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oooooh please please take his journal away and have us witness it
I intended this to be a short little thing and now itās 2,000 words and I have a follow up planned lmao. Takes place a few months into Asterās captivity <3
CW: captivity whump, implied past noncon, strangulation mention
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Aster shivered where he sat on the couch, curled up with his feet under him to keep warm. He could tell the weather was changing outside, it had been nearly unbearably cold in the basement lately. Heād had to ask Warren for more blankets, thicker socks, even slippers, all of which the man happily provided. Aster supposed he was lucky that he wouldnāt freeze to death down here, unpleasant as the whole situation was, at least he had that peace of mind.
He briefly glanced up at the TV, one of the few movies he had playing on low volume, before flipping to a page in the back of his journal and making another tally mark under the title of that movie. Heād officially watched every movie he owned ten times now. He then turned to a clean page, writing Friday across the top of it. He wasnāt sure of the exact date, though he suspected they were nearing the start of December, but Warren had let the day of the week slip once a few weeks ago. Aster had been clinging to that ever since, writing down the week day with every entry in his journal, finally able to maintain some sense of time.
Heād been writing in that journal every day since Warren gave it to him. He found immense comfort in continuing the routine heād kept at home, writing a little about his day, his thoughts, making notes of positive things that happened to him. He used to make a list every day, marking down every single positive thing he could think of, everything that might remind him life was worth living, and as his mental health improved he started listing only one thing for each day. He no longer felt like he was clinging to a lifeline made up of tiny positive moments, but he still wanted to keep track of the notable ones.
-Monday, Warren brought me dessert. Blueberry cheesecake. Still unsure whether he makes these himself or buys them.
-Tuesday, I made 26 paper stars in total. Will need to ask Warren for a jar to store them.
-Wednesday, Warren brought me thicker blankets to deal with the cold. One of them has a beautiful floral pattern.
-Thursday, we watched a movie with dinner, The Last Unicorn. My favorite.
-Friday, Warren let me sleep in. I donāt mind skipping breakfast if it means I get to sleep alone once heās left me.
He still had bruises from the night before, the usual around his wrists from struggling, on his hips, but this time around his neck as well. Warren didnāt usually strangle him, but he seemed to want to try something different last night- with no warning to Aster, of course. Heād hated it, in fact heād already told Warren once that he did not like it during sex, but Aster suspected thatās exactly why he did it.
Iāve been alone all day today. Itās been nice, relaxing really. Iāve watched every movie I own ten times now. I think Iāll need to ask Warren for more soon, but I need a break first. He always wants something in return and last night was too rough for me.
He looked up as he heard footsteps above him, Warren mustāve gotten home. Aster didnāt look forward to his arrival, but he knew it was inevitable. He didnāt find it as fear inducing as he once did, these days it was more like disappointment. He knew what to expect, Warren would probably bring him dinner, heād sit and talk with him, sometimes heād even stay and watch a movie with him. After that, more often than not, he would expect more. Aster considered himself lucky if he only had to put up with being fondled all evening. Any peace heād found in the last several hours would be ruined, Warren always made sure of that.
With the weather getting colder, I keep thinking about the holidays. I donāt think weāve gotten to Christmas quite yet, but we will. I keep thinking about my family, I didnāt think that last Christmas would be the last that I got to spend with them. It makes me feel guilty, as if any of this is my fault, but I just canāt stand the idea that they may be suffering during the holiday season because of me. I wish I could tell them I was okayā¦ well, Iām not okay. But I am alive, and I think that would ease their nerves somewhat. I would tell them that Iām okay anyway. Thereās no point in making them worry even more.
He continued writing, even as he heard the door finally being unlocked. There were three locks in total, he still wasnāt sure if they were meant to keep him in or to keep anybody else besides Warren out. He stayed focused on his journal, he wanted to at least finish up todayās entry before having to deal with Warren. He never felt he could rest until heād gotten his thoughts, his feelings down into words. The door opened, and Warren shut it behind himself as he walked in.
