Read Part 78 Here or Part 80 Here
Or you can find the Masterlist Here.
Content: Whumpee POV, kidnap whump, female whumpee, female whumper, care whumper, intimate whumper, creepy whumper, psychological trauma, emotional trauma, emotional whump, torture, punishment, sleep deprivation, psychological break, stockholm syndrome, dubious consent
As always, please let me know if there are any tags I missed!
Word Count: 1400
The cuffs looked bulky and heavy and Natalie already knew there was nothing she could do about it. Evelyn hadn’t even had to order her to hold out her wrist for the first one, fastening it tightly around her wrist until she thought the blood may stop flowing. She did her best not to show any sign of defiance even as the unhealed burn wounds on her wrists screamed for freedom.
As soon as the second one was fastened, Evelyn sat back in her chair with a satisfied smirk.
“We’re going to do this differently today.” Evelyn picked up the tablet. “On your knees, right there. I want to see every second of pain.”
Natalie scrambled to rest on her knees where Evelyn had instructed before she had time to think about what Evelyn had said.
“You are going to repeat an affirmation of your choice every time.” Evelyn looked almost bored as she tapped at something on the tablet. “I’ll let you count them once I’m happy the affirmation was good enough. Am I understood?”
“Y-yes Evelyn.” A tear had already streaked its way down Natalie’s cheek, which did not bode well for how she’d react once the pain really started.
“Fifteen per punishment served. Does that sound fair?” Evelyn looked at Natalie as though daring her to argue.
“Yes Evelyn.”
“Then the only question left is how well behaved do you want to be, sweetheart?” She pushed a button and a brief shock whispered through Natalie’s veins. This wasn’t a real shock, just a warning of what was to come - it hurt nonetheless though. “How many punishments can you work off in one go?”
“I…” Natalie knew there wasn’t really a good answer. No matter how many she said, it wouldn’t be enough. There would still be more to serve. Unless she said all of them…. But she’d never survive that many punishments in one go. “I want to be… to be g-good.”
Evelyn simply nodded once, toyed with the tablet’s settings and then pressed the button. The intensity of the pain echoed through Natalie instantly. The collar constricted slightly and the cuffs sent a burning agony shooting through her veins. Natalie doubled over instantly, her hands instinctively clutching at the collar, succeeding in nothing but it tightening more for her efforts.
“Look at me.” Evelyn’s voice pierced through the agony.
Natalie forced her head up and tried her best to make eye contact through the tears. The collar loosened but the fire in her veins didn’t subside for even a second.
“Affirmation.” Evelyn’s command left no room for negotiation.
“I… I want to… to be good f-for you.” Natalie could barely stutter the words out through the agony. Her voice was breathless and shaky and her tears threatened to drown her as they streamed down her face.
“One.” Evelyn nodded as the pain subsided long enough for Natalie to try and catch her breath.
She knew her voice already sounded pathetic and feeble as she repeated the number, but Natalie couldn’t risk not saying it and having Evelyn start again.
“Good girl.” Evelyn reached out and tucked a hair behind Natalie’s ear. “Again.”
Agony once again rippled through Natalie’s very being. The pain echoed through her, destroying every thought beyond making it stop. Please God Evelyn, please make it stop. But she couldn’t plead for that yet, she was only on the second one, Evelyn would never stop after only two. Instead she did her best to keep her eyes trained on Evelyn as her body tore itself apart.
“It doesn’t stop until the affirmation is said.” Evelyn smirked.
“I… I l-like being… being good…” A cry of pain ripped its way free. “F-for you.”
“Pathetic.” Evelyn barely even looked at her. “Say it again.”
Natalie tried to inhale deeply, but the rippling waves of intensity in her veins didn’t relent even a little. “I like… being good… for y-y-you.”
“Two.” The pain subsided as Evelyn gave her an approving look.
“Two.” Natalie whispered it, feeling herself break apart at the thought of enduring more. “E-Evelyn. I- I c-can’t take so m-much for l-long.” She had to force herself to not shy away from her own pleas. “I want to prove myself. I want to be good, but…”
“It hurts?” Evelyn leaned forward and cupped her chin with faux sympathy written across her features. “It’s meant to hurt, my love. You’re meant to suffer for me. That’s what will make you a good girl.”
“Please, Evelyn. Please.” Natalie knew it was too soon for begging. She still had at least another thirteen before even one punishment was done. She had to try anyway or that one punishment would destroy her. “I’ll do anything. It hurts so bad. I… I want to be good but… but it… Please?” She looked up at Evelyn with nothing but shame and desperation.
Evelyn simply looked at her with an eyebrow raised. Not moving. Not releasing her chin. Not giving away even a hint of what she was thinking.
“Please Evelyn.” A desperate sob interrupted her pleading. “Please help me be good. Please.”
“Help you be good?” Evelyn’s amusement was not safe this time. “You need me to help, darling? Do you need me to make it all easy for you?” Evelyn stroked her hand up from Natalie’s chin, along her cheek and into her hairline until she was threading her fingers through Natalie’s hair ready to tug her around by it. “How will you learn if I make things easy for you?”
“I’ve learned. I’m yours.” The words tumbled out in a pathetic attempt to appease Evelyn. “I know where I belong.”
“Tut. Tut.” Evelyn pulled Natalie’s head back harshly. “That’s not for you to decide. I tell you when you’ve learned. I tell you when you’ve been good or bad.” Evelyn’s free hand tapped something on the tablet and the collar constricted again. “Seems you need more training.”
Natalie could do nothing but whimper in response.
“Your affirmation this time is: Evelyn decides what I can handle.” Evelyn kept her grip in Natalie’s hair. “Say it a few times to practice.”
“Evelyn d-decides what…” The collar was making speech increasingly difficult. “What I c-can handle.”
“Again.”
“Evelyn decides…” Natalie tried to inhale but the collar’s constricting meant it barely helped at all. “What I can… can handle.”
“Good.” The collar loosened as Evelyn spoke and Natalie fell forward a little in relief despite the tugging on her hair.
Evelyn released her grip on Natalie’s hair and she heard the tapping of the tablet screen. She braced herself for the agony, trying to catch her breath quickly before it hit and stole the air from her lungs. But this one was weaker.
It still hurt. By god it hurt. But it was not as painful as the last two. It wasn’t tearing her insides apart, only finding the wounds she already carried and tearing at them again. The previous burns screamed in agony and the arm that had been dislocated shook with the effort to not shatter under the intensity.
She allowed the pain to wash through her, whimpering and crying out as it did, before forcing herself to breathe enough to speak. “Evelyn decides what… I c-can handle.” She let the pain flow into her voice, knowing Evelyn would turn up the voltage again if she felt Natalie was not suffering enough.
“What number is that?” Evelyn put on a show of trying to remember.
“Th-three?” Natalie knew it was only the third, but hopefully Evelyn would see the uncertainty as a sign of how broken Natalie was.
“Hmm. I could have sworn that was only the second.” Evelyn leaned in. “You wouldn’t be lying to me, would you pet?”
No. But she couldn’t say that. She couldn’t disagree so openly, and she couldn’t say that one word at all. No. That word was never an option. “I… um… not lying… I must have been confused. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Evelyn.”
“So easily confused, aren’t you, my love? My silly little toy can’t even count for herself.” Evelyn’s gentle stroking of her hair was almost relaxing and she leaned into it instantly. “That was two. Count it.”
“Two.” Natalie despised herself for crumbling so quickly. But going back by one was better than earning another full punishment for defiance. Even if she had been right. Had she been right?
Tag List: @galactic-worm, @imtheperkiness, @sootheandsavage, @auroragehenna, @sondersunbeams, @axelthelemon04
Read Part 77 Here or Part 79 Here
Or you can find the Masterlist Here.
Content: non-con touching, sexual coercion, Whumpee POV, kidnap whump, female whumpee, female whumper, care whumper, intimate whumper, creepy whumper, psychological trauma, emotional trauma, emotional whump, torture, punishment, sleep deprivation, psychological break, stockholm syndrome, dubious consent
As always, please let me know if there are any tags I missed!
Word Count: 1953
Natalie felt herself being gently relaxed against the sofa and a blanket draped over her. She relished in the softness after the intensity she was still reeling from. It had felt way too good. She hated that she’d fallen apart so easily for Evelyn. More than that, she hated that she knew she would again.
