Sn has been captured by the reapers and Carver takes the initiative to find out where his group is hiding, but things change and he tries other methods to get you to talk but little did he know that his group threw her to her death.
Carver: Tell me where your group is.
He demanded You winked at the arrogant idiot, your future assassin,
Y/n: I don't have a group.
You spat, blood dripping from your lips.
Carver: You could make this a lot easier if you'd just tell me where they are.
His eyes burned with anger. You didn't care about his welfare; you knew he wasn't going to let you live and you had accepted that.
Without another moment of silence, he smacked her across the face again, causing blood to splatter from her mouth.
Carver: I can do this all day.
you laughed, causing him to give you a disapproving look.
Carver: Me too honey, and I'll have so...
he then knelt in front of her face.
He pulled his lower lip between his teeth, that expression alone turning you on a little.
Carver: Tell me where they are... how many are there?
he gripped your jaw tightly, the pain of his blows making you hiss in pain.
His eyes roamed from her parted lips to her dark brown eyes, taking in her beautiful features.
Y/n: I'm alone.(you said this more in your head via the image of you being thrown by your ex group to the zombies or rotten under the gates of Alexandria knowing they must die)
You swallowed, feeling blood and drool running down your chin. His fingers dug. She was on the wooden handles of the chair, the rope tight around her wrists digging into her skin.
His eyes roamed over her face, slowly over her neck until her eyes were glued to his chest. The button-down shirt apparently lost a few buttons during its capture, so more than you'd like it to be exposed, but you really didn't care anymore.
He reached her side and pulled his big knife up, dragging it lightly over his dirty jeans and down to his stomach, resting the knife above the skin of his chest,
Carver: Are you sure about that?
His eyes darkened, and before you could respond, he plunged the knife into the fabric of your shirt along the buttons and cut all the way down, exposing your bra to him. You watched him intently as he held the blade between the middle of your bra, lightly cutting through the agonizingly slow material, your dark eyes meeting his.
Carver: I'll be back tomorrow.
He smiled, releasing the knife from his bra, and straightened up.
He laughed, patting your face lightly before walking out of the cell and turning off the light, leaving you alone in the pitch black.
You couldn't sleep, especially in the situation you were in, and you couldn't break free from the ropes to free yourself, so you were stuck waiting to see if the next morning would be your last life.
Hours later, the man returned, a terrifying mask covering his face, but you knew it was him from his height, build, and hair. You swallowed hard as you watched him hold a knife in one hand and a pistol in the other.
He silently approached you when he was directly between your legs, the mask looking at you. he pointed the gun at your head, and you couldn't help but close your eyes, thinking that this was finally the moment he would finish you.
Carver: Look scared at me.
You could tell he was smiling under the mask, and you blinked back and looked at him. He dragged the pistol to your temple, the cold metal making you nervous, and he continued to run it down your cheek until he got to the side of your lip, where he parted your lips.
you tried to say it, but the word came out muttered as he pushed the gun past your lips and into your mouth, silencing you behind the mask.
With another swift movement, the knife sliced through the rest of her bra fabric, exposing her bare chest to the cold air of the cell. You groaned around the gun, struggling in the uncomfortable chair to try to get the ripped clothing off the button to cover your breasts, ultimately failing.
Carver: Ready to chat now
he antagonized, running the blade over her delicate skin, leaving a small gash across her chest.
You groaned at the sting. His eyes darted to his front, where you could see his erection through his pants, then back to the mask. He pulled the gun from his mouth, a drop of drool coming out of the metal gun.
Carver: You really like that, don't you.
Your head tilted as he gripped your hair tightly, holding your head in place as he knelt between your legs, tucking the gun back into the holster around his belt, you swallowed, wondering what your next moves would be,
Carver: I have some ideas on how to solve this little problem.
He stood up and quickly undid his belt, pulling on his black cargo pants just enough to expose his rock-hard cock, the size taking you with him. completely by surprise.Carver: You bite and barely cut your throat.The tightness in your hair tightened as he basically pushed his cock between your lips, shocking you as he thrust in and out of your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and making you gasp. His nails dug into the wooden arm as his instinct was to grab your thighs as you sucked his cock.His moans under the mask were incredibly hot, and they turned you on completely, helping you feel more emotionally comfortable in this situation, not that he'd let you in physically. free and cut the rope from your wrist, slicing your skin once more and making you cry against his cock, heightening your pleasure and pleasure.But you ignored the pain and instantly grabbed his cock and started stroking along with sucking, making him moan more.Carver: Good girl.He groaned, continuing to grip her hair. Tears mixed with the drool on your chin as you took most of his length into your mouth, his cock throbbing between your lips.
