run <3
killer!suna x fem!reader | 1.7k~
cw: kidnapping(? kinda), fear play, knife play, cutting/branding(both parties), body mutilation/horror(ig), blood play+kink, male masturbation, nipple play(barely), cum play, size difference, mentions of past victims, little deg for spice.
a/n: ? dunno, it just came out. no minors or blank blogs or you're next.
"where're we goin, rin?"
he had driven you guys away from the city, the lights, the people. the further into the woods he drove the more your nerves starting getting to you. thoughts of all those missing girls filled your head, what if the person who had gotten them finds you two?
he could hear the pull in your voice, that same nervousness the other girls voiced when he would drive them out here.
"i know a spot."
the way you turn to look at him, eyes apprehensive but trying to trust, he didn't even have to look at you to know; he has the routine memorized. you shift in your seat a little, thumbs twiddling while you look out the window -nothing but trees, everywhere.
you check your phone for the time and the uneasy feeling in your stomach grows.
"there's no reception...are you sure it's safe out here this late? what if something happens to the car and we can't get back?"
"we'll be fine," he promises, "we're almost there." a big palm makes its way to your thigh, warm and calloused. "you trust me, yeah?" he asks, he knows you want to, knows you'll say yes even if your gut is telling somethings off.
"yeah."
"good. so relax, 'ts just a little more."
you nod your head and let your shoulders relax, the tension in your chest still tight. the car cuts through a trail, thick brush on either side of you, the headlights illuminating a rusty "private property; do not enter" sign.
"the sign said no trespassers, rin, i don't think we should be here."
he sighs something annoyed, the grip on your thigh tightening almost painfully.
"i told you to relax didnt i?"
"y-yeah...but there's nothing o-ow!"
the hand on your thigh cuts you off with a mean tug to your hair, the sting pricks your eyes with tears and you're yanked into his side.
"we're here. god." he shoves your body away and your back hits the door, that stupid, scared, look on your face; confusion and betrayal- his favorite.
"wh-what are we doing here rintaro? i wanna g-go home, you're scaring me."
he scoffs, "you're scaring me" he mimics, voice high and exaggerated. he ignores you and opens the center console to pull out a pair of black leather gloves, slipping them on before reaching into the back seat to pull out a big, shiny knife.
your voice catches in your throat and your eyes widen, vision blurred with tears. "you know," he drawls, "you're pretty fuckin' stupid. coming out here with a guy you hardly know. 'specially with all the missing girls lately... all cause i paid a little attention to you. are you always this easy? are a few compliments all it takes?"
your voice comes out shaky, barely above a whisper as you plead.
"rin.. please. i won't say anything, i-i wont t-tell anyone, j- please don't hurt me."
"spread your legs." the bored look on his face is betrayed by the evil glimmer in his eyes. you visibly shrink in on yourself, your legs pressing together in defiance. your eyes squeeze shut as you shake your head no, tears rolling down your cheeks.
"dont do this, ple-"
"spread your fucking legs" he cuts, body leaning forward as he points the knife at your neck.
you breath stutters as more tears fall, appeasing and spreading your legs to his gaze. his tongue runs over his lips at the sight, your light pink panties on display in the yellow light of the car. he leans in, lifting the hem of your dress with his knife to get a better view.
he mumbles something under his breath you don't catch, a squeal echoing in the car when he dives in between your legs, nose inhaling deeply on your sex. he pulls back and his knife holds the fabric of your dress up to run the cold tip over the soft skin of your thighs, you shudder above him, yelping when you feel a tiny sting- a cut. he repeats this a few more times till both thighs are littered with them, tiny drops of blood pooling at the broken skin.
"rintaro-"
"don't talk."
he runs the blade over the inside of both thighs to collect some blood before pressing against your panties, you jump at the contact and he clicks his teeth disapprovingly.
"stay still."
you sniffle as the cold metal runs between your clothed pussy a few times, twitching when he presses the cool tip against your clit.
"that hurts.. rinta- ow! please" he pinches the fat of your leg roughly and you cry out again, a dark laugh leaving him as he leans back against the drivers side door.
"take them off" he orders
"what?" you ask, it's barely a whisper, he would've missed it had he not been so close.
"take off your panties and give them to me. don't make tear them off you, hate when they rip. the last girl struggled so much they tore, god she was so fucking annoying." your stomach sinks at his confession, were you about to become one of many girls no one ever heard from again?
shakily, you shimmy your panties off and hand them to him, closing your legs as soon as he grabs them and wincing at the sting from his cuts. immediately he presses them to his nose, sniffing as he groans into the fabric, your eyes fall to his lap and catch an outline of something big, he's hard. your stomach twists at the idea of him getting off on this.