Last time, Natalie had cried through it all - she’d despised every second of Evelyn's intimate touches. This time…. She could not claim the same this time. Evelyn had said she’d stop if Natalie wanted her to, but Natalie hadn’t wanted her to. She’d actively begged for more every time Evelyn asked. She’d wanted more.
Natalie knew even through the fuzzy haze enveloping her brain that she shouldn’t have wanted more. She shouldn’t have wanted any of it. And she couldn’t even claim it was the gentleness she’d wanted more of, Evelyn’s harsh bites had no doubt left marks down her throat. She’d loved the thought of that at the time.
How could she claim to hate Evelyn when she loved everything she’d just done to her?
Did she even really want to escape when Evelyn made her feel that good?
It was too much. Her thoughts were too fast for her own brain to keep track of. One thought hated Evelyn for it, the next loved her. Shit, she couldn’t think that about her captor. She couldn’t use the “L” word in her own thoughts, even if it felt true sometimes.
“You can stay cosy there while I work, princess.” Evelyn’s smile wrapped those thoughts up under their own warm blanket. She was so gentle with Natalie that the only thing she could feel was safe right now. “But make sure you don’t go to sleep, you know the rules.”
“Hmmm.” Words felt like too much currently. There were too many options of what to say. Humming her agreement took way less thought - it felt natural and easy and right. And judging by the amused chuckle, Evelyn didn’t mind it as a response.
“I mean it.” Evelyn booped her nose. “You’re adorable and you’ve been such a good girl, I’d hate for you to ruin it with a rule break.”
“Hmmm.” She had no intention of breaking a rule, no matter how comfy and cosy this sofa and blanket felt. And the blanket smelt of Evelyn’s perfume, so that wouldn’t help. But she wasn’t in Evelyn’s arms so sleep was off limits. It was fine really, she’d slept well last night and the night before. And what did she even do all day anyway to make her tired? It wasn’t even lunchtime yet - she didn’t need to sleep. Her eyes were only heavy because… because she’d been overwhelmed - she could force her eyes to stay open.
“Let me know if you need anything sweetheart.” Evelyn stood up and went to move away. “There’s a book there for you, if you get bored.”
The book in question, once Natalie tore her eyes away from watching Evelyn, was the Grimm’s tales book she’d been given to read in the basement cell however many days ago. Or weeks ago? Who knew at this point? What mattered was that Evelyn had remembered her enjoying it. She’d remembered Natalie liked fairytales.
Natalie flicked through the book carefully, snuggling into the blanket and letting herself lean into the comfort of getting cosy with a book. She had never enjoyed any day more than when she got to snuggle up cosy with a book. Maybe, now she didn’t need to work, she could have more cosy book days. Hopefully Evelyn would like to keep her entertained with a book while she worked.
It was nice hearing Evelyn type and tap away as she handled important work - the background noise was relaxing. Evelyn worked hard to keep her company at the forefront of innovation - anyone with half a brain could see that. It was the worst kept secret ever that Evelyn was devoted to her work and she was a verifiable genius. Watching her work was a privilege Natalie had once dreamed about - something that she’d thought she’d never get to do when she saw the rejection email. But here she was, reading her book and snuggled in a blanket while her protector worked away.
It was so domestic and sweet and everything Natalie had never dared hope for. But Evelyn had answered her prayers. Evelyn had known she’d want this. Evelyn was smart enough to know what she needed, even if she’d fought against it at first. She should have listened to Evelyn from the start, they could have been happy sooner.
Wait. Wait, that wasn’t right. It couldn’t be right. She knew better than to leave those thoughts unexamined. She couldn’t let herself think so highly of the woman that had taken her from her old life - no matter how miserable that life had been. She needed to remember all the suffering, all the things Evelyn had made her endure, all the awful punishments. If she’d obeyed from the start, then maybe it could have been different - Evelyn wouldn’t have needed to hurt her so much.
No. That wasn’t right either. There was a voice in the deepest depths of her mind fighting to argue its case. Its muffled screams barely made it to Natalie’s consciousness, but she knew it felt this was wrong. She wasn’t meant to be happy here, she was a prisoner. But would a prisoner be given blankets and books and fed pancakes? Would a prisoner be given little kisses and nose boops and be praised for pleasing Evelyn? Maybe the voice just didn’t want her to be happy.
Natalie’s thoughts always did this. They spiralled out of control, overthinking every little thing. But she didn’t want to disturb Evelyn’s work to curb the volume in her head. It was too much. It was too loud. She didn’t know what to think or which voices to trust. She just wanted to quiet all the shouting in her mind and read. But she needed the voices to stop first. What would Evelyn have her do to quiet the voices?
Affirmations! Evelyn always gave her affirmations when she saw her overthinking. She told her to repeat them until her mind quieted. She should try that herself. But what affirmation would Evelyn want her to repeat?
“I belong to Evelyn.” Natalie felt the words escape. They felt good. “I like being Evelyn’s. I belong to Evelyn. I like being Evelyn’s.”
Evelyn’s head turned instantly to face Natalie. “That’s right baby.” She looked amused. “Such a good girl for me.”
“Good girl for you.” Yes. That's what she was. That was what she wanted to be. “I belong to you. I like being yours.” A single tear spilled over before Natalie even realised her eyes had welled up.
“Did your mind get too loud, my darling?” Evelyn’s gaze softened. “Keep saying it. Well done for using your affirmations without being told.”
“I belong to you. I like being yours.”
“That’s it sweetheart.” Evelyn turned back to her work. “My pretty baby. My perfect princess.”
Natalie repeated the affirmations quieter now, knowing better than to keep disturbing Evelyn. They helped. With each repetition the war in Natalie’s mind grew quieter and quieter. Before long her mind was just quietly agreeing. “I belong to Evelyn. I like being Evelyn's."
She turned her attention back to the book, landing on a fairytale about a princess woken by a kiss. If she could be woken by a kiss every day she would be the happiest girl in the world. Evelyn did give her lots of kisses, and called her princess, so maybe that wasn’t an unrealistic thing to hope for.
The rest of the day passed quickly. Evelyn had paused her work at some point to make them both sandwiches, once again instructing Natalie to make the drinks. They ate together, with Evelyn literally hand feeding Natalie every bite in between kisses. She felt so safe and warm in Evelyn’s arms that she didn’t want to be put back on the sofa to continue reading while Evelyn returned to her work. She’d huffed and frowned, but ultimately she knew she wouldn’t win. So she’d returned to the sofa, repeated her affirmations some more, and continued reading the book.
It was only when Evelyn slammed her laptop closed that Natalie allowed herself to close the book. More than that, she felt her whole body jerk as Evelyn’s rage filled every corner of the room, suffocating the peace Natalie had enjoyed all day. She felt her breathing turn erratic as Evelyn’s gaze landed on her, a viciously quiet look on her face. Evelyn would not show mercy in this state, she wouldn’t give even an inch. Natalie couldn’t afford to make any mistakes.
“On your knees.” Evelyn's voice was cold and unflinching.
Natalie’s body moved on instinct, her knees hitting the floor hard as the blanket fell away. She heard the pathetic little whimper escape her lips, but looked up to Evelyn with the big hopeful eyes she knew her captor adored.
“You’ve been well behaved for the last two days now, haven’t you pet?” Evelyn walked slowly towards her and cupped her cheek softly in her hand. She seemed to be contemplating something.
“Yes, Mistress.” Natalie could feel her heart stuttering in her chest.
“But if you want to truly be a good girl for me, you still need to work off your punishments.” Evelyn's smile slowly spread across her features, sending a shiver down Natalie’s spine. “And there’s no better time than when I need to let off steam, wouldn’t you agree?”
The noise Natalie made was something between a sob and a whimper. She was trying so hard not to flinch away from the gentle hand caressing her cheek that she could barely process what Evelyn was saying. All she knew was that she could not move until Evelyn instructed her to if she wanted to survive this moment.
“Such cute noises you make for me, darling.” Evelyn’s grip turned harsh, forcing Natalie to lean up towards the woman she wished she could escape. “Do you know how many punishments you still have left?” Evelyn’s face was right in front of Nataie’s now. “Of course you don’t. You’re my sweet little airhead that knows I’ll keep track of it for you. Isn’t that right, baby?”
