MARY KLINE X FEM ASYNC READER ⋆˙⟡♡
Summary: you’re an Async employee who one day meets Mary Kline on the job. During your long journey through thr backrooms, you develop an intimate relationship with her, leaving you no choice but to leave with her once finding an exit. The unexpected happens, and due to Mary’s traumas, she locks you in her house to keep you to herself, and be the mother she never got to have.
Warnings/contains: NSFW/18+ content, kidnapping, NEAR-SUICIDE and severe emotional crisis, blood, mommy kink, entities, and some canon to movie and short film and some things not.
Authors note: this is my first ever fanfiction so pls be nice and it’s just for fun and the story so don’t take my writing seriously, there will mostly likely be some mistakes. but pls do leave feedback if u liked it 💛
Chapter one: The Encounter
You’ve spent enough time in the Backrooms to know those footsteps did not belong to a Still-life. They were soft, hesitant, like a rabbit. You were back at one of the Async Institute bases, laid back, listening to the same repetitive sound of static coming from the barley working speakers. All was normal, until the sound of footsteps emerged from the speakers.
Immediately you were puzzled. Normally, the sound of footsteps by Still-life’s are predictable, unbalanced, loud, and plodding. But they seemed to be very hesitant and steady. You quickly lunged out of your chair, and pressed the footage TVs on button repeatedly until the glitchy screen flicked on. You scrolled through each camera footage, looking closely at each one. The screen began to delay, and to fix it, you bang the side of the TV with your palm. “Stupid fucking thing!” You shouted directly into the screen.
Seconds later, you swing your hand into the top of the TV, smacking the life back into the screen. camera #14s footage comes on, and a woman appears on the screen. The woman was about ten feet away from the camera, with her back turned to it. The only thing telling you that it was a woman was her hair, other than that, everything was a complete blur. The camera must’ve had a crack in it, or possibly have gotten water dropped onto it.
You watched her for a long moment, studying her, trying to figure out how to approach the situation, until suddenly, you were interrupted when the camera went crashing down, hitting the floor, causing a sound of shattered glass through the speakers. The screen went completely black, and after scrolling through each camera footage, you realized that those too have gone black. You knew this meant that the rooms were changing themselves, and the sudden urge to help the woman overtook you. You gathered your equipment and headed out to search for the mysterious woman you saw in the footage, wishfully thinking of bringing her to safety.
The farther you went, you managed to recognize the area you were in on the map, though it appeared to be slightly different. Some hallways and room shifted sideways, and camera #14 was now halfway sunken into the ground. You knew this would make it difficult to find the woman. She could be anywhere by now, and the clock is ticking until the entire place changes, and you will be lost with no direction back to base.
Picking up your pace, you ran, dodging sunken in chairs, piles of laundry, and random holes in the ground where the bottom was unpredictable. One corner you took revealed a large sized vent, with the cover laying on the ground next to it. You took it as a sign, and climbed through. The vent was snug, and the plasticy hazmat suit you wore that was overlay big on you scraped the walls of the vent, making it even more difficult to make it through smoothly.
On the other side, was a completely new area. It was hot this time, and around you were houses that all looked the same, halfway coming out of the same yellow walls. The floor was entirely different, once carpet, now concrete that was seemingly normal. The houses were blue, with white doors, and in front of them were perfectly round bushes, protected by brown picket fences. The only thing disturbing the repetitiveness of the houses was one of the doors was left wide opened.
You closed the door behind you, slowly, and Inside of it looked like a disorganized house, although certainly not a home. To the left was a smaller sized room, with brown couches overlapping each other unnaturally. And to the right was an off-putting kitchen looking space, with tile as the floor, and an old wooden kitchen table. Straight ahead, a long hallway and random walls and corners stretched out. “Hello?” You blurted. You’re still for a moment, your ears perched for any sudden movement, or perhaps a reply.
A figure peeked from behind a wall in the distance about ten feet away. “Whose there?” You let out another call. “You can come out,” you added. Seconds later she reveals herself. Once you saw her clearly, you became rather nervous. You’ve now seen the pretty face that went with the scruffy, medium length chestnut hair. The front pieces that perfectly framed her face in the way it deserves separated, and stuck to the sides of her face.
She dressed maturely with a button down shirt with an evenly distributed pattern of what looked like an abstract painting. It was slightly unbuttoned, revealing a golden necklace that glistened in the light. Immediately your eyes traveled down her body. She stood awkwardly, wearing dark brown pants and wearing flats on her feet that nearly matched them. you tried swallowing the lump in your throat and took a deep breath, still studying the woman, unsure of what move to make next. You realized the weird look on her face may have been due to the situation of what you were wearing.
