Tw: 18+, smut, dubcon/noncon, knife play, home invasion, chasing, pervy stalker Bucky, yandere obsessive Bucky, referring to reader as ‘little rabbit’ but not in a pet play way, ends in angsty fluff, if I’m missing any major tags please lmk!
A/N: damn look at me uploading twice in one week, who would’ve thought. I have not been in a hurricane but I’ve been in a bunch of tornadoes and blizzards so I apologize if it’s not accurate. The first part of this is written in main POV but then switches to Bucky. Also I write my winter soldier fics w the super soldier build he’s supposed to have so he’s like beefy and 6’6 in my fics. This was written, edited, and posted from my phone so if it’s shitty idk what to tell you I just work here
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Louisiana, 2013:
A crack of thunder from the storm outside woke you like a loud alarm clock sending you straight up in bed. Your chest heaved as you looked around in the darkness as if you could see through it. With a bolt of lightning, your room illuminated from your window and the large figure that stood in your room made your heart race. The brief light had gone and you could no longer see what you prayed your imagination was concocting. “Hello?”
“You sleep peacefully,” a voice made of iron spoke back and you quickly snapped out of whatever dream-like haze you were still in.
“W-What are you doing in my house?”
Your voice sounded so weak and pathetic as you called out to the mysterious figure standing at the edge of your bed, you wish you were imagining things.
“I must take shelter.”
The more he spoke the coarse sharpness of the man's words felt like a bucket of ice water being dumped on you. It wasn’t a dream or even a nightmare, there was a giant of a man standing in your bedroom. Another flash of lightning through your window illuminated the soaking wet man with an expression as cold as the midnight air.
“Take anything you want, please god, just don’t hurt me.” You begged retreating to the furthest corner of the bed with your loose sheets balled up in your fists. This couldn’t be happening, not to you, not now.
“The weather, it is vengeful outside, your home was the easiest to get into. I lost the target but I cannot be taken back until the weather clears.”
The way he spoke was so foreign, but not in a language barrier. His words were so broken and fried like he hadn’t had a reason to speak in a long time.
“It’s a hurricane,” you mumbled, shaking like a leaf with your heart pounding like a drum in your chest. “Everyone had to evacuate.”
“Then why are you here?” He quizzed.
“I didn’t have anywhere else to go,” you cleared your throat. “I figured I’d board up the windows and stay until it blew over.” You aren’t sure why you were explaining yourself to him when all you could think about right now is that you should’ve left with everyone else rather than be where you are. With a strange man dressed in tactical gear talking about losing his target broke into your home in the middle of the night with no neighbors nearby to hear you scream.
He only gave a soft grunt to reply. “My transit cannot arrive in these conditions, your house was the first I saw that wasn’t too barricaded I could get inside. You did not board your windows or doors as well as you claim.”
“Please don’t hurt me,” you begged, a stray tear rolling down your cheek. “You can take anything you want.”
“I said I needed shelter, I do not like repeating myself.” He scoffed. “Are you unable to hear? Why can you not listen?”
“I’m sorry,” you breathed heavily. “You don’t need to repeat it. I just want to make this easy for both of us and where no one has to get hurt.” But you both knew you couldn’t protect yourself from him.
He chuckled maniacally. “Oh, is that so? You offend me. Do you think you can overpower me? And how exactly would you do that?”
“I’m fast.” You tried to defend yourself, your eyes darting between him and your open bedroom door.
“Is that so?” His tongue grazed across his bottom lip. “Why don’t I give you a head start?” He stepped out of your line of path to the door.
“What?” You whimpered.
“You heard me,” his voice hardened like his stance. “I told you I will not repeat myself for your disrespect. I’m giving you a chance to get away; this is not an opportunity I give often.”
You stirred in bed, unsure of what to do.
“One…Two…I suggest you run, rabbit.”
Your feet hit the floor with a clap of thunder. You slept only in a shirt and underwear, not exactly running clothes, let alone one you could escape in this weather. You bolted through your home, your mind rushing a thousand miles a minute, trying to come up with a plan, anything to survive.
“Little rabbit,” his heavy boots stomped slowly from your bedroom. “I’m going to get you, and I’m going to enjoy it.”
You got to your front door, still barricaded from the inside, you couldn’t get out, not quick enough at least. You didn’t know what window he came in, you didn’t exactly have the time to search either.
Spinning back around you ran into the kitchen, the humidity the storm was creating slickened every surface. You scrambled through your drawers for a knife, cursing yourself for never owning enough silverware.
“That is it?” A scoff huffed from the archway into the kitchen. You whipped back around holding a knife in his direction. “Couldn’t find a way out?”
“Stay back!” You yelled with false confidence. “I’ll use it!”
The man laughed, mumbling something in a language you couldn’t understand. “And what are you going to do with that, little rabbit?” He crept closer to you as you were backed against the kitchen sink.
The underlying growl of his breathing was close enough that you could feel it against your skin, like a panther ready to catch its prey.
He grabbed the knife from you by the blade with no hint of pain and snapped it in half from the handle before tossing it across the floor. You gasped at the inhuman display of strength and clutched your arms over your chest as if it would do anything to protect you but it only accentuated your breasts through your shirt. When you watched his eyes follow your figure you quickly repositioned yourself to hide.
Towering over you with his massive build he grabbed your arms and pried them from you, exposing you to him, your oversized shirt being the only thing covering you.
“Pretty little rabbit,” he grunted, the water still dripping wet off of him now getting on you.
You stayed frozen in pure terror as he ducked down and dragged his nose along your neck.
“I can smell how scared you are.” His deep voice vibrated against your skin. “Do I scare you, little rabbit?”
“Y-Yes,” you whimpered, your eyes staying anchored to the corner of the wall away from him as you tried to pretend you didn’t see him smelling you like you were his next meal.
“Poor thing,” he grinned with condescension before inhaling your hair. He surprised you when he let go of your hands, only to pull something from his tactical belt, but he stood hips pressed against you with no way for you to move.
“Please, don’t!” You gasped as the glint of the metal of his switchblade caught the faint light created by the roaring storm outside. He taunted it in front of your face, close enough for your shaky breath to fog the blade.
He then grabbed your hand and wrapped it around the handle of the knife, leaving it in your hand. “My knife is better; try again.”
You furrowed your brow in confusion. Was he so confident that even with a real weapon you couldn’t do anything or did he just have a death wish?
You could only stay frozen with his knife in your hand pointed at his chiseled face where he positioned you. “Try to get away. Do your worst, little rabbit.”
Uncomfortably you could only stare at him not understand what his game was and notice how truly beautiful the man was. “I won’t win.”
“I know,” his tongue brushed across his bottom lip as he stared at you like a starving wolf. “But I want to see you struggle, want to watch you play, little rabbit.”
You quickly swung the knife aiming it at his jugular. But he confiscated your hands even faster, restraining them in his and twisting them with superhuman strength, forcing you to spin and bend to his will and push you down to the kitchen counter knocking the knife down with it.
“That is better, little one.” He praised proudly filling you with an embarrassing sense of accomplishment. “You might be able to fight off an intruder, an average male perhaps. But that is not me, you will never stand a chance. I am not only a man, my blood pumps with power in ways you cannot imagine.”
“Please, don’t do this.” You begged, realizing the predicament of your position. Restrained, bent over, your shirt riding up leaving your panty clad pelvis on display in front of a violent man who had been looking at you as if you were his next meal. “I won’t say anything. I’ll be good.”
“Oh, you’ll be good you say?” He retorted, grabbing the knife beside you where it dropped. “I will be the judge of your word then, little rabbit.”
As you began to wreathe in protest he swiftly threw you back over his muscular shoulder like you weighed nothing. You struggled in his grasp as he walked back to your bedroom on the other side of the house, his knife between his teeth.
With his muddy boots, he kicked your bedroom door open wider, leaving a trail throughout the home. Throwing you onto the bed, you slightly bounced against the springed mattress. You scrambled to try to scamper away but he knew your play before you did and straddled your hips. Despite having the knife in his mouth, with his bare hands he ripped your shirt in half, ignoring the yelp from you. He wrapped the shredded fabric around your wrists and then to the headboard. You wanted to fight back more but he’d already proved so many times how you could never overpower him, you could never get away.
After properly tying your wrists to the headboard he stepped off of the bed to look down at his prize lying before him. His jaw clenched tighter around the knife as he admired your body and the way your breasts rose with your heavy breathing.
His gloved hand groped your chest before he traced his fingers down your sternum watching your skin erupt in goosebumps in his trail. When leading to your hips he pulled your underwear off you now leaving you completely bare to him. With your torn balled up underwear in his hand, he held them to his nose and inhaled deeply. You cringed at the primal act as if he was trying to memorize your scent like a bloodhound before dropping your underwear to the floor.
You wiggled below his towering gaze as if your struggle would somehow free you from your confines but you only excited him further.
His stiff hands spread your thighs apart sternly but not violently, it was as if you were a delicate test subject. He inspected you like an artifact, his eyes so drawn in you’d think he was hypnotized.
He pulled his knife out of his mouth, the handle wet with his saliva, and held it tightly by the blade guiding the handle of it between your legs. “No!” You protested, scared of what the evil man had planned.
“You do not order me, little rabbit.” He ricocheted your attempt, yet his eyes never left.
If there was one thing he knew it was to hunt. In his hunt, he watched and waited for his mission, but never missed the world that lived on around him. More often than not when he’d stake out on a building's rooftop peering through the windows of the one across he’d see the lives of others blissfully unaware of him. He’d seen the act of sex many many times and he’d watched so infatuated with the desperate yet devoted act of affection and touch he didn’t believe he would ever receive, he didn’t deserve to be a recipient anyway.
The way a man could draw a woman to tears and pleas in ways he wasn’t aware was capable of doing. Whenever he did it it was because they were about to die at his hand, but when he saw it done with pleasure and ecstasy he was filled with impatient envy.
He always noted the way they would react to the specific types of movements from their lover. Different decades, different people, and yet their reactions would be universal whenever the man’s fingers would enter her or his head would live between her thighs and devour her whole. He paid attention to the alternating styles between pairs. Sometimes soft and loving, others fast and rough, from behind, the woman on top with her head thrown back in a moan, or her lips around his cock, it didn’t matter how but all he could dream about was being the one. He wanted to feel a human touch he thought he’d never live as if he was incapable of being desired like that.
And he had entered your home, prepared to kill anyone who resided but came across you sleeping so peacefully despite the apocalyptic weather raging outside. And he thought of all the times he’d seen lovers devout themselves to each other in the sheets of a bed. And how he thought even unaware of his presence, gently asleep, you looked so beautiful he wanted to touch you the way he’d seen others do over and over again. He wanted to try every single way he’d ever seen before with you. Some more than others; he didn’t want the emotionless fuck from behind. He wanted to look at you, see you beg for him, and this time not just for your life.
Breathing heavily he dragged the handle of the same knife you tried to kill him with between your legs. You jolted as the rounded edge of the handle slid between your lips, glistening with your arousal. He played every interaction in his head the way he’d do late at night when his cock grew hard and he could only alleviate the pain by fucking his hand and imagining himself to do if he ever got the chance to do so himself to a pretty woman who kissed him deeply.
All the ways he’d seen women in pleasure even without a partner. Using fake phallas shaped items to fuck themselves as if there was a partner there until they cried out and released in the way he recognized for himself.
Gripping the blade tightly digging into his palm and guarding you from pain he began to slide his tool inside of you, watching you tense up. He didn’t care about the sharp slicing against his hand when all he could focus on was how you tried to mask your pleasure induced cries from him and the sound of how wet you were. “My little rabbit,” he bellowed with need. “You take my knife so well, the way your body reacts even if you try to pretend it doesn’t. I know I am making you feel good. I want to watch you finish, I want to watch you cry for me.”
You shook your head faintly trying to deny what he could tell was building up inside of you. He paid attention to your heart rate, counting the fast beats and making sure you weren’t going to go into cardiac arrest. “I do not know why you deny yourself. Show me you will behave, that you can be good like you claim. I do not plan on stopping until I get what I want from you, be a good girl for me, and let your body take control. There’s nothing in that brain of yours anyway.”
Your hips met with the thrust of his knife as your half lidded eyes met his with your lips parted in a moan. As you poured into his eyes like a siren he swore to whatever higher power may exist that he wasn’t going to stop. He didn’t care if you begged and begged and fought him, he wasn’t going to stop until he couldn’t draw anything else from either of you. “Cry out for me, little rabbit.”
Your eyes squeezed shut as a whine similar to a symphonic masterpiece rang from you and a gush of arousal flooded his hand the way the streets were flooded outside.
Once your body grew rigid at the thrusts of his knife he pulled the weapon out of you and admired the sticky release left in its wake. He brought the handle to your mouth. “Clean my knife.”
You shuddered once more this time with fear as your lips parted just enough to slide the slicked handle in your pretty mouth. Your lips latched around it the way he’d seen women do on a cock and he hoped this storm would last for much longer so he’d get the chance to feel your warm wet mouth on him until he filled your mouth with his cum.
When he felt satisfied by your work he pulled it from your lips before switching it back closed to tuck back into his tactical belt. Your dazed eyes followed his every move, unsure of what his next plan was. This time he shocked you as he began to completely undress himself. He’d only seen men also bare with women and although he worried about you seeing his arm he didn’t want to do this wrong when he fantasized about it for so long.
Insecurity coursed through him as your eyes roamed over every inch of him, surprise coming across your face at the reveal of his arm but you didn’t say anything. He was glad you didn’t think he looked like the monster he actually was deep inside.
