.” He placed his hand back on her wrist.
“Yes sir-“ she gasped. “I-I’ve wished y-you would do this-Ah! E-even thought about asking you to shower with me-ah!” She moaned out as he began to thrust inside her.
“Did you now?” He rasped in a mocking tone. “Naughty girl.” She clenched around him at the name, and his blue eyes snapped to hers.
She looked away, embarrassed.
“Ah ah, Eyes on me, naughty girl.” He purred dangerously. She clenched again deliciously.
She looked back at him, and bit the inside of her cheek as she felt herself growing sensitive. He stared down at her spread for him, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Her lips parted in ecstasy and her skin glowing with sweat.
She had expected him to set a punishing pace, but she found instead that his movements were slow and intense; his thumbs stroked circles on her wrists where he held them. He was far from romantic and gentle, but he had a certain precision that made him even more powerful. It made her trust him even more.
He leaned down to her neck and bit and sucked at the skin, marking her as his. Then, she let out a gasp of surprise when he flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up and slipped back inside her. His hands gripped her hips tighter, and y/n found herself hoping it would leave bruises.
“P-pleAse.” She whimpered out, grasping at the sheet until her knuckles turned white.
“What was that? Did. You. Fucking. Say. Something?” He punctuated each word with a thrust that almost made her scream.
A breathy moan emitted from her. “Please- ah!” He smacked her hard on her hip, and she realized her mistake. “Please sir…” She whispered.
“Does my little bunny want something? Hmm?” He rasped, before gripping her hand and pulling her up so her back was arched against him. He slipped his large hand to her neck, and he felt her tense for a moment; a part of him revelled in it- the Grabber side. He wanted her scared. But his other half wanted her tamed for him, and him only. So he settled for something that pleased both; he tightened his grip but stroked his thumb along the column of her throat. Her muscles relaxed almost instantly, and he felt her little hands hold onto his arm.
Her brain began to lose all function. Having him all around and inside her was almost too much. His strong chest scorched her spine as his hips snapped against hers, each one harsher than the last.
“I- w-wan-na c-come-“ she stuttered out as her breathing became shallow.
“Yeah, you wanna come?”he stilled and growled into her ear. “If I let you, you’d better make it worth my while.” He let her go, and she collapsed to the mattress. He knew she was close, very close. But he wanted to see her. He wanted to witness her falling apart for him.
He pulled himself from her, and sat with his back against the wall and barely had beckon her before she was settled on his lap. Like this, she could see him entirely. He was unbelievable handsome, so much so that it almost made her stop and admire him.
Later.
She stared into those blue eyes and waited for him to tell her to go ahead. His chest swelled at her good behaviour, and placed a hand on her lower back to bring her over the tip of his cock, and let her sink down onto him. She released a whimper at the new position as it left no room for anything but his entire length to pulse inside her. His cock brushed against that spot inside her.
“Look at me.” He rasped
She locked eyes with him and began to fuck herself in his cock. He guided her hands to his shoulders and held her hips to make sure she knew he was in charge. Her lips parted as she began to let go.
“That’s my pretty girl…” he rasped, “You’re mine. You know that?”
She nodded, her brows pitching up and that heat inside her began to be too much.
“Say it.” He growled, gripping her tighter.
“I-I’m yours, sir!” She cried out, teetering on the edge.
“Such a good fucking girl. My good girl. That’s it…” he voice turned encouraging, and he even slipped his thump over her clit to send her over the edge. He needed her to come for him. He needed to be the one to make her come.
To his pleasure, she began to shutter and grip his bare shoulders until it hurt. A gravelly moan emitted from him as she gave in to him. He could feel her tighter around his cock until a rush of cum drenched him. She moaned and whimpered uncontrollably as she rode out her orgasm. He watched her every move, obsessing over every gasp and twitch.
Then as she slowed, she put her head against his shoulder and took a breath before pulling away and staring back at him with a fierceness he wasn’t expecting. She held his gaze as she lifted herself up until just the tip of his cock was inside her. Then, slammed herself down until every inch of him was inside her. She began riding him again, put she leaned down to his neck and kissed along it until he was breathing heavily and he took a handful of her hair and pulled.