Quickly you unzip the top of the suit, revealing the gas mask that protected your face. Then you pulled the gas mask off, and ran your hands through your hair, pushing your sweaty bangs back. The woman’s face softened, and she took a long deep breath. “Where are we?” The woman let out with a sigh. You step closer. “Whats your name?” You ask in return. “Mary,” she said hesitantly, “who are you? What is this place?” You look around nervously, “a very unexplainable place,” you show her your badge, which had your name on it along with the company’s name, “I work here.”
Mary looked at it closely, her eyes scanned you again, as if doing so would help her understand. “Let me take you back to my base, where we’re safe,” you suggested, but it came out more like a question. You turn around, and she follows.
After a few minutes of awkward silence and trying your best to follow the map back to base, the map begins to not make sense. You swung your backpack off, and began to dig for your radar, while Mary stood there anxiously. Then in your hand, you switched the radar on, and held it in every direction until the ticks began to move up once you pointed it to the left.
On your way back, Mary suddenly let out a gasp and cupped her nose. Blood began to gush out of the crevices of her fingers, and dripped onto her shirt, then onto the floor. “Oh my gosh,” you stuttered, “let me see what I have.” For the second time you dig through your bag in a hurry, blood still dripping from her nostrils. “Do you get nosebleeds often?” You asked. “No, but I feel really thirsty,” she said.
In your bag, there was nothing but a flashlight, markers, a watch, and an extra gas mask. “Shit. I have nothing,” you began to feel bad, so you decided to unzip your suit and rip a piece off from your old white t-shirt that you were wearing under it. “You didn’t have to,” she said through a soft laugh. “Don’t worry about it,” you smiled.
There was something about Mary that made it nearly impossible to focus on anything else but her face when looking at her. She held the piece of t-shirt up to her nose. You detached yourself from a long stare, “Anyways, think that should work for now. Let’s keep going.”
You pick up your pace again, continuing the uncertain walk back to base, and after a few minutes, she broke the silence. “Why do you need the gas mask?” She asked. “Well, this place is pretty unpredictable. We never know if there’ll be something harmful in the air. We’ve seen a lot of weird and dangerous stuff in here.”
“Yeah, there’s many of us. Employees, anyway.”
She nodded with a distinctive expression. “So, you guys just explore the area?” She asked. You kept getting distracted by her voice, that had an accent you weren’t quite sure was from where, and you felt too silly to ask, but you did know you liked it.
“We explore, but we spend most of our time just trying to understand it. But it’s nearly pointless, everything that’s ever been, is in here,” How could you explain something impossible to someone? Not even you or anybody understood what this place was. “It’s a lot to explain. Nobody understands it, not even us,” you added.
“Oh! Right this way,” you gestured her over towards a long hallway, which you recognized. There was a light at the end of the hall, and the marker you put down came into vision.
Finally, after arriving at base, you grab a chair for Mary and place it next to yours. “Let me clean you,” you insisted. She nodded in agreement and sat down while you searched the drawers of the table for something to clean the blood. You pulled out a pack of tissues and one canteen of water. You poured some water onto the tissue, and leaned in to clean her nose. Getting a better look at it, you can’t help but notice her features. Roundish eyebrows followed by her small brown eyes. Everything went together so well.
Once her nose was clear of blood, you awkwardly began to uncrust the blood on her lips. She parted them slightly, and smiled with her eyes, looking right into yours. The tissue wasn’t quite doing the job, so you decided to use your fingers to try and rub the blood from her lower lip. “Here, drink as much as you need,” you said, putting the canteen of water into her hand. With no hesitation, she moaned as she chugged the water, forcing you to smile and let out a light chuckle. “What?” She smiled back at you. You fought the smile and hid your face. “I just think it was kinda cute,” you say under your breath. “What was that?” She asked. You're now turned fully around, too nervous to look her in the eye. “Nothing,” you said, pretending to look at something important on the table.
The warm feeling of being flustered broke when something came crashing through a door not too far away, it was so quick you barely had any time to think. It appeared to be a still life of a man dressed in a yellow pirate costume with blue sleeves, paired with a pirate hat. One leg was normal, but the other seemed to be the leg of a chair. His face, per usual, was deformed. One eye was larger than the other, making it seem like one half of his face was drooping.
“Mary! Run!” You point to the hall to which you guys arrived through. She stood there and looked at the Still-life with a dismayed expression. “Go!” You shouted, and she darted off, and by the time you gathered not even half of your things, the Still-life flipped the table onto its back, causing everything to come crashing down onto the floor. The TV fell right onto you, making you fall right onto your back.
The still life lunged forward, nearly catching your ankle. Still on your back, you pull your knee towards you, and force your foot into his face with all your strength. Blood squirted everywhere, including your face, and he recoiled back, letting out a grunt. You managed to get back onto your feet, and stumbily, you ran into a chair, causing you to trip. You landed in Mary’s arm unexpectedly, as she grabbed your hand and yanked your arm so hard you could feel your shoulder pop, before you both sprinted away.
