Synopsis: Your once childhood nuisance turned celebrity, turned aggressor, is advancing further and further into his delusions, pushing past your boundaries in any way he sees fit. He won't even let you shower by yourself or get a cup of water to quench your dry throat. Just how much of your autonomy is he going to invade, and why is he doing this?
Details: Verbal abuse, NSFW, manipulation, fem reader, kidnapping, non-con, masturbation, delusional thinking
Warning: NSFW, Non-Con
The warm late morning sunlight glows on your face as you rustle up from your slumber. Your eyelids drudge open, and you blink a couple of times to wake yourself. You slowly sit up using your tied arms, your elbows digging into the biggest mattress you've ever seen.
The first thought that comes into your hazy mind is the sore hunger pains coming from your empty stomach. You look down at yourself. You're still wearing your top and pants from almost 2 or 3 days ago, and you're not sure what day it is exactly.
And when you hear heavy footsteps nearing the bedroom door you immediately remember what happened yesterday and the tenseness returns, making your whole body sore. You try not to dwell on it, but you remember where you are now fully and completely.
You need to escape.
As the tall, smooth white panel door opens inwards you slump back down into bed. You don't have the energy to stay on guard, and you're past starving. Everything feels light, especially your limbs, yet they also simultaneously feel tied down by ten ton weights.
"Hey, did you sleep well?" He asks walking towards you with a cup of hot tea. Good, you were parched.
You manage to croak out a 'yes' and he sits beside you, placing down the beverage to help you up. He strokes your hair as he picks the mug back up with his right hand. You reach for it, bracing for the hot ceramic to touch your palms, but instead, Jacob brings it to his lips, leaving you dumbfounded at his blatant selfishness.
"Oh, you wanted it?" He asks, with a dumbfounded look on his face.
You stare blankly at him back.
'Oh, no Jacob, it's fine, I don't want something to drink after being starved and kidnapped for days.' You think, sarcastic and bitter. Yes, you did want the fucking tea after he threw you around, threatened to cut your finger and neck, and came in your mouth.
"Of course my pretty girl can share with me." He adds sweetly. So sweetly in fact, it makes you question if what happened yesterday truly happened. What was going on? Were you being kidnapped? He hands you the steaming drink and with awkward T-rex arms you manage to lift the cup to your dry lips and take a few sips. The restraints on your wrist... It's awkward, it's janky, it's uncomfortable. The metal cuffs keep cutting into your skin and you can barely do anything.
"Jacob-" You start, attempting to ask him to unlock the handcuffs.
He shoots you a look. A 'don't say it and ruin the mood' look. It sends you a gut-tossing chill, muting whatever you were going to ask him to do.
" Babe, I found this great brunch place for us to try. You must be starving huh?" He quickly jumps to a different subject, before you even have a chance to ask him to take the handcuffs off of you, or let that dangerous stare of his sink in.
Brunch? Like as in a restaurant in public? Somewhere you could get help? Your scheming begins and your heartbeat rises at the chance of being saved.
"I was so worried, because you haven't eaten in a while."
Jacob can see it on your face and he can see it in your eyes. That flash of determination that he hated throughout childhood. The cancer that was infecting this pure love, it had to be cut out and blazed. He could almost hear you plotting your escape from the relationship.
"I ordered it to go, it'll be here soon." He tells He announces to you.
"Oh." You say in crestfallen hopelessness. Your stomach growls.
"I hope this can count as our new start." He adds on.
You try to hide your desperation from his observant eyes as your chance of escaping seems to start withering away. Perhaps focus on something else?
You look into his golden eyes. Today he's wearing a soft-looking grey long-sleeve and loose-fitting cargos. His silver watch on his left hand had been making a ticking sound this whole time, and you hadn't noticed in your narrow-sighted distress. He had clean clothes and a lovely shiny watch, while your hair was a mess, your clothes old.
"What can I wear? Can I take a shower?" You ask him abruptly. You didn't feel like a human anymore, you felt more like an animal. You needed to get away from him, at least temporarily. He scared you, his weird switches in behaviour, from doting to violent.
"I'll give you a bath, and your old clothes are in the other closet." He responds smiling.
Oh god, please, god if you're real don't allow him to give me a bath, please god.
"Jacob, please, just let me shower on my own." You beg. He hadn't seen you naked yet, and it was one of the last dignities you could hold on to.
"You're too weak, now stop it." He snaps, annoyance flashing his face.
And you do, you shut up like the helpless prey you are. And now he'll to see you stripped and all, his hands over your bare body-
'You're not a helpless prey,' you think to yourself. 'Don't ever think like that, especially not in a situation like this.' Didn't you know this well enough? For humans, morale was the most important thing in survival, it didn't matter if the heart was beating or not, first and foremost it was mind had to stay alive.