“Pl-please Evelyn.” A tear escaped down Natalie’s cheek. She knew Evelyn like this was unlikely to show mercy, but she still had to try. “I w-want to be… be good for you. I’m y-yours.”
“You are.” Evelyn threw Natalie down, pain rippling through her as her back hit the sofa. “And that means I decide when to punish or reward you. And right now, you are going to be taking a few punishments.”
“Pl-please.” Natalie whimpered as she tried to crawl back to her knees.
Crack.
The back of Evelyn’s hand knocked Natalie into a pathetic heap on the floor. Natalie couldn’t control the shaking of her body as she looked up in nothing but terror at her captor. Evelyn knelt down before her and hooked a finger under the collar.
“I’ll let you choose.” Evelyn’s vicious smirk was Natalie’s least favourite expression. “Would you prefer to be restrained while you prove yourself?” Evelyn moved a stray hair out of Natalie’s eyes. “Or would you like to show you can be trusted to take punishments like a good girl?”
This was going to hurt. No matter what she chose, Natalie knew this was going to be worse than any other punishment she’d experienced before.
“I’ll be… I’ll be good.”
“Then lets try out the new wrist cuffs I designed for you, sweetheart.”
Tag List: @galactic-worm, @imtheperkiness, @sootheandsavage, @auroragehenna, @sondersunbeams
Read Part 72 Here or Part 74 Here
Or you can find the Masterlist Here.
Content: non-con nudity, Whumper POV, kidnap whump, female whumpee, female whumper, care whumper, intimate whumper, creepy whumper, psychological trauma, emotional trauma, emotional whump , torture, punishment, sleep deprivation, psychological break, stockholm syndrome, dubious consent
As always, please let me know if there are any tags I missed!
Word Count: 1273
Evelyn knew this was a big step for Natalie - the biggest so far. And though she was trembling uncontrollably, her sweet girl was being so sweet and obedient. She barely resisted. Evelyn almost wished she’d tried this sooner, maybe Natalie would have accepted everything much sooner if she’d been forced to show her body like this. Being vulnerable suited Natalie well.
“C-can you pick?” Natalie looked so hopeful - how could she possibly say no to such a pretty thing?
“Of course, my sweet girl.” Evelyn adored watching Natalie blush as praise washed over her. She leaned into Natalie’s space, as though she was going to kiss her, but swerved at the last minute to reach for a bottle of rose scented body wash. “You should use this one.”
“Thank y-you.” Natalie took it with minimal hesitation as Evelyn’s gaze raked over her toy’s body. Such a gorgeous girl and she was Evelyn’s to admire, to rebuild.
Natalie’s hands seemed to instinctively move to cover herself up, not that it would hide much, but Evelyn still felt annoyance begin the boiling of her blood. She would not let Natalie think hiding herself was acceptable. She would not let her plaything cover herself without permission.
Evelyn tutted once as she raised an eyebrow. Natalie’s panicked look was instant, the moment she registered Evelyn’s disapproval. One arm remained across her chest as she held the bottle shakily out to Evelyn, beginning to utter a stuttered apology for some imagined misbehaviour. Adorable, but the bottle wasn’t part of the problem.
“Are you handing it back because you don’t like it?” Evelyn kept a disapproving look as she took the bottle. “Or because you want me to help you get clean?”
“I… I do like it…I just…” Natalie was clearly confused and terrified of getting the answer wrong. Evelyn adored moments like this. “I thought… th-that I did something… something wrong? You… I want to be g-good for you.” Was that a tear trailing down her cheek or just droplets from the shower?
“My poor baby.” Evelyn softened her tone. The beauty of Natalie in such a fragile state was worth offering comfort for. “You did do something wrong. You covered that pretty body of yours. You hid from me, sweetheart.” Evelyn reached a hand out and took Natalie’s hands in hers. “Don’t ever try and hide from me, you are mine to admire.”
“Yes Evelyn.” She almost missed the sob that caught in Natalie’s throat.
“Say it for me. Tell me you won’t hide.” Evelyn loved having Natalie repeat it, every repetition made it truer and truer for her perfect pet. “Tell me you’re mine to admire.”
“I-I won’t hide.” Natalie hung her head as the tear - it was definitely a tear - dripped off her face. A slight nudge from Evelyn's hand under her chin had Natalie looking into Evelyn’s eyes again though. “I’m yours to… to admire.”
“That’s right my sweet girl.” Evelyn stroked a hand across Natalie’s cheek. “Mine to admire.” Natalie’s breath caught in her throat. “Mine to play with.” The quietest little whimper escaped Natalie. “Mine to adore.” She nodded obediently, even as she shook. “Shall we wash your hair? Or would you prefer to wash your body first?”
Natalie took barely a second to think before she was whimpering out her response. “Want you to choose.” She had learnt so quickly that choices were always Evelyn’s to make. “P-please choose for me Evelyn. Please.”
“You beg so nicely.” Evelyn allowed the warmth to radiate into her smile. “Why don’t I start with the shampoo, then you can do the body wash. Once they’re washed out, I’ll condition your hair for you. How does that sound, princess?”
Natalie nodded so quickly she almost looked like a little bobble head. “Sounds good.”
Evelyn twirled Natalie gently. “Then you best get your hair nice and wet for me.”
Evelyn stepped back and gave Natalie space to stand fully under one of the shower heads. She didn’t try and cover herself this time, though her arms looked as they were itching to as she forced them to instead run through her own hair. She was such a good learner, responding to corrections so quickly. Evelyn watched as Natalie closed her eyes and slowly forced herself to relax into the warmth of the water, tension almost literally washing away with the water. Utter perfection.
Evelyn took her time picking a scent for the shampoo and conditioner. It needed to pair well with the rose scent of the body wash - maybe raspberry would be good. Natalie would definitely suit a berry scent. It would bring out her sweeter side, not that Natalie was ever able to really be anything other than sweet for Evelyn anymore.
“Let me know when you are ready, my sweet.” Evelyn held up the bottle to show Natalie.
After a moment, Evelyn watched Natalie take a deep steadying breath before taking a tentative step towards her. She turned to face the stream of water as soon as she was within Evelyn’s reach, waiting for Evelyn to close the distance herself.
Evelyn poured a healthy amount of shampoo into her hands and began massaging it slowly into Natalie’s roots. The deep moan Natalie let out must have surprised her as well, because she tensed and froze in place the moment it was done.
“Does it feel that good, darling?” Evelyn chuckled, not letting up on the massage. “Don’t you just love the way it feels to have me spoil and care for you?”
“Hmmm.” Evelyn could feel the tension in Natalie’s body even as she watched her try and relax again.
“Say it for me sweetheart. That can be your affirmation for this morning.” Evelyn knew saying it a few times would help Natalie relax into the sensations. She just needed to remind herself where she belongs. “You love the way I spoil and care for you. Isn’t that right baby?”
“I l-love the way you spoil and… and care for me.” Natalie always stuttered through an affirmation more the first few times. Eventually it would come naturally to her. “I love the w-way you spoil and c-care for me.”
“That’s it.” Evelyn placed a soft kiss on Natalie’s damp shoulder as she kept massaging the shampoo in. “Such a good girl. Keep going, say it again for me.”
“I love the way you spoil me and… and care for me. Please care for me.” Natalie sounded so desperate this time. So beautifully fragile and adorably needy. “Please look after me.”
“Of course, Princess.” Evelyn placed another kiss on Natalie’s shoulder, before guiding her to turn and face Evelyn. “That’s all I want to do. All you have to do is be my good girl and I will take care of your every need.”
“Be your good girl.” Natalie’s eyes looked so innocently up at Evelyn. Such a vision of perfect submission. “Be good for you.”
“That’s right.” Evelyn praised. “My pretty baby. My good girl. You are going to be perfect for me, my love.” She didn’t miss the way Natalie blushed and smiled as the words washed over her. Long gone was the terror of being owned - Natalie knew her place and was starting to truly accept it.