She let out a surprised mewl, but did not stop her pace. He made her hold his stare, and he revelled in her blown pupils that were clear as day even in the dim light.
She was far from faking anything.
She wanted him.
With that thought alone, he let go. His hand on her hip tightened and his hips stuttered too meet hers as she helped him ride out his orgasm. She gazed at his face, watching him as ecstasy washed over his form. His eyes shut and his mouth parted as his breaths came in heavy gasps.
She felt his cum coat her insides, fill her until she felt it leak out of her. She rested her head against his collarbone, breathing heavily as she tried to steady her heart rate. After a couple seconds, his arms wrapped around her, and squeezed her close.
“Let’s get you washed up, bunny.” He whispered into her hair.
Her surprise must have shown, and he grinned, and took her in his arms; she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face there while his other arm held her legs. He carried her upstairs, and placed her on the tile on the bathroom floor as he ran the water for the shower. She looked down at her hands still not sure if she should look at him in the light.
“In you get.” He said to her, and took her hand. She stepped into the shower, and let the warm water wash away the sweat and slick between her thighs. But to her surprise, he got in behind her. She slowly turned around to face him, but trained her eyes on his chest.
“Look at me.” He murmured.
She blinked, and wondered if she had imagined his voice telling her to, but then she heard it again.
“Look at me, pretty girl.” He said, placing his finger under her chin but not moving it.
This time, she let her eyes travel up his strong chest, to his collarbone, to the prominent vein that run up his neck, then to his chin that she was growing to love; past his lips and his nose until she met his eyes. “There you are, bunny.” He grinned.
Y/n slowly returned his grin, and her eyes lit up. She could see him. She took in his features properly, until she had been staring for well over a minute as the water rained down on her back.
“Can I tell you a secret?” She whispered.
“Of course you can.” He murmured.
“You have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen.” She confided in him. “And I like this line between your brows.” She reached up between then and traced the prominent line there. He smiled , took her hand and pressed a kiss to her inner wrist before turning her away from him. She felt his fingers in her hair, and realized he was washing it.
He washed every inch of her, and took his time touching her. He inspected the marks he had left, grinning at the large handprints on her hips. He shamelessly squeezed her breasts and played with her sore clit, drinking in her whimpers, as he pried one more orgasm from her; he took note that she never moved away or told him to stop.
He wrapped her in a towel, then himself, and led her out into the kitchen where he placed a chocolate on her tongue. He was acutely aware of her burning gaze now that he was maskless.
A part of him hated that she could see him, that he let her. But then the other half reminded him of the game. He needed her to trust him, if he wanted control.
He gazed down at her, and she couldn’t help the smitten grin that eased onto her lips. Then, instead of taking her down to the basement, he took her hand, and began guiding her through the house, past the living room. She resisted ever so slightly, having gotten used to the basement and it’s security, but he tugged on her a little more and she followed him into a new territory. There was one light on coming from a room down the hall, and upon arriving there she recognized it was his room. It was oddly orderly, and she wondered if that was something instilled in him from childhood. If his father had served in the war, chances were that he indoctrinated his family with militant organisation like her uncle had with his family.
He pulled her inside the room, and snapped his fingers; a moment later Sampson came and sat at the door. She felt a little safer with him there, and she smiled at his pitch black face.
As she looked around, she felt large hands remove her towel, and heard him walk away. When she turned back towards him, he was on the edge of the much cleaner mattress. “Come here bunny.” He cooed to her.
The adrenaline that had pushed her to follow through with her actions just an hour ago had worn off. In it’s place, were some nerves. She wrung her hands as she walked to him obediently. He watched her intently, and soon as she was close, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her onto the bed next to him. They laid together, and she curled up in his arms. He didn’t look away from her for a minute, and she found herself to be almost hypnotised by his eyes. She stared back at him, and traced his face.
“Are you real?” She whispered.
He nodded.
She grinned and kissed his cheek, before draping a leg over his hip and closing her eyes. His arms pulled her closer to his chest and he could feel her sigh contently. He stroked her hair as she fell asleep in his arms. “Sweet dreams, y/n.”