āAster, darling.ā He said, but Aster stayed focused on his journal, hastily trying to write down the last of his thoughts. āAster,ā He said again, but he still didnāt look up, he was almost done- and then the journal was suddenly ripped from his hands, his pen leaving a line of ink down the page.
āHey!ā He cried, looking up at Warren. āI was almost done with that!ā
āYou were being rude.ā Warren said simply, closing the book. āI havenāt seen you since this morning, surely it would not kill you to put your pen down for a second.ā
āWell surely it wouldnāt fucking kill you to give me a few more minutes!ā He got on his knees on the couch, trying to take it back from him, but Warren held it out of reach. āItās not like Iām fucking going anywhere!ā He growled, and Warren took the pen from him as well.
āStop swearing so much, itās unflattering.ā He told him, which only made Aster angrier.
āOh Iām so fucking sorry.ā He said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. āI forgot my one purpose in life is to make myself appealing to you.ā
āYou have a lot of attitude tonight.ā Warren said. āIām sorry for coming back so late, I told you-ā
āYes, I know. I just donāt care.ā He said bluntly. āCan I just have the damn journal back now?ā He asked, reaching for it again, but Warren took a step back. He looked at the journal briefly, before giving Aster that look he dreaded, that hint of a smile that told him Warren was going to ruin his night.
āNo.ā He said, and Asterās heart sunk. āI think itās too much of a distraction. You could use some time apart from it.ā
āWhat- a distraction?! Of course itās a fucking distraction, youād want a distraction too if you were locked in a basement all damn day!ā
āWhat did I just say about swearing?ā Warren asked him, and Aster groaned in frustration, he made one last effort to snatch it back but Warren pushed him backwards so he fell back onto the couch. āI understand that you must be restless, but if having it taken away makes you this much of a brat, then clearly youāre too dependent on it,ā He said, taking the pen Aster was still holding as well, āYou can have it back when I decide.ā
āWarren- you canāt do this.ā He insisted, sitting up and looking at him pleadingly, hoping if he just bat his eyelashes enough Warren would give in. āItās not like I have much else to do down here, I sure as hell donāt have anyone else to talk to-ā
āYou have me.ā Warren reminded him. āIt would be nice to hear your thoughts when I come home, rather than you trying to keep them to yourself in this book.ā
āBut thatās-ā
āAster,ā Warren said sternly, like he was talking to a whining child, āIāve already made up my mind.ā He told him. Aster hated it, but his eyes welled up with tears, he felt like he was having something as fundamentally necessary as food or water taken from him. Warren crossed the basement, over to his bed and nightstand, and Aster scrambled off the couch to follow after him, his chain dragging on the cement floor.
āWarren, please, I- Iām sorry, Iām really sorry.ā He said, hoping that if he begged nicely enough the man might take pity on him. āI promise, I-I wonāt ignore you again, I swear it, Iāll be good!ā He insisted, but Warren was unmoved, opening the drawer to his nightstand and taking the other notebook he had as well.
āYou will be good, once youāve learned your lesson.ā He told him, giving him a cold look before he turned and started walking away, leaving Aster standing there, desperately wracking his brain for any way he could think to convince him. āHonestly darling, you need to learn to accept the consequences of your actions, youāve been acting incredibly immature.ā He said, a few steps away from him. For some reason, that word, immature, flipped a switch for Aster. His fear and dread quickly turned to rage, his chest hurt as his heart hammered away.
āAre you serious- of course Iām fucking immature!ā He yelled at him, snatching the nearest stuffed animal off his bed and throwing it at Warrenās back. Warren tried to ignore it, which only made Aster angrier. āMaybe you shouldnāt kidnap a fucking twenty year old if you wanted somebody more fucking mature,ā His voice raised even more, he was practically screaming at him, begging for a reaction as he threw a pillow at the back of his head, āBut you like this, donāt you? You get off to this childish bullshit? I know you like āem young, just admit it you fucking freak!ā He finally got Warrenās attention with that, he dropped the books right there on the floor and whipped around, storming over to him.