Evelyn guided her back under the water before turning and picking up another shampoo bottle to wash her own hair. She kept watch over Natalie as she slowly washed the shampoo out, enjoying the way the bubbles trailed across Natalie’s collarbones and caressed their way down her body. She had picked the prettiest pet to keep. Cute and compliant, just the way Evelyn wanted her.
Tag List: @galactic-worm, @imtheperkiness, @sootheandsavage, @auroragehenna
A/N: can't believe how easily these last few parts have flowed. Writer's block who?
Read Part 54 Here or Part 56 Here
Or you can find the Masterlist Here.
Content: Whumpee POV, kidnap whump, female whumpee, female whumper, care whumper, intimate whumper, creepy whumper, psychological trauma, emotional trauma, emotional whump , torture, punishment, sleep deprivation, psychological break, stockholm syndrome, dubious consent
As always, please let me know if there are any tags I missed!
Word Count: 1808
Natalie felt her arm shake as she reached it out to her captor. Would Evelyn be mad she hadn’t spoken? Would she be punished for it? Too late to worry about that now though, as her hand tapped once, twice, three times.
“Let’s see you then,” Evelyn turned around as she spoke. “Gorgeous. Absolutely perfect, my sweet.” Evelyn’s eyes dragged across Natalie’s figure.
Natalie wasn’t sure what she was meant to do. Was she meant to respond, or just stand and let Evelyn’s gaze violate her? She felt herself tremble, hoping to any gods that might still be listening that she wasn’t about to be devoured. It was silly really, the Gods weren’t going to protect her - no one was. Except Evelyn, she was the only protection Natalie could hope for. The irony was not lost on Natalie.
“Come closer, sweetheart.” Evelyn’s silky voice pulled Natalie from her thoughts. “I want to hold you. I need to feel you.”
“F-feel me?” Even as she asked, Natalie felt herself take a few tentative steps closer to Evelyn, until they were almost touching. Questioning her was one thing, defying her order at the same time was another entirely. She couldn’t do both, she wasn’t sure she’d survive Evelyn’s reaction.
“That’s right.” Evelyn’s arms settled on Natalie’s hips the moment she stopped moving. “These beautiful curves. Your gorgeous figure. Darling, you are…” Evelyn looked almost in awe as she ran her hands up and down Natalie’s sides. Her nails would leave marks if not for the thin silk of Natalie’s nightgown. “Aren’t you lucky to have someone so in love with you, my dearest?”
“Yes, Evelyn.” Natalie could hear the words tumble from her lips. It was safer to just agree.
“If only you’d proven yourself worthy, we could have spent the night cuddled up warm together.” Evelyn continued. Natalie despised the hint of guilt it stirred somewhere in her mind. “But you had to go and get yourself punished. You know it hurts me more than you when you defy me, don’t you darling?”
“I’m sorry, mistress.” Natalie hung her head, trying not to acknowledge the shame colouring her cheeks. She shouldn’t be ashamed for asserting boundaries. She’d said no - if this was real love, Evelyn would have respected that. But this was Evelyn’s version of love. She knew when she’d said it, she’d regret it. “I want to be good for you.”
“I know.” Evelyn tilted Natalie’s chin up. “But wanting to be good doesn’t excuse you from the consequences.” Evelyn tilted Natalie’s head to the side, placing a single kiss to her cheek. “I am feeling generous though, so you can sit with me while I get ready for bed. I’ll take you back downstairs once I’m ready.”
Relief swelled in Natalie’s chest. She wasn’t going downstairs yet. She wasn’t being left alone yet. “Thank you. Thank you.” The idea of being left alone in that basement again was enough to have Natalie willing to agree to almost anything to avoid it. Evelyn could take anything she wanted, if she let Natalie stay out of that torture chamber.
“Grab your hairbrush, I’ll brush your hair for you before we go.” Evelyn spun Natalie around easily and pointed to the vanity. “You’re gonna take a seat and be a good girl for me, aren’t you pet?”
Natalie verbalised her agreement as she took her place on the bench seat in front of Evelyn. She grabbed the brush and rushed to hand it to her tormentor as she forced herself to look up at her through the mirror with big, innocent eyes. She knew how much Evelyn adored it when she looked sweet and compliant. Maybe she’d be gentle if Natalie seemed broken enough.
Evelyn was slow and methodical as she untangled Natalie’s hair for her. She tugged it through a few places, whispering praise and comfort each time Natalie winced. It was almost a pleasant experience. Natalie wouldn’t mind letting Evelyn do this more often, it wasn’t the worst thing Evelyn could be doing to her.
Natalie hated the way she barely recognised herself in the mirror. She was thinner, her eyes hollower. She looked broken. She hadn’t been given many chances to look at herself over her time here - she preferred not seeing. The collar sat like a weight around her neck, threatening to overpower her at any moment. She looked like a pet, exactly as Evelyn wanted.
“There we go, you were so good.” Evelyn stroked a hand through Natalie’s hair. “You can be so well behaved when you want to be, baby.”
Natalie felt herself nod along, she was certain Evelyn would twist any words Natalie said. Instead she waited for Evelyn’s guidance on what to do next.
Evelyn seemed satisfied with Natalie’s compliance. She watched Natalie for a moment, before offering her a hand and leading her through Natalie’s bedroom and into the hallway. Evelyn’s room, it turned out, was only two doors down from Natalie’s. She wasn’t sure how to feel about that revelation - glad to have Evelyn near, or terrified of the closeness. It didn’t really matter how she felt, her feelings wouldn’t change a thing.
Evelyn tugged gently on Natalie’s arm, ensuring she didn’t remain overthinking in the doorway. She settled Natalie onto the bed and issued the order to wait. Natalie hadn’t needed to be told, she knew better than to move from where Evelyn put her.
The room was larger than Natalie’s own. It felt warmer and cosier though. There was a fireplace with a fire crackling in it already - did it flare up automatically when they walked in? - and some comfy looking armchairs beside it. One had a fuzzy blanket draped over the arm and a book resting on the other. There was a laptop resting on the surface near it as well, with what looked like it might be a live feed of the cameras on it. Was this where Evelyn watched her from?
Natalie couldn’t contain her body’s shiver at the thought. Evelyn would be sitting here all cosy, reading her book, drinking a hot chocolate and watching Natalie suffer. Did she really enjoy Natalie’s torment that much that it relaxed her? Was that what Natalie was for Evelyn, light entertainment in between chapters of her book?
Evelyn’s return almost went unnoticed as she rested her pyjamas beside Natalie on the bed. She cupped Natalie’s cheeks and the pad of her thumb wiped away a tear, Natalie hadn’t realised had fallen. Pathetic. She was pathetic for letting this get to her. She’d known Evelyn enjoyed watching, this shouldn’t come as a shock. It shouldn’t hurt to know something she’d been aware of all along. Evelyn was a psychopath - or a Sociopath? - she never could remember the difference.
“Oh baby, I was only gone for a moment,” Evelyn cooed. “Did you really miss me so much?”
Natalie didn’t know what to say. That might not be true, but if Evelyn found it endearing, then it was worth agreeing to. Evelyn’s comforting persona, her softness, was better than whatever horrors she could inflict. Natalie silently nodded her agreement, allowing another tear to fall.
“It’s okay,” Evelyn pulled her into a warm embrace. “I’ve got you. I’m right here, my love.”
Natalie felt herself be engulfed in the hug, but surprisingly, she didn’t have to fight the urge to pull away. It was probably a bad thing that the urge had entirely disappeared, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. Right now, she needed the warmth, she needed the comfort. The soft fabric of Evelyn’s shirt was soothing, and the way she held Natalie so protectively felt safe. Natalie needed to be embraced like this.
Natalie wasn’t sure at what point she began clutching Evelyn tighter. All she knew was that Evelyn released her and she clung closer, refusing to give up the comfort she so badly needed. Evelyn chuckled, seemingly pleased by the show of affection from Natalie. She needed Evelyn. She needed to be close to her.
That tiny voice in the back of her mind tried to argue, it tried to say no - she shouldn’t want this. But that voice was quickly drowned out by the feeling of contentedness as Evelyn traced soothing patterns on her shoulders and played with the ends of her hair. She wouldn’t let that little voice ruin this for her. She wouldn’t let the stupid need to fight back make Evelyn mad, or worse - disappointed.