Summary: Your fun time at the carnival takes an unexpected twist.
Warnings: None.
Word count: 3516
"Thank you" you said as you received the caramel apple. A sincere, almost childlike smile appeared on your face as you saw the fruit stuck on a wooden stick, covered with red candy that made it shine like a jewel among the yellowish spotlights hanging from the tents.
You longed for the arrival of September because with it came carnival. Almost all of your fond memories came from the walks you took, first with your parents, then with your friends, through the barley field that was used to set up the traveling rides that came to town. Fairground rides with prizes that ranged from the outlandish to the unimaginative, mechanical games that had their own lighting, tents with weird amusements that teenagers would bet each other to enter, and of course, the food and candy stands, like your beloved caramel apples.
"There you are!" Dorothy caught up to you, carrying what looked like a ball of pink fabric in her hands. Next to her was Dean, her brand new boyfriend "We were looking for you...look what Dean won for me" she then showed you that the ball was in fact, a stuffed rabbit in bubblegum pink. The bunny had an almost cartoonish expression, and a red ribbon around its neck.
"Very cute" you nodded just to say something. It was awkward being the third wheel on that outing, so when Dorothy practically dragged you along with her, you averted your gaze so as not to run into her companion's.
"How can you eat that?" protested Dorothy, giving your apple a dirty look "Sugar is very bad for your teeth, my dad always says so."
"Ya, but your dad's a dentist, isn't he? Shouldn't he recommend more sweets to get more patients?"
"Oh, that's awful!" and the girl laughed.
You arrived in front of the flying chairs. Dorothy squealed and hung on Dean's arm, a tendency she had adopted since they became sweethearts in which she pretended to be more innocent and clumsy than she was, because she thought boys liked that sort of thing. You disagreed, but her strategy seemed to work after all, and you told them that you passed on coming up.
"I'm not that into those games" you explained.
"Oh, suit yourself, but you're going to have to go in with us on some game, you hear?" warned Dorothy, handing you her stuffed rabbit "Can you watch it for me, don't get it dirty with candy."
You watched the two lovebirds walk toward the line, content, and you stepped back a bit, the bunny under your arm, to take a bite of your apple. The sensation was always delicious, the hard, sweet caramel shattering, like glass, under the pressure of your teeth (which contrary to what Dorothy said, were quite healthy), only to release the juice of the apple trapped underneath, fresh, a little tart and soft, really soft. You closed your eyes with an expression of immense pleasure, you were no longer a child to celebrate by jumping up and down, but you sighed as the mixture melted in your mouth.
Something caught your attention as you looked around lazily. It was not so obvious, but it was peculiar amidst the tumult of lights, noises and above all, colors. A balloon, but the most unusual balloon you had ever seen, black in color, whose string was almost miraculously stuck between a string of lights. The object moved awkwardly, in the wind, almost invisible against the night sky.
You ended up going for it, black balloons weren't something you saw every day, and when you got close enough, you looked down at your two busy hands, and exhaled a snort of frustration. Not for anything in the world would you let go of your apple, but if you left the rabbit on the ground, Dorothy was going to go nuts. You made an unorthodox decision, biting down on the apple as hard as you could, and then stretched out to reach the balloon, standing on your tiptoes.
You almost screamed when you achieved your goal, and immediately passed the balloon to the hand you were holding the rabbit with to take the apple out of your mouth. You had gotten a smear of caramel on your lips, and were still licking it off when again, Dorothy came up beside you.
"You should have come with us, it was fun and not scary" she added, looking tenderly at Dean "What about that balloon?"
"I found it" you replied simply.
"It looks like from a funeral home... Anyway, come on, let's go, I want to go to the fun house."
"Really? That's for kids" Dean pointed out, but there was no choice and the three of you headed off to where the energetic Dorothy was leading you.
The fun house was the biggest and most eye-catching attraction, if you didn't count the carousel and the Ferris wheel. Its light wood exterior was painted white with scenes of a fairy-tale forest, though the artist had taken pains to make the faces of the fairies and goblins less sweet and more mischievous, Next to the huge sign in letters that looked inflated, the entrance was in the shape of a Chesire cat's face, its mouth veiled with black cloth.