Usually this wouldāve terrified Aster, but he was too angry to even care, trying to throw more things off his bed at him before Warren reached him. Aster had reached across his bed, grabbing a throw pillow to hit him with next, but as he stood up Warren swung his fist, punching him so hard he fell back into the nightstand, knocking the lamp to the floor. The glass flower shaped lampshade shattered on impact, but neither of them even registered the noise. He dropped to the floor, disoriented, he tried to brace his hand on the bed frame so he could get up but Warren grabbed a fistful of his hair, hauling him up so he could force him onto the bed. He climbed on top of him, straddling his legs so Aster couldnāt kick him away.
āGet off of me!ā He screamed, somehow still angry after that hit. He was hardly thinking anymore, consumed entirely by the rage he felt. āGet the fuck off me! I fucking hate you!ā
āEnough, Aster!ā Warren yelled at him, he slapped him across the face, again when he continued to struggle, and finally he drew back and punched him again, the sickening sound of his nose breaking under his fist drowned out by Aster wailing in pain. He finally went limp beneath him, sobbing and gasping as he gagged on the blood running down his throat.
āHa-hate you, I fuck-fucking hate you.ā He sobbed, his chest heaving as he struggled to breathe. Warren roughly grabbed him by the face, leaning down so Aster was forced to look him in the eyes.
āYou need to stop being such an ungrateful fucking bitch.ā He snarled. āRemember- everything you own is because of me. Iāve given you everything, and I can take it away. I thought you wouldāve learned this lesson after the kennel. Is that what you want- do you want me to put you back in the kennel?ā He asked, it was more a threat than a question, and when Aster was crying too hard to reply, he dug his nails into his jaw. āAnswer me.ā
āN-No!ā He cried. āNo- no I donāt- I donāt want that, Iāll be good I- I swear, I donāt want to go back there!ā
āThen stop acting like you do.ā He growled at him. āYouāre a smart boy, I know you know better than this. You know that too, donāt you?ā He said, and Aster nodded frantically.
āI-I do- I know better, Iām sorry, Iām sorry, Iāll behave!ā He insisted. Warren was still holding him tightly, studying his face with that cruel look in his eyes.
āIāll believe you when I see it.ā He finally said, and he got off of him, leaving Aster to curl up on his side, still crying his heart out as he listened to Warrenās footsteps retreat, only pausing once to snatch the journal and notebook off the floor on his way out.
oooooh please please take his journal away and have us witness it
I intended this to be a short little thing and now itās 2,000 words and I have a follow up planned lmao. Takes place a few months into Asterās captivity <3
CW: captivity whump, implied past noncon, strangulation mention
***
Aster shivered where he sat on the couch, curled up with his feet under him to keep warm. He could tell the weather was changing outside, it had been nearly unbearably cold in the basement lately. Heād had to ask Warren for more blankets, thicker socks, even slippers, all of which the man happily provided. Aster supposed he was lucky that he wouldnāt freeze to death down here, unpleasant as the whole situation was, at least he had that peace of mind.
He briefly glanced up at the TV, one of the few movies he had playing on low volume, before flipping to a page in the back of his journal and making another tally mark under the title of that movie. Heād officially watched every movie he owned ten times now. He then turned to a clean page, writing Friday across the top of it. He wasnāt sure of the exact date, though he suspected they were nearing the start of December, but Warren had let the day of the week slip once a few weeks ago. Aster had been clinging to that ever since, writing down the week day with every entry in his journal, finally able to maintain some sense of time.
Heād been writing in that journal every day since Warren gave it to him. He found immense comfort in continuing the routine heād kept at home, writing a little about his day, his thoughts, making notes of positive things that happened to him. He used to make a list every day, marking down every single positive thing he could think of, everything that might remind him life was worth living, and as his mental health improved he started listing only one thing for each day. He no longer felt like he was clinging to a lifeline made up of tiny positive moments, but he still wanted to keep track of the notable ones.