The tears flowed freely now as she clung to Evelyn. “Please, Evelyn.” Natalie looked up with teary eyes at Evelyn as she sniffed her way through the words she knew Evelyn would love hearing. “Please don’t leave me alone again. I need you. Please.”
It seemed to be having the intended effect - Evelyn seemed to soften more than ever before. “Oh my sweet, sweet baby. You really can’t be without me, can you?” Evelyn’s voice was soft and her face looked more concerned for Natalie than Natalie thought possible. Maybe submitting to Evelyn’s truth would be better if this was the version of Evelyn she got from doing so.
“Please.” Natalie whispered as she tried to look as lost and hopeless as possible. She wasn’t sure when she had stopped crying about the laptop and started worrying more about being left alone, but Evelyn was at least happy.
“How do I know I can trust you to behave while I sleep though?” Evelyn continued to stroke Natalie’s hair. “If you’re not downstairs, how do I know you won’t try anything?”
“I d-don’t know…” Natalie sniffled as she looked hopefully up at Evelyn. If Evelyn was asking those questions, that meant she might be considering it. “Wouldn’t MINA tell you? Or… Or the collar… it will automatically punish me.”
“So you’ve thought about breaking the rules again then?” Evelyn sounded amused, like she knew Natalie would fall into that trap.
“N-no, I…” Natalie felt her throat constrict cutting off any words she might say. The collar. With Evelyn holding her, it wouldn’t punish her with a shock. She looked upwards, panicked and pleading with Evelyn. “I’m s-sorry.” She slurred the words slightly as she tried to regain her breath. The collar loosened slightly. “I’m sorry, Evelyn. I didn’t mean to say it. I… I just meant that….”
“I know, baby. It’s alright, you are forgiven.” Evelyn’s silky voice soothed Natalie. “I’ll tell you what, you can stay with me tonight. I’ll hold you all night long, and you can go back downstairs in the morning.”
Natalie couldn’t believe her luck - was Evelyn actually being nice? Maybe everything she’d said had been true - maybe Natalie could be happy here. Now she knew what Evelyn wanted, she could be good. They could be happy.
“But,” Evelyn continued,” If you’re staying in here, I do have some new rules for you.”
Tag List: @galactic-worm, @imtheperkiness, @sootheandsavage
As always, please let me know if there are any tags I missed!
Word Count: 1507
“Please kiss me Evelyn. Please love me.”
Evelyn watched a tear catch on Natalie’s eye lash. She looked stunning. Natalie on her knees looking up at her was everything Evelyn could want. Especially as she collapsed so completely in on herself.
The differences were subtle, they had been all evening. Natalie’s eyes were less focussed, she drifted along more now. She complied on instinct, only sometimes seeming to even recognise what she’d done. The sound of her knees hitting the kitchen tiles had filled Evelyn with joy - Natalie was breaking.
It had taken work and planning and days of suffering for both of them - being apart from Natalie for those few days had been torturous. But it was worth it. Natalie was hers. Natalie would forever wear the scars of Evelyn, no matter what. She would forever remember the touch of Evelyn’s fingers in her hair, and the fear Evelyn’s anger invoked. Natalie was hers.
Evelyn pulled Natalie closer by her chin, relishing the subtle gasp of surprise. She placed a quick kiss to each cheek, turning Natalie’s head for her each time and then she hovered just in front, her lips almost touching Natalie’s. That would be where she would wait.
Natalie’s eyes fluttered so delicately shut in anticipation. She held her breath, a big intake, and then waited. Such a patient little thing. But Evelyn knew she’d grow restless, either fear or impatience or desire would overtake her. She would not be able to wait.
She’d do something in: Five.
Natalie shuffled a little on the spot, trembling slightly.
Four.
Natalie nudged up a little, her nose brushing softly against Evelyn’s.
Three.
Evelyn saw Natalie’s eyes begin to open slightly as a small whimper escaped.
Two.
Natalie brow furrowed so adorably. She always looked cute in her confusion.
One.
Natalie pulled back slightly, but Evelyn’s hand on her chin kept her from getting very far. Instead she leaned closer in and connected their lips. Exactly on cue.
Evelyn traced her other hand along Natalie’s bare shoulders and across her collar bones as she allowed her lips to part for Natalie. She didn’t want to push too hard just yet, Natalie would only recoil. She wanted to reward her girl for initiating. She wanted Natalie to see how good she could feel if she learned how to love Evelyn properly.
She felt more then heard the soft moan against her lips as Natalie relaxed into the kiss. She was practically holding Natalie up by her chin as she fully melted into Evelyn - pliant and perfect. Natalie’s hands seemed like they didn’t know where to rest. They had been on her own lap, but now they clutched at Evelyn’s knees as though her life depended on it. Desperation definitely suited Natalie.
Finally, Evelyn broke the kiss, but she didn’t miss Natalie’s breathless whimper. She wanted more. Her sweet little pet definitely wanted more. And better yet, she wasn’t pretending she didn’t, to Evelyn or to herself. She looked up at Evelyn with such pleading eyes, big and round and entirely too adorable for her own good. This woman would be the death of her.
“My god, sweetheart. If we don’t stop now….” Evelyn fanned herself with a chuckle. Natalie seemed to respond well to the overdramatic playfulness. “I have work in the morning, I can’t spend my whole night doing what I’d love to with you.”
Natalie shivered. Did the idea of spending the night with Evelyn excite her or terrify her? Maybe both.
“Why don’t you get up, my love.” Evelyn released Natalie’s chin and offered her hand instead to aid Natalie. “Come sit with me and eat.” Evelyn patted her own lap with a smirk. “I’ll even feed you myself. You have been very good for me so far tonight.”
Natalie looked conflicted about sitting on Evelyn’s lap, her movements slow and shaky as she complied. But she did comply. Evelyn positioned herself so she could reach the plate and still have her other hand to stroke Natalie’s hair back. It had started as a way to adjust Natalie to the feel of Evelyn’s touch, but now she realised how relaxing her pretty little captive found it, she never planned to stop using it. And in truth, she enjoyed the feel of Natalie’s hair gliding through her fingers, it gave her so many options for guiding Natalie. She could be soft or demanding with it. She need only adjust her grip and Natalie’s entire resolve would crumble for her.
“There we go. I bet you’re starving, aren’t you?” Evelyn reached out and grabbed a bite of the chicken.
Natalie nodded slowly, but didn’t move otherwise. She didn’t lean towards the food, or try to reach out. She waited like a pretty doll for Evelyn to play with.
“My poor darling, let me help.” Evelyn placed the chicken against Natalie’s lips, nudging them open.
Natalie opened her mouth, but looked to Evelyn as though for permission. Her eyes silently begging, her mouth slightly open and her hands held firmly in her lap. Evelyn considered taking a picture. She could feel the tension of Natalie’s body as she held herself so perfectly still. They both knew how hungry she must be - Evelyn could only imagine what it must feel like to miss one day of food, nevermind three. But Natalie didn’t do anything, not until Evelyn nodded once at her.
Natalie’s eyes fluttered closed again as she savoured the taste. Evelyn had to admit, it was good chicken - she’d always had a talent for cooking. But the way Natalie reacted to it was like she’d been starved for months. She moaned like the experience was heavenly. Evelyn couldn’t fight her own amusement at the sight of it.
“That good huh?” Evelyn felt the smile tugging at her lips as she picked up another bite.
“So good. Thank you. Thank you, Evelyn.” Natalie looked back at Evelyn like she was her whole world. She intended to make sure that didn’t change.
She fed Natalie another bite and another, until all the chicken was gone. Natalie savoured each piece and thanked Evelyn so earnestly she could almost forget it was trained into her. Breaking this sweet little thing really was a joy.
“All gone.” Evelyn noted the slight pout. “And that means it’s time to start getting ready for bed.”
“Wait, I…. Please.” Natalie looked up at Evelyn in a panic. “I… I want to… please don’t leave me alone again.”
Oh. How sweet. How cute. The adorable little thing doesn’t want to go back to her cell. Good to know. Evelyn stroked a hand through Natalie’s hair. “My darling, you will have to spend some time alone, but why don’t we go pick you some pyjamas out together?”