"see something y'like?" he catches your gaze, laughing when you desperately shake your head no. he places the balled panties in his lap as his thin fingers start undoing his belt buckle and zipper, pulling out his fattened cock from its confines. he was big, well endowed and decorated with pretty purple veins on either side, definitely something he could hurt you with.
"relax," he scoffs, "m not gunna touch you." he hisses as he thumb over the slit, his hips bucking at the contact. "i'm gunna touch myself and you're gunna watch."
you try and reason with him again before he shuts you up, the low light in the car bounces off the pearls of precum gathered at the crown, he takes one more sniff of your underwear before wrapping the material around his cock and starting a steady pace, grunts and moans leave him at expert flicks and tugs of his wrist.
when you think he's not paying attention you slowly reach a hand behind you, trying to get a grip on the door to hopefully open and run off. your attempt doesn't go unnoticed, his movements don't stop as he sneers up at you, wrist seemingly moving faster.
"'ts locked dumbass, 'course it's locked."
his free hand makes it's way under his shirt to tug at his already pebbled nipples, gloved fingers tugging and twisting as his moans grow breathier. his hips start to buck into his wrist and his movements grow sloppy, voice tight when he barks orders again.
"spread your legs, lemme see the blood."
your thighs are tacky as the blood had already started drying, something he clicks his tongue at.
"tch, squeeze your thighs, wanna fuck see it drip again."
you do as you're told and apply pressure to where he cut you, warm droplets of blood fall and a loud, almost pained groan leaves him. his rambles get pitchier and incoherent as both hands work themselves faster on his body to bring him to the edge.
the hand on his chest reaches for the knife at his side, tucking the end of his shirt between his lips to bring the weapon to his stomach, cutting along his toned tummy till blood seeps out. your eyes widen in horror as old scars and scraggly scarred names of the other missing girls run along the expanse of his abdomen.
"remind nghh of your name again?"
meekly you answer him, a satisfied grunt from him in response when he carves the letters of name right under his bellybutton.
the car fills with a final wanton moan and a sloppy, trembling hands come to a halt as his cums paints the cotton of your panties. the slight drool that fell from hips lips stains his shirt in a dark puddle, breaths ragged and temples sweaty as he stares at your horrified expression. he lifts the material off his spent cock to his lips, licking the cum he spilt before reaching over to grab you by your hair again, dragging you in front of him to to spit his spunk directly on your face.
he reaches for the soiled underwear and shoves it deep into your mouth, quickly tucking himself back in his pants before climbing over your body to wrestle you in the seat. strong thighs easily keeping you pinned in place while reaching for the handle on the side to lay the seat down.
you struggle under him, scared and slapping at his chest, now what? he uses one strong hand to pin both yours together by your head, the other tucks the hem of your dress into one of the straps to give him unrestricted access to all your pretty skin.
he reaches for the knife again and brings it to your face, his own somehow darker, something hungrier swimming in the dark pools of his eyes. slowly, he drags the tip over the curve of your nose, your cupid's bow, your chin. he continues, down the valley of your breast before dancing over the material of your dress and down your exposed belly, stopping right above your cunny.
"gunna make you one of my girls... mark you up and make you mine. mine mine mine."
he's not talking to you, more at you and to himself. the cold metal runs over your skin before your soiled panties muffle your pained screams, he scratches the letters of his name sloppily into you, adding a heart at the end much harder than he had cut your thighs, more blood spilling as he brands you. "rin <3" bleeds as you thrash, he's so much stronger than you, you couldn't push him away even if you tried. the weight of his knees on your thighs sure to bruise.
he rips the panties out of your mouth as you gasp, sobbing at the situation you found yourself in. how'd it come to this? he coos and wipes your tears away uncharacteristically, pressing the soiled cotton onto your freshly cut flesh to collect the blood, leaning in to press a kiss to your neck. the change in his demeanor so drastic it gives you whiplash.
you hiccup, "w-why are you doing this?"
he laughs, something empty as he brushes some hair out of your face.
"you're not like the others," he rasps, ignoring you, his pupils are blown wide and you can hear your heart beating in your ears. he lets your hands go in favor of unlocking your door and you feel his hard-on pressing against you, he laughs to himself, his expression unreadable.
"go," he says. opening your door before lifting himself off of you and back into his seat, reaching for the bloody, cum soaked underwear again.
"run."
©️2021 clubsouya. do not modify or repost.