-Monday, Warren brought me dessert. Blueberry cheesecake. Still unsure whether he makes these himself or buys them.
-Tuesday, I made 26 paper stars in total. Will need to ask Warren for a jar to store them.
-Wednesday, Warren brought me thicker blankets to deal with the cold. One of them has a beautiful floral pattern.
-Thursday, we watched a movie with dinner, The Last Unicorn. My favorite.
-Friday, Warren let me sleep in. I donāt mind skipping breakfast if it means I get to sleep alone once heās left me.
He still had bruises from the night before, the usual around his wrists from struggling, on his hips, but this time around his neck as well. Warren didnāt usually strangle him, but he seemed to want to try something different last night- with no warning to Aster, of course. Heād hated it, in fact heād already told Warren once that he did not like it during sex, but Aster suspected thatās exactly why he did it.
Iāve been alone all day today. Itās been nice, relaxing really. Iāve watched every movie I own ten times now. I think Iāll need to ask Warren for more soon, but I need a break first. He always wants something in return and last night was too rough for me.
He looked up as he heard footsteps above him, Warren mustāve gotten home. Aster didnāt look forward to his arrival, but he knew it was inevitable. He didnāt find it as fear inducing as he once did, these days it was more like disappointment. He knew what to expect, Warren would probably bring him dinner, heād sit and talk with him, sometimes heād even stay and watch a movie with him. After that, more often than not, he would expect more. Aster considered himself lucky if he only had to put up with being fondled all evening. Any peace heād found in the last several hours would be ruined, Warren always made sure of that.
With the weather getting colder, I keep thinking about the holidays. I donāt think weāve gotten to Christmas quite yet, but we will. I keep thinking about my family, I didnāt think that last Christmas would be the last that I got to spend with them. It makes me feel guilty, as if any of this is my fault, but I just canāt stand the idea that they may be suffering during the holiday season because of me. I wish I could tell them I was okayā¦ well, Iām not okay. But I am alive, and I think that would ease their nerves somewhat. I would tell them that Iām okay anyway. Thereās no point in making them worry even more.
He continued writing, even as he heard the door finally being unlocked. There were three locks in total, he still wasnāt sure if they were meant to keep him in or to keep anybody else besides Warren out. He stayed focused on his journal, he wanted to at least finish up todayās entry before having to deal with Warren. He never felt he could rest until heād gotten his thoughts, his feelings down into words. The door opened, and Warren shut it behind himself as he walked in.
āAster, darling.ā He said, but Aster stayed focused on his journal, hastily trying to write down the last of his thoughts. āAster,ā He said again, but he still didnāt look up, he was almost done- and then the journal was suddenly ripped from his hands, his pen leaving a line of ink down the page.
āHey!ā He cried, looking up at Warren. āI was almost done with that!ā
āYou were being rude.ā Warren said simply, closing the book. āI havenāt seen you since this morning, surely it would not kill you to put your pen down for a second.ā
āWell surely it wouldnāt fucking kill you to give me a few more minutes!ā He got on his knees on the couch, trying to take it back from him, but Warren held it out of reach. āItās not like Iām fucking going anywhere!ā He growled, and Warren took the pen from him as well.
āStop swearing so much, itās unflattering.ā He told him, which only made Aster angrier.
āOh Iām so fucking sorry.ā He said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. āI forgot my one purpose in life is to make myself appealing to you.ā
āYou have a lot of attitude tonight.ā Warren said. āIām sorry for coming back so late, I told you-ā
āYes, I know. I just donāt care.ā He said bluntly. āCan I just have the damn journal back now?ā He asked, reaching for it again, but Warren took a step back. He looked at the journal briefly, before giving Aster that look he dreaded, that hint of a smile that told him Warren was going to ruin his night.