Natalie hurriedly nodded. Could she really be this broken after only a few days? Was that all it took? If not, then Natalie’s acting had improved dramatically.
Evelyn guided Natalie up to her room and into the wardrobe. She stood back and watched with an amused grin as Natalie slowly walked towards the clothes.
“What would you like to wear to bed, sweetheart?” Evelyn motioned to the selection. “It’s all yours to choose from.”
Natalie trembled slightly as Evelyn watched her feel the fabric of a few items. She pulled a face and instantly withdrew her hand from some items, while she spent longer running the silken items through her fingers. Apparently her girl has expensive taste - how lovely she would look in all the finest things Evelyn could buy for her.
“This one?” Natalie held up a silken nightgown in a lovely shade of lilac. Purple was definitely a good colour on Natalie - Evelyn could already imagine Natalie wearing this gown.
“Go ahead, darling.” Evelyn waited expectantly.
Natalie shifted briefly on the spot. She looked nervous, as though she wanted to request something but didn’t know how. Evelyn knew exactly what Natalie wanted, but she wanted to see if she’d dare even ask.
“I… um… Can I…. I’m shy…” Natalie began, avoiding Evelyn’s eyes. “Is it.okay if y-you… turn around?”
Evelyn paused and raised an eyebrow. “Turn around?”
“O-only if that’s okay. I-I know I’m yours… I belong to you. I just… I’m s-sorry.” Natalie’s rambling was delightful. She was almost too easy to tease.
“It’s okay, dear one. I can turn around.” Evelyn chuckled as she slowly turned. “Let me know when to turn back, okay?”
Evelyn heard the shuffling of movement behind her as Natalie tried her best to hurriedly undress and redress. The dirty corseted dress must hinder her movement somewhat, but she didn’t let it slow her for long. In record time, Natalie was tapping her cautiously on the shoulder.
Now for the next test. Evelyn almost hoped Natalie would fail it. But then again, if Natalie didn’t push her away… No, she wouldn’t get her hopes up yet. She would dream about it, but she knew Natalie wouldn’t be ready yet. Yet, is such a lovely word though. Natalie isn’t fully broken, yet.
Tag List: @galactic-worm, @imtheperkiness, @sootheandsavage
A/N: I can't believe how easy to just write this bit was, I legit sat down and wrote six parts in one sitting...
Read Part 48 Here or Part 50 Here
Or you can find the Masterlist Here.
Content: kidnap whump, female whumpee, female whumper, care whumper, intimate whumper, creepy whumper, psychological trauma, emotional trauma, emotional whump , torture, punishment, sleep deprivation, psychological break, stockholm syndrome
As always, please let me know if there are any tags I missed!
Word Count: 1512
“I deserve to be punished until I’m perfect.”
The affirmation didn’t change after a few hours anymore. It just kept going and going and going. MINA’s voice never relented as she enforced them. Natalie had to repeat and repeat and repeat it. She wished it wasn’t biting at her mind, slowly working away the parts of her that didn’t agree. The problem was, she had broken the rules. She did deserve to be punished. But perfection was not something she could promise, it wasn’t something she could achieve.
The water was not entirely gone yet, she’d been carefully sipping it just once after each round of affirmations. It helped, even if only a little. But her eyes still felt as though they were being pulled closed by… something heavy - she couldn’t think what. Her stomach hadn’t given up complaining yet, even though it knew as well as she did that she wouldn’t be fed for at least a few more hours. If she was lucky. Would it be too much to ask that she be allowed food and permission to sleep tonight?
The chains hadn’t retracted back into the walls. Natalie had noticed that. That alone suggested the worst was likely yet to come. Thirteen punishments. How many had she endured of those already? Was this just punishment one? Surely the thirst, the hunger and lack of sleep all counted separately. Not to mention the shocks and the affirmations. Could it be that she’d suffered five of them already? Eight left would be horrific, but better than if there were twelve left.
“I belong to Evelyn.”
Natalie heard herself repeat it. Once. Twice. Three times. She would say it as many times as Evelyn wanted. She knew she wasn’t escaping anytime soon, so why deny it. For now, she was Evelyn’s. Hopefully, she would one day get to change that, but today she would repeat it. At least it was a change from the one she’d been repeating all day.
“Evelyn is good to me.”
That one was new. Natalie tried not to hesitate, but the familiar stream of electricity from the collar told her she had. It echoed through her body and she felt herself cry out. She shouldn’t have hesitated. She shouldn’t have stopped to think about it.
“Evelyn is good to me.”
This time Natalie repeated it without a second thought. Three times. Always three times. Thinking hurt, she needed to just repeat it.
“I am nothing without Evelyn.”
There was no gap between them. No thirty or so minutes. As soon as she finished the previous, the next was ready. Natalie repeated it. She repeated them all. She wanted to argue, but she didn’t know what against. Who would she even be if she did escape? She could escape. She would. But would she ever be anything other than what Evelyn had turned her into?
I belong to Evelyn. I deserve to be punished until I’m perfect. Evelyn is my everything. I will obey Evelyn. Evelyn is good to me. I am nothing without Evelyn.
One after another after another. MINA led her through them. She repeated and repeated and repeated. If she stopped to think about them, she might have struggled. The collar would ensure she suffered for it. Instead she said the words and let their meaning slip away. She couldn’t let herself think about it. She couldn’t allow herself to examine which were true and which weren’t. She’d already done too much of that. She already hated herself for thinking any of them might be true. But if she wasn’t getting out of here anytime soon, then all of them would eventually become true.
If Evelyn wanted to break her, these affirmations may well be her strongest weapon. Or maybe it was the sleep deprivation. Natalie’s war against her own eyelids was sapping the remainder of her focus, leaving only a small amount for her to follow MINA’s instructions.
“How’s my girl doing?” Evelyn’s voice was a welcome break from the monotony. When did she begin craving Evelyn’s attention?
“I… I‘m hungry…” Natalie knew she probably looked and sounded pathetic. But if it appeased Evelyn, she didn’t care. “And t-tired.” She lost the battle against a yawn.
“I’m sure you are.” Evelyn’s voice bounced off the cold stone walls. Natalie had been so focussed on her hunger and exhaustion, she’d almost forgotten how cold she was. But her body had been shivering of its own accord, even if her mind hadn’t noticed. “Tell me, darling, what lessons have you learned so far?”
“Le-lessons?” Natalie wasn’t sure what answers Evelyn wanted. She’d give Evelyn any answer she pleased, if only she knew what it was. “I.. I deserve to be… punished. I am nothing with-without you. I will obey you.” Hopefully one of those would suffice.
“What a quick learner you are.” Evelyn’s approval washed over Natalie, soothing some of the anxiety threatening to surge. “Any other lessons?”
“I belong to you.” Natalie heard herself responding before she even had time to think about it. The affirmations were her lessons. She had learnt them all. “You are good to me. You are my everything. I am nothing without you.”
“Very good.” Evelyn’s approval was like a drug - Natalie wanted more. No. No. She shouldn’t want it. But Evelyn’s approval meant less punishments. It meant she was doing good. “You said you were hungry, is that correct?”
Natalie looked into the camera, letting the despair in her bones show and nodded slowly. The jolt of electricity caught her off guard. She shuddered and shook her way through it, knowing Evelyn was probably enjoying the pathetic whimpers escaping her lips.
“Verbal responses are not optional.” Evelyn sounded vaguely annoyed.
“I’m sorry. I’ll be good. I’ll do better.” Natalie tried not to sniffle. She’d shed enough tears in this basement - she’d thought there would be none left to cry. She certainly wasn’t hydrated enough to spare the extra liquid.
“See that you do.” Evelyn’s disapproval wound itself around Natalie. She despised the hold that tone had on her. She felt herself unconsciously undoing her own resistance at the first sign of it - she had done from the day she first woke up here. “Now, are you hungry?”
“Yes, Evelyn.”
“I want your hands back in the chains.” Evelyn’s command sent a wave of horror through Natalie. Had she done something wrong? “Then I will bring food.” Maybe she’d done something right then. It was hard to tell.
Natalie shuddered at the feel of the metal against her skin. It felt colder than when it had released her however many hours ago. The first one clicked shut the moment her wrist was safely in place, and Natalie instinctively yanked at it. It didn’t budge. The second didn’t click shut. It stayed open around her wrist, daring her to pull away. She knew better. Evelyn had given an order, she would obey it.