Aimlessly, she pulls you through many rooms, hallways, and doors, until she stops to catch her breath once she pulls you both into a long, dark tunnel going through one of the walls. Her heavy breathing turned into a sob. Sat beside her, you put a arm around her. “It’s okay, don’t cry,” you say in an unhurried pace. You began to caress her shoulder, unsure if that was the right move. She continued to sob, and you could tell it wasn’t from fear, but genuine sadness. “Are you okay?” You ask breathlessly. “No,” she said tremblingly as she cupped her face with her hands, sobbing into them.
“What’s wrong?” You ask, trying to understand. “I know him, that guy. He’s my patient, that creature…God, this is all my fault,” She uncovered her face and wiped her own tears.
“Don’t blame yourself, it’s not your fault he tried to—“
“It is my fault, she interrupted, “I was supposed to help him, but I just made things worse”
“Hey, you did your job. Some people just aren’t fixable, you tried your best.” Suddenly her expression softened, and her breathing became more steady. “Nobody’s ever told me that before, I guess I never considered that. Maybe you are right,” she sniffed, as you began to rub her back. This seemed to soothe her as she leaned in, resting her head on your shoulder as she shook.
“So, who exactly are you guys?” She asked, “At first, it was just a manufacturer of MRI machines, before turning to dimensional research,” you said, “It’s mostly scientists, but some of us come in here, and gather information for them. Mary turned to you and looked you up and down for a moment. “I’m sorry but…why would they let you walk around in that thing? She let out a snort of laughter. “What, this?” You said as you tugged on your suit, "I know, it’s huge on me,” you laughed at yourself.
Her gold necklace kept catching your attention, you've discovered that it’s in the shape of the heart. The necklace was distracting, but the way her shirt was unbuttoned revealing the outline of her chest was even more distracting. You kept glancing shamefully, and you notice her necklace clasp is next to the heart charm. “What are you looking at?” Mary looked down at her chest. “Your necklace is messed up,” you said, leaning in to fix it.
You look down the tunnel, and notice the room on the other side has a big wet spot in the middle of the carpet, which usually means that there is a pool nearby. Then you got an idea. “Let’s go jump in the pool,” you suggested. Mary laughs, “what pool?” “Well, I guess I should say pools, there’s many of them. The carpet over there is wet,” you said, pointing at it, “usually wet carpet means a pool isn’t too far away. I could use it anyway,” you said as you pointed at the blood on your face. Mary laughs in return, shrugging, “might as well.” You both crawl on your hands and knees through the long dark tunnel, and jump out the other side. The room was smaller than on the other side, with the same yellow walls. A long hallway stretched out about fifty feet with patches of wet carpet all the way down.
The carpet squelched under your feet, sloshing louder and louder with each step. “That’s creepy,” Mary said, pointing a finger at a painting of a beach with a sun that had an eerie face. The beach was disproportioned, like the person who painted its only experience with a beach was from cartoons.
The next room was completely different. Even smaller, and the walls were of shiny, white tiles, and the air was humid, reeking of mildew and chlorine. You both stepped in, each step causing a small splash, as there was a thin layer of water spread onto the floor. The floor cut off into a spiral staircase of the same tile. “Try not to slip,” you warned her.
You cupped your hand over hers, leading her down the slipper staircase mindfully. After about one minute, you were suddenly stopped when a small blue bucket filled with water sat on the next stair. You carefully bumped the bucket with the tip of your foot, causing water to spill out. The water was green and thick and once you got closer, you realized this was one of the sources of the mildew smell. “The hell?” You cover your nose. You steadily step over the bucket, guiding Mary over it as well.
After what felt like forever, you finally make it to the end of the staircase. The area was massive, spread out with random pillars, pools of all different sizes, even a few colored water slides coming out of the walls. The mildew smell was still present, but not as strong. You drop your bag and begin to unzip your suit, causing a ripple of echoes. Mary stared hesitantly as you prepared to swim.
“You ready?” You asked. “How much should I take off?” She asked in return. “Whatever you are comfortable with,” you said as you pull your T-shirt over your head, and throw it into a pile with your suit, then doing the same to the pants, leaving you only in your bra and underwear. Mary’s eyes darted everywhere but you awkwardly. She looked at you up and down once and took a deep breath, before turning around and beginning to unbutton her shirt.
She wore a black bra with black lace and black and white polka dot underwear to go along with it. She turned around and wrapped her arms around her lower stomach as you collectively stride to the entrance of the pool, which had a metal railing and tiled steps. Mary dipped her big toe into the water, testing it, before stepping fully in and lingering on the highest step. “How is it?” You asked. “It’s pretty cold, she shivered. “Can’t be that bad,” you said, sending a playful smirk her way. You tiptoed next to her, plotting to jump in.
You dived into the water, letting your entire body weight send a wave of water to perfectly lunge in her direction. Just before your head emerged into the water, you heard her let out a loud gasp, causing you to let bubbles of laughter under the water. You let yourself reach the bottom of the pool with your feet, which to your surprise, didn’t take as long as expected.