He moved onto the bed, positioning himself to kneel between your damp thighs. You started to reel back in from your orgasm as you realized what he was beginning to do as he guided his cock to your cunt. He slid his tip through your lips, over the spot at the top that made you whimper earlier only to drive the noise from you again.
If he kept it up he would cum just from sliding his cock through your slit but he didn’t want to waste his first load on that. He needed it to be buried deep inside your womb.
“Wait,” you struggled against your restraints as his throbbing tip teased your entrance. “You need to wear a condom, please!”
He only shook his head, he didn’t understand, but it was irrelevant when there was nothing in the world that would separate him from being inside of you bare.
His vibranium hand cradled under your thigh before hoisting it over his shoulder. He tried to ignore the way you flinched at the feel of the metal even if you didn’t say anything it still made him feel like a creature. He admired the way your body spread below him in the positions he forced you into. Before your still orgasm shocked brain could comprehend he thrust himself fully inside of you.
The moan that left him was one that could be described as unholy, unhuman, the way a creature would relish in joy when finally getting to feel the little human he’d been chasing after. You were the little rabbit he had been chasing and he was going to enjoy every second of ruining you.
“No, it’s too big, it hurts!” You plead, trying to pull away from him but he silenced you with a deep thrust that forced all of him inside of you, stretching you just for him.
“Shh,” he hushed. “Take it like you are meant to, little rabbit. Your body needs me, I can feel it inside of you.”
Leaning down to your face, stretching your leg uncomfortably with it, his lips ghosted over yours, confused and frustrated. He didn’t want to kiss you poorly, kissing was always introduced in every encounter he watched, and he assumed that intimacy was just as important as the act itself.
Like matching puzzle pieces his body fit perfectly into yours as he was pressed entirely onto you, his towering frame consumed you as he dragged his hips slowly inside of you. Your whimpers grew more desperate and uncontrollable with the slow dragging movement. He tried to keep from fucking into you fast, he wanted you to feel good. You looked too beautiful like this to try to deny you anything but as much pleasure as he could create. It was the first time someone had a reaction to him that wasn’t pure terror and he never thought he’d crave the feeling of someone pressed to him with the goal of happiness in sight.
“Kiss me,” he whispered, your noses brushing against each other. You hesitantly nodded before taking his lips into yours. Like much of his social intelligence, he pretended to know more than he did by copying others. He mimicked the way your soft mouth moved against his, the intoxicating feeling of your tongue brushing against his bottom lip. For a moment he thought he had died and gone to heaven, but there was no way a killer like him would go anywhere but the depths of hell. The peace you were creating for him felt nothing like he’d known at least not for some time. Like it was a distant memory he couldn’t recall.
He reached to your wrists bound to the headboard and yanked the piece tying them to the post free. He moved your stiff arms behind his neck, forcing you into a further embrace. He wanted to feel every inch of you until there was nothing left.
Every moan he drew from you separating your lips from each other for a brief moment felt more and more beautiful. He tried to convince himself he must’ve been imagining you latching onto him, pulling him closer. Your legs now wrapped around his waist, pushing your hips up to meet his, your tied wrists pulling his neck down to stay connected to you, the way you were squeezing his cock so tight.
“F-Faster, please.” You whispered, shame dissipating with each thrust inside of you, unable to hide what he was making you feel.
Wordlessly only with a confirming grunt, he thrusted into you at a new speed that he no longer had to restrain himself from.
He wouldn’t dare do anything to interrupt your song of climax, needing to hear every note he played from you. He kissed down to your neck, his teeth hungrily nipping at the skin like a wolf going for a kill. “Oh my god…” you called out with a strained voice as you gripped tighter around him and he thought he was going to die right then and there but there was truly no death he’d rather want than to be inside of you.
The sensation of feeling your release between where the two of you met, was a favorite recent discovery of his in comparison to the way he came.
Cursing something in Russian he followed shortly behind your orgasm, buried deep inside of you against your womb he flooded you with his own.
He road out his brain-numbing high, his thrusts slowing to a halt. He couldn’t bring himself to separate from you, he wasn’t sure it was possible. He belonged pressed against you, inside of you, filling your womb, his lips against yours, any way possible it didn’t matter how, just as long as he was touching you.
A chill ran over his heart as you removed your arms from around his neck and your legs unraveled from him silently urging him off of you. He looked back over your blissfully exhausted expression and pressed a tender kiss to the center of your forehead before pulling out of you.
He looked over your shaking body, fascinated with the reactions he created from you, he wanted to do it over and over again in as many ways as possible.
It was an automatic response to tend to you, as if you were his pet he needed to take care of because you were too helpless to do it properly for yourself. A bathroom en-suite door remained cracked open on the other side of the room. He retrieved a cloth he ran under the faucet water he made sure wasn’t too cold for comfort.
You had given him the greatest thing anyone ever had, or anyone ever could, he wanted to dote on you and praise you for it. He wanted to protect his little rabbit with his life.
Returning to you, alarms went off inside of him as he watched you cry. “What is wrong?” He looked over you, scared he might’ve hurt you too badly that he would never forgive himself for it.
“I’m a bad person,” you confessed and he only looked at you with a furrowed brow as he began to clean you with the cloth. “I shouldn’t have…I shouldn’t have liked that, I’m a bad person, what’s wrong with me-“
“Enough,” he interrupted your anxious ramblings. If you thought you were a bad person for your reactions he didn’t want you to ever know half the things he’s done as a trained assassin. “I am not a normal man.” He reiterated. “I wanted you to feel good, I knew how to do so even through your hesitancy.” He was just winging it. “I asked you to let yourself go, and as you said yourself, you are a good girl and you keep your word and obey orders.”
The soldier stroked along your cheek trying to mimic comfort. He did not want you to feel guilt for something as beautiful as what the two of you did. “You are nothing but pure to me, little rabbit. You made me feel something I didn’t know I would ever deserve to feel. And for that, you are a good person, you are honest. If you must blame someone blame me, because you’ve done nothing wrong, I do not believe you are capable of doing so if you tried.”
Another tear left your eye, this time in appreciation and not sadness, with a gentle nod.
“I must go, little rabbit.” He sighed wanting anything but to leave you. Dread filled your face and he wanted to slit his own throat for being the reason you would look at him in such a way. “I can’t have them know you saw me… I could not live if they were to hurt you…”
You swallowed your tears and nodded once more as you watched him redress. He hoped you didn’t notice him sneaking the panties he’d taken off of you into one of his pockets.
After he dressed you cleared your throat and held out your tied wrists in his direction. He tried to hide his grin, replaying everything he had just done to you trying to commit it to memory enough he’d remember it even through the next round in the chair.
Pulling the notorious switchblade from his belt he cut your wrists free from the makeshift confines of the fabric that was once your shirt.
“Thank you,” you whispered and he wanted to applaud you once more for your manner. You were the good girl you promised him.
He clicked his knife back shut before setting it on your nightstand. Although he would only ever be able to keep you in his memories he wanted to give you something. A sick feeling came across his stomach thinking of you forgetting him.
“As much as I am grateful you stayed home,” he began. “If the weather becomes like this again and they order you to leave, you leave. Do not wait it out like you said, you leave with everyone else and you get to safety, nature will not show mercy the way I did. Do you promise?”
“I promise,” your voice delicate at the feeling of disappointment and discipline.
“Plus, you are not good at barricading yourself as you claim to be.”
He committed the sight of a faint laugh leaving your lips, it being the most beautiful thing will ever hear.
“Be good little rabbit.”
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A/n: this could very easily have a part two but it would be present day and not dark!bucky so idk if Yall would fw that but i also feel like it would be similar to my Bride Of Soldat fic that I accidentally abandoned. Also why this is the second fic I’ve written about being trapped in extreme weather (the first being Blizzard w Dark!Steve).
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summary: walking on the street in the middle of the night was dangerous for a girl your age, but luckily you’re german tutor came for your rescue and saved you — or did he?
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You felt eyes watching you. Or at least you imagined them, you weren’t sure.
But it felt like someone was watching you walking home with your heavy backpack, slightly scrapped knees from falling earlier and messy, unmade hair.
You turned around, briefly stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, narrowing your eyes at the darkness, kind of hoping you would maybe be able to make out a figure.
You weren’t crazy, right?
Cars were driving by, but none of them seemed suspicious, none of them slowed down or something like that. And it drove you insane as you just focused on arriving at your dorm which was only five minutes away from now.
You were swearing even though the air was cold, your mind was racing while your heart was beating like never before. You had a bad feeling about all of this.
And that feeling was right.
Suddenly, a old, silver BMW stopped right beside you, a man stepping out of it and making his way towards you.
Tears were already entering your eyes but you released a breath of relief as you saw your German tutor approaching you with quick steps, smiling at you with his typical German charm.
“Y/n?” He spoke up, “What are you doing out here so late? It’s cold and you shouldn’t be outside at that time anymore,” he said, obviously referring to the fact that man are scary.
Honesty, you were glad that he saw you and decided to approach you, you were getting paranoid.
You sighed, “I know,” you mumbled, “but somehow I need to get home don’t I?” You chuckled. “You don’t have a car?” The rather young german asked you, making you shake your head.
“Not yet,” you replied in a quiet tone before you adjusted your heavy backpack.
Why were german books so big and heavy?
No wonder german is so difficult.
Sebastian quickly walked closer to you, “let me-” he didn’t even finish his sentence, Sebastian just removed the heavy backpack from your body, carrying it in his hands now before he opened his car door and gently placed it onto his backseat.
You furrowed your brows before he turned around, looking at you again, “Get in y/n, c'mon… I neither want you to catch a cold nor I want that something happens to you,” he said in a more serious tone, making you raise your brows.
You’ve never heard your tutor talk like that before, “only if you’re comfortable of course, if you-” but you shook your head, cutting him off,
“No! I’m thankful, really! I was growing pretty paranoid — you know… walking around that late in a neighbourhood that is not the safest of all as a girl,” Sebastian nodded along, knowing exactly what you mean, smiling as he did so.
He slowly leaded you to the car, opening the passenger door for you before he got into the drivers seat, starting the engine before you spoke up again, playing with your skirt.
You cleared your throat, “I bet it was nothing but it felt almost like somebody was…watching me like stalking me!” You chuckled to make it seem not so depressing, “I don’t know,” you sighed, “but then you came to my rescue,” you giggled with a smile.
Sebastian's smile fell a bit though, he adjusted himself a bit more in his seat, slowly shoving the binoculars further down his seat with his foot, clearing his throat to cover up the noise a bit.
Obviously, he didn’t wanted to get caught.
“Guess I’m not only your tutor but also your hero now, huh?” He chuckled, showing off his perfect smile in the process.
You shrugged, “Guess so, yeah!” You mumbled with a grin.
Suddenly, the air shifted a bit though.
“Why did you trust me, y/n?” Sebastian asked you all of sudden, making you furrow your brows in confusion, where was this coming from now?
“Uhm,” you thought about your answer, “because I-I know you and you’re a-always nice to-”
“Am I?” Sebastian kept looking at the road as he asked you the question, making you gulp this time.
You only nodded before the German spoke up again, taking you by suprise, “You shouldn’t have trusted me y/n — like c'mon!” He suddenly raised his voice before he slammed his hand down onto the steering wheel, making you jump as tears welled up in your eyes, “why are you trusting a man you got to know like two months ago?” He asked you as if you were a dumb kid.
He sighed, making you briefly look at him, sniffling as you saw his now visibly darker eyes looking angrily at you before he looked ahead again, “You should have never even set a foot in my car, liebling,” Sebastian whispered in a deep tone before your vision went black.
- - -
Waking up with a headache and both of your wrists and ankles tied to a stool in the middle of quite a dark room, was something that every girl your age definitely feared.
Suddenly, you noticed how your German tutor, Sebastian, buttoned his pants back up, quickly jumping up from his stool in the corner of the room as he tucked his white dress shirt back into his dress pants, eyes fixated on you.
This man is utterly disgusting, you almost couldn’t believe it.
“You’re awake,” he said with an almost proud smile as he walked closer to you, making your figure shrink as you started to whine through the tie that’s tied around your mouth.
Sebastian tilted his head to catch your gaze, “finally,” he mumbled under his breath as you tried to get free from the ropes but it was obviously no use.
“Don’t do that!” He raised his voice a bit more, sounding not so gentle anymore, “you’ll hurt your wrists and ankles and I don’t want that, okay?” He raised his brows as you looked up at him with tears in your eyes.
Your tutor's smile slightly fell, “oh no princess,” he whispered in a soft tone, “none of that crying, okay?” He stroked your wet cheek with his thumb, making you gasp and jump, “don’t like to see my pretty little student cry,” he stated gently.
Then you noticed how you desperately whined through the back tie he tied around your mouth, Sebastian frowned a bit, “Oh wait, here! Let me help you, liebling,” the German said before he removed the tie, letting it slide down your neck.
You took deep breaths as he finally removed the small piece of clothing, sniffling with teary eyes as you stared up at your tutor,
“L-Let me go, please…I did n-nothing wrong!” You raised your voice, making him harshly grab your hair and pulling your head back, adjusting his posture a bit to look taller.
You gulped as he roughly pulled your hair, “you did nothing wrong?” He tilted his head to the side,
“You stepped cluelessly with a feeling of relief!, might I add, into my car,” he laughed at you, “seriously thinking that I just saved you! That I’m your hero!” Sebastian smiled wickedly.
You whined, letting your head slightly drop forward, or at least as much as his big hand on the back of your head allowed.