You blink back tears and slide yourself off the bed, following him to the washroom. He sees it, and perhaps he feels pity for your pathetic form, because he tells you to give him your hands. Hesitantly, you place your restrained hands in his, unsure what he'll do. You wait for him to reach into his left pocket, where he brings out a small flat key, which he uses to unlock your handcuffs.
So that's where he keeps the keys to the handcuff.
You shake out your wrists, free from the restraints and you feel- so light. You try not to look too hard at the red cuts and marks around them from the prolonged use, they give you mind-numbingly painful reminders of the terror you're facing.
"I'll put some ointment on it, okay?" He says, gently, while hovering his fingers above the injuries.
He leads you across his wide bedroom to his bathroom. It's like another room on its own, grand with marble, and a great bathtub overlooking the view of the vast backyard pool.
He turns the faucet of the sleek bathtub, as the water rushes down and echoes the room with the sound of falling splashes hitting porcelain.
You stand near him, not daring to move an inch without the weight of your cuffs. He turns back to you and starts to pull your shirt off. You reluctantly lift your arms up to help him and you quickly cover yourself. You cross your arms over your bare chest and avoid Jacob's burning stare at you. To Jacob, you were overreacting. Why were you so insistent on acting innocent and shy in a relationship? What's the big deal seeing his girlfriend's tits? For fuck's sake, you'd already sucked him off, hadn't you?
You try to take yourself out of this experience while he pulls your pants down, leaving you down to your underwear. You knew this was his motive, but you can almost hear his arousal. The hot, buzzing excitement, disguised as a caring gesture revolts you. He wasn't really washing you out of concern of you being 'too weak', he just wanted to control you and see you naked.
"I can do it!" You exclaim, breaking the silent tension. His fingers linger on the waistband of your underwear. You don't dare to push his hands off of you, but you do step away from his touch.
Jacob brushes his loose hair back with his hand and sighs.
"Babe, please, let's not fight over this, let me take care of you." He says, seemingly exasperated.
He pinches the elastic of your underwear and slowly pulls it down in not very well concealed anticipation. It's a light pink pantie with a small ribbon, you probably got it as a value set from a cheap store. If it was up to you, you wouldn't have to wear this juvenile shit anymore, you'd wear something... tinier. Lacier.
He holds his breath in excitement and when the last piece of your self-preserved dignity on you falls in a pile to your feet he takes a good look. Quick, but a good look nonetheless. That was a mistake though, because now he's harder than steel. He desperately wants to push you against the wall. Hear your heart start to beat faster as your arousal drips between your legs.
He won't do it now, don't worry, you're too weak at the moment. He may get excited at times, but he's no rapist. Instead, he lifts you up onto the sinktop. Dipping his finger into a small pot, he gathers a dollop of clear gel. As he starts to apply the cool gel on your sore wrists, an herbal smell invades your nose. You try to observe him, see if he feels guilt that these injuries were from him. But he remains seemingly unfazed and without shame, as if these cuts appeared from nowhere.
"Shouldn't you apply it after the wash?" You ask.
"Oh, right." He says, laughing.
You force yourself to crack a smile. Jacob wipes the gel off his fingers.
"It's fine, we can apply it before and after, anything for you." Jacob tells you.
Jacob can't help but feel hopeful. It seemed like you were already warming up to him. Of course, right now, maybe you were just faking it, but soon, it would become habit, then it would become a part of you. Then, it would be you, truly you. You would love him, laughing by his side, whether in bed or on the red carpet. No one could deny it, could they? You wanted to drink the tea from the cup he drank from, and you let him help you change out of your clothes, you even smiled at him. Yeah, you were definitely falling for him as well, slowly, but surely. He saw you as a mother of his children, but he could also see you on all fours, being fucked into whenever he wished for. You were so special to him.
The splattering sound of the water quiets down, and the swirling steam rises from the water.
He uses his right hand to check the temperature, and when he decides it's fine, he comes over to lift you from the waist into bridal position, carefully lowering you into the wide tub, akin to a baptism of a baby. He's gentle and caring, allowing you to adust to the hot water.
You turn your head to the wide window, and you can see atop the long, large trees, lush green leaves shaking in the gentle breeze. You can almost imagine that warm sunlight smell, the one that saturates the world in richness and sticks on your clothes, the wind blowing your hair. That summer bliss you experienced as a young girl. You didn't deserve this, to be held captive. You deserved to be a teen girl with her friends looking forward to starting college. Jacob's turned his back, reaching into the drawers for soap, or something, and for those few seconds, his distracted self tempts you to escape like honey to an ant. You want so badly to get up and sprint out, but the fear stops you. When he comes back you avert your eyes to the clear water. Jacob smiles. Your bare skin under the slow-moving water ripples, it's distorted but there.