You then push off with the tip of your toes, charging out of the water head first, to find Mary standing there now shivering even more, hugging herself. She looked with an unblinking, hostile stare which then transformed into a smile, rolling her eyes. She paused for a moment, then plunged herself fully into the water, splashing you on her way. “It's freezing!”
“You just have to get used to it,” you said, swaying your arms and legs in circles, barely holding your head above the water. You sent another splash her way, causing her to flinch as the water hit her face, getting the top of her fully soaked. She kept her eyes shut for a moment as water dripped down her face, until unexpectedly shoving as much water as she can your way.
It escalated into a splash war, with shared laughter in between each splash, echoing off the walls. Mary smiled so hard it nearly looked as though it hurt. Each laughter became louder and louder, breaking the awkwardness between the both of you. It was refreshing, having not felt as much joy as this moment since before getting lost here. You almost forgot where you were entirely. The look of Mary’s smiling eyes and the sound of her giggles could make anyone forget where they were. You also couldn’t help but notice how radiant she looked even when her hair was wet and pushed back. Nothing could disturb her captivating look, and not when going underwater could erase her face from your mind.
After countless dives and water getting in your ear, the energy of you both subsided, and gradually you both made your way back to the steps where you sat to rest. Mary fully got out of the pool, and laid on her back on the tile floor, catching her breath. You took the chance to admire her. Not that it made much of a difference, you never really stopped. She looked overwhelmingly appealing this way. With her hair wet, her skin glistening in the light, and her collarbone on full display. Her pulsating chest drew your attention to her collarbone, and you noticed her hardened nipples were perfectly outlined due to her soaked silky bra.
She took a deep breath and turned her head towards you, and looked up at you with shiny eyes and a smile. She started to run her fingers through her hair, and suddenly her expression changed. “Oh my god,” she said, “my hair is so tangly.”
“I have a brush,” you said as you jumped up to reach for your bag. She sat up as well, and waited patiently. After digging through your bag and finding the brush, you sat next to her. You handed her the brush, but she declined. “Can you do it, please?” “Uh sure,” you said as you got onto your knees, and began sectioning her dripping hair, and brushing through carefully starting from the bottom.
It felt surprisingly relaxing to run your fingers through her hair, and you managed to lightly massage her head at the same time of brushing. She let out a soft moan, which you took as a sign to continue. “That feels good,” she whispered, as she looked back at you, with lips slightly parted. She visibly looked you up and down, and smiled.
Your attention was no longer on her when a seagull came flying in from the distance. The sound of its wings flapping caused a ripple of echoes that caused a sudden heavy drop in your stomach paired with a scolding rush of heat. You both jumped back as the seagull rushed past you, crashing into the wall full speed. The bird screeched as it hit the ground, with blood squirting in every direction. You both froze in place. Your breath finally caught up once you realized it was harmless, but Mary was still freaked out. She jumped up and tried to run away, but you stopped her.
“Mary! Don’t worry. Everything's okay,” you shouted, as you put your hands on her arms, hoping to keep her from running away. “I wanna leave, I’m scared,” her voice slurred, and she was completely out of breath. “We’ll get you out of here, don’t worry,” you said as you tucked her wet hair behind her ears, resting your palms on her cheeks. Her panicky eyes darted everywhere, and she was still breathing heavily. “Look at me,” you said sternly, “you’re okay, you’ll get out of here. I’ll make sure of it. Take a deep breath, please.” She filled her lungs with air and shakily breathed out, while shutting her eyes.
Suddenly Mary flinched, looking towards the pools, “What was that?” She whispered. “What was what?” She whispered, as her wide eyes scanned the area. “The splashing, you didn’t hear that?” She cried. “There’s nothing there, okay?” You reassured her, “let’s get out of here,” you said as you began to get dressed into your t-shirt and jeans, leaving the sweaty hazmat suit in your bag.
Chapter three: Dance With Me
“What’s that?” She asked. “Sounds like another one of those radios, let’s follow it.” You responded, as you led the way.
As you turned a corner a radio appeared. It sat on a yellow bench, and it was clear that whoever was talking, didn’t speak English. Then another sound wandered into earshot from afar, but this time it was music. Mary tuned in, trying to listen closer, then her face lit up. “I know that,” she exclaimed, as she began to follow the sound, with you following her from behind.
It was another small radio, sitting lonely on yet another yellow bench. A song you recognized blared loudly through the speakers. Ulterior motives. “I really love this song,” Mary exclaimed, as she began to move her body so confidently like she had been waiting this whole time for this very moment. Her damp hair caught your attention as it bounced off of her shoulders while she swung her arms over her head effortlessly yet seamlessly to the song. It was unbelievable how someone could know just the right way to move to make someone feel so fuzzy.