āNo.ā He said, and Asterās heart sunk. āI think itās too much of a distraction. You could use some time apart from it.ā
āWhat- a distraction?! Of course itās a fucking distraction, youād want a distraction too if you were locked in a basement all damn day!ā
āWhat did I just say about swearing?ā Warren asked him, and Aster groaned in frustration, he made one last effort to snatch it back but Warren pushed him backwards so he fell back onto the couch. āI understand that you must be restless, but if having it taken away makes you this much of a brat, then clearly youāre too dependent on it,ā He said, taking the pen Aster was still holding as well, āYou can have it back when I decide.ā
āWarren- you canāt do this.ā He insisted, sitting up and looking at him pleadingly, hoping if he just bat his eyelashes enough Warren would give in. āItās not like I have much else to do down here, I sure as hell donāt have anyone else to talk to-ā
āYou have me.ā Warren reminded him. āIt would be nice to hear your thoughts when I come home, rather than you trying to keep them to yourself in this book.ā
āBut thatās-ā
āAster,ā Warren said sternly, like he was talking to a whining child, āIāve already made up my mind.ā He told him. Aster hated it, but his eyes welled up with tears, he felt like he was having something as fundamentally necessary as food or water taken from him. Warren crossed the basement, over to his bed and nightstand, and Aster scrambled off the couch to follow after him, his chain dragging on the cement floor.
āWarren, please, I- Iām sorry, Iām really sorry.ā He said, hoping that if he begged nicely enough the man might take pity on him. āI promise, I-I wonāt ignore you again, I swear it, Iāll be good!ā He insisted, but Warren was unmoved, opening the drawer to his nightstand and taking the other notebook he had as well.
āYou will be good, once youāve learned your lesson.ā He told him, giving him a cold look before he turned and started walking away, leaving Aster standing there, desperately wracking his brain for any way he could think to convince him. āHonestly darling, you need to learn to accept the consequences of your actions, youāve been acting incredibly immature.ā He said, a few steps away from him. For some reason, that word, immature, flipped a switch for Aster. His fear and dread quickly turned to rage, his chest hurt as his heart hammered away.
āAre you serious- of course Iām fucking immature!ā He yelled at him, snatching the nearest stuffed animal off his bed and throwing it at Warrenās back. Warren tried to ignore it, which only made Aster angrier. āMaybe you shouldnāt kidnap a fucking twenty year old if you wanted somebody more fucking mature,ā His voice raised even more, he was practically screaming at him, begging for a reaction as he threw a pillow at the back of his head, āBut you like this, donāt you? You get off to this childish bullshit? I know you like āem young, just admit it you fucking freak!ā He finally got Warrenās attention with that, he dropped the books right there on the floor and whipped around, storming over to him.
Usually this wouldāve terrified Aster, but he was too angry to even care, trying to throw more things off his bed at him before Warren reached him. Aster had reached across his bed, grabbing a throw pillow to hit him with next, but as he stood up Warren swung his fist, punching him so hard he fell back into the nightstand, knocking the lamp to the floor. The glass flower shaped lampshade shattered on impact, but neither of them even registered the noise. He dropped to the floor, disoriented, he tried to brace his hand on the bed frame so he could get up but Warren grabbed a fistful of his hair, hauling him up so he could force him onto the bed. He climbed on top of him, straddling his legs so Aster couldnāt kick him away.
āGet off of me!ā He screamed, somehow still angry after that hit. He was hardly thinking anymore, consumed entirely by the rage he felt. āGet the fuck off me! I fucking hate you!ā
āEnough, Aster!ā Warren yelled at him, he slapped him across the face, again when he continued to struggle, and finally he drew back and punched him again, the sickening sound of his nose breaking under his fist drowned out by Aster wailing in pain. He finally went limp beneath him, sobbing and gasping as he gagged on the blood running down his throat.