As soon as you entered, the first room was lined with mirrors. You remembered with a certain nostalgia the laughter you had as a child, on your first visits to the fair, when you saw your body comically deformed in the reflection. Dorothy squealed and exaggerated her movements, Dean seemed to force his smile more and more, uninterested in what he considered boring, and they continued on through a small wooden door to which they had added a giant, unevenly striped red and white doorknob. You lingered a little longer, looking at yourself in a mirror that made you blur, like a pointillist painting, the red apple and the black baloon framing your figure.
You went behind the same door as your uninteresting company, and found yourself in a narrow, crooked hallway, across whose walls hung different pictures. You knew that old trick, some of those pictures seemed to follow you with their eyes, and the flickering gas lights made the experience more frightening than amusing. You started walking, and then, you stumbled.
"Fuck!" you blurted, some of the flagstones were loose, so that when you stepped on them, they tilted. You continued on your way, carefully stepping on each slab to make sure you didn't fall into the trap, and inside the enclosure an old song could be heard.
Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run run run run run
Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run run run run....
At the end of the hallway, two extravagant doors stood waiting, and the wall was positioned so that it formed an angle of about ninety degrees. The doors each possessed a hand from which two signs hung: "One of us always tell the truth," read one, "One of us always lie" read the other, an old riddle that basically, led the traveler down one safe and one, terrible path.
"Let's see..." you reasoned, biting again into your apple "If the one who always tells the truth lies, then the other one tells the truth, but actually lies too..."
The lights flickered brighter, and the song stopped for a moment. You looked back, puzzled, and after a few seconds where everything returned to normal, you focused your attention back on the doors. Power problems were common at the carnival, and almost never lasted more than a couple of minutes.
Then, the lights went out completely, and with it, so did the music. You snorted, and chose almost without thinking the door on the left, popping the apple back in your mouth to open it.
"Run, rabbit..."
This time your jump was one of real fright. You spun on your heels, eyes wide open. Someone had spoken not far from you. The interior was still dark, but you heard nothing else, no footsteps, no voice.
You stood still for several seconds, your eyes struggling to see something in the gloom, maybe, you thought, that was part of the show, maybe even Dorothy and Dean went through the same thing before you, although it hadn't taken you too long to walk after them, so... Yes, surely it was a trick, there was nothing to fear.
Or so you thought until you noticed something moving next to you, and a flash of something small and shiny came close to your face.
With a slight scream, you opened the door on the left, entered almost throwing yourself through it and closed it, using your body to block it. You heard your breath hitching, thinking maybe you were scared for nothing, but you couldn't help it, it had been so sudden....
The lights came back on, and you found yourself in the new room. The furniture, a couple of tables, armchairs, chandeliers, everything was nailed up, so that the floor mimicked the ceiling. There you realized that you had lost the balloon, possibly dropping it when you slipped through the door, but you didn't decide to go for it, it was better to move forward and get away (from what?) as fast as possible, and so you did, thankful that there, the only "trap" were some automated doors that opened on the sides and, on inconspicuous rails, some toy rats were advancing.
Stairs waited at the end, half hidden by the wall, and you began to climb them. The last stretch of the house was always a maze, you knew from experience, sometimes of mirrors, but since this one was on the top floor, it must have been somewhat less elaborate. Upstairs, a ceiling lined with lights imitating a starry sky, and a huge smiling moon pointing to the center of the labyrinth, awaited you next to an entrance flanked by two cardboard trees, where a mechanical owl blinked and, along with the music, a mixture of forest sounds created the atmosphere.
You squinted your eyes, the moon would be your only visible reference to go through the labyrinth, dark walls and just over six feet high, and began to walk. Right, left, right... zigzagging was the safest thing to do in the labyrinths, as your father had told you, because at least that way you were sure to get somewhere. Left. The lights flickered again and you crouched down, uncomfortable. Nothing. You moved forward again. Right. Right again.
