Pretty little hero
tw: implied captivity, hero getting beat up, a lot, whump, non con touch (not sexual), a kinda yandere villain, idk what else lol
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Hero was lying in a slump against the wall, opening their mouth to say something witty, or at least a simple âShut upâ in response, but instead, blood came out in tiny droplets, splattering all over the wooden floor of the bed-Â no, torture room.Â
Hero rose up, or rather tried to, but with a swift kick from Villain in the gut, Hero was back on the floor, coughing, no⊠more like, hacking, growing increasingly worse. Hero clutched their side, letting out a small whine as Villain grabbed them by their shirt, lifting them up into the air, their feet dangling.Â
Villain threw them back onto the ground, scoffing at the pathetic waste of space on the floor continuously wailing, sobbing, pleading, and basically, just being annoying.Â
Villain sighed at the sight, as Heroâs cries grew louder, and their words no longer coherent, as they were blubbering, and blubbering, and blubbering-
âShut up.âÂ
âP-please Iâm sorry, Iâm sorry, Iâm sorry, just, j-just stop, please, please-â
âShut. Up.â The Villain repeated, clenching their fists.Â
âS-sorry just please, ple-please don-âÂ
Villain grabbed them by the hair, tightening their grip as Hero let out a shriek, hitting their head against the wall, once. Twice. Thrice. And-, honestly Hero had lost count as Villain kept hitting, and hitting, and hitting, and hitting their poor head over, and over.Â
Hero lifted up their arm, grabbing onto Villainâs arms, in a rather pitiful attempt to stop Villain. Villain rolled their eyes at this, pausing for a moment. They brought Heroâs head away from the wall, to slam it into the floor, however Hero had tilted over, collapsing, hitting their head onto the floor themselves instead.Â
Villain scoffed, beginning to lift up their leg, however they dropped their leg, the sides of their mouth quickly turned up, and into a mechanical, almost grin as Heroâs eyes began fluttering shut, their vision growing dark.Â
Hero tried to stand up once more, to preserve the tiny shred of dignity that they had left but, to their avail, they collapsed immediately, right into Villainâs arms.Â
Villainâs eyes had slightly widened, yet visibly softened as they saw their dear, precious, Hero fall limp into their arms, now fully unconscious. Not Supervillainâs, not Superheroâs, not Sidekickâs, but theirs.Â
Villain placed Hero against a wall gingerly, to grab, then wrap a plush set of bandages around Heroâs head, since it was the only place that was actually bleeding. Villain then lifted them up into a bridal carry, before kissing the top of Heroâs head, brushing their bangs aside.Â
They left the room, walking through the endless corridors of Villainâs hous-, no mansion-, a manor rather, resembling a pristine castle. After a few minutes of walking, they arrived at Heroâs room, or rather, âHeroâs lush cellâ, Villain said under their breath, mimicking Heroâs constant disapproval of being locked up in a room âagainst their willâ. Villain let out a small sigh, before kicking the door open, and placing Hero onto an enormous bed.Â
Villain grabbed the chains dangling on the bedâs headrest, clasping a separate chain around each of Heroâs arms. They moved back a bit, admiring their handiwork, contemplating whether or not they should chain Heroâs legs as well, so there was no chance of escape. Villain decided not to, however, since Hero would most definitely awaken to be very, very, dazy, given the state of their head.Â
They moved forward, trailing their fingers along the countless bruises littering Heroâs soft, plush skin. Given most of them were fresh, most appeared a bright red, however a few dark purple ones also resided, especially around Heroâs wrist, which was a multitude of colors, since it was Villainâs very apparent place to manhandle. Though the Hero was extremely lean and fit, they were just so⊠tiny.Â
Villain chuckled to themselves, as they moved down to Heroâs abs, drawing their fingers all over them. It was rather funny to Villain, that had they not drugged Hero, rendering them weak, Hero would have easily been able to attack back, and actually win. Hero was a miniscule little thing, well only to Villain really. Hero was around 5 '3, at max, which isnât even small to most, but given Villain stood at the glorious height of 6' 3, Hero resembled as a little figurine, to the Villain.Â
A gorgeous, little thing the Hero was. Â
âYou're so prettyâŠâ Villain cooed into Heroâs hair, causing Hero to rustle a little, however still remaining unconscious. Not wanting Hero to awake just yet, Villain having many, many things to prepare for the Hero, they left both Hero, and the room. They slid a few bolts, and a chain while marveling to themselves just how adorable Hero would be when they awoke.
Just before they left, they peered at Hero through the peephole, letting out a soft sigh at the sight of their pretty little hero, just so helpless.Â
Oh how much fun they would have the next day.Â