"You like waffles?" He asks suddenly, kneeling down behind your head as he squirts a cool liquid onto your scalp, sending tingles down your spine. He massages it into your hair as a fresh, rosemary scent wafts around you, the aromatic bubbles starting to form into suds.
"Waffles? They're okay." You reply, uncomfortable at how comfortable you were becoming. Fuck, why was this relaxing? The hot water invaded all your senses and it soothed your tense body.
"What do you want to eat then?" He asks, his hands working at your wet hair.
"Anything's fine, I'm starving." You reply
And it's true, you couldn't possibly care if it's a waffle or a pancake. Hell, give the peeled skin of a potato and you just might eat it with the fervor of a child and a chocolate cake.
Jacob bristles at the word 'starving'. It's just how you said it, almost as if you're accusing him of your pain. It's not his fault, it's yours that you couldn't stay up until a few minutes to eat. It's not like he prevented you from eating, so why were you saying it like that? Why were you constantly treating him like that?
"You fell asleep before dinnertime." He states accusively, his voice going from calm to stiff.
"I know." You reply back, sensing his rigid form behind you.
You don't have to look back to visualize his face, dark twisted eyebrows and a deep, wronged frown. It's best to agree with him in a passive, neutral manner, at least when he's swinging from one emotion to the next. He doesn't feel like a person, he feels like a bomb you must cradle to your chest, one wrong move causing it to detonate and kill you.
There falls a moment of quiet while he rinses the soap from your hair. The only sounds are the gentle splashes of water and scrubbing of soap. He takes a sweet citrus-smelling body wash scrub, washing your arms and torso. He takes his time to wash your legs, and his fingers linger in between your thighs. His fingers brush against your clit and you sit up straighter, alert.
"You might get an infection if I don't clean it well enough, I've heard about it," He explains.
But it's a lame justification, because you both know what he's actually doing. Infection, my ass. He's at the side of the tub now, still knelt down, and his index finger makes a light circle clockwise on your bud, twice. It may have been a mistake the first time, but now it's intentional. You can't help but gasp in horror. You mentally smack yourself in the face, and pray he doesn't take the gasp as encouragement to continue.
"Jacob," You whisper, turning to his face to look at his expression.
His eyes stare back at you, a dark greed filling his face.
"Jacob, not right now," You try to tell him again.
"You'll like it, I promise. It'll feel good." He replies, focusing on making tight circles on your clit as you fidget your legs and splash some water over the edge. Your clit swells with a new type of arousal, and you don't know if it's the heat from the water, or something more internal. Jacob enjoys the scene playing out before him, your body contorting to handle the pleasure he's giving to you, while you try to stay still for him. You're so compliant. You contain any sound that might escape, in fear of egging him on to continue further.
"You wanted this to happen, huh? You asked for a shower? Knowing I wouldn't be able to resist your naked body?" He asks mockingly. He rubs your engorged clit faster, and you clutch the sides of the tub with knuckle-white hands.
You want to deny his words but a moan slips past your lips as that familiar pressure builds up inside you. You want to scream at him to stop but your mind flashes back to the knife he held to your neck, the needle he used to sedate you. He finds satisfaction in your unravelling, all by him, and he can't help but palm his own arousal underneath his pants.
"Jacob, too much!" You whimper.
Oh god, it feels good, but if I come he'll take it as encouragement, oh god, oh no,
"It's okay, you can come, I know I'm making you feel good, so don't shy away." He tells you sweetly, adoring that flushed look on your face, the warmth that comes from your gratification of his touch. It validates him, to see you lose control like this. All those celebrity bitches were already sluts that were used to sex, but you were simpler to please. He could never let you go, you were the only one he could do this to. He's too distracted by his fantasies of you and him, to notice your orgasm as your legs tremble and your moans become a background as he mindlessly draws more circles on your sensitive clit. How would you react to him proposing? Somewhere public, of course, where everyone could see the love you two shared. What about a sweet baby boy, who could grow up to be another successful actor, just like his dad? After that, a beautiful young girl, that looked just like you and him. She could easily become a model with those looks.
Your pleas for him to stop over-stimulating your poor self brings him back to ground as he smiles at your exhausted face.
"Good girl, now let's get you dressed so we can eat."