It took no more than ten minutes before Natalie could hear the sound of Evelyn’s footsteps on the stairs. She wasn’t sure if her heart was beating faster from the dread or the excitement. Food. She was bringing food.
“Are your hands in the chains?” Evelyn’s voice came through the speakers.
“One of them didn’t close.” Natalie admitted, hoping Evelyn wouldn’t be angry with her for it. “But my hand is still in it.”
“Thank you for telling me.” The second chain clamped shut suddenly as Evelyn spoke. “You're such a good girl for me, aren’t you my love?”
“Yes, Evelyn. I want to be good for you.” Natalie knew that answer by heart. It wasn’t even one of the recent lessons, just something she knew Evelyn wanted her to say. Evelyn always liked it when she said it.
The door swung open and in strolled Evelyn, bag of treats in one hand and the dreaded tablet in the other. She walked carefully around the bed, before setting the tablet down and then pulling a bottle of water out of the bag to rest on the side table. She’d been so good rationing the previous bottle, maybe Evelyn had felt that deserved a reward.
Shit. Did she really just think that? Was water when she was thirsty a reward? It was better than being shocked. It was better than letting her throat dry out.
“First, you will take a punishment. Then you will be allowed to eat.” Evelyn pulled a chair over and sat back. “This will be the first of your thirteen. How many shocks do you think it should be?”
Panic coursed through Natalie. This hadn’t even been the punishment. She hadn’t even started working off the punishments. And now she had to choose. She wanted to choose none, but Evelyn would never accept that. She’d probably add more for the defiance. She had to pick a number high enough to prove she’d learned. She deserved to be punished - that’s what Evelyn wanted her to accept.
“I don’t know. I deserve to be punished as much as you choose.” Natalie hoped that was a safe answer.
A/N: This part literally flowed out of me before I had time to even read what I was writing.
Read Part 46 Here or Part 48 Here
Or you can find the Masterlist Here.
Content: kidnap whump, female whumpee, female whumper, care whumper, intimate whumper, creepy whumper, psychological trauma, emotional trauma, emotional whump , torture, punishment, sleep deprivation, psychological break, stockholm syndrome
As always, please let me know if there are any tags I missed!
Word Count: 1217
The lights burned Natalie’s eyes as they flashed on.
How long had it been? She was half asleep, half awake. Bleary-eyed and messy. She couldn’t count how many times she’d drifted in and out of sleep, barely waking up long enough to repeat the phrase.
Fire ignited in her veins everytime she lost coherency though. Everytime the words came out just a bit too slurred.
“I will obey Evelyn.” The words barely even registered. She would obey. She would do anything Evelyn wanted in exchange for even an hour of unbroken sleep.
But Evelyn was still not here. She still hadn’t spoken. Only MINA spoke. She enforced the phrase and then silence. Deafening silence. Silence so loud it echoed through Natalie’s mind.
“MINA,” Natalie’s voice was hoarse from screaming. “Please shuffle Evelyn’s favourite songs.”
Nothing. Natalie knew MINA wouldn’t, but it still stung. She had at least wanted MINA to tell her it wasn’t allowed. She just wanted to hear any words that weren’t those ones.
“I will obey Evelyn.” Natalie said the words unprompted. Maybe initiating the affirmation herself would please Evelyn.
The silence ate away at Natalie. She tried so hard to think of anything else. Anything to fill it. She remembered getting ready for the date. This dress, while not something she would ever have otherwise worn, did make her feel hot. She had felt so good, so attractive. And Evelyn’s reaction to her had been intoxicating. Why couldn’t that Evelyn be the one she got to see more of? Devoted and loving.
The night they met, Evelyn had been loving as well. In the bar, she was charming and sweet. She’d pulled out Natalie’s chair for her, bought her drinks, held her arm to escort her to the dance floor. Evelyn had taken Natalie’s lead all night. She’d been patient and doting. Natalie had spent the whole night working up the courage to give Evelyn her number, to ask for a proper date. She hadn’t managed to ask.
Maybe if she’d asked, she wouldn’t be here now. If she’d shown then how much she liked Evelyn, maybe they could have been a real couple.
“I belong to Evelyn.” MINA’s voice pulled Natalie from the memory.
Natalie didn’t need to be told what was expected. The words flowed from her lips before the shocks could come. Three times. Always say it in threes.
Hunger and thirst were the next things to tear Natalie's mind apart. If she couldn’t sleep, she at least needed nourishment. But with chains holding her in place, Natalie knew that wasn’t her choice to make. Even with a full bottle of water sat beside the bed.
She looked at it longingly, silently begging for the soothing liquid to calm the rough edges of her throat. She couldn’t tell if her throat was more painful inside or out. Screaming in agony had done nothing but torture her wind pipes and exhaust her lungs. And the collar's abuse of her throat would no doubt have already left bruises and burns.
“I belong to Evelyn.” MINA prompted her to repeat it three more times.
Would Evelyn even want her any more whilst she looked so brutalised and weak? Was Evelyn wanting her a good thing? Evelyn wanting her had landed her here. Evelyn wanted to have her, to hold her. Evelyn wanted to break her. But once she broke, what then? Did Evelyn care beyond that?
“I belong to Evelyn.”
Natalie felt herself shake the thoughts from her foggy mind. Evelyn wanted her like this. Evelyn wanted her no matter what she did. The thought wasn’t entirely comforting, but it did relax the spiralling of doubt. Messy and broken, Evelyn would still want her. Unconditionally. Evelyn wanted her.
Wait. That wasn’t right. Evelyn had rules. Evelyn had given her orders and punishments. Evelyn was teaching her. It wasn’t unconditional, but Evelyn was teaching her how to meet the conditions.
“I belong to Evelyn.”
She did. She belonged to Evelyn. She belonged here, where Evelyn wanted her. How long had she been here?
No. No. She couldn’t believe that. She didn’t want to.
But Evelyn didn’t care what she wanted. Natalie’s opinion was irrelevant. She needed to obey Evelyn. She belonged to Evelyn.
Fight back. Goddamnit. She needed to resist.
The chains rattled as she pulled on them. It was hopeless. Everything was hopeless. Fighting back had done this to her. If she’d just been good, obeyed like she was meant to, they could have had a fun date night. They could have played monopoly or jenga. Instead she’d chosen snakes and ladders. She’d ruined the night. She could have fallen asleep in a comfy bed in her room. She could have had blankets and books and chocolate. The night was hers to control and she ruined it.
Hours passed. Lots of them. She knew for sure that it was hours, because MINA was prompting her with an affirmation consistently. Natalie counted it as every thirty minutes. The lights never once flickered. The water bottle stayed tauntingly close. Natalie’s thoughts kept swirling.
Hunger prodded at her, but it was the least of her worries. She’d grown used to shallow breathing, taking just enough oxygen in to survive but not enough to truly be satisfied. Breathing was a luxury Evelyn hadn’t decided she was worthy of yet.
Every few hours the affirmation changed:
I belong to Evelyn.
I deserve to be punished.
Evelyn is my everything.
I will obey Evelyn.
She repeated every single one with less and less hesitation. By the time she got back to the first one, the lights were turning off again. Maybe she’d be allowed to sleep now.
Please god let her sleep. Please Evelyn. Was there a difference between them? Neither of them answered her prayers.
The affirmations continued, though she managed to get snippets of sleep between them now. She was coherent enough to avoid being shocked. She was quick enough to obey so that she wasn’t punished.
All day. All night. Was that what the lights were, the shift from day to night? That was all Natalie had to judge time passing by. That and the affirmations.
“I deserve to be punished.”
Repeated again and again. She shouldn’t have defied. She shouldn’t have resisted. Let Evelyn do whatever she wanted. She should be good and do as Evelyn wanted.
No. No. Don’t let her break you.
Please god. Please Evelyn. Anything to end the silence. Anything to end the torment.
“Evelyn is my everything.”
The lights came on again. Had it really been a full night already?
“I will obey Evelyn.”
The lights went off again. Another day gone. How long would she be here? What would it take to please Evelyn?