The way she moved, it was difficult not to gaze at her long legs as they jumped up and down. She held eye contact with you nearly the entire time, while smiling at you playfully, flashing her small dimples. You weren’t even the one dancing and you began to sweat, the way she melted her upper body into her lower body effortlessly as she danced. It’s like she knew exactly where you were looking. You didn’t want to disrupt this moment, so you stood there awkwardly and stared. It was almost too intense, her beauty. “Dance with me, I wanna see you,” she said as she reached out her hands, palms up.
You couldn’t say no to her, despite how nervous you were. You softly clasped your hands with hers, mincing your feet anxiously towards her. Immediately she pulled you in, and glanced up and down at your eyes then to your lips back and forth. Her lips were parted slightly as she stared down at you, it made your heart beat so fast you had to look away.
It seemed the more nervous you were, the more confident she was. She noticed you were trying to match her rhythm, but failed, which caused her to let out a laugh.
She detached her hands from yours and grabbed your waist, guiding it to synchronize with hers. It was intimidating, the way she looked at you with not an ounce of insecurity. She was so confident in her body, it made her even more beautiful, which you thought was impossible.
As she moved, you got whiffs of her perfume mixed with musk, and for some reason, you couldn’t get enough of it, so you inched your face closer to her chest as you placed your hands on her shoulders. Mary looked down at you and twitched her lips, looking intensely at yours. Her breath became shaky, and suddenly it occurred to you what she was going to do.
She slid her hands underneath your t-shirt, and gripped your bare waist as she leaned her head down and pressed your lips together. Immediately you melted into her, letting her take you away completely. She lightly pressed your back up against the wall, and pulled your t-shirt over your head, and unclipped your bra. She then stepped back, allowing you to do the same to her.
Immediately once her bare chest was exposed, she pushed your face into her breast and threw her head back as your lips landed tightly over her nipple. The feeling of her fingers gently massaging your scalp caused you to involuntarily whimper. “That’s good,” Mary groaned as she tugged on your hair. Occasionally you switched back and forth from each nipple, while maintaining eye contact, watching her eyes roll back as she groaned.
She forcefully detached you from her breast, and dropped her hands down to then unzip your pants. You jerked as her unhesitant hands slid your jeans down, along with your still damp underwear. The feeling of her eyes on you while you were exposed made you feel tingly in the best way possible, making it even more warmer down there than it already was.
“Lift your leg,” Mary demanded, as she scooped underneath your thigh and lifted your leg to rest on her hip while supporting it with her hand. She leaned in for another sloppy kiss, “you wanna be touched?” She asked teasingly, with a playful smirk. “Mhm,” was all you could get out. She looked into your eyes so intensely, like she was trying to figure out the exact color of them.
With her free hand, she glided her soft finger tips up and down your wetness, causing you to jerk back slightly. “It’s okay,” she whispered, as she circled around your throbbing clit with her thumb. A whimper escaped you, and she did it back, as if she felt it too. Every time her thumb collided with your clit it got more sensitive, causing you to shake.
Mary chuckled at your trembling, as she pressed her wet lips against your cheek and neck. As she suctioned the skin of your neck between her teeth, she slid two fingers in your hole, forcing an airy moan out of you, as you tried to keep it in by biting your lip.
Each thrust caused you to arch your back as she went deeper and curled her fingers more to fit just perfectly, while her thumb continued to poke at your clit. Your hand reached for Mary’s arm to give it a tight squeeze out of pleasure, as you began to shake so much that you could feel the sweat emerging from your forehead and neck. You started to rock your hips up and down, making sure to get every inch of her fingers. Just the look of Mary’s face focused only on you, and her veins and muscles popping out of her arms as she penetrated you, was enough to overwhelm you. Her arms were lengthy and delicate, yet so beautiful.
You shakenly stretched your arm to squeeze her breasts, moaning even louder than before. “Mommy,” you whispered so softly that you yourself hardly even heard it. It came out so quickly, you had no time to think about it. You could feel a pause in Mary’s motion, before she started to go even faster.
“Come on mommy’s fingers, baby,” she purred in your ear, sending a tingly feeling all the way to your feet. You began to tighten around her fingers, holding your breath as you could feel yourself get tense.
Until you came, letting out a deep gasp, forgetting about everything except that Mary Kline's fingers were deep inside you, making you twitch and arch your back so far, she nearly couldn’t hold you up anymore. Mary watched her motion as she began to slow her pace, making sure to completely lather her fingers in your come.
“Good girl…” she groaned, as she pulled out her pruney fingers to then taste them. She grabbed your face for one more kiss, tasting every corner of your mouth with her tongue, ensuring that you also tasted yourself. Mary turned and put her back up against the wall, “get down on your knees,” she said, holding intense eye contact as she watched you do just as she said.