You thought you heard voices, there were still more people in the labyrinth. Relieved by that thought, you looked again at the moon, which was a little to your left. Left. Right. Your foot found something soft and you looked down. Your surprise was enormous to see that it was Dorothy's pink bunny.
"How did you end up here, buddy?" you muttered, looking at the stuffed animal's silly, adorable face. You couldn't think of a good reason for your friend to forget something she apparently held dear, unless she'd had an argument with her boyfriend (most likely) or something had led her to drop it, like you did with the balloon (which gave you the creeps).
Hugging the stuffed animal against your chest, you kept walking, but didn't get very far before the lights again went out.
"Goddamnit" you growled, fed up, the moon still emitted a sort of greenish glow, useless for illumination, but the truth was that the whole place was already a bit dark with everything and electricity. You had practically finished your apple, so you stuffed what was left of it in your mouth to grope for the walls and keep walking, the last thing you wanted was to stay there, in that horrible silence.
You had just turned around when you saw someone standing at the end of the new hallway. The lights flickered in a lazy attempt to return, so you got glimpses of the person in front of you: a little taller than you, dressed very plainly, and you guessed from the build that it was a man.
The lights buzzed before coming back, but much dimmer. The man turned around, he was wearing something on his head, a tall hat, apparently, and despite the semi-darkness and remoteness, you felt his eyes on you... and that made you uncomfortable.
"Rabbit..."
It was that voice. It was him.
You ran back, scared, no longer caring where you were going, sure that he was following you because you heard him, heard the loud footsteps behind you. You turned several times, desperate, wanting to scream for help but without enough breath to do so, until you ran into a single wall that marked, almost sadistically, a mocking phrase:
Dead End.
You had reached a closed alley of the labyrinth, because of course, that was precisely what had to happen, it happened in horror movies, and now it was happening to you. But that wasn't a movie, and no one was going to help you. Screaming was not an option, because then he would find you more easily, so you cowered on the floor, with your back against the wall, hugging the stuffed rabbit and trembling like a child.
And then, he appeared. He stopped for a moment in front of the hallway, silent, as if pondering what he was about to do. You looked at him, horrified, paralyzed with fear, and then he began to move forward. You closed your eyes as if by instinct, maybe he was just an attraction worker, put there to make the game more interesting, that would explain him wearing a top hat and whispering such terrifying things, yes, it must be so, God, it must be so....
The man planted himself in front of you, his shadow covering you from the dim light. Against all your wishes, you opened your eyes and looked at him, feeling like crying. He was dressed in black pants and short-sleeved shirt, though underneath, another piece of clothing revealed a high, red, almost proverbial collar. He wore the hat, just as you had already seen, but something else: half of his face was covered by a mask that simulated an eerie smile.
"Did you get lost, little rabbit?"
You swallowed saliva, unable to speak. The man stretched out a hand, and you shrank back.
"Don't touch me," you muttered. The hand remained still in the air, not far from your head.
"I'm not going to hurt you" he expounded. How you wished you believed him, but your instinct said otherwise.
"What were you doing then?" you asked.
The stranger cocked his head to one side, his hair was a bit long, shoulder length.
"You need help" he inquired "I can help you".
"Do you work here?" you shrugged your legs, almost sticking them to your body "What's your name?"
A sort of hollow chuckle was the initial response.
"I'm Fantastic Al" he introduced himself "I'm a part-time magician. I came here during a break, sorry if I scared you back there."
Since you didn't move or say anything else, the man squatted down. You could see his face a little better, at least the uncovered part, he had peculiar eyes, blue and almost friendly. Still...
"And what's your name, bunny?" he asked.
No talking to strangers. It was a basic rule of all life, you thought, so you just went about looking at him, ready to react to any of his moves, even though you had no way to defend yourself.
"I get it" he murmured "Let's see... how about this?" he showed his hands in front of you, wiggling his fingers "Nothing this way, nothing that way... aha!" in an imperceptible gesture, he made a small bouquet of wild flowers appear, "For you, young lady" he crooned, holding it out to you. You looked at the bouquet, then at the man, and very stealthily stretched out your hand to take it.
