#:luke

[munofmanyminds]

An OPEN starter ft. LUKE BRAYDEN | open to f | TW: Kidnapping, dub-con (or non-con, depending), blood play, knife play, heavy degradation

The job was simple: kill the woman, get paid. Clean, straightforward work. He didn’t know what she’d done to end up with a price on her head, and he didn’t care either. Maybe she’d poked around where she shouldn’t have, maybe she’d fucked the wrong guy. Maybe someone just didn’t like her face. None of it mattered. What did matter was the way she looked that night - barely decent in a thin nightgown, tangled in her sheets, the duvet tucked tight between her thighs like some kind of modesty shield. It was enough to rouse something in him. Not mercy. Something worse. Something hungrier. So instead of slitting her throat, he slipped a needle into her arm, quiet, clean, methodical. And then he took her.

She came to inside a cage. Roomy enough to pace, tall enough to stand, just cramped enough to remind her it wasn’t freedom. A thin cot pressed against the back wall, the same slip from the night before clinging to her skin. A single naked bulb buzzed overhead, casting harsh light through the shadows. And just beyond the bars, there Luke was - lounging like it was a Sunday morning. One boot braced against the cage, the tip of a knife idly twisting back and forth against the armrest beside him, his gaze locked on her like a wolf sizing up a wounded doe.

Luke’s lips curled into a sinister smile. "Good morning, sunshine."

[munofmanyminds]

closed starter for @dcrknesshums

Their version of society at this point was very far from what either of them had known prior to the outbreak. But it worked, kept things running smoothly, kept everyone in line. Except for the occasional slip, of course - like the mistake her father and brother had made. A costly mistake by all accounts, but not one they'd be paying for themselves. Usually people were killed or ostracized for that kind of thing, but them? No. They'd offered her instead. Trading her for their own safety and comfort like she was barely more than a cow. And she was such a pretty little thing, the idea had amused him enough to grant a rare bit of mercy.

So the next morning, she was yanked out of her bed and dragged before him by her hair. Thrown at his feet, a boot at her back sent her face first into the floor beneath her. It caused a roar of laughter form the small group of men surrounding her, but Luke only smirked at the display, eyeing his new plaything while the laughter quieted. Once sound had subsided, he stepped forward, tucking the tip of his boot under her chin to force her face upwards, her eyes to meet the chilled mirth in his gaze. "Welcome to your new life, slave."

[munofmanyminds]

Closed starter for @nottheemuse / Luke & Ellie

He expected her to be home. His little toy was always home this time of night, tucked in nice and safe under the covers, fast asleep, waiting for him. Always waiting for his visit, even if they weren't something to set your watch by. Just as there was never any warning, there was no apparent rhyme or reason to his appearances. It could be thrice in a week, then nothing for the following two. Nevertheless, he expected no changes on her end. Why would there be? She was a sheltered little flower, her daddy's good little girl, and of course she had a curfew that she adhered to even if she was technically an adult. He knew this. He knew a lot of little details about her life.

So tonight would be the same - why wouldn't it be? The curtains were drawn on her windows, same as they always were. As Luke made his way through the dark halls of a quiet house, the muffled sound of her father's snoring from beyond the door to the master bedroom was the only indication that there was life still inside. Like a ghost, he moved past it, deeper inside the house to the one door he'd entered so many times before. And a flutter of unexpected sounds met his keen hearing.

She wasn't asleep.

A curious development, but not necessarily unwelcome. Luke spent a few seconds outside the door, a primal smile slowly finding purchase on his lips as he identified the sound of groans and shifting sheets for what they were. Naughty little thing. Then gently, with the practised ease of a man who'd done so countless times before, Luke slid inside her room, hooded eyes on the show taking place on the bed. The door slid shut behind him, and he gave it a firm little push, allowing the tell-tale click of the latch to fill the room. The blood-stained knife in his right hand concealed behind his back, he lifted the index finger of his left one to his lips, the weight of his gaze finding Ellie's eyes as his smile widened, a glint of sinister intent sneaking into dark, cruel eyes. Then he shifted his gaze to the male on top of her, shaking his head no as the boy finally found his bearings and began to scramble off of her; a subtle warning to stay exactly where he was. Just as Luke finally began moving towards them, head tilted slightly like a predator regarding its prey. For now, the darkness and the distance concealed the copper stains on his black clothes.

[munofmanyminds]

Closed starter for @libraryofdesire based loosely off of this and #6 in this

The job was to remove her from the picture. A simple enough task, really; kill the girl and get paid. What she'd done to deserve that fate, he didn't know - and he didn't really care. Whether she'd stumbled onto something she shouldn't have, had slept with the wrong guy or whatever else might motivate someone to put out a hit on her, it was inconsequential. What wasn't though, was the fact that she looked downright edible in her little nightgown, fast asleep with her duvet tugged between her legs. So he'd decided not to kill her... for now.

Instead, Luke had drugged the poor girl in her sleep, methodically extracting her form her life and into his little corner of hell. She'd wake up in a cage. Tall enough for her to stand, wide enough for her to even walk a few paces. She was on a cot against one side of the cage, wearing only the slip she'd worn to bed the night before. Above her hung a single, naked bulb, dispersing light into an otherwise dark and empty room. Well, empty save for the male seated comfortably on a chair outside the cage, one foot propped the bars of her cage as he eyed her. A knife in one hand, the tip pressing into the arm rest of the chair, Luke's lips curled into a sinister smile. "Good morning, sunshine."