. ˖ ꒰𑁬 ♡ ໒꒱ ˖ . brat | rusty nail x fem!reader
warnings: not really canon rusty nail behavior??? , slight allusion to stockholm syndrome i guess, age gap and slightly suggestive themes.
author’s note: god i love rusty.
rusty knew you were trouble the moment he had you tied up and tossed into the back of his truck. however it didn't take long to have you dumbed down to do whatever he asked of you. in simpler terms, rusty has trained you to be the most perfect and obedient little toy, so much so that he had you doing whatever he wanted without even saying word.
he loved you most when you were like that. so eager to please, so innocent, he loves that you'd sob to the point where you would edged on the line of a panic attack if he was gone for too long.
however perfect submissive girls always had that other side to them, you know, the side that just loved to piss him off, didn’t matter if you mean to or not.
rusty didn't like brats, he didn't like to be pushed, disobeyed and on those rare occasions he blames himself for your disobedience. he thinks that he gave you to much freedom, a false sense of security.
but he really didn't mind, he loved putting you in your place at the first sign of rebellion. he's learned that while he has the most fun spanking you so hard your ass splits with tiny cuts—it only made you wish to rebel against him more as you were into all of that.
which is why he had to change tactics for when he actually wants you to listen, to actually discipline you. it was mostly why you were in a sour mood to begin with.
this morning you rushed out of the truck, leaving rusty behind despite his number one rule: do not leave his side when you guys are outside.
in your mind you had a perfectly good explanation—you just wanted the glazed donut before the other truckers got to them first. you didn't think much when you rushed off, you didn't think much when that random man opened the door for you and called you beautiful—you simply didn't think.
something rusty would happily remind you about “stupid kid, you ain't using that damn brain of yours" he'd mutter, his hand very obviously placed on your ass as he led you back to the truck so everyone could see.
you knew you where in actual trouble when he didn't order you to the back—calm rusty was undoubtedly scarier than pissed rusty. so you did the only thing you knew how to do, you apologized and offered to do whatever he wanted to make it right.
rusty hummed, this wasn’t the first time he’s heard this rant and he knew for a fact that it wasn’t going to be the last. so as of now he wanted you to sit in the guilt for a while and thats exactly what you did.
you didn’t even dare to breathe so loud in hopes that he wouldn’t pay to much attention to you, that he wouldn’t remember the earlier incident. it was a foolish thought but a thought nonetheless.
so after what felt like hours you figured that maybe you were in the clear. you reached for the radio only to be met with slap from rusty’s hand.
“hey!” you pouted, rubbing the back of your hand despite there being absolutely no pain. rusty just stared ahead, not saying a word, not acknowledging you.
“whatcha do that for?” again, no answer.
“oh come on, you can’t still be mad about earlier rust” his jaw clenched as you spoke his name—the man definitely had a love hate relationship with you saying it, didn’t matter if it was a nickname or not.
“if your not gonna talk to me then i should be allowed to listen to—” your hand was once again interrupted before you could turn on the radio. this time however he had your wrist in a tight grip, one you were sure was going to leave a mark.
“leave it alone, your bout to get into more trouble than your already in, wanna keep testing me little girl?” he spat, his eyes never leaving the road.
you huffed, snatching your arm away as you crossed them over your chest “your so mean” you muttered and just like that the truck was silent again.
however the silence only lasted a few more minutes before the truck came to a hard stop. you immediately sat up, eyes scanning the area around you.
the sun was starting to set and the roads were eerily empty. “why’d you stop?” rusty ignored you as he lit his cigarette yet your heart rate started to pick up as you noticed him gathering the ropes and zip ties.
“you got a minute to run” he said, cigarette sitting perfectly between his lips. you looked outside the window and realized that you were near a corn maze—something you were not so secretly a fan of.
“wait rusty i—”
“54 seconds”
“i said i was sorry!”
“53 seconds”
“please anything else but this!”
“52 seconds, the longer your still here the worse it’s about to be for you” as he kept counting you weighed your options—you could run and take your punishment or you could stay and suffer something worse.
“35 seconds”
“hey! isn’t it supposed to be 45 seconds?”
he finally looked over at you—his eyes locking onto yours. rusty sighed, blowing the smoke your way and muttered “20 seconds” you gasped, finally realizing that he was skipping numbers on purpose.
“this is cheating!” you shouted as you finally ran as fast as your body would allow you to.
rusty just smiled as he watched you trip more than once, knowing that after he’s made you bleed and cry he’ll kiss all the pain away.