“You know exactly what you did wrong, princess,” he caressed your wet cheek with the back of his knuckles, wiping some of your fresh tears away, “none of that I said, c'mon…this would be all so much easier if you would listen to me,” Sebastian stated with a tiny frown.
You only whined as he pulled your head more upwards again, forcing you to stare up at his standing figure with tired, red eyes.
Sebastian wiped your tears as he looked down at you with no specific facial expression.
“It’s not safe out there, mein liebling,” Sebastian mumbled with a frown, “There are bad, bad man out there nowadays… and those bad man don’t want to to nice things to you, baby,” the young German mumbled quietly.
He cleared his throat before he bend down and opened the ropes of your ankles and wrists, slowly revealing your red and irritated skin.
You slightly furrowed your brows as he finally removed the ropes, grabbing your upper arm and slowly lifting your weak body up, catching you as you almost fell since you were tired, drained and scared.
“Careful, baby,” he muttered before he went on with his little speech from before, “They want very bad things from you… they want to do very bad things to you,” he whispered in a serious tone.
As the German redbull racing driver brushed your hair out of your face and wiped some new fresh tears off of your face, you trembled as you stood so close to him.
“That’s why it’s not safe out there for a pretty, young girl like you, darling,” Sebastian stated with raised brows, “and that’s why I have to keep you safe here— with me,” he nodded along his sentence as he cupped your cheeks, smile slowly forming on his face as your eyes widened.
“W-What?” You quietly gasped as you realised what he just said, gulping as your shaking hands grabbed his wrists, quickly pulling his palms away from your face but Sebastian wasn’t so fond of that.
He immediately threw your hands away before he harshly grabbed your wrists, holding them together with one of his big hands before he slammed your face forward into the wall, running his nose along your temple, lips only slightly touching your ear as he breathed into your ear from behind.
“None of that crying, and none of that bullshit either, haben wir uns verstanden?” you got me? He quietly spat at you from behind as he roughly pressed your arms into your back, making you hiss in pain.
Sebastian's lips touched your ear, scaring you as his hands held your wrists behind your back together, “I’m the only one that can keep you safe from this filthy, disgusting world full of nasty men, mein liebling,” he whispered before he started to kiss some of the tears on your temple away.
You whined and tried to turn your head away from the touch of his lips but he only raised one of his hands and roughly put your head back in place by your jaw.
“What did I say? None of that resisting bullshit, okay?” He mumbled deeply from behind, forcing more tears down your temple that he kissed away while he held your head in place.
Suddenly, you felt him putting both of his hands onto your hair, tying them messily together in a makeshift ponytail, roughly pulling your head backwards by your hair.
You gulped before you gasped as the pain hit you in your scalp, looking up at him now with wide, teary eyes. You couldn’t believe that he was currently smiling down at you.
After shedding a few more tears, you furrowed your brows before he let his hand run up your throat, rough fingers only slightly touching your throat before he placed his visibly bigger hand on your chin, fingers oh so close to your lips.
You bit your inner cheek as he raised his brows, same evil grin still on his face,
“why don’t you open your sweet little mouth for me?” Sebastian muttered quietly in a deep and raspy tone as he played with your bottom lip, making you a shiver run down your spine.
But you couldn’t obey, you were way to scared to do anything at the moment, too nervous that whatever you would do would be wrong.
Sebastian put his hand on your jaw, pulling on your hair as he pulled your head closer while his lips ran along your jaw, making you gasp, “open your mouth, baby — c'mon,” he quietly spat at you in a harsher tone, forcing you to obey this time.
And you did. You licked your lips before you nervously opened your mouth, waiting for him to do something. You just wanted to be over with at this point.
Sebastian briefly chuckled before he squeezed your small jaw with his big hand, slowly leaning forward before he spoke up again,
“Tongue out,” he muttered before he collected to some of his spit in his mouth and spit in your mouth, watching with dark eyes as it ran down your throat.
You felt so helpless, you couldn’t do anything else expect for squeezing your shirt and thinking about how this is not attractive at all, it’s sick and twisted and disgusting — right?
Then he placed his palm on your throat again, carefully watching his spit gliding down your throat while he squeezed your throat, making you gasp.
“Just like that, princess,” Sebastian said in an undertone to you, smile still not leaving his visage, “Gosh… f-fuck,” he mumbled under his breath before you felt him lazily rubbing his crotch area against your ass, making you gulp and gasp.
You stated to whine a bit… why were you feeling this way? You couldn’t explain it, you also didn’t really wanted to.
Sebastian laughed, “Don’t hide it anymore, little one… I know you like it more than you admit it,” he kissed the side of your head, fingers squeezing your throat even harder as he hears your groan and moan, “god please don’t hide those pretty sounds from me — never, okay?”
♪ — 𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗥𝗘 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗘, 𝗬𝗢𝗨
dark! rbr! sebastian vettel x fem! reader ( dark fic )
“. . . your life and heart no longer belong to you. sebastian plucks you out and makes sure your love is his and only his”
( master list | more of sebastian vettel ) ( requests )
this is dark fiction contains mature themes of psychological horror, do not read if that makes you uncomfortable. you've been warned.
CONTENT WARNING — ( smut, +18 MDNI, kidnapping, abduction, dubious consent, non-consensual sexual acts (non-con / rape), sexual coercion, graphic violence, murder, physical abuse, psychological abuse, manipulation, stalking, obsession, forced captivity, imprisonment, depictions of trauma, ptsd, torture (implied and graphic), death of a named character, disturbing imagery, gore, mental instability, psychosis, dark romance elements, toxic dynamic, unreliable narrator, trauma bonding, revenge murder, s&m and power imbalance themes (non-consensual) )
"you're mine, you."
your were finally able to pry your eyes open. your hazy vision did not give you much information. you could see the warm lights from the lampposts come and go as the boy carried you on back, walking with you through the night.
you could hear his words and sentences, you can feel the vibrations from his back as he hummed a song yet you couldn't make out the lyrics. you couldn't move your limp body or arms, nor open your mouth to speak. just a bag of bones being carried around.
"Stop fighting me." He raised his voice, gripping your bicep tightly and harshly. Hiccups and quiet cries left your mouth as you dropped to the floor trying to resist.
"Stop it, Y/N!" "No!" You wriggled and fussed, trying to free yourself from the German, unsuccessful as all your other tantrums have been.
"I hate you! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you." You breathed heavily, looking up into the blue eyes you hate so much.
"You’re going to regret saying that, Y/N." He warned. This was probably when you should’ve stopped. You wouldn’t want to cross the line, especially with such an unpredictable man like Sebastian Vettel.
"I do not. I hate you. You’re the worst driver in history! I wish I never met you. I wish I’d stayed with Mark, who’s much more of a man than you—" Your words got caught in your tongue from the loud slap. You shook it off, feeling your cheek start to sting as you glared up at him.
Fresh hot tears pooled in your eyes as he forced you from your chin to look up at him. "You belong to me, Y/N." He indented his words to try and get the words in your head. "Mark my words you will regret even thinking of using your pretty tongue and lips, that belong to me, to say any other wretched beings name!"
And like it was nothing, he tossed you on the floor. You tried to catch him before he exited the hell hole of a room, only to trip on your cuffed ankles and miss the opportunity. Laying on the cold floor, you looked up at the small high window, indicating you were underground in the basement.
"Let me go." You cried, crawling and sitting against the door, hugging your knees. "I will never free you. You’re here with me to stay!" You heard him shout. The tears finally trailed down your cheeks as you sat and waited and waited and waited.
A loud gasp left your mouth as you watched your former co-worker's body be dumped on the floor. It wasn't the most pleasant surprise to receive in the middle of the night, especially with Mark's bare skin all bruised up and bleeding.
His name fell on your lips several times as you tripped and crawled to his side, pulling his pattered and purple body into your arms. He was cold and barely breathing.
"Aww, look at you." You winced upon seeing Sebastian walk into the room, red crowbar in hand. You flinched at the loud slam of the door, panic starting to set in with each step forth the shirtless man took. His chest and sweatpants splattered with the blood on the Australian man. You tried to pull Mark and yourself away, but the Australian was too heavy for you.
You held Mark tightly to your chest only for him to be ripped from your embrace. Sebastian flipped the crowbar in his hand before slamming it down on Mark's back.
A shrill scream left your lips as you saw the red piece of metal clyde with Mark's chest, emitting a bone crushing sound. "Stop! Stop! Please stop." Tripping on your legs, you hugged Sebastian’s thigh, trying to pull him away or hold him back.You flinched and cried with each swing.
Pushing yourself to stand up, you hugged Sebastian's chest, standing in between him and his teammate. "I'll be a good girl!" You gave in, anything to make him stop. "I'll be a good girl. I'll be here everyday waiting for you. I'll hug and kiss you and—" you gulped deeply. "and have sex with you, whenever you want. All the time!" you promised.
". . . Any time?" You nodded quickly, looking fearfully into his dark eyes. "Any time. Just don't hurt anyone. Promise me you won't hurt anyone." "And why would I do that?" "B—because I'm yours." You wiped your tears. Sebastian could only smile, tilting his head as he looked at you. "I'm all yours. You have me." You begged.
"So," he put his hand on your back pulling you in his chest, that sickening smile covering his face as he leaned down, licking up the side of your neck to your ear. "If I were to undress you and fuck you on the floor, right now. . ." he waited for you to answer or react.
You gulped, taking in a deep shaky breath as you felt your heartbeat patter and thump in your chest. And with no hesitation and shaky legs, you quickly unclasped your bra, throwing it away and pulling your panties to fall down at your legs. "No, Y/N.” You ignored Mark, closing your eyes.
And with all the strength you could muster, you held Sebastian's neck, pulling him down into a rough kiss. You could feel his smirk on your lips and the bulge in his pants pressing in your stomach. Sebastian felt himself grow stronger as he pressed you to the floor, his fingers digging in your core and lips biting on your skin. You tried to hold your body still. You felt no pleasure.
His fingering was rough and his bites were so aggressive he could almost draw blood. "Stop it, you're hurting her." the barley conscious man a few feet away tried to interject only to receive a kick to his ribs.
"Are you jealous?" Sebastian haunted. You felt yourself whimper as the German gripped your hips, getting on his knees. And with one thrust, your scream filled the room, body catching fire. "Shhhh." Sebastian covered your mouth with his palm, an eager smile on his face as he began moving, feeling like heaven was served to him on a plate.
You didn't know how much longer it was, but you were cross eyed, tongue sticking out, moaning and heaving, all bruised over with hickeys and love bites. Sebastian was gently singing in your ear with his forearms leaning on either side of your head, pressing soft and gentle kisses to your neck, opposite to his earlier demeanour.
He must've let out all your negative energy now that he’s handling you so gently and lovingly. His thumb trailing down your skin from the flesh of your stomach to your clit. The slightest touch had you bucking your hips and arching your back, grabbing onto his shoulders.
"Oh you like that?" He whispered in your ear, starting to rub circles and lines. "You're close, I can feel you, Meine Liebe." [my love] with a gasp and a whimper, you felt your coil break and the blonde's thrusts slow to a halt. Must've not been your first orgasm if it hurt.
"Love me strong or sweetly. I need you night and day." He sang quietly as he pulled out, standing up and pulling his sweatpants up. "arm in arm," he hoisted your tired and curled body bride style. "Hand in hand. We will be found together." Seb kissed your cheek gently, walking atop of Mark's, now dead body, as he carried you out of the room. "Arm in arm, lips to lips. we're chained and long together . . . I own you."
You sat on the counter, watching Sebastian cook breakfast over the stove. It's been months now. And he's been singing the same song, driving you nuts. "I don't need to buy love. you're a slave to my love." He chuckled as he flipped the pancakes, turning to you with a smile. "Sing with me, Y/N."
you gave him a small smile, shaking your head with a small giggle. 'Just play along. play along.' you thought over and over. "In every way, you're mine."
You grew used to his gentle yet dark eyes. Sleeping beside him was no longer tough if you just let him. He's not going to hurt you, you learned. He's too obsessed with you, too in love. too busy worshipping you.
Showering wasn't hard if you ignored his hungry stares or roaming hands. eating felt like dying because the food, yet delicious, was made by the hands that drained the blood from your co-worker’s and friend's corpse to teach you a lesson. His mouth felt like fire when it touched you, and if only you really were on fire to rid yourself of the skin he touched and ruined.
You spend your days with him, pretending to be happy. Being hand fed and carried around. Being spoiled with gifts didn't make you as happy as you wished it would. The princess treatment felt like hell.
But you had to learn to love it. You had to learn to live like this. This was your life now after all. "Arm in arm, hand in hand. We will be found together. Heart to heart, lips to lips. We're chained and long together." You and Sebastian sang together.
You eyed his bare back gritting your teeth, watching the man that had turned your life miserable pour pancake mix onto the pan. red, was what you saw and blood fell from your angry eyes.
"Augh, dang it. I forgot to get towels." Sebastian sighed as he looked around the steamy bathroom. He turned back to see your shaking boy sitting in the tub, waiting.
"Stay right there, I'll be—" the blond leaned down, kissing you gently. "I'll be right back." He promised with a smile that you returned before he left. As soon as the door shut behind him, your smile dropped and body shaking stopped.
And with the courage you've built up, you disappeared.
"Schatz?" [darling] Sebastian looked around the bathroom confused, holding the towel he promised you.
"Schatz? Y/N?" He called through the house, stepping down the stairs holding up the towel around his waist. He was starting to get worried, jogging around and searching frantically.