Carver: Be a good girl and I won't kill you.he spat, slashing the rope on his other wrist, thankfully not cutting his skin this time.
Carver: Take off your clothes, now.he demanded, smacking her cheek, not enough to really hurt her, but enough to draw some blood into her mouth.You stood up, trying not to fall to the floor due to your wobbly and unsteady legs, and then pulled your dark jeans down along with the black panties you were wearing. Your masked face tilted a little once more as you stood naked in front of him, the cold air pinching your skin.His big hand grabbed your arm and pushed you across the room to where you thought you were going to fall to the floor until your stomach found the wooden table behind where you were sitting. He kicked her legs open and quickly crushed her upper body to the table, causing screams to escape her lips.Carver: Shut up.He groaned, positioning his tip against her soaked core.Before you could say anything, he slammed his entire length inside you, making you scream in pain due to his size you were definitely not used to.
Y/n: Fuck! you yelled, grabbing the side of the table as he hit you. You had never been taken like this before, not like you were taken many times, but never like this, and you enjoyed every second of his torture, you knew he wasn't going to let you live even after this.His constant dangerous jabs were making you crumble under his rough touch, your weapon still in one hand braced on the table and the other pushing your face hard against the offensively cold table.
Carver: I just might have to keep him close.he groaned with a dark laugh followingCarver: Using you as my personal fuck toy.breath, a guttural moan escaping his lips.
Carver: Do you want this? Huh? You filthy bitch.He laughed, the sound of their skin slamming against each other along with their moans and screams filling the room.
Y/n: You couldn't keep me.You laughed at the table.
Y/n: Nobody can.With one swift movement, he pushed her so her bare ass was sitting on the edge of the table, her legs still spread for him as his arousal oozed from her core.
Carver: Just wait and see.He said hungrily, darkness filling his eyes through the mask, and without even looking down, reconnected the two of you, where he continued to pump sinfully into you.When his thumb pressed hard against his clit, you groaned, knowing that if he continued this brutal torture, you would completely come undone.
Y/n: ahhh, shit.You groaned, holding tight to his forearm and with the other arm resting behind you to keep him steady.
Carver: The second you come, you're mine.He hissed dangerously, causing shivers to course through her body as he sensually massaged her slit, causing a mixture of screams and moans to pass through her parted lips.
Y/n: Y-you feel so good.you cried, digging your nails into his arm, him whistling in reaction to the pain you were causing him as he drew some blood, making you laugh.You could hear a little chuckle under his mask, confirming that he was enjoying everything... how a little sick, you thought, but you were in the same boat, you were enjoying it more than you realized, all parts, except for the assurance that you weren't going to survive this or, if you did, you'd be living down here waiting for more sick sex, but you've pushed that out of your mind for now.You slowly reached out to where the mask was and tried to remove it, wanting to see his face, but he stopped you, grabbing his hand and knocking. the-a painfully on the table, making you cry even louder.But that didn't stop you from trying again, consciously pushing your luck, you reached out again carefully and pulled the mask, this time it didn't stop you, he let you take off the scary mask and you put it on the table behind you Watching their expressions, the way his brows furrowed in pleasure, his lips parted as he let out little moans.He seemed to start rubbing your clit harder than before because you felt yourself approaching orgasm.Y/n: I-I-you moaned, closing your eyes tightly.Carver: Look at me.He demanded, and you obeyed and looked at him, feeling the heat fill your body, your moans and screams filling the room as your body was engulfed in pleasure, sending shockwaves through your body as he thrust hard along yours. orgasm, leaving you gasping against his clothed chest, his arms now holding you tight against his body as he continued to pound into your core, his thrusts getting sloppy, showing he was approaching his orgasm as well.You pulled your face away and looked at him, watching his face as he writhed in pleasure, your eyes never leaving his as he rode his orgasm inside you, leaving you breathless and exhausted.He pulled back, his length slowly sliding out of you, but his eyes never leaving yours, he didn't seem to know what to say, and truth be told, neither did you.You felt his seed drip off you and looked down to see his cum dripping from the table onto the concrete floor.Carver: We uh, we have plan b. he swallowed, pulling his pants up and fastening his belt. "I'll bring you some clothes." He said taking some keys out of his pocket and opening the cell door behind him, gesturing for you to go inside.You didn't know what happened, everything changed in a split second, he wasn't being as cruel as he was before the two of you had sex, or as arrogant as he normally was, it was a strange feeling. But you got up from the table, your seed running down his legs as you tried to cover his chest, past him and into the small cell.He closed it behind you and quickly disappeared, leaving you alone in the dark cell once more, this time more confused about what was going to happen to you.
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