āHa-hate you, I fuck-fucking hate you.ā He sobbed, his chest heaving as he struggled to breathe. Warren roughly grabbed him by the face, leaning down so Aster was forced to look him in the eyes.
āYou need to stop being such an ungrateful fucking bitch.ā He snarled. āRemember- everything you own is because of me. Iāve given you everything, and I can take it away. I thought you wouldāve learned this lesson after the kennel. Is that what you want- do you want me to put you back in the kennel?ā He asked, it was more a threat than a question, and when Aster was crying too hard to reply, he dug his nails into his jaw. āAnswer me.ā
āN-No!ā He cried. āNo- no I donāt- I donāt want that, Iāll be good I- I swear, I donāt want to go back there!ā
āThen stop acting like you do.ā He growled at him. āYouāre a smart boy, I know you know better than this. You know that too, donāt you?ā He said, and Aster nodded frantically.
āI-I do- I know better, Iām sorry, Iām sorry, Iāll behave!ā He insisted. Warren was still holding him tightly, studying his face with that cruel look in his eyes.
āIāll believe you when I see it.ā He finally said, and he got off of him, leaving Aster to curl up on his side, still crying his heart out as he listened to Warrenās footsteps retreat, only pausing once to snatch the journal and notebook off the floor on his way out.
one time this japanese fujoshi i follow on twitter posted "the bottom should have a bigger dick so that you can watch it bounce while they get fucked and the top should have a smaller dick so that it can go in easier. uke dicks should be big and decorative and seme dicks should be average size and functional" and honestly her mind
Warren: Darling, youāre acting very immature right now.
Aster: ā¦! No shit, idiot!! If you wanted to date someone āwith their brain fully developed,ā download tinder and date someone YOUR OWN AGE!
LMAOOOOO EXACTLY it drives Aster INSANE when he calls him immature or childish. Dude only recently turned twenty at the start of the story. Two years ago he had to ask permission to use the damn restroom. Of course heās a little āimmatureā!!!
the worst writing crime you can ever commit in my opinion is watering down the dirty talk because youāre self-conscious that it sounds like itās from a bad pornoā¦..i cannot stress this enoughā¦ā¦leave it alone. the moment you tell yourself he would not fucking say that youāre doomed. people will say almost anything if their dick is hard enough
I hope that your day gets better! Have you perhaps considered Warren forcing Aster to pleasure himself while recording it on his phone? And then he just has that video forever now.
Thank you anon <3 and Iām happy to report that I HAVE considered this ehehehe I think it would be fun :3c I think heād utilize the shock collar again, so Aster knows what the punishment will be if he tries to refuse, and then sits back and records the show. Iām sure he even makes him watch it back later on :3c
attackdog puppyplay where I rip your enemies to bloody pieces and then lay my head in your lap to hear āattaboyā and feel fingers in my sweaty, bloody hair
Warren: Darling, youāre acting very immature right now.
Aster: ā¦! No shit, idiot!! If you wanted to date someone āwith their brain fully developed,ā download tinder and date someone YOUR OWN AGE!
LMAOOOOO EXACTLY it drives Aster INSANE when he calls him immature or childish. Dude only recently turned twenty at the start of the story. Two years ago he had to ask permission to use the damn restroom. Of course heās a little āimmatureā!!!
There are times where Warren talks to and treats Aster like heās a child and while that wasnāt my intention when I started out it keeps happening and further adds to what a freak Warren is.
There are times where Warren talks to and treats Aster like heās a child and while that wasnāt my intention when I started out it keeps happening and further adds to what a freak Warren is.
How long is Aster trapped by Warren? How is he ultimately found/does he escape (or are those spoilers)?
As of rn I plan for him to be trapped there for a total of five years :3c As for how he escapes, Iāve been going back and forth on a few ideas, based on the dream I had that inspired this and how that escape went, but Iām also playing with some other ideas, truthfully Iām not even sure now and it could change the more I write them hehe