"Y/N? My love?" He called louder and louder, going through each door, room and closet, the panic of losing you starting to set in as cold seat trailed down his skin and forehead. "Nein nein nein! Nein, Y/N! O GOTT, NEIN." [no no no. no, y/n. oh god no] he cussed and cussed as he started to heave.
Running and re-checking every spot in the house, Sebastian gripped on his hair, feeling tears beginning to pool in his eyes, already missing and needing the feeling of your skin on his.
prick, he felt the needle slide in his neck.
And within seconds his body collapsed on the floor. He felt someone turn him over with their foot, and when he was finally rolled on his back to see his assailant, he saw you, gently kneeling down and sitting on his chest.
"I, own you." You sang gently, throwing the needle aside as you gently wiped your warden's hair off his beautiful eyes and sweat from his forehead. "I don't need to buy love. You're a slave to my love." you raised the kitchen knife above your head, gripping it tightly with both your hands. "In every way you're mine." you ended the song.
"Y/N—" he hiccup, tears trailing down his eyes and temple, looking up at his inevitable fate. "Please, Y/N—"
Plorkk!
you hated that your name was the last thing on his lips. Blood spurted on your face as you watched the boy beneath you choke and heave on his own blood.
When that was finally over, you pushed yourself up on your feet, dragging yourself a few good steps away from the fresh German corpse. Tears mixed with the blood on your face as you processed the events. Laughs turned into sobs as you fell on your side, hugging your bare body, curling in on yourself.
Fire and smoke, screams and agony, death, so much death. Gasps of breath and the graceful flick of her wand. Blue swirls of terrifying power sweep across the floor of the cavern sending flickers of light across the cracks and fissures of rock walls. The robed figure of an Ashwinder stalked through the fire, wand raised, eyes glittering with hate as they took the duelling stance. She breathed deep, the scent of fire and blood heavy in her lungs. A figure stepped up beside her, the presence of him a solid anchor, she didn't even need to look his way to know. She could feel it from the roots of her wild hair down to the tips of her toes. They were like one, magnificent and deadly, unstoppable and inseperable. It drove her to utter distraction but felt as natural as breathing.
They raised their wands in unison, the move deliberate and graceful, she felt the blood sing in her veins. One word, simple and deadly, fell from his lips, spoken with a coldness that never failed to send shivers across her flesh - much like the kisses those same lips tortured her skin with.
"Crucio."
The Ashwinder fell to his knees, his limbs rigid with his agony, his mouth open in a soundless scream. She tilted her head, watching him writhe and buck against the vicious curse. She knew that feeling. She knew that pain and her breathing came in faster gasps, and yet she watches him suffer.
"You are a cruel mistress, my love," Sebastian said. She could hear the smirk in his words. He stepped up to her, his breath hot on her hair as he leaned in close to her ear. "Finish him," he whispered darkly. Her heart stuttered in her breast, power skittering madly under her skin as she adjusted the grip on her wand.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The Ashwinder stopped his dance of agony, his body dropping instantly to the cave floor with a thud. As the smoke began to waft and drift, she spun lighty on the spot in her worn leather boots, wand raised, her cloak swirling outwards as if in a dance. Death surrounded them, a job well done.
Sebastian caught her hand in his, lifting his arm and spinning her to continue the dance. She closed the space between them, clutching at the front of his dark coat, face tilted up towards his. Their gazes locked in a heady mix of desire and adrenaline. She felt like she knew every fleck and flaw in those brown eyes, could stare into them forever and remain lost in the pull that only he could conjure. It had only ever been him and always would be.
His fingertips traced along her fingers, grazed across the palm of her hand, stoking the flames of a very different kind of fire. She moved her hand up to swipe a smudge of ash from his cheek, smearing the dark powder across his freckled skin. His lips were parted, lips that spoke dark desires to her in the silence of the night, lips that sparked their own magic as he worshipped her. "Take me home," she breathed. His smile made her stomach burn with desire as he held her to him, tightly.
They Apparated with a crack, vanishing in a black swirl, landing together in the privacy of their bedroom. She pushed the coat from his shoulders, tearing at his vest and shirt with her hands. His lips, oh sweet sin, they claimed hers with a hunger only she knew how to match.
They landed against the softness of the bed, clothes strewn this way and that, flesh against flesh, no contact would ever be close enough. Hands sought and found familiar pleasure, his scent surrounding her with comfort and belonging, she clung to him, urging him for more. Always more.
They fucked like they fought, like it was to the death, their movement completely in tune with each other, no need to ask, no need to seek confirmation. They were like one. He drove her crazy and she would have it no other way.
The fire that blazed between them was the kind that you could spend your whole life searching for, but she had found him at the tender age of 15. Their path had swerved and cracked, at times she had thought of bailing out, but it was impossible. Nobody knew her like he did, nobody scorched her soul like he did, nobody kissed her like Sebastian Sallow did, even when they raged at each other, something else burned hotter and with more fury than anything else.
Four years of loving him. Four years of death and passion and love, and it would never be enough. He was hers and she was his. She would follow him anywhere, even into darkness itself, and she wouldn't look back. And Merlin forbid anyone who tried to take him from her, for not only would she die for him, she would mercilessly kill for him too.
TW: 18+, Smut, daddy kink, choking, breeding kink, degradation, torture, isolation tacts, cannibalism, murder, discussions of Suicide, Assualt, Kidnapping, Trafficking, this chapter is incredibly dark, if I'm missing any major tags please let me know!
a/n: once again didn't post for a long time, my bad I'm kind of miserable in my life and can't get out of bed or take care of myself most days. This is only going to have about three, maybe four parts left depending on the word count. I've been told people don't enjoy longer updates since they take too much time to read so I tried to shorten this one and this was the best I could do lol.
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It had been ten days since you’d last seen Ransom.
He came while you were asleep though. There would be new food in the fridge every morning for you. For a few days, you tried to pretend to be asleep to see when he’d come in like a child staying awake to see Santa Claus come down the chimney, but you’d always fall asleep.
He left a tube of Neosporin and band-aids on the bathroom counter for the cuts on your hand from the shattered glass in his Grandfather’s study and such empathetic detail made your heart flutter. He was furious with you but Ransom was still going to take care of you. And you hated to say you missed him. You told yourself you just missed the presence of other people but a part of you wondered if it was Ransom you missed or if it was just loneliness. But you knew he missed you too.
Yesterday when you woke up the pillow on the side of the other side of the bed smelled faintly like his cologne and aftershave. He’d laid beside you in your sleep and although unnervingly creepy it made you feel bittersweet.
But without things to keep you from losing your mind while trapped in here the time moved at a snail speed and it felt like this was actual purgatory. He’d taken all forms of entertainment and ways to pass the time.
You created a routine for yourself to keep sane.
Wake up, check the basement to see if Ransom had decided to stay, look into the fridge to see what he brought you, and plan out when you will eat what. You’d shower and do your makeup, although there was no one to see it it at least helped keep you occupied. You’d walk toe to toe over each square foot of the basement. You’d count all the tiles in the bathroom and kitchen. You’d do sit-ups and push-ups until you tired yourself out enough to take a nap. When you wake up you’d eat whatever meals he brought you the previous night. You washed what clothes you had in the bathtub with hand soap, not ideal but better than nothing.
Every day you’d conserve water and ration food. You didn’t know how long you’d be down here without company, maybe eventually his delivery service would stop altogether. Maybe he’d shut the power off and turn off the water connection for the basement. Everything with a lid that could store water was filled and hidden from spying eyes throughout the basement. He could cut off your food supply and you could still survive for quite some time but water was something you wouldn’t survive long without.
At least once a day you’d sneakily lift the corner mattress just enough to see the dozen or so sedative pills from Steve that you managed to stash before Ransom staged your offbeat intervention. You told yourself if you were alone down here for 20 days you’d do it. You thought about doing it now, especially since your most recent flight attempt set back any opportunity of escape for a while, if ever again. But the pained expression with flashes of trauma across Ransom’s face when he told you about the woman he accidentally tortured and watching her slit her own throat you didn’t want him to see that again. Even though it would be his fault, he’s the one that brought you to that point in the first place, you didn’t like thinking about him finding you like that. He deserved torment but you didn’t want it to be in exchange for your life. You gave yourself a time limit. 20 days and that’s it. Whether it was Ransom’s original 100-day time limit or your 20-day death timer not much had changed as time was still death. 20 days and you’d swallow all the pills you had left and escape from this basement one way or another.
You wanted more proof of Bethany, you didn’t want her to fade so easily. Her hairbrush had now since been removed from under the bathroom cabinet, Ransom must have had to have taken it in one of his late night visits.
You laid on the floor of the closet and stared up at the array of hanging clothes above you as if they were stars in the night sky. You raised your hand and gently brushed back and forth over the various materials of the various items.
With brittle nails your scratched messages along the baseboard of the closet. Something that could only be noticed if another person who was also was laying on the closet floor lost in the purgatory time loop that was your punishment. Something only a person in peril could find. An expired SOS that would bring comfort or fear.
You carved out your name,
seeing it in writing felt different.
19
the age you fear would be the oldest you’d grow
RANSOM BOUGHT ME FROM STEVE,
like a used couch found online.
BETHANY KILLED HERSELF TO GET PUT B4 I CAME,
that was all you knew of her
IF U SEE THIS I AM DEAD & U R TRAPPED 2,
maybe he bought the next one from Steve too, maybe he saw her out in public the way her had the girl before you.
DO NOT TRUST HIM
You thought of Sarah, the girl from Steve’s basement who you never saw, only met through the walls of the cells he kept you locked in. A voice that made every fiber of your being want to revolt and yet you didn’t have a face to match it with.
“Beat him, kill him if you need to. You’re the only chance of stopping these monsters.”
You knew she’s been long dead by now but you liked to pretend she wasn’t. Maybe he miraculously let her go, maybe she snuck out, maybe someone bought her the way Ransom bought you but you’re not sure if that was a fate worse than death.
Sarah’s words needed to be transcribed, they were only whispered to you, and you could only whisper them to yourself, but her words needed to be in person. There needed to be proof of her. You carved the final words she ever spoke to you
BEAT HIM
KILL HIM IF U HAVE 2
You hoped the next girl would be stronger than you. You’d grown too attached to Ransom as much as you hated to admit it you knew it was true. You missed him and even his cold personality and snide remarks accompanied with a whiplashing personality. You missed the world and Ransom was the closest you’d get to it.
Your fingernails bled after your repeated carving along the wood. With your luck it’d be tetanus that’d kill you instead of him.
You crawled off the cold basement flooring from the closet to the bed and snuggled into the mound of blankets and pillows you had lined up beside you as if there was company you were lying beside. You laid your head on their fake chest and swung your leg over them and pretended like it was a rainy day out and you were staying in bed with your handsome mystery lover.
That was an experience you never lived but you read about in books and seen in movies and that pretend sentimental affection was something that kept you going. And you tried to ignore the fact the faceless lover would become Ransom and quickly reimagine him to look like a celebrity crush.
Something about him being disappointed in you filled your throat with bile like you were being grounded for a bad grade. He’s done so much for you and this is how you repay-
Shut the fuck up. Shut up shut up shut up shut up.
You bolted up in bed from your drowsy game of pretend to ream yourself for the pitiful disgusting thoughts. Never think of him like that. He bought you, he could’ve let you go, he could’ve called the police, he could’ve gotten help.
Your fingers laced through your unkept hair scratching at your scalp with your palms to your eyes. Jesus Christ you needed help.
You forced yourself to lay back down and wrap yourself back in the cocoon of your pillow partner and resumed pretending like it was a cute actor from a superhero franchise who was hotter than he was good at acting.
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With your clock gone and no sign of sunlight you had no clue how long you slept. Maybe a few hours, maybe 10. You only knew when night came by the treats left for you.
You shuffled, rubbing the sleep from your eyes to see the care package he left behind in your slumber. New bottles of shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and a bath bomb all tucked inside.
You carried the new toiletries to the bathroom before moving the jars of water you had stored inside the tub and turning on the rickety faucet, brushing your hand across to feel the warming temperature. You shed your clothes and you wondered if Ransom was watching. He said he didn’t have any camera facing the corner of the bathroom with the toilet and bath but by now it’d be stupid to trust anything he said. If he wanted to watch you shit and shower then that’s his gross decision.
As you stripped you still gave him a bit of a show, something that would hopefully get him to crack and face you. The bath bomb he left fizzled a soft purple hue, tinting the water with it. You rolled the dissolving ball around your hands, enjoying the tickling sensation and lavender aroma.
You kept your bathing routine as normal, adding some pornographic flares to attract him. Spreading the white sudsy soap across your breasts, rubbing it in as if you could cum from that alone. Lifting your leg high to brush the soapy loofah down your shin, leaving all of your touches slow and delicate.
After you drained the tub and dried off in front of the mirror where you knew at least one camera faced, taking your time to dry every inch of you off and wrap the towel loosely around your chest.
You were now determined to get him to finally break and come down here. You needed something, anything from him, and today was the day you were going to make sure he finally faced you.
The blow dryer rang next to your ears until you switched it off and began to do your makeup. Nothing heavy, light and natural, a simple ‘gee I had no idea you’d be coming down here and yet I still look seductive enough to fuck’.
A part of you cringed at your desperation but right now he could come down here, spit in your face, and go back up stairs and you’d be happy with even that little of human interaction.
Dropping your towel onto bathroom floor you waltzed in the nude to your bedroom in your closet you had spent the previous night laying on the floor in and having a mental breakdown.