“Take off my clothes,” she commanded. There was nothing in the world you wouldn’t do for this woman. You promptly removed her pants and underwear, “look at me,” she hissed. She raised slightly on her tip toes, opening her legs just enough to spread herself open, exposing her already wet clit. “Stick out your tongue,” she said, as she gripped your hair, tilting your head back. She pulled your face to her clit, immediately rubbing it up and down, your tongue instantly filled with her coppery tangy wetness. “Fuck,” Mary instantly lets out a whimpery gasp.
You stayed still on your knees, letting Mary rub herself over your face, careless whether or not on your tongue. “Keep fucking looking at me,” she ordered, as she tilted your head back even further by your hair. She looked so good from this angle, so did her vibrating breast, that even though breathing was limited, the roughness was no problem.
You reached your arms around her, and gripped her soft ass tightly, as she continued to whimper. You’re doing so good,” she sighed, “put your tongue in me.” At this point she was in complete control, riding your tongue, with a feral, clawing urgency. “Let me come on your pretty little face, baby girl,” she urged, as she pulled your face so close that nearly your entire tongue was inside of her, thrusting in and out. until she fastened her paste, gripping your hair even harder.
Seconds later her thighs lock around your head, and her whimpering turns to harsh moaning as her liquid pours out of her, going straight down your tongue into your throat. You slurped every last bit, not letting any go to waste. Pulling your head away, she released the tight grip of your hair and caressed your sweaty cheek, looking down at you.
Mary was still trying to catch her breath, as she sat beside you against the wall. Mary turned and glanced at you smiling. Her cheeks were rosy and the brown in her eyes were brighter than they ever were. It was a look you knew you could never forget, and for the first time, a sense of hope poured over you.
You rested your head on her shoulder, and nuzzled her warm neck, as she massaged your irritated scalp. The sensation of being in her arms canceled out everything else that mattered, and you felt safe for the first time since being in here. Your thoughts were interrupted when a man’s voice emerged from your backpack.
Your eyes widened, “shit.” You suddenly clicked into reality when you recalled that the other employees were trying to contact you. You were way out of bounds, which could get you in major trouble. “Who is it?” Mary asked, as you jumped up to grab the radio that was deep in your bag. “Hello? Are you there?” You recognized the voice, it was Phill, a scientist and investigator for the Async institute. He was the one that found you. “Yes, I’m here!” You shouted through the speaker, holding the talk button down. “Who’s that?” Mary whispered. “Huh? Who was that?” Phill asked, “who are you with?” You shushed Mary, “nobody, I'm by myself.”
“Where the hell are you?” Phill blurts out.
“You need to get back immediately,” Phill cut you off. You look up to Mary, “we have a long trip to make.”
Mary was in complete and utter shock once she saw the facility. “You need to stay over there while I talk to them, okay?” You advised Mary. These words began to visibly worry her. “What’s gonna happen to me if they see me?” You knew exactly what would happen to her if they saw her, but worrying her more was the last thing you wanted to do. “I’m not sure, but it’s best if you stay here for now. I won’t be long, okay?” You gave her a quick hug, and guided her to a hiding spot not far from the facility.
“When I’m done, I’ll come get you,” you said “and we will get you out of here.” Mary nodded, as she hid behind a wall. You gave her hand a tight squeeze, “I’ll be back.”
Phill was waiting at the entrance, arms crossed. He cautiously darted his eyes around, before shutting the large door behind you both with a button. “Are you hurt?” He asked. “No,” you said, shaking your head. “Why’d you go out so far?” He asked suspiciously. “I got chased,” you said, not necessarily lying but not telling the whole truth. “We’re going out on an investigation. You need to stay here and keep watch.”
“Of course,” this was the best thing he could have possibly said.
Once they headed out, you found Mary, and brought her in. “Through here,” you took her through the long hallways of the facility, passing the science rooms, where she witnessed different entities laid down on tables, being tested on. The closer to the exit to the normal world you got, the more you wished time would slow down.
The big exit signs came into view, and Mary paused her steps. You turn around to see Mary standing, she almost looked sick. “What’s the matter?” You asked, rubbing her arm. “I don’t want to leave you here, what’s gonna happen to you?” Her voice shook. “You don’t have to worry about me, I’ll be okay, just worry about you getting home safe,” you said, reassuring her. The look on her face was unbearable. You tried to hide it, but the thought of never seeing or feeling her again sickened you.
You both trotted to the wall, where blue tape attached to the wall in a rectangle outlined the exit. “Go with me, please,” she begged, “I want to be with you.” Just those words pulled you in. Your mind raced with every possible outcome.
You knew they’d search for you, and maybe eventually find you. “I don’t know if I can, what if they find me?” You cried. “They won’t,” you said as she unzipped your suit, and threw it on the ground. You swung your backpack off, and took her hand, trusting her, as she instantly yanked you through the exit.
During the drive back, after endless thank you’s, Mary insisted on you staying with her that night. She was visibly in distress, and you couldn’t blame her. The two of you were both overly exhausted and malnourished, and you knew how much it would help to have each other’s company.
