♡ - Chase (Grim) (R21+) ♡ - For @fraternum-momentum (hope you enjoy it mel ♡) Warnings: mentions of torture, mild torture, obsessive behavior, degrading speech, and more!
How long has this been going on? Perhaps hours, maybe even days at this point - but who are you to keep track of it? After all, it can even be a year and you wouldn’t know any better.
All you are aware of at the moment, was the hard tile floor underneath you as the larger man forces you to the ground by the heel of his boot. Heavy and flat, he presses down onto your stomach as he leans over you. His shadow completely engulfing your body, and in the dim red light of his ‘enclosure’, Grim would gaze upon you with eyes that seemed to glow a poisonous green color.
“Got you again, puppy.”
Lowering himself down, he would purposefully apply further pressure on your stomach as he lowers himself down, getting closer until his face was far closer with yours. He’ll even dig his heel further into your gut to wrench out that beautiful little whine and wheeze from you, just the way he likes it.
“I’m starting to think you actually want to get caught, puppy. Am I right? Why else are you making it so pathetically easy for me to catch you?” He would ask, when he knows full well why you’re so easy to get caught. Your ankle would thrum with pain to remind you.
“I’m starting to get bored you know, with how sloppy you’ve gotten. You don’t mind me spicing things up, do you?”
Re-adjusting himself above you, Grim would take off his boot from your stomach, finally easing your discomfort in some way. But now, he had decided to straddle your middle, his weight now placed fully on your torso. Your head still spinning from the pain and exhaustion, you don’t even get to fully register what exactly is happening until his large calloused hands had wrapped themselves around your neck, both thumbs bent to apply pressure to your trachea. “Don’t worry puppy, I’m not gonna actually kill you - just wanna see the face you make as you fight for breath.” It was crash, it was insane - he was utterly and horribly mad! Grim knew this - no he was fully aware, no reasonable adult man with a sane mind would do it. It was so fortunate that he was insane right?
He was insane, right? Therefore, this should be expected. This should be okay.
In your last bit of breath, you try to beg him - to appeal to him in some way. It was short and soft, but you ask if he can let you go.
Grim would pause, his green eyes widen in surprise as this was the first time you’ve actually spoken tonight during your Playdate. There was a beat of silence as he would watch you with an unreadable gaze, an unknown emotion swirling in his eyes. You’d half expect him to go insane like he did last time, that led to your throbbing ankle now.
“Hm? What’s that, baby?” He asks, as if he fully didn’t hear you - maybe it was a challenge, maybe he was truly unsure if he heard the right words. Regardless, despite the fact that he is still pressing his thumbs down onto your neck like that, you repeat your plea to him. Only to be met with a smug, sadistic smile - his maddening red smeared make up only serving to make it look far more twisted and torn than it was.
“Oh baby, - PFT-! You don’t mean that, oh of course not. You wanna play with me right?” Did it matter if you’re shaking your head? One hand finally left your neck, relieving some of the pressure, but now your face has been yanked close to Grim’s, where your cheek were rubbing together, his red lipstick smearing itself onto your face as he breathes right against you. His eyes - his eyes did not blink once as he stares right into your own. “Of course you don’t mean that, baby. Why would you want to leave me? Is it cause you’ve gotten bored? Have I been too mean to you? I’ll let you win some games, alright?”
He would finally pause to finally reposition his face, tip of his nose pressing against your own as he gazes his eyes downwards to you, “No more of this nonsense about ‘going home’, okay? Your new home is right here.”