You grabbed a simple silk slip nightgown opting out of a bra and just sticking to lacy panties. You kept your facade of accidentally being prepared to get fucked.
What were you doing?
Shaking your head and looking over yourself in the mirror posted in your room. You were parading yourself around just praying that he happened to be watching the cameras and he’d happen to be horny enough he’d finally come down here and free your touch starved condition. At this point it could be anyone coming down those steps to touch you as little or as much as they want and you’d thank them for it. You’d been so deprived of human interaction you didn’t care what it took. You gave yourself a timer similar to the 100 days he first gave you, except when yours was up you’d swallow the handful of sedatives tucked under your mattress you’d managed to hide before Ransom took them away.
Your movements remained delicate and smooth like a cat on a windowsill as you made your way to the common area to the refrigerator to get some cool water on your tongue and settle your shame.
The sudden sound of the basement door being unlocked made you gasp and drop your water. “Shit,” you grunted to yourself, grabbing a hand towel and dropping to your knees to clean up the mess.
“Aw,” the familiar yet unexpected voice cooed. “It’s like you knew I was coming so you got on your knees.”
As if the water was icy enough, Steve’s voice was a shock through your nervous system. “Scared me…dropped my water.” Your voice was thin from days of being out of commission.
Ransom followed behind him, swiftly locking the door after they were both in.
Steve walked and stood over you with a bouquet of pink roses in hand and what looked like a gift bag. His hair was neatly gelled over with a tight button up black shirt on.
He extended his other hand out to you to help you stand. “Don’t you look like a doll and you’re not even aware of what I’ve had planned for you.”
Your lips pinched in disgusted fear as you looked to Ransom, who was silent for the first time in his life, looking at you with already guilty eyes. But anger was rising behind his irises and although he was going to feel bad for you he was still gonna enjoy watching.
Steve pressed a kiss to your lips as you stayed staring silently at Ransom. “Now, I haven’t seen you in a while. You can kiss me better than that, princess.”
You looked back over to Steve, wrapping an arm over his shoulder to stand on your tiptoes to press a deep kiss to his lips. You prayed your affection would lessen the blow of whatever he was planning.
“There’s my girl,” Steve grinned as the two of you parted. “Brought you some stuff,” he walked to the kitchen counter laying the flowers on their sides and moving the a container from the bag he had brought into the fridge.
“Thank you, Steve.” Your voice was unsteady as you stared at Ransom while Steve’s back was to the two of you. The bags under his eyes were noticeable and his face expressed guilt before the party even started. When Steve turned back around after closing the fridge Ransom’s eyes left yours and his expression changed as he faced Steve. Anger, excitement for revenge and punishment. This is it, you told yourself. He send Steve to torture and kill me because he’s not man enough to do it on his own. Fucking coward
“Now, now sweet girl.” Steve quickly pulled you to him, your back against his chest with his chin against your ear, his devilish hands roaming your curves as if to refimilairize himself with them. “Ransom here told me you’ve been a bad girl. Is that right?”
A shaking nod was all you could muster up as his hardened breathing echoed in your ear. “I’m sorry, Angel. If only Ransom would’ve grew some balls your little attitude problem would’ve been gone much longer ago.”
“R-Ransom is good to me,” you stuttered, feeling as if you were at gunpoint. “I just got scared, I shouldn’t have done that. I regret it, I don’t want this to happen.” Your confession was more or less bullshit but it’s been the closest you could get to pretending to apologize to Ransom. “Steve, I don’t want to be the only time I see you to be punished. I don’t want to feel like I’m in trouble everytime I see you.” You were always disgusted by Steve but as Pavlos Dog you only associated his visits with pain.
“I know baby, but once we get this outta the way you’ll see me so much more and as long as you behave I won’t need to keep you in line. I have a feeling this time is gonna be different.” His nails dug into your thighs, pulling at the silk nightgown that was surely too expensive for you to ever afford. “So you must pay for your sins if you really want forgiveness, angel.”
The silk sultry dress ripped down the center and a gasp left your lips. Lust filled Ransom’s eyes as you never left his gaze even with the devil on your shoulder. Except he wanted to be the one ripping that nightgown off your smooth skin and bruising you the way Steve was planning to. Ransom had twisted desires but none in comparison to Steve.
“Now, Ransom, I think it’s time for you to go.” Steve pulled to shredded fabric from your skin and the cold basement air prickled your skin.
His jaw clenched as he watched your face become painted in terror. “He’s just too easy on you baby. How are you gonna learn if he’s babying you the entire time? He’ll be back but I know he unfortunately has a soft spot for you and your pretty tears so he’ll come back when all the hard work is finished. So be a good girl and get on your knees.”
You fought the urge to break down into tears as you subcame to his wish, kneeling to the carpet while Steve returned to the bag he left on the kitchen counter. You looked once more to Ransom before he left, silently praying he’d stop whatever was about to happen but he stared at your nude body from under your shredded dress before leaving the basement.
///
You weren’t sure how much time had passed as sobs left you as you stared at the faint pin point in the wall you created for yourself as an anchor as you tried to keep yourself steady.
An unexpected tool from Steve’s never ending bag of wonders was a bag of uncooked rice. His teeth tore the packaging open before dumping most of it onto the linoleum side of the kitchen. “Here,” he snapped his fingers at you like a dog. “Crawl.”
Hesitantly your left your kneel and crawled on your hands and knees to him. As the hardened rice imbedded themselves into your palms and knees you quickly cried out in pain. “On your knees, face the wall.” He ordered. “Hands behind your back.”
It felt more like you were being barked at by the police. Cracked gasps off pain left you as you maneuvered yourself in the way of his direction. The grains of rice felt like broken glass on your knees and shins as he had you trying to remain balanced with your hands behind your back.
Tears clouded your eyes as he sat on the couch parallel with a foot resting on the edge of the coffee table. “If you fall, we start over. Do you understand?”
“Yes…sir…” you tried to force yourself to breathe but it felt useless.
Steve looked down on you from his perch like he was at a zoo gawking over an animal that will never leave the confines of a glass cage and will never know the real world or the joys of freedom.
The grains of rice sliced into your knees and you felt like they were piles of hot broken glass as you tried to keep your hands behind your back and stay upright. Time stood still and it felt like you were in this purgatory for ten hours but really it had only been 30 minutes. You sobbed like a widowed bride, how something as little as a grain of rice on linoleum tile being embedded into your skin could be one of the most painful things you’ve ever felt. You preferred Ransom’s cold shoulder and isolation tactics over Steve’s torture.
You remembered being told about this old school punishment tactic that remained out of date for a reason after a fight you got in with your mom. “When I mouthed off to my mom she used to make me kneel on grains of rice, that’s how I got these scars on my knee.” You remember telling yourself your mom was just being dramatic and it couldn’t have been that bad, it’s just rice. If you ever see your mother again you’re going to tell you that you’re sorry for doubting the pain of this punishment.
Your vision so blurred from tears that you could barely register Steve’s movement as he leaned over the side of the couch and pulled a newspaper out of his bag.
“You see that, sweetheart?” Steve’s legs swept from the table to the floor beckoning you to lean forward as he unfolded the newspaper.
You looked up to the page he held out to you to see. “Read it out loud.”
“No…” you whispered as you saw the photo of yourself staring back.
“Read it. Out. Loud.” Steve ordered, his hand gripping onto the paper like he was filled with unbridled joy. .
“Search for missing college girl called off…” it felt like your heart had plummeted to the bottom of the earth. Steve nodded for you to continue. “Disfigured female body found in woods, twenty miles from the bar where she was last seen. Although there is no conclusive DNA match, they believe articles of her clothing were found at the scene. But as winter is beginning, the official search shall continue in the spring…for her body.”
It was a dystopian feeling. Reading about how the people rescuing you, your only hope in surviving, were giving up. They were no longer looking for you, they were so close you could taste it, but they turned their life boats around and there was no screaming for rescue. They didn’t believe you were alive, it wouldn’t make sense for them to. You wouldn’t have been kept alive for this long, and if you did escape you wouldn’t survive in the woods during the winter. It was now a search for what remained.
“That wasn’t even my doing, isn’t that crazy?” Steve chuckled, folding the paper back up and tossing it beside him. “Probably just some rotted hooker and they’re getting the heat on them to close the case. They found their scapegoat alright, and that means no one will be looking for you. They have been searching for months and yet they never got close, that must be so embarrassing.”
Your mind raced like a hamster in its wheel as you tried to ignore the idea of another victim going unsolved due to the police getting tired of wasting their resources and time. When you saw the police sketch of Steve in Ransom’s parent’s kitchen you really thought there was a chance, but it was only a lie to yourself. The picture was a generic middle aged handsome white man, one that probably couldn’t be picked particularly out of a line up.
“Know just how easy you have it.” He stood from the couch above you. “There’s someone else in the world out there who would’ve left your body to be eaten by animals in the woods.”
“I know…” you grimaced in pain. “I’ll never try to be bad again. Please…hurts so badly.”
After what felt like centuries your eyes remained so flooded with tears you couldn’t see him in front of you, only just the vague shape of his shadow. “Ready to be good?”
“Please!” You cried. With a push on your shoulder that felt light as a gust of wind you fell to the rice free side of the floor, sprawled along the lined boarder where the linoleum kitchen tiles separated into the carpet, the lower half of you against the cold smooth surface and the top half on the scratchy carpet. Steve scooped you in his arms while you were limp and easy to manipulate over his shoulder.
The blood was quick to rush to your head when you were kept over his shoulder like a heavy sack of flour. “I think you’ve had enough of that one, haven’t you? I was getting a bit bored.” You’d roll your eyes if you had any energy left in you. You weren’t sure how long you knelt under his watch, it felt like years.
Steve tossed you on the bed so nonchalantly before stepping back out to fetch his bag of horrifying mystery. Your eyes were quick to flutter shut. You were too drained and the thought of seeing Ransom after this filled you with both relief and anger. Steve was right, for being a kidnapper he was too soft on you and you were banking on the softness of his wannabe heart to save you. Unlike Steve, Ransom wanted to be human but there would always be a black hole inside of him. And Steve was right, now they will never find you, they never would’ve been anyway.
A bundle of red nylon rope bounced on the bed beside you where Steve tossed it. “I did bring rope, I miss seeing you tied up for me. But I think you’re smart enough to not try to put up a fight. You’re a dumb cunt but I do love beating into submission. I don't plan on stopping just yet. I still have so much planned for us.”
The tip of your nose burned as you started to cry again but you aren’t sure you ever stopped in the first place. If there was any makeup left on your face it was gone by now. You could feel it dried and flaking against your skin, surely you looked crazy but your appearance was the last of your cares, you hoped you looked like shit for him.
“I’ll make you a deal,” Steve tugged at your hair enough to force you to open your eyes to look into the face of the devil. “As long as you behave I’ll only tie your wrists instead of tying you completely to the bed. Now, are you gonna be a good girl for daddy or are you gonna be a bad little slut?”
You nodded barely moving your head.
“Say it.” Steve demanded with a hissing tongue.
“I’ll behave for daddy, I’ll be a good girl.” As much as it burned it felt nice to say anything that wasn’t a pleading sob but you hated the words that came from your mouth.
“Look at you, you’re taking your punishment so well. Maybe I’ll consider a lesser sentence but I wouldn’t count on it, Angel.” He mockingly cooed before motioning for you to sit up.
“Thank you, daddy.” You kept your wrists together and raised them for him to tie. Your voice was broken but you knew what he wanted to hear.
“Atta’ girl,” he smiled, unraveling the rope before twisting it entricantly around your wrists binding them together. “You really are my Angel, ya know? Ever since I trapped you in that basement you’re all I think about. You’re the only girl who I haven’t fantasized about murdering in quite sometime. You may misbehave but what Angel would be compliant with the devil? I’ve truly enjoyed breaking you and I’ll never stop.”
The confession was so heartfelt and genuine that it was one of the most terrifying things he ever said to you because he wasn’t meaning it metaphorically. He had planned on killing you to begin with. And you know he saw you as angelic and innocent for him to taint with his bloody hands.
Your chest erupted into a sob that you could no longer push back. The built up days of isolation and pain taking you apart more by the minute.
“Aw sweetheart,” Steve awed, kneeling beside the bed in front of you. “Such a pretty angel for me, isn’t that right? Crying those pretty angel tears that make my cock so fucking hard.”
He stood back up, grabbing your chin to look up at him before he bent over and licked the tear slick trail on the side of your face. If you had the energy to be grossed out you would.
He pulled away and grabbed another trinket from him bag: a Polaroid camera. “Wanna keep you like this always, even years from now surely you’ll be dead soon but I’ll always have these pictures. Like a time capsule I’ll keep you trapped inside off.”
What was it about psychos and Polaroid cameras? Are serial killers keeping them still in business?
You looked up at him, your facial expression remaining dull and dead even after the flash went off.
Click. Flash.
You grimaced at the aggressive flash of bright white light with pursed cracked lips.
The photo printed and floated to the floor with the other one before taking another photo.
Click. Flash.
“Show me your teeth.” Steve directed.
Hesitantly you have a wide toothy grin with a fake smile as large as you could make it till your cheeks hurt.
Click. Flash.
Steve’s other hand elongated to your jaw, his experienced fingers brushing across your chapped lips and against your front teeth. He wrapped his fingers around the corner of your mouth, fish hooking and forcing your mouth to raise even higher up your cheeks than you thought the muscle was capable of.
Click. Flash.
