Kinktober day 2 kidnapping
Based on @unsociableraccoon's story, Nobody’s Home. It's a great story and I suggest you read it. It will be set after y/n runs away from the cabin.
trigger warning: kidnapping, dubcon/noncon, Nikto being an ass, poorly written DID character, bad Russian translation, domestic abuse, exhibitionism
How many days has it been? It's been getting hard to sleep out here. I'm worried that I'll fall asleep in the snow and never wake up. Would anyone even find my body? What am I thinking? Who would ever find the dacha in the middle of the fucking Russian wilderness? There's nothing I can do but keep moving.
I walk through the lowest part of the snow. I don't have boots and my feet are cold. The more I walk, the more doubt fills my head. Did I do the right thing? Surely I did. I mean, he did kidnap me and raped me...I think...I mean, I did ask him to do it. And the dacha was warm, at least compared to out here. And I didn't have to survive off of random forest berries.
I pause as I realize it's gotten quiet. Too quiet. My arms tighten around the cat instinctively. What if there's a bear? I walk faster, not bothering to quiet my steps in the snow. Maybe if I make sounds, it will go away. What's the saying again? Black fight back, brown play dead. Is that right? Or is it the other way around? I don't care. I need to leave. Quickly. My steps quicken, it feels like I'm running. My lungs start to burn from the cold air.
What was that? I stop in my tracks and look around. I spun my head around, trying to see anything. All I could see was snow and trees for miles. I must be going crazy. I shake my head and continue walking. If I keep walking, I'm bound to get somewhere eventually.
I let out a gasp as I feel a sharp pain in my chest. My arms fall, and I drop the cat. It runs away as I unzip my coat and look at my shirt. Shit! That fucking creature scratched up my shirt. I look under my shirt and see the small lines on my chest turning bright red. Great. Just fucking great. I zip my coat up and look at the tiny pawprints in the snow. I sigh and start to follow them.
I follow the pawprints, hoping to find where the stupid cat went. I can't just let it die out here. How far did it even go?
Suddenly, something springs from the trees. My scream dies in my throat as it grabs me from behind. Its big arms wrap around my body, one keeping my arms down as the other grabs my neck. Not tight enough to choke me, but enough to send a warning. I can't fight back. All I can do is look forward as my breath quickens.
"Вы сука". Growls a low, dangerous voice. My blood runs cold. No. I slowly turn my head to look up at the person and see the familiar mask. "N-nikto?"
"Quiet". It's not a request, it's a command. "You trader. You left us. Bad жена". His hand on my throat gets tighter.
"Nikto please, I'm sorry."
"нет! You're not sorry." I cry out as he shoves me onto the ground, the snow doing little to soften the fall. I try to get up, but he grabs the back of my throat and pushes me back down.
"жена shouldn't hurt мужья. But you are a smart girl. If only you were smart enough."
I can hear him let out a small chuckle on top of me. He grabs the hem of my pants and I freeze. "нет!" It doesn't matter. He pulls my pants down roughly and I hear a ripping sound. I shiver as the cold air and snow hits my bare legs.
"Don't worry, we'll teach you how to be a good жена again". I can hear his clothes rustling behind me before he lets go of my neck. I try to crawl away, but he grabs my hip tightly, bringing me back. His other hand rests in the snow next to my head. I feel his cock start to rub on my folds before he slams all the way inside me with a grunt. I let out a choked scream before the hand in the snow reaches up and covers my mouth.
"Don't worry жена, we almost forgive you"
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