Immediately stepping foot into her house, her strong scent laced you with comfort. It was indescribable, her scent. The living room was cold, but you were warmed knowing it all belonged to her. She stood awkwardly in front of a mysterious door and waited for you to finish setting your bag down. The couch instantly pulled you in as the safest option to sit.
“Do you like oatmeal?” She asked as she walked into the kitchen, setting a glass bowl onto the counter. “Yeah I do,” you exclaimed, sitting on the edge of the couch.
You weren’t sure what, but there was something off about Mary’s energy. It seemed like something shifted as soon as you guys got into the car, raising a kind of awkwardness in you. You caught her eyes glued right on you from the kitchen, completely pausing what she was doing as she stared a few times. “Is everything okay?” You finally got the courage to ask. “It will be, sweetheart, don’t worry,” she said through a smile, as she walked over and sat down carefully on the couch, holding a bowl of steaming oatmeal with a mitten underneath.
She transferred the bowl to the coffee table, “lay back,” she said as she lifted a spoon full of oatmeal. Expecting her to push it into her mouth, she instead held it up to your mouth. Confusion came over you once again, but a part of you understood she just wanted to be helpful, after thanking you endless times for how much you helped her.
She fed herself as well, and continued until the bowl was clean. Once the food settled, and your stomach was full, energy fulfilled you.
“I’m gonna get in the shower,” she told you, as she stood up and stepped into the hallway. “You’re not gonna go anywhere, are you?” She asked, as she paused and turned around. “No,” you said, “why would I?”
“Why don’t you just get in with me?” She suggested. Again you were filled with confusion, but the idea sounded rather nice.
Mary shut the door and promptly began to take off every piece of clothing you had on, then doing the same to herself.
Steadily you both step into the warm shower, and Mary unhooks a loofa and buries it in soap. “Let me wash you,” she insisted, and before you could say anything, she began to massage your back with the loofa. Mary evenly lathered the soap from inch to inch, making her way down all the way to your feet.
As she scrubbed your hair with her soapy nails, was when the exhaustion really hit you. “That feel good baby? She asked. “Mhm,” you mumbled, and your eye lids became heavy, you felt you could rest to sleep right there. She continued to stand over you, and began lathering the soap over both of you. Mary wrapped her arms around you from behind tightly, as you both rinsed off.
Before letting you in her room, Mary gave you a hot cup of tea, as she rubbed your back. You could barely make it to her bed without your legs feeling fuzzy, and as soon as your head the pillow, you drifted into sleep, while the last thing you saw was Mary standing over you turned into a blur.
Once consciousness got a grip on you again, a warm string of drool stretched from your cheek to the pillow as you lifted your head and peeled your heavy eyes open, to discover that it was so dark it was unclear if it was morning or not.
You turned around hoping to see Mary, but her alarm clock glowed in your face instead. 7:09 am, it read. Her blankets gripped you so well it was hard to pull yourself out of bed, but you knew you had a job to attend to.
You open the bedroom door to learn that every window in the house was covered with pieces of news paper, cardboard, and other materials your brain couldn’t comprehend due to the drop in your stomach.
Immediately you shove yourself out of the doorway, convincing yourself something was wrong.
You found Mary leaning on the couch, and her face lit up once she saw you. “What’s going on?” You questioned her, walking towards her slowly. She stood upright, “where are you going?” She asked as her facial expression changed. “I have to go back to work,” you replied. “No, you’re not going back there, or anywhere,” she cried, shaking her head.
The unrecognizable body language and tone in her voice filled you with unease. You dashed straight towards the door, “I’m leaving,” you shouted as you shook the door handle forcefully, just to find out the door was locked shut with three different locks. Mary took you into her arms and squeezed you tight, rubbing your head, “Hey, shh calm down, it’s okay,” she said gently.
“I need to leave, please,” you shouted, trying to slither out of her arms. “It’s okay baby, I’ll keep you safe,” she whispered tenderly, dropping a kiss onto your forehead, “let mommy hold you.” You shook in her arms as she nurtured you. “sweetheart, let’s get you some clean clothes,” she said, walking you over back into her bedroom. You stood there anxiously still shaking as you watched her dig through her drawer. “They might be a bit big, but they’ll work,” she pulled out a pair of shorts and a tank top, spilling out clothes and making a mess, but she didn’t seem to care.
After getting you dressed, you sat on her bed wrapped in her clothes. “Lay down,” she said, standing with her arms behind her back. You shook your head, “I don’t trust you,” you stuttered, pushing yourself farther away from her, “you’re scaring me and I want to leave.” She slowly leaned over you on the bed, and put her weight on you, "There's no reason to be scared,” she whispered, “I just want to keep you safe.”