“Open,” he commanded and you hesitantly opened your mouth. “Wider…”
As if you were at the dentist you opened your mouth as wide as you could. “Wider…” you could only whimper in response knowing if you’d tried to speak it’d be entirely unintelligible. He sighed with disappointment before placing his hand on your bottom teeth and under your jaw before stretching it down. You cried out from the tight pain until he took the photo and released your chin.
Click. Flash.
Steve set the camera on the bed and slid the developing photos across the carpet with the toe of his shoe.
You clasped your mouth tightly shut, trying to regain feeling in your cheeks until Steve pushed you back laying on the bed.
Steve’s fingers were still wet with your spit as they traveled down your chest and stomach past your hips and to your inner thigh. His knuckles gently brushed over the warmth between your legs, teasingly moving back and forth across the skin as prominent goosebumps formed in their trail. “Hands above your head, spread your legs wider, feet on the edge of the bed. Display yourself to me.”
You tried to follow his fast orders, laying your raw and bound wrists above your head before spreading your legs wider and placing your feet on the edge, displaying you as if you were getting your yearly exam at the obgyn.
You hadn’t even noticed he had picked his camera back up until the flash beamed across your face sending your eyes wide open only to see him leaned lower to photograph your soon to be abused warmth. “Not to sound like such a plastic surgeon but I really want some before and after pictures of how wet and delicate your pretty cunt is before I stretch it out.”
You tilted your head to the side toward the door, imagining an impossible scenario of you simply getting up and walking out. Knowing the mystery code and locking him down here to die.
Steve gawked over you tied to the bed. His callused bare knuckles brushing over your smooth skin leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. He slowly slid his fingers to your hip bone. His touch became heavier as he moved closer and closer to your spread thighs.
“You know, the human body is quite a magical thing.” He quipped, caressing against your inner thigh, so close to where he was planning to be once he’d decide he’d had enough fun tormenting you. “Especially the female anatomy…it’s just so fascinating.”
You wanted to attempt to shut your legs but you knew better than to think you could stop him. Steve’s expert fingers were quick to tease your clit. “Your body creates human life, it’s what you’re destined to do.”
You jolted as his fingers orchestrated your body perfectly. Between the pain on your knees and the terror of the man brought you, the arousal he was creating was the next most extreme thing your brain could move onto and betray you with. “You’re so tight, no matter how many times Ransom or I have fucked you. Well I don’t need to be told to know he’s not fucking you as much as he should. As much as I should be, instead of him.”
A small gasp left your lips as his three fingers slid between your lips one by one and were fast to enter you. “And your beautiful body creates a human being, and grows itself for it, because you’re made to do it. And by the Grace of God you eventually push that little baby from your womb and become its mother.”
Steve’s touch was quick to stroke the textured spot deep inside that made your eyes water and abdomen tense before adding a fourth finger. “And then just a couple weeks later it’s back to its normal tight little size as if nothing happened, and then you’re ready to be bred again.”
“I know I’m a bad bad man,” Steve’s smirk was condescending as he watched you wrathing below his hold. “But no one blames God for the circle of life. I kill, yes, but I like to think I make room for new life. Smarter people, who wouldn’t get in the car with a complete stranger.”
Your nails dug into your palms as you tried to fight the impending orgasm he was bringing you to. “Although I had plans to kill you, fate decided otherwise. Because I’m going to breed your little cunt and you’re gonna fucking beg me to. You’re going to beg to be filled or else I won’t let you cum, and you’re so close aren’t you?”
Whimpering, you nodded, breathlessly trying to not succumb to him.
“Beg me.” His tone hardened. “Beg me to breed you. Beg me to fill you up over and over again.”
“B-Breed me,” you cried through grit teeth. “Please breed me, Steve.”
“Sweetheart you can do better than that.” He cooed as if he didn’t nearly have his fist inside of you fucking you with the intensity of a jackhammer.
“Please fill me.” The whine in your voice became more drawn out as you were on the brink of cumming for him. “Please breed me, daddy. Please cum in me, please daddy.”
“Cum for me, sweetheart.” He commanded, proud of your efforts. “I can feel how badly you need it, you’re so pent up baby. Make me proud, cum on my fingers. Cum for daddy.”
A strangled cry left your lips with an arch of your back as you came on his fast working fingers. The knowing that they were the same fingers that killed so many, that planned to kill you, that he’d saved lives with in his early days as a surgeon, wasn’t lost on you.
“Fuck, baby look at the mess you made for me.” You whimpered as he retreated his fingers to show you the glistening of your release covering his hand. “Clean it up for me, won’t you sweetheart?”
Steve forced his hand to your lips and you hesitantly licked your cum off his fingers. “You act all big and tough but at the end of the day you need to be taken care of, you need to be guided and told what to do.”
Hesitantly he pulled his fingers from your lips and the clicking of his belt becoming undone followed shortly but his eyes never left yours. “I have big plans for you today, Angel.”
A shiver coaxed over your skin like stepping out into the cold rain at his ominous second hand threats as he undressed himself for what felt like eternity.
The bed faintly creaked as he moved closer and in between your legs. “Missed this pussy.” He slid his cock between your folds and stroked over your still sensitive clit for a moment before slowly entering you. “Fuck, angel.”
He gave you no time to adjust to his intrusion before drawing his hips back to fuck you. A groan of pain left your chest of one of pleasure left his. “Your little cunt is meant to do this. Your only purpose in life is to milk cocks dry over and over again and fill your womb.” You dug your nails in the palm of your restrained hands above your head.
Steve maneuvered your legs over his shoulders, spreading yourself wider for him as his hands groped your body. “Love watching these tits bounce when I fuck you.”
You shut your eyes with a breathless moan as he pounded against your gspot. You wanted to keep them closed forever and never have to look at him but he’d never allow that.
His hands wrapping around your throat drew your eyes open like a splash of cold water. “You’re so weak beneath me, you couldn’t stop me if you tried.”
You whimpered in terror, your hands encasing his as they tightened around your neck. “You can only breathe if I let you, your life is dependent on me. Only I decide whether you live or die. I’m your fucking judge, jury, and executioner.”
You wreathed before him as your breathing became more hollow and the blood rushed to your ears. You wondered if Ransom was going to let him kill you down here. You wondered if that was the plan all along.
Steve’s thrusts haulted before letting go of your throat. “Actually, I want you to try to stop me.” He ordered as you gasped for air. “Show me how big and strong you are and I’ll let you go, hell, I’ll let you walk out that front door.”
You hesitantly shook your head, you knew better than to attempt to fall for the oblivious trap he was setting as a way to get off. “Cmon, fight me sweetheart. I want you to get away. Fucking do your worst.”
Your tied wrists left their frozen position from above your head and slammed down pathetically on his chest, barely even moving him as the energy was drained from you entirely. “Harder.” He ordered and you hit his sweat dampened chest with a loud thump. “Harder, cmon, you know you can do it.”
This time when you wailed your hands down on his chest you dug your brittle nails across his chest, a hiss leaving his lips.
Steve quickly consumed your hands and returned them back above your head on the bed. “Mmm, there’s that fight I love so much.” He smiled while beads of blood formed in the path your nails left.
“Fuck,” you gasped as he began thrusting back into you, the strong force jolting the headboard against the wall.
“You know what, angel? You’re just as sick and twisted as I am.” He slid his hand between the two of you and began to strum over your clit. “You’re so fucked in the head, you poor little thing. You got that evil inside you, just waiting to come out. That’s why you’re so god damn perfect for me.”
“No,” you shook your head both in a plea and rejection. “Not like you.”
“Aw, yes you are.” He taunted. “Ransom could never handle you, he’s not like us. You need someone as fucked up, you need me, I’m your perfect match.”
Your head flipped side to side as you tried to fight the impending orgasm building inside you.
“You’re a little killer, just like me. You just haven’t had the chance yet. I can’t wait for you to feel that fucking rush, the way it’ll make your cunt throb. And I’ll fuck the daylights out of you, so proud of you, my little killer.”
“No,” you pled as your knees grew weak and your head threw back. “S-Stop…”
“Gonna breed your crazy cunt.” Steve smiled, you could feel him teetering on release himself. “Gonna fill you with babies who will probably be just as fucking crazy. It’s your destiny to carry my offspring, do you understand?” His other hand wrapped back around your throat. “Say it and you can cum.”
“My destiny…” you felt an electric current begin to short circuit inside of you. “For you to breed me, you evil bastard.”
“Such a good girl for me,” Steve’s hand squeezed tighter. “Cum for me little killer, show me your worst.”
A strangle scream left your throat as you came below him, a ringing filling your ears as his own orgasm followed shortly behind with a series of grunting curses punctuating his release before letting go of your neck.
Your vision blurred with a pounding in your ears as you felt Steve remove himself for you. “So perfect for me, Angel. I can’t wait till I get to take out your birth control, I’m going to make sure I impregnate you before Ransom gets the chance.”
You grimaced at the thought of carrying his child as he cleaned himself off with the balled up tangled sheets at the edge of your bed not bothering to help you before leaving into the other room.
Curling in on yourself you stayed frozen in the bed; sore, disgusted, ashamed. As gleeful you were to see another human you didn’t wish for this. You didn’t wish for any of this.
Steve was right; he was the devil.
You can’t recall a time in your life with faith on your side. Sometimes you wish you had that blind faith that created a safe haven for what’s in the great beyond, but it was hard to worship a God who would do something like this to you; to anyone. But if there was one thing you learned in your life it was that Steve was truly the devil, an indestructible evil that can’t be stopped at the hands of the mortal.
You listen to his scurry about in the other room but couldn’t see through the door he left half open, as if you were a child he just put to bed. Your eyes were heavy as they searched the room but not bothering to move your head, you needed something heavy and mobile. You contemplated killing Steve, coming up behind him bashing him over the head, doing the world a favor and bringing down a man who’s atrocities had yet to be stopped. If you missed he’d probably kill you first but either way you’d get what you wanted. But you’d be the killer he saw in you.
//
You didn’t know you fell asleep until a soft caress brushed against your face till your eyes grew strong enough to open. Ransom’s brow was furrowed as he looked at you as if you’d been lost for days. “Hey, angel.” His voice was soft as you leaned further towards his touch.
“Don’t go,” you muttered, your throat hoarse from abuse.
“Not leaving you ever again,” he nodded. “You learned your lesson.”
“I’m sorry,” you cried into his affection, just happy to see another living person who wasn’t Steve.
In reality you weren’t sorry for trying to escape, you were sorry you gave up so easily when freedom was at your fingertips. You were sorry for not being stronger. You were sorry you couldn’t beat them, kill them, or stop them like you had promised.
“Aw, now don’t tell me you’re going soft on her already.” Steve scoffed from the door frame, shirtless with his slacks still unzipped and belt undone, his chest with the faint scratch marks that faintly drew blood exposed. “I just have one more thing in store for you.” He turned back around and returned to his bag of horrors you could only faintly see through the cracked door.
“Steve, I don’t think anything else necessary.” Ransom called out, one hand still holding your face as you refused to let him go. Hands that were too soft and never did a day of hard work in his life.
“It’s a treat, she behaved so well.” He came back in with a small food box, the kind you’d see in bakeries to show off a beautiful cake with thick icing that melted on your tongue. “Sit up.” Steve commanded with a firmness in his voice that he hadn’t used for Ransom. Ransom let go of your cheek and stepped aside, rotating around the room to stand at the door while Steve took up his spot at your bedside.
Holding the sheet to your chest you sat up in the bed, feeling exposed despite being in the room with the two men who had torn you apart time and time again.
Stabbing the fork into the mystery in the food box he displayed a cut of seared meat that resembled an expensive steak. “Open your mouth.” He grinned.
“I want you to taste what could’ve happened to you.”
Your stomach twisted as you cupped a hand over your mouth, in both terror and protection. “That’s not-“
“Say ahh,” he cooed as he tossed the box on your bedside table, the fork gripped tightly in his fist.
“That’s not necessary-“ Ransom chimed in.
“Shut the fuck up!” Steve yelled, the vein in his forehead protruding with anger, not bothering to look back at him only just peering into your soul like he was ready to watch it crack. “Open your fucking mouth, before I break your jaw sweetheart.”
You shook your head, frozen in time the way you remember seeing Finn. “I saved this slab special for you.” With his free hand he latched around your wrist yanking it from your mouth with the strength similar to a superhuman. “Remember your friend? Sarah?”
“Stop!” You screamed trying to pry yourself free. Steve placed the handle of the silverware between his teeth before pushing you flat, and straddled over you again, his knees weighing against your arms restraining them. You wrestled below him, your mouth drawn together so tight you thought your teeth were going to puncture through the skin.
With his hands free as his knees kept you in place, he pinched your nose shut as you violently tossed and turned your head back and forth. “The only way you’re going to breathe is by opening that bitch mouth of yours.”
Your lungs burned out quickly, the meat nearly pressed to your mouth, waiting to poison you with the meal he had prepared for you with great detail.
Oxygen depravity made your ears pop and vision grow blurry as you felt your heart thump with every beat like a clap of thunder in the woods.
You tried to look for Ransom through the tangling of your limbs, silently screaming for help. It was like you couldn’t hear anything other than sharp ringing like a nail on a chalkboard, you watched his lips move, but it felt like it was all in slow motion but you knew it was happening at super speed.
Ransom latched onto Steve’s shoulder, throwing him to the floor like a rag doll and the breath you finally took was deep as if you’d never get a chance to breathe air again. Your arms were already casting a dark bruising where he knelt on them to hold you down.
“Drysdale!” Steve screamed as if his voice was a message from the Gods.