Your instinct was not wrong. As soon as you took the flowers, his free hand went to your wrist, holding it so tightly that you feared he was going to hurt you. You let go of the bouquet and kicked him, but the blow was useless, and the magician lunged at you, pressing you against the wall, one of his knees between your legs. You opened your mouth to scream but his other hand went to your face, gagging you.
"Don't you dare!" he commanded "Quiet!"
Your gasping breath was the only sound you could utter. Your eyes filled with tears at the horror of the situation, trapped as you were between the man and the wall.
"I'm sorry" he said suddenly, in a kinder voice "I didn't mean to make you cry, forgive me... I'm going to take my hand away, okay, but don't scream, don't scream, please, just-"
You were sure that, if you disobeyed him, he would not hesitate to hurt you, so when he released your face you just pouted, resigned. The magician brought his hand to his mask, and took it off. Now you could see him well, with his nose straight and his lips twisted into a kind of gentle smile.
"See?" he continued "I'm not a bad person, I don't want to hurt you..." his fingers met your cheeks, wiping away your tears "Sorry, really... Don't cry, okay? You don't have to cry, I won't hurt you... you're so pretty..."
"Please let me go" you whispered "I won't say anything, I swear, but..."
The man ducked his head, sorrowful, then, he looked at you again. His voice grew deeper.
"I can't do it."
"Please" you begged again "I don't even know your name, I'm not going to accuse you, I swear."
"I believe you, I believe you...it's just that..." his eyes went down "What a cute little bunny."
You looked down too. On your belly rested, half cocked, the stuffed animal. The man picked it up carefully, looking at it as if it made him curious, and let out a chuckle.
"That's adorable, where did you get it? I'd love one for my tricks, rabbits get really sore when you grab them by the ears, you know?"
"Keep it" you blurted out "But let me go."
"But if it's yours" he repeated, ignoring your plea.
New tears appeared in your eyes.
"What do you want from me?" you sobbed.
His face changed again, serious, indecipherable. He put the little toy aside, carefully.
"I just wanted to look at you" he said at last "You are truly beautiful, really, your face, your hair, your body..."
The lights went out again. You gasped, and that again caused your captor to cover your mouth.
"I told you to shut up!" he growled, angrily. It was amazing how quickly his mood changed. You noticed him glance over his shoulder, nervously, before turning his attention back to you, again, his voice sweetening "Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run run run run run..." he sang in a whisper "Don't give the farmer his fun, fun, fun..."
He stretched his neck, moving closer to your neck, and you felt the tip of his nose brush against your skin.
"Oh you're pretty, bunny, may I come near?" the man sang and you felt his warm breath on you "Can I hold you and touch your ear?"
The tip of his tongue brushed your earlobe. You struggled to turn your head away, but he still held you and his fingers tightened around your cheeks, holding you still. He placed a brief kiss on your cheek, then another, and another, reaching up to your nose.
"I'd like to..." he murmured, kissing your face again "How I'd like to... May I kiss your lips?" he asked, almost tenderly "May I? They're so pretty, so red... If I kiss you you won't bite me, will you? I wouldn't like that at all-"
Again, he turned his head. You both heard it, new footsteps, and voices asking for some straggler in the game. Hope returned to your heart, but the captor's gaze suddenly seemed to darken.
"Too bad, I wanted to have more time with you" he spat, twisting his lips in such a way that he looked like a dog showing his fangs. He reached out and picked up the stuffed animal from the floor, placing it on your legs "Here you go...just one more thing, but promise me you won't scream, okay?"
Resigned, you nodded. The man removed his hand from your mouth, only to hastily replace it with his own. It was a bold, aggressive kiss that barely lasted a few seconds but left you breathless. With the same haste he pulled away from you, looking into your eyes and licking his lips.
"Caramel apple..." he whispered "I love it."
The man stood up, readjusted his mask and waved a gallant goodbye wearing his hat.
"See ya, bunny."
Before the lantern lights had even approached the hallway, the captor had already disappeared. Two workers found you, cowering on the floor, hugging the pink bunny.
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