She pulled a thin rope from behind her back, “What are you doing?” You whimper, trying to slide out from underneath her. “Shhh…don’t worry,” she pressed your wrists to the railing of the bed frame, and wrapped the rope around each. You whined as she tied tight knots around both of them, causing a sudden burning sensation from the friction. Your hands immediately began to throb from the tightness, as each pull tightened the knot. “That hurts,” you yelped. “Shh,” she hissed, leaning in and covering your cheeks and neck with kisses. “Everything will be okay,” she mumbled into your neck.
The warmth of her lips and the softness of her voice slowed your heartbeat just enough to bring calmness to you once again. You couldn’t resist kissing her back. Ever since your lips touched hers for the very first time, it was a taste your tongue ached for.
Chapter six: Tell Me You Love Me
For the next couple of days, Mary kept you tied to her bed throughout the nights, and only untied you during the day, to wash you, feed you, and hold you whatever time you needed it. You knew this was wrong, but a part of you didn’t want to fight it. Being taken care of by her felt so good the guilt nearly caught onto you, but resisting wasn't an option.
One morning, she untied your chaffed wrists from the bedframe, and without a word, undressed you. You expected her to bring you to the bathtub, but instead laid you onto a blanket on the floor. “Stay there,” she barked, bringing both of your wrists behind your back, and firmly tying the rope around them.
She grabbed another rope and held your ankles together to then tie a knot around them too. You sat up against the wall, still sitting nakedly on the blanket, attempting to get comfortable. To your right she opened the drawer of her dresser, and pulled out silver duct tape. “What’re you doing?” You mumbled, “don’t worry,” she said before sticking the piece of tape around your mouth.
You whimpered into the tape, and watched her as she pulled a chair up in front of you. She rested in the chair, looking down at you with a hint of a smile and slightly squinted eyes while she bounced her leg. “You look so beautiful like that, sweet girl,” she groaned, before unzipping her pants.
Her eyes stayed focused on you as she exposed the entire bottom half of her body, slipping her underwear off from her bare feet, with her shirt unbottomed revealing her hard nipples and pulsating abs. You involuntarily whimpered as your eyes traveled down her body in admiration once you were completely captivated by her flawlessness.
She took a deep breath before lifting her veiny hand and feeling her wet hole to gather her wetness up to her clit. She moaned into the back of her hand as she circled her clit, causing both of her legs to twitch and toes to slightly curl. The look of her furrowed eyebrows as you both watched each other kept you whimpering, as you squeezed your thighs together desperately.
She moaned in return of your muffled whimpers, rubbing herself faster the more desperate you got. Her eyes rolled back and her lips parted as she slid her soaked fingers into her hole, moaning your name loudly into her palm. You throbbed as you watched her please herself, and ached to be the one doing it. You tried to say her name, but all that came out was yet another muffled whimper through the tape.
“Spread your legs,” she groaned, “let me see you baby,” she penetrated herself faster, as you obeyed her. “Fuck,” she let out an airy groan, and swung her head back so far her entire sweaty neck was bared. Her knees locked and with a cry, she sent a heavy flood ahead, sinking into the carpet as it dropped.
“Come here,” she forced out, trying to catch her breath. You walked on your knees, trying to balance as you sat on your knees right in front of her. She ripped the tape from your mouth, you whined from the pain, but she didn’t seem to care as she shoved your head into her legs, forcing you to lick and slurp up the flood from her thighs.
She yanked your head back from your hair, and gave you one sloppy kiss on the lips, “tell me you love me.”
She let go of your hair, and pulled herself onto her feet, as her expression changed entirely. Her eyebrows pinched together, and her lower lip slightly quivered as the warmth drained from her face. “Do you really love me or are you just saying that because I told you to,” her voice broke as it turned into a whine, as she began to cry. Her lip turned downward as her entire face crumpled, and she struggled to breathe as tears streamed down her face.
You were in complete shock. You’ve never seen someone sob so quickly in your life. You started to stutter, even though you had no specific words in mind. You were completely speechless.
Mary quickly stormed out of the room, and the sound of drawers opening and closing from the kitchen came through the walls. “Mary?” You called out. She quickly walked back in the same way she walked out, and before you could react, she held a shiny kitchen knife up to her neck, as she continued sobbing. “Tell me you really love me,” she choked out, in between her gasps. “Mary, put it down, please,” you shouted, feeling your heart drop suddenly through you, you became so hot it felt like you could faint. Failing to reach out for her, you lunge your body towards her.
“Promise me…promise me you really love me,” now yelling, Mary’s face turned red, as her sobs went deeper. “I promise, I promise I love you, Mary,” you yelled back at her, swallowing what felt like a huge lump in your throat. “Say you’ll stay with me forever,” she wailed, inching closer to you slowly. “I’ll stay, I promise,” you stuttered, “you can keep me, you can keep me forever, I swear.” You flinched as Mary let go of the knife, dropping it onto the ground. She fell to her knees, and pulled you in as she squeezed you tightly, and weeped into your ear, “I’ll keep you forever, my baby.”
You kept your promise, and stayed with Mary forever. ;)