Your lungs burned as you tried to take in oxygen, each raspy attempt punctuated with a coughing fit. But nothing silenced a room more than seeing Ransom reach to his back and pull a gun that was hidden on waistband.
“Stay. The fuck. Down.” Ransom’s body drew stiffer than you had seen, a wave washed over him and created a new person, one you had yet to meet.
“You’d never do it,” Steve laughed, slowly hoisting himself up. “You’re a fucking pussy, that’s nothing more than a play pretend toy to you. Pansy ass mommas boy.”
The thick sound of a gunshot echoed through the chamber of the basement like a music hall. You clutched your hands over your ears with the drop of your jaw.
“Get. Out. Now. Consider this your only warning.” Ransom commanded through grit teeth standing above Steve who had curled in on himself at the bullet that came flying past his head. “Unless you want the next bullet to not be a little too much on the left, you need to get out and never fucking come back.”
Despite having just been shot at, Steve pretended to be calm, as if he wasn’t shaking and his ears weren’t ringing like the rest of yours. “Consider me gone,” he raised his hands in surrender he didn’t mean, grabbing the box from the night stand. “Just trying to make sure my girl gets some good meat in her somehow.”
Steve looked down to you quaking in the bed, the sheet readjusted glued to your chest. His expression was similar to one of a coyote chasing a rabbit through the dark. Like you were his prey. His hollow eyes never left yours as he took a bite of the steak, juices of marinade rolling down his wrist.
No snarky come back was needed when he watched over you and ate the human being who you barely knew and yet became so attached to. You knew she had died long ago, it was naive to think otherwise, but now you knew for certain that Sarah was dead. You never knew what Sarah looked like, you never would, but you knew what was left of her body looked like. Steve called her a slab of meat, because that was all that was left. Her life disintegrating like oil on a hot pan.
“I’ll see ya’ angel,” he nodded before being led out of the room at Ransom’s gun point. “And Drysdale, I expect your balance to be paid on her by tomorrow evening or else I’ll come back here and make you watch me kill her and fucking eat her.”
You could feel your skin burn all at once like a heat wave as the procession of beeps and doors slamming at Steve’s exit but it was nothing but TV static. In the corner of your eye you spotted the stray fork with a chunk of your dead mystery friend and you were quick to keel over and reenact The Exorcist.
“Fuck, I’m sorry.” Ransom returned to the room, tucking his gun in his waistband like a wannabe cowboy who comes and saves the town from the big bad villain. “I didn’t know, God I didn’t know.”
In shock and anger you could only look at what just expelled from you on the once pristine sheets. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him as he wiped up your face. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Ransom lifted you gently like you were made of glass, and at that moment you were made of glass. Glass under tons and tons of heavy pressure on the brink of shattering.
The ringing from the gunfire never left your ears as you disassociated so deeply you had barely registered him carrying you to the bathroom and getting you in the bathtub. Your mind ran so fast that it felt like nothing at all. Like if you stick your hand in a rushing current of a creek you and feel it all flow with power, the bubbling of the fast pace where they meet. And yet if you pull your hand out your hand was just wet, as if you had stuck your hand in still water instead.
“She’s still on the floor.” Was the first thing you could say, you aren’t sure how much time had passed but the way the water was starting to cool it had likely been a bit. “The piece of her, it’s on the floor.” Your throat burned.
“I’ll take care of it,” he nodded, standing up from kneeling beside the tub. “Just stay here, I’ll take care of it.”
You wanted to say, where else would I go? But it felt too soon for sarcasm.
“Don’t throw her away down here.” You said before he stepped out. “Don’t throw it away in the trash down here, just…take it upstairs.”
“Of course. I wouldn’t have done that down here.” He replied. And like the way water rushes through a river he was gone and you stayed like you were cemented to the tub.
A part of you was relieved to know Sarah was real. Hallucinations were expected when taken off your medicine, you just weren’t sure how soon they came. At least you know she was real, what her fate was, you’re not sure if that was better than never finding out. Her story would now only live through me, though my words, if I would ever actually get the chance to leave the basement, I won’t stop speaking of her, because I am what is left of her existence.
It was surreal knowing the only thing between you and Sarah was the fact Ransom heard you scream and you peaked his sick interest. If that hadn’t happened you’d be cut down bit by bit like an old car stripped for parts. A slab of meat.
They were no longer looking for you. To read the words aloud that you’ve just about been declared dead while you’re still alive made you feel like you were drowning and the lifeboat was too far away. I’m still here.
The police were so eager to give answers and to look like mighty fucking heroes that they just assumed it was you with so little evidence. Steve was right, he wasn’t the only sick and twisted person in the world, that I could’ve gotten in that guys car instead and ended up really dead in the woods. Now the closure to the family of whoever that really is will never be given because they will never know that you were alive this whole time.
She was just another girl who trusted the wrong man and paid her life for it. That could’ve been you, she could’ve been you, that there wasn’t just one monster in the world, that there was more alike in such close proximity. Will her killer ever be caught now? No one was looking for her so no one was looking for him.
You had only noticed that you’d been moved from the water as a soft towel had been wrapped around your shivering body and Ransom’s body heat had begun to bring you back to life. When you had snapped back into reality you found yourself lying curled up in Ransom’s rocking arms on the now stripped bed in just a towel.
You pushed against him and stood to your feet with no resistance. “You’re…a fucking monster.” You had begun to cry and yet you still hadn’t looked him in the face since Steve was here. “You knew what he was going to do.”
“I know,” he tried to stand, his words hollow. “I know I did and I’m so fucking sorry.”
“Stay where you fucking are!” You yelled, gripping the towel to you. “You asked him to hurt me, you asked him to do this.”
“I didn’t ask him to do that.” he raised his hands in defeat, kneeling to the floor like he was being arrested. “I swear to God I didn’t ask him to do this, I didn’t call him.”
“You sat watching your fucking cameras while he tortured me, he made me read to him about how no one is looking for me.” You thought about kicking him in his stupid fucking face. “You sat in whatever dark fucking hole you go to when you watch your sick fucking cameras like I’m some god damn tv show.”
“I know, I know.” His voice was broken but it was hard for you to feel any sort of sorry for him. “I swear to God, I didn’t fucking call him, I didn’t fucking ask him to do this, I didn’t know about Sarah, I didn’t know about your friend.”
“So who fucking called him?” You scoffed. “He just get a hankering for torture and you let him come right down like he was going to the fucking circus or something?”
“Someone in my family must’ve called him.” Ransom shook his head. “Someone in my family must’ve called him and told him what happened, and that you needed to be punished because I couldn’t do it. I grew too soft, I just want you to be happy here.”
“Why would your grandfather call Steve if he’s been the one helping you pay to keep me alive? Did he just want first dibs on whatever piece he wanted to eat?”
“I don’t know, I don’t know if it was him or someone else, but I’m so sorry and I’ll make sure you never have to see him again.”
“Is it true, what he said?” You refused to look him in the eye still, only at your feet or at the spot in the wall you’ve stared at a thousand times when you couldn’t fall asleep. “There’s a balance on my head? That he can come take me whenever he wants?”
“I’d never let him do that.”
You laughed. “Oh yeah? And what would you do, Ransom? Would you wave your gun around and threaten him some more?”
“He’s never going to see you again.” Ransom had slowly begun to stand to his feet like the passionate feeling of his words was bringing him to life. “I’d burn this place to the ground and we’d leave in the middle of the night, go where not him, or anyone could find us.”
You could only laugh at his stupidity and broken promises, you were too exhausted to play into his delusions like you often do.
“Look at me,” Ransom demanded, grabbing you by the jaw to look him in his bloodshot eyes for the first time in what felt like years. “There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I’d burn down everything I own and never speak to my family again for you. I’d kill for you if you asked me to.”
“I have never felt this way about another human being before, fuck, I never thought this feeling was possible but it is. You own ever bit of me just as much as I own you and so help me god I will fucking kill that man, I should’ve fucking killed him for just for touching you but I do not want you to witness more violence and death than you have. I want you to live a happy, comfortable life, I want to take care of you, I want-no I need you to feel my devotion to you.”
You didn’t realize you were crying until his thumb caressed your weeping tear from under your eye. “Do you mean it?”
“I could die a happy man knowing I’ve been gifted you in my life. The feeling of you the taste of you the sound of your voice even when you’re yelling at me that you hate me. All of it, all of you, I know you more than you realize and you know more of me than I’ve ever known myself. As long as I am alive I’m devoted to you.”
He jumped in surprise at the feeling of you kissing him. He was hesitant, cautious, scared of scaring you off. “I don’t want to push you and make you feel like you need to do this, it’s been a long day we can wait.”
“I know,” you pulled away breathlessly. “I need to forget everything about him, I need to feel you, need you in me till you’re all I can think of.”
Ransom groaned against your lips before yanking you into his arms, you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist.
His touch was heavy like you had never felt it, like he needed you or else he was going to die. He turned you and laid you gently on the bed. You began to fiddle with his belt buckle and he pulled your wrist away. “No; I just want to take care of you right now.”
“Please Ransom,” you whined against his lips. “I don’t want this to feel like a favor, I want this to feel like I’m being with all of you.”
“If that’s what you want anything for you, angel.” His lips left yours and traveled down your jaw and your neck where you knew he loved to be the most. “I can feel your pulse on my tongue and it’s driving me fucking crazy.”
Shallow breaths and bucking hips filled the room. His strong hands groping every part of you like he was trying to read a love poem in braille. With shaking over stimulated hands you pulled off his clothes, his skin warm with desire. As he assisted your wishes and helped you undress him, his cock was already hard, a bead of cum leaking from his tip.
“Need you so fucking badly,” he whined into your neck as he slid his fingers back and forth over your fast growing arousal. With his hip he guided your legs apart so he could feel you.
“Ran,” you gasped as his fingers pushed deep into you, contracting around him.
“Need to make you cum first,” Ransom left your neck and pressed his raw lips back to yours. “Squeezing me so good sweetheart such a good girl for me.”
You dug your nails into his back as the thin chain of mother Mary that never left his neck brushed against yours. “Gonna let me take care of you, princess? Gonna make such a mess for me aren’t you? My fingers aren’t going to stop fucking you till she’s crying for me.”
“Yes, daddy.” You moaned, your enthusiasm driving his thrusting fingers to curl exactly where you needed them. “Fuck.”
“Oh is that is, angel?” You could feel his obnoxious grin against your face. “That right where you need me? Is that where my little girl needs her daddy to keep fucking?”
A hiccuped moan left your lips as your head drew back. You reached for his cock between the two of you, your hand stroking against his throbbing length. “Oh no no, none of that baby, I didn’t say you could do that.” With one hand he gathered your wrists and restrained them loosely above your head. “Don’t you dare think about moving those hands, I know you’re gonna be my good girl and keep ‘em’ to yourself till I’m finished with you.”
“I’m sorry,” you whined as the impending burning grew inside of you. “Please, please don’t stop. Need your fingers in me, mine can’t do it like yours.”
Ransom cooed with pretend sympathy. “You poor thing, can’t even fuck your self right, need daddy to come and do it for you?” A cry left your lips as his words had you feeling weak in the knees. “She knows she's mine, that pretty little pussy. And you’re squeezing me so god damn right you’re about to cum, I can feel it, isn’t that right? You’ gonna cum for me, gonna make me proud.”
“Please,” your words were practically unintelligible. “Gonna cum, daddy-fuck.”
“Atta girl, make me proud, cum for me.” His fingers fucked into you at a relentless speed until something snapped deep inside you and he curled into his chest and the embarrassing sound of the mess between your legs felt like it echoed off the walls.
“Look at that pretty fuckin’ mess you made for me.” Ransom kissed your jaw as you came down from your high, his hand now soaked with your release, tenderly stroked between your thighs. Your hips bucked in sensitivity as his fingers passed over your clit. “So proud of you, such a good girl for me. Do you think you can take me tonight, sweetheart? Do you wanna wait a bit? Todays been a stressful day for you-“
“Shut up and fuck me,” you cut him off kissing his lips. “Need to feel you, only you, please.” You yanked him by the neck to sit beside you on the edge of the bed. You were quick to roll and straddle him his lap. “Please, Ransom. I don’t want to feel…him ever again, just want you.”
The two of yous lips barely left each other, only briefly parted for lustful words and praises and needed rushed breaths. This didn’t feel like anything you had ever experienced, never with Ransom. It felt like you couldn’t stop kissing him if you tried, that there was a new fire burning inside you that was being pulled to him like a magnet.
“You wanna ride me, sweetheart? Wanna be a big girl for me and ride me?” He taunted with his hand stroking your waist, trying to restrain himself from taking over. “Show me how bad you need me. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”
With a whimpering nod, too brain dead to form any real words you aligned him with yourself.
“God fucking damn,” Ransom groaned out with a his as you slid down his length. “That’s it, pretty girl, nice and slow.”
He held you close to him sitting upright as you began to ride him. The heavy breathing and warm skin between the two of you was all you could feel. Ransom wouldn’t leave any part of you, wrapping his arms around you, trying to keep you as close as possible as if your separation would be his death sentence.
“Feels’ so good,” you whined, your hips now beginning to move.
“Atta girl,” he grunted, restraint prevalent on his face. “Missed feeling you like this, fuck.”
Ransom met your thrusts down with him, silently begging for more but letting you be in charge. You needed it as badly as he needed you. You could feel his misguided devotion coursing through him.
“Never letting go of you. You got that, sweetheart?” He moved his hand to caress your hair, holding his lips just barely to yours. You whimpered against his lips, his heavy breathing beating on you. “Need you to say it, angel. I’m never gonna let you get away, mine forever, I fucking need you always.
