#18 with 76? please and thank you!~
Not sure how this one turned out, I haven’t writing for soldier in so long and he can be a bit tricky for me to write sometimes but I hope you enjoy :)
#18: “Cry for me, baby.”
Every morning, you had gotten up at the early hours of the day, torn from your warm bed by the sound of your alarm. You shuffled yourself into the kitchen, brewing a cup of coffee before you had to head to work. Something about today felt...off. You couldn’t really put your finger on it, but there was something in the air that wasn’t like your usual mornings. Looking at the window, blurry with heavy rain, it was probably the terrible weather that filled you with dread. Your workplace was nearby, so you had always walked there, even with weather like this. So, begrudgingly, you gulped down your coffee and grabbed your umbrella, making your way to the shop.
The sound of the pouring rain hitting your umbrella served well in keeping you from falling asleep in the middle of your walk. No matter how many times you wake up this early, it seems that nothing stops you from staying up late at night.
It isn’t long before you arrive at the shop, eagerly getting inside to get out of the rain. Only a few coworkers are on shift, the day doesn’t get busy until the afternoon, so you prefer this shift. There’s not much hassle and you can generally coast by. You say your good mornings to everyone as you head to the back and drop off your things.
Still, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. So far, you were just going through the motions, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Maybe you just forgot your wallet at home or something small like that...
Your day went on, boring and unremarkable as you assisted the few customers that entered the shop. Even when the afternoon passed, rarely anyone came in, probably saving themselves from the pouring rain. After your gruesomely long shift, you gathered your thing and clocked out. The rain was almost welcoming after a day like that, plus the sky was dark enough for you to fall right asleep once you got home. Even just a short nap would lighten your mood.
The streets were covered in water, like you were walking by a river. At this point, your shoes and socks were soaked and the water was crawling up your legs. But you were halfway home, it wouldn’t be long until you could shed your clothes.
“Excuse me,” you heard a coarse voice come from behind you, “did you drop this?”
A tall man stood behind you, his face was shadowed by his umbrella. You could see a bit of stubble on his chin, white hairs, but his body seemed exceptionally fit for an older man. He extended something, what looked to be your wallet, towards you with his hand.
“Oh my God,” you chuckled at your carelessness, “I can’t believe I didn’t notice, thanks so much!” Taking the wallet from his hand, you put it in your pocket, “You could’ve just taken it a walked away...I feel like I should do something to thank you. I don’t have much-“
“No, dont worry about that,” he put is hand in his pocket and moved the umbrella enough for you to see cold, blue eyes, “just remember what I’ve done for you today, that’s all the thanks I need.”
He walked off suddenly, before you could say anything. You weren’t sure what he meant by that, but it sounded like some sort of pay it forward thing. It was pretty wholesome, made the day a little bit better. Yet, something shook at your core, like that feeling from earlier but worse. Must be a stomach ache, a nap would probably mend it.
The moment you got home, you immediately took off your clothes. You were soaked with dirty rain water from the knees down, the only thing you could think of was taking a warm shower.
Starting the shower, you dipped your feet under the water, letting out a small sigh. You brushed your hair until it was silky smooth, then went into the water. Standing motionless in the warmth, you just closed your eyes and enjoyed the moment. It was always nice taking warm showers after walking in a stream of cold, dirty rain. Your body relaxed as you savored the sensation, only to be interrupted by a loud thud from outside of the bathroom. Shaken from your trance, you turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around your body, “Hello?” You called but there was no answer. Slipping from the shower, you went to investigate the sound.
Suddenly, as soon as you stepped out of the bathroom, something flew above your head and over your mouth. Someone’s hand, holding a damp rag. It looked familiar, you’d seen this hand. Before you could remember who it belonged to, you were passed out cold, in the arms of a stranger.
You woke up with a massive headache, your eyes fluttered opened as you struggled to adjust to the little light that was in the room.
“You awake?” that voice, it was so familiar but you couldn’t recognize it.
Instinctively, you tried to raise a hand to rub your eyes, but couldn’t. Your hands were bound behind your back. You cracked your eyes a bit and saw that you were leaning against a pole, tied to it and sitting on the ground. The sound of the rain was still audible.
“Still recovering? Poor thing...” a hand cups your cheek and your sleepiness causes you to lean against it, “oh, so sweet too.”
His voice was so deep and rough. Wait, could it be the guy from earlier? Once you realized what exactly was happening, you tore your face from his palm and your legs kicked frantically in hopes you’d pry yourself free, “Who are you?”
He chuckled, walking away as you tried to undo your binds. No reply came from him, but you could hear the steel of a blade being unsheathed as he made his way back towards you, “I would tell you not to waste your time, but I like seeing you struggle.”
With the hilt of the knife, he raised your chin up to examine your face. You were nothing short of terrified, but you remained composed with all the might you could muster to stare right back at him. Your eyebrows furrowed, twitching as you tried to keep a straight face. He seemed displeased and he moved the knife away from your chin.
“You’re more stupid than you look, you know...” he spoke lowly, almost to himself, “I thought you were on to me today, but you didn’t have a clue, did you?”
It sounded like he wanted you to answer him by the tone of his voice, but you were in no mood to talk. You were too stunned by everything that had happened so suddenly, your mind raced with a billion questions. Who was this guy? Where were you? How long have you been here? What does he want?
“Weeks of preparation, just to blow my own cover. Damn, such a shame, needed at least a month to get your room ready. Just had to drop your damned wallet, huh? So careless, what would you do without me.“
What the hell was this guy on about? You could hardly keep up, and you still had the headache from before. The sound of the rain wasn’t helping, either, everything was just too much, “I want to go home...”
He sighed, squatting down to your level, “You’re going to have to understand something, sweetheart. This is your home. I don’t want to hear you saying that again. Am I clear?”
Again, his question didn’t sound rhetorical, but like he wanted you to answer. You closed your eyes tightly and pulled your knees against your chest. This can’t be real, it has to be a nightmare. Just wake up already.
“Come on, sweetheart. Don’t make me have to punish you,” his words didn’t even register in your head. You just wanted to pretend like none of this was happening and to wake up in your bed, “Alright, that’s it.”
With incredible strength, his hand grabbed your throat and held your head up. The other held the knife, almost as large as a machette but looked like a kitchen knife when held in his large hand. You gasped and panted for air, small groans and pleas coming from your lips. He was unfazed and held the blade against your exposed throat, “Listen to me, I’m going to make this a lesson you won’t forget.”
He pushed the steel harshly against the nape of your neck, not enough to draw blood but the friction made you panic, “Please! I’m sorry! Please, I’ll listen, just don’t hurt me!” You begged through gasps and sobs as hot tears rolled down your face.
“That’s it,” he tore the blade from your skin and replaced it with his lips as he began to lick the area, dragging his tongue up to your ear, where he whispered to you, “Cry for me, baby.”
You couldn’t stop the waterfall of tears that stung your eyes and fell down your cheeks. You felt embarrassed, violated, mortified. Yet this man seemed to be relishing in your shame. One by one, tears flowed down your cheeks, pouring down like the heavy rain. You couldn’t tell if you were hearing the sound of your sobs, or the rain hitting the ground.