Natalie’s stomach screamed for something. Anything. Her mind ignored it. Screaming got her nowhere. Crying got her nowhere. She had to wait for Evelyn. Eventually she would be allowed. Eventually her punishment would end. All thirteen punishments. She shouldn’t have defied. She should have been better.
“I belong to Evelyn.”
The lights came on again. Natalie’s voice barely existed anymore, she worried it wouldn’t be enough to avoid punishment. Her lips were cracking. Her head was spinning. The water was still sitting right there. Just one sip would be like tasting heaven.
Read Part 79 Here or Part 81 Here
Or you can find the Masterlist Here.
Content: Whumper POV, kidnap whump, female whumpee, female whumper, care whumper, intimate whumper, creepy whumper, psychological trauma, emotional trauma, emotional whump, torture, punishment, sleep deprivation, psychological break, stockholm syndrome, dubious consent
As always, please let me know if there are any tags I missed!
Word Count: 1384
Watching Natalie crumble so fully after only a few shocks was beautiful. She’d watched Natalie’s tears create pretty little trails down her cheeks and had to fight with herself not to ruin Natalie further. She needed her to at least remain coherent enough to say the affirmations. Hearing Natalie say them was Evelyn’s greatest joy.
And when she’d initiated her own affirmations earlier - Evelyn had almost lost her composure and dropped to her own knees for the pretty little thing. Natalie was too perfect. Evelyn wanted to break her even more.
She pressed the button and watched Natalie’s face contort in pain again as she tried to control her breathing and maintain eye contact. She’d only had to be told once so far, that was a very good sign. Her pet was very good at taking instruction and corrections.
“Evelyn…. D-decides what I-I can han… handle.” The waves of pain interrupted Natalie’s speech with satisfying regularity. Even if she had turned it down slightly, Natalie was not going to be getting off easily this time.
“Three.” Evelyn nodded as she tapped to stop the pain.
“Three.” Natalie’s breathing looked to be laboured, something Evelyn enjoyed immensely.
She repeated the pattern a few more times, letting Natalie get to seven before changing the rules. “The next affirmation is up to you again.” Evelyn stroked her thumb over Natalie’s cheek. “Make sure it’s worthwhile.”
The grief on Natalie’s face was glorious. She was already scrambling to think of what she could say and the pain hadn’t even started yet.
Evelyn was almost glad her employees had been incompetent all day. Her rage had been building and building for the last few hours, every email stocking the fire. She couldn’t punish them like this though, even if it would be satisfying to see how long it took before they each broke. But none of them could ever break so beautifully as Natalie. None of them could look this pretty while crying. There wasn’t a person alive that could rival the desperation and pathetic hopefulness when Natalie begged. She adored Natalie’s begging.
“Do you know what you want to say, Princess?” Evelyn stroked a hand down Natalie’s cheek. She relished the shiver the simple gesture elicited.
Natalie took a moment before nodding quickly. The look in her eyes was so desperate; the way the tears clung to her lashes as she pleaded without words was utter perfection. And the strained agony as she tried to keep herself upright and looking at Evelyn when the pain crashed into her was amusing to say the least. Her whimpery little voice as she tried to catch a breath to speak was pathetic.
“I… I belong… t-to you.” Natalie’s agony interrupted her words and Evelyn couldn’t help but smirk.
“That’s right.” Evelyn stopped the shock. Natalie needed to connect the dots that affirmations would stop the pain. Affirmations earned her good things. Evelyn had already seen it working, Natalie had even used them to calm herself without prompting. She was such a quick learner. Evelyn had thought it would take at least a full month to have Natalie this broken. “Mine. That’s what you are.”
“Yours.” Natalie nodded as a few more tears trickled down her cheeks.
“Count it then, my love.” Evelyn smiled warmly at her sweet girl.
“F-four?” The uncertainty was adorable.
Of course, Natalie had already realised the number was for Evelyn to determine. Was this number four, or did she feel the need to take it back again? The choice would always be Evelyn’s and she savoured the power of it. It didn’t matter that this was actually number five if they were counting properly. It didn’t matter that they’d counted the last one as three. It only mattered whether she wanted it to be number four or not.
“Good girl.” Evelyn booped her nose. “Deep breaths for me now. Are you ready for the next one?”
“I… I don’t know what to… for the affirmation… I…” Natalie hung her head for a second, before jolting from the panic of remembering she’d been told to look at Evelyn. “Want them… them to be good enough. Want to be your good girl. Please help me be good for you.”
“You want to be good for me?” Evelyn couldn’t help a wicked grin spreading across her features as Natalie hurriedly nodded her agreement. “Then tell me, darling, do you like it when I give you attention?”
“I…I…” Evelyn watched the cogs turning in Natalie’s brain, looking for the trap. She was smart enough to know there was definitely an incorrect answer. “I like when… you’re gentle w-with me and give… Give me cuddles and… y-you feel warm and soft.” Natalie could almost look shy, if not for the right amount of terror in her eyes.
“Then why not tell me that you like my attention?” Evelyn wiped a stray tear from Natalie’s cheek. “Or tell me that you like when I give you cuddles. All kinds of things can be an affirmation, baby.”
Natalie nodded slowly. “I like when you give me cuddles.”
“I know, sweetheart.” Evelyn leaned back and enjoyed the agony that crossed Natalie’s features before she stuttered out the words again. “Good. Now count it for me.”
“F-five.” Natalie was still breathless as she complied.
Each affirmation was music to Evelyn’s ears. Every admission coming directly from her sweet toy. Her beloved pet. Her beautiful girl.
‘I like when you give me attention.’ Number six.
‘I like when you’re soft with me.’ Number seven.
‘I like how you look after me.’ Number eight.
‘I like when you kiss me.’ Number nine.
Natalie had hesitated more for the last one. But she’d chosen it herself. They both knew it was true as well, even if Natalie would only admit it under duress. Evelyn had heard her whimpers for more when they kissed though, she’d seen the desperation for everything Evelyn offered Natalie.
“Such a good girl for me.” Evelyn leaned down to grip Natalie’s chin. “You’re taking your punishment so well.” She could feel Natalie shaking from the effort to stay upright, yet she still leaned instinctively into Evelyn’s touch.
“Good for you.” Natalie’s eyes were full of teary submission despite the pain she was obviously in. “Want to be good for you.” Her speech had begun slurring slightly from number eight.
“I know, my love. I know.” Evelyn didn’t release her grip even slightly. She wanted to keep Natalie focussed entirely on her, if she dissociated too much she wouldn’t learn. Evelyn wanted her to learn. She wanted her to suffer. “Do you think you can take another six?”
Natalie let out a soft little whimper that almost melted Evelyn’s heart. Almost. But it would take more than her adorable pet whimpering to make her relent, even if her seething anger from earlier was already long gone. All she felt now was power and pride as she gazed on her beautiful creation. Natalie: the broken mess at her feet. Natalie: the adoring girlfriend Evelyn was turning her into.
“I’ll tell you what,” Evelyn placed a soft kiss on Natalie’s forehead. She very nearly didn’t hear the quiet little hum of contentment that the kiss elicited. “Keep being a good girl for the next six and I will let you choose some snacks for us to share.” Evelyn gently stroked away a few strands of hair that had pasted to Natalie’s cheek. “Does that sound good?”
“Hmmm.” Natalie nuzzled into Evelyn’s lingering fingers on her cheek. “W-while we cuddle? You… you said we’d cuddle l-later.” She was so amazingly hopeful. How could Evelyn ever deny her cuddles?
“Of course we can cuddle, sweetheart. Good girls get all the cuddles they want.” Evelyn placed a few more kisses on Natalie’s forehead.
“Want to be your good girl.” Natalie hummed with every kiss.
“That can be your affirmation for the last six, my sweet.” Evelyn decided she liked the way Natalie slurred it slightly. Every slurred affirmation was a step closer to her accepting her fate fully. Natalie was so close to fully accepting it - Evelyn knew it wouldn’t be long before Natalie’s every thought was hers to control.
She released Natalie and waited for her to focus her teary gaze onto Evelyn properly. These last six would be beautiful.
Tag List: @galactic-worm, @imtheperkiness, @sootheandsavage, @auroragehenna, @sondersunbeams, @axelthelemon04, @indigo-whump