“Need…you…too.” You whispered your lips ghosting over each other as sweat formed against you but he wouldn’t dare seperate from you if he could be any closer against you he would be. “Always yours.”
“Good girl, that’s right.” He beat his hips up to yours, the tell signs of his orgasm approaching with the way his voice became wines and his lips faintly separate. “Can’t help it, need to fuck you hard, need to cum deep in you, so god damn close.”
Ransom slammed your hips to his, the maneuver against your clit sending you over. He fucked into you like his life depended on it as he railed you through your orgasm. You were grateful at least he knew to take control as your brain began to shut off.
“Cum for me,” he grunted. “I’m gonna fill you…fuck…gonna cum deep inside…”
As the mind numbing orgasm road itself out you could feel him cumming deep inside you.
The heavy breathing between the two of you ricochet off of each other as you could feel his heart race over his chest. “Never letting you go. I always need you. No one’s ever going to touch you again… I belong to you and you belong to me…”
You nodded breathlessly. “I know.”
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The next morning felt like you were coming out of a deep hibernation. The sound of food being made in the other room and the smell gracing your senses with the fainted light from the other room peaking through the cracked bedroom door.
You wiped the dreaded sleep from your eyes as you rolled over to the side of the bed.
9:48
Your alarm clock had reappeared in the night. His olive branch of giving you back your sense of time.
A/n: this was dark im sorry I know not everyone has the stomach for it. I don’t know for sure how I want this to end so I’ve been hesitant to post if I change my mind on a detail I had already posted. When Fresh first came out I made a post breaking down the religious symbolism throughout the movie and although it’s not required to read for the story, the points I make do reflect in the writing. Kneeling on grains of rice is an old punishment tactic, from my understanding it’s primarily used in the south but I’m sure it’s used everywhere.
References: I mention previously that the timer he gives her and that trope in general is based off the (1965) Collector. Her reading how the search for her was called off was inspired by the true events of the men’s soccer team that got stranded in the Andes mountains and then resorted to cannibalism. Her in the closet is reference to Handmaids Tale, which is a writing style I really take after of the restrained and dark internal dialogue.
warnings: dark, obsessive behaviour, possessive behaviour, manipulation, mentions of stalking, gun use, inappropriate usage of a gun
w/c: 2.2k
summary: After leaving your beautiful home country because of the infamous German redbull racing driver, sebastian vettel, you thought that the nightmare would finally be over — but that was just the beginning.
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Leaving your beloved country called England, was definitely something that hurt you but you had no other option.
After you’ve rejected redbull's golden boy, Sebastian Vettel, two time already — he still asks you like it’s the first time, with a smug smile and some specific kind of darkness lingering in his usually oh so bright eyes.
And every time you reject him — just because you're simply not interested, he comes crawling back… almost like you’re his addiction that he just can’t let go.
At first you thought that it wasn’t all to bad since you actually kinda liked him — as a friend — but after two times of asking you the exact same question with the exact same sinister smile on his face, you’ve lost every kind of likeness for him in a matter of days.
And now you're here, in Paris, all alone — only because of him.
It physically sickened you already how many times he texted you. Unstoppably. Even after you blocked him and reported his number, he always found a way to contact you all over again. It even got so bad that you started to get serious nightmares because of him, haunting you until the early morning hours.
But the worst part were the letters that you’ve received after you decided to throw your phone away since he just wouldn’t stop texting or calling you. The letters were basically what widened the imagination for your awful nightmares that gave you sleepless nights.
Some of those letters that you’ve got in your mailbox were filled with threats, some with lovely and sweet words and some with one single word or short sentences that made goosebumps appear your skin.
“Mine.”
“I'm always going to find you.”
“You can’t run away, little lamb.”
“Forever.”
And after receiving those letters in France as well, you left the country again. With tears in your eyes you decided to go to Russia without telling any one your friends about it. When you left England — and all of your friends behind, you told them that you’ll go to Paris but now, nobody’s knows.
Or that’s at least what you thought, but in the end you’ve realised that this assumption of yours was wrong.
You furrowed your brows as the doorbell rang, disturbing you from desperately trying to choose the cheapest flight to Russia, but you furrowed your brows even harder as the mailman handed you a package from an unknown sender, but deep down you sadly already knew who this 'unknown sender' was.
“Thank you,” you quietly mumbled to the kind mailman before you closed the front door and gently placed the surprisingly lightweight package onto your dinner table, slowly opening it.
And you almost couldn’t believe your own eyes as you saw what this 'unknown sender' sent you.
A first class airplane ticket to Russia.
You gulped before you quickly shut your curtains and continued packing you things, swiftly and slightly nervously leaving your small apartment in France behind.
- - -
“Thank you, Anastasia,” you said kindly to your neighbour as she brought you the mail that the mailman accidentally delivered to the wrong address. “No problem,” she replied with a strong Russian accent before you closed the door behind you, observing the small envelopes.
But one, rather big and light brown one, stood out.
Tears already entered your eyes as you quickly ripped it open, slowly not only growing scared by all of this, but also mad.
But this time it wasn’t only a sick 'love letter' filled with 'sweet' or threatening or possessive words — No, this time there were pictures included, pictures that made you stomach twist, almost wanting to throw up.
There were five pictures, just like his driver's number.
One where you were cooking in your panties and a short top, slightly moving around the kitchen while you were listening to some song you can’t remember anymore.
The second one was one of you doing your daily workout routine, a picture of you in the plank position, tiny frown on your sweaty face as you tried to focus.
The third one was definitely taken from the small upper window from your living room, you were able to see your figure from behind, sitting on the couch while you were watching your favourite horror movie, eating a bowl of popcorn while doing so.
The fourth made you gasp, it was a picture of you showering — obviously, completely naked, which was perfectly able to be seen on the picture, which means that he saw you naked now, that fucking pervert.
But the fifth one — the last one, probably scared you the most, even though you wouldn’t have thought that, that would be able after the last one.
It was a picture of you sleeping, but this time it wasn’t taken from a window like the other ones…it was taken from the bedroom, inside the house.
The sickening picture showed you sleeping peacefully on your left side while Sebastian's hand brushed some of your hair out of your face, fingertips only slightly touching your hot skin.
You sniffled in fear and sadness but also anger before you took all of those five pictures and ripped them in half, hastily throwing them into your trashcan before you booked your next ticket.
This time to the wonderful vienna.
- - -
“Hier, bitteschön,” Here you go, The barista told you with a smile, for a grumpy city like Vienna, she was very kind.
Since you’re living in a pretty little but modern apartment in the capital city of Austria, you learned some German. But you were still struggling a bit with the Austrian accent.
You nodded before you mumbled a quick 'danke' thank you.
Luckily, your apartment was only a few meters away from your apartment so you arrived at your new home in a matter of just a few minutes, quickly opening the door with your silver key and gently putting the pink donut and the strong coffee onto the kitchen counter.
You sighed as you picked your new nail up, hands already slightly trembling but that quickly stopped again as soon as you noticed that the mail is actually normal and not scary or psychotic.
You gulped your fear down and turned around with a tiny grin, actually genuinely happy that the creepy German doesn’t stalk you anymore.
But then you’ve noticed the small package.
With hot tears and slightly shaky hands, you picked it up and set it down onto the table, gently grabbing a sharp knife and opening it. But you were only able to furrow your brows as you’ve noticed that it’s a tape.
A small, black VHS video tape.
You sighed and took a deep breath before you quickly went over to your VHS video recorder, gently putting the tape into the black recorder before you pressed 'play' and then set yourself down onto your small couch that's facing the TV.
You gulped as you covered your mouth, tears entering your eyes all over again as you saw Sebastian entering your modern apartment back in Russia, slowly creeping through your kitchen until he reached your trashcan, pulling the destroyed pictures with a loud sigh out of the trashcan before he set the camera onto the kitchen counter, looking directly at it now with a smile.
You don’t even wanna imagine how many women he fooled with that perfect smile before.
But then his smile faded again as he gazed down at the ripped pictures of yourself.
“Can I be real honest with you, meine liebe, my love, I was really hurt when I saw this through my binoculars,” the young German formula one racer said into the camera, making you wipe some of your tears away before you sniffled in pure fear.
“I though you would like them! But I guess I was sadly wrong,” he mumbled before he smiled again as he pulled tape out of the pocket of his jeans, quickly sticking the pictures back together with a sinister dark gaze in his eyes.
After that, he got a hold of his black backpack, swiftly pulling five dark picture frames out of it, gently putting them down onto the counter before he framed — in a very gently way, all five pictures, smirking as he did so.
Then he put them into his backpack before he put it back around his back, laying the undersides of his arms onto the cold counter top before he put his cheek onto them, happily smiling at the camera,
“See you in vienna, baby.”
And then the video ended. Leaving you in nothing else than tears.
Suddenly, you felt a big hand covering your mouth from behind, other hand quickly grabbing your wrists in a rather rough manner, pressing them tightly to your body, “Hallo, mein liebling.” Hello my darling.
You gasped before you softly cried into his palm, tears streaming down your heated cheeks now as your entire body started to tremble, “Missed me? I bet you did, am I right?”
But you only shook your head as you whined into his warm palm, making him press your arms even tighter to your body,
“I said…am I right?” The German asked you again in a deeper tone, German accent strong.
This time, you agreed with his wicked statement, slowly nodding as he slowly let go of your wrists, surprisingly freeing them in a gently manner before he reached for something in his back pocket.
Swiftly, he pulled a tiny gun out of his the right pocket, making you gulp as he slowly put it in front of your face, showing it off to you like it’s a brand new phone he just got himself.
Sebastian chuckled as he saw your facial expression that showed nothing more than fear now, “She’s pretty isn’t she?” He asked as he wiggled the gun in front of your face, showing you that it’s actually loaded with bullets.
You gasped as you heard the bullets rattling in his gun, raising your eyebrows and widening your eyes as the German redbull driver brushed a few strands of hair out of your face with the top of it, making you gulp.
“But clearly not as pretty as you, baby,” he muttered into your ear from behind before he slowly removed his palm from your mouth, gently placing it into the back of your head,
“S-Sebastian, please-”
“Shhh,” Sebastian immediately interrupted you, shaking his head from side to side with a tiny angry frown on his face before he went on, playing with the gun in front of your face like it’s a toy one, “Just do as I say…and none of those pretty little — but very painful, bullets will hit your delicate and oh so beautiful skin, meine liebe,” he said in a undertone with a grin on his face.
You knew that you shouldn’t have agreed like it means nothing, but you were just so unbelievably scared right now that you couldn’t risk anything, you simply couldn’t.
“O-Okay,” you nodded as tears landed onto your temple and cheeks, but Sebastian didn’t even acknowledged them, he only continued smiling like a sick and twisted fuck.
He nodded as he briefly bit his lip, “Great! Perfect!” He laughed along his sentence.
Suddenly, you felt him going on his knees, tying your hair in a rather clean makeshift ponytail and slowly bending your head backwards towards himself, making you whine,
“It’s okay, hey,” Sebastian spoke up, “If you cooperate like a good girl, I won’t hurt you, okay?”
You gulped and nodded, making you him forcefully tug on your ponytail, “Words goddammit.”
“Okay,” you answered in a quick manner, making him immediately smile down at you again, “that’s my good little girl,” he said before he ran his along your trembling lips, this time noticing your fear,
“Entspann, meine liebe, alles is okay.” Relax, my love, everything is okay.
But you were definitely far away from being relaxed, especially as soon as he spoke up again, genuinely scaring you with his words this time,
“Open your mouth.”
You choked on your breath as you felt him smiling against your cheek, fingers on the back of your head — that are still holding a neatly done makeshift ponytail — now softly stroking your scalp.
Very slowly, you opened your mouth, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt him slowly shoving the loaded gun into your mouth, roughly tasting the metal on your tongue now.
“So ein gutes mädchen.” Such a good girl.
“So brav, nur für mich, huh?” So good, only for me, huh?
Then he shoved the heavy metal gun further down your throat, forcefully choking you with it, making you gag around it.
“That’s what I wanted to hear,” he smiled against your wet cheek, making you cry and whine out, tears landing on top of his fingers and the gun now.
He sighed as you squeezed your eyes shut and tried to not choke on the loaded gun, “Gosh, this looks and sounds way better than I imagined it, to be honest,” he whispered into you ear before he kissed your wet temple.
Suddenly, Sebastian's hand let go of your makeshift ponytail created by him and put his palm onto the back of your head, slowly forcing your head towards the gun, making you choke on it even more as you gagged around it.
“Oh god,” Sebastian spoke up in a deep and raspy tone, making you open your eyes again, “Look what you’ve done to me,” he said before he turned your head so that you could see his crotch area.
And there he was, on his knees, shoving you a loaded gun down your throat with a big boner in his jeans, happily smiling at you.
After being taken by crazed cannibal, Steve Kemp, with the intent of selling your body to the disturbed wealthy, you capture the attention of the everyone’s favorite dark rich man, Ransom Drysdale. After catching his eye he decides to buy you for himself before you can be chopped to bits, with the promise that Steve could visit and play whenever he likes. As you try to escape what feels like your impending doom you don’t know what feelings become real and what becomes fantasy.
This is a mini-series. Taglist is open! I’m also taking requests for blurbs/drabbles/headcannons for this series as well
18+, each chapter contains dark!smut and labeled with its own trigger warnings before reading. Keep in mind the concept of Steve Kemp and his appetite so this will dark and gory type references.