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You two are sitting down on the sofa to have brunch. Jacob finds it more intimate, and casual, than sitting at the dining table. Besides, the dining table brings back bad memories, don't they? While you're devouring liège waffles with intense speed, Jacob has an egg sandwich.
"Is it good?" Jacob asks you.
Jacob wishes you'd instigate more conversations. He wants you to thank him for the orgasm, and the food. Throw up some compliments, and smile at him like you did in the washroom. Can't you stop eating for just a minute and talk to him?
"It's good, where'd you get them?" You ask, and you instantly raise an eyebrow at your own tone after you say this. You said it a little too normal for your own liking.
Could you be getting used to this? How could you act so nonchalant in a kidnapping? Was this kidnapping?
"There's this stupid guy I know. He cooks, owns a few restaurants." He responds vaguely.
"Why stupid?" You ask him, noticing the look of distaste on his face.
"He's an heir to the throne of some country, but he put it on pause and now he causes trouble here." Jacob says. He looks agitated just talking about him.
You're surprised.
"Really? He turned down the chance to be king?" You prod more, eager for any chance to bring Jacob's guard down.
"Yeah." He answers curtly.
Jacob sighs and looks back at you enjoying your waffles and he can almost feel a warm happiness filling everything broken inside him, like molten gold. You were the best girlfriend, you made him want to be better.
You can feel his eyes on you.
It's disturbing.
"Do you have work today?" You ask, avoiding eye contact with him and staring at a painting on the wall.
"No, today's off." He answers, still looking at you, with his arm over the couch in a relaxed manner.
Well, any predator would be relaxed when faced with a puny prey.
You realize then and there that you've lost track of the date.
"Wait, what's the date today?" You ask him.
Jacob hesitates to tell you. He doesn't know why, why he wants to with hold this information from you, it simply feels wrong to tell you something that relates to the outside world. It's a strange feeling that he's never sensed before, he's really not sure of the reasoning he has inside for his avoidance to tell you the date. It then irritates him a bit, that you would ask something like that when you two were enjoying a meal together. You weren't eating with the whole world, you were eating with him. So your attention should be on him.
"Saturday." He finally answers after a few seconds, lying through his playful grin.
You accept his answer, and make a note to not lose track again. You each go back to working at your individual late breakfast when another question forms rapidly in your mind and blurts out from your mouth before you can stop it.
"Where's my laptop and phone?" You ask him.
Jacob pauses eating and turns his body towards you. You can't decipher this look. But it's dangerous, it's dark, it's a warning. You look back at him, not daring to break this twisted version of a staring contest.
"Maybe you'd like to go outside." He says, ignoring your question.
And you immediately understand what he means. Perhaps you wouldn't have before, but you're starting to understand his nature. This is not just an aversion of your question, it's a threat, that he will keep you inside for however long he pleases if you don't act the way he wants you to act. That reply serves as a reminder to you that he's in control here. That it's either you do what he wants and gain some freedom, or remain locked up.
"Yes, that would be nice," You reply, meekly.
"Good, we can go sometime when you're ready."
Jacob pauses, in thought.
"But for now let's stay inside. We can watch my new movie."
Tomorrow I got a test to take (wish me luck!) and then my landlords are bringing by a potential tenant to tour my apartment. I've never had that done before but I'm a lot more chill about it than most ppl would expect.
IDK why--maybe cuz they gave so much forewarning for it. Or cuz i could never resent some poor person trying to find a place to live.
i told the lady at the buildings office that there was fucking dog shit in one of the elevators and she gave so little of a shit (pun unintended) that i am frankly embarrassed and will not be showing my face again
Yes I called my landlord, maintenance is coming soon and is going to make a tarp funnel thing since there is no point in repairing it til the roofers get out here.
Khoshekh is literally the best cat ever - she woke me up when it was just starting to bubble
That was at 445am. My Tv usually sits right under there. I have never unplugged and moved anything so fast.
My TV is fine, my mom brought me plastic to put over the couch incase it pops, my couch legs are on plastic now too. The scratching post is ruined - I’m going to ask the maintenance guy to help me get it to the street but that’s better than the tv.
Maintenance guy is currently on a no heat call which has to take priority per law, so I’m going to go get a coffee and a chocolate donut because I am stress eating and I admit it.
The cats are locked in the bedroom because I don’t trust them and they aren’t happy.
I have already ordered Khoshekh a new 3 pack of her favorite catnip filled bananas because she she is the best girl.
I think it’s actually slowly draining, hopefully the paint holds.
I call rental office to have dryer fixed. They do not come. Husband calls. Two guys come and click the button in the fuse box. Dryer works. They go away, leaving a cigarette butt on my kitchen floor. Nobody was smoking. Not sure if it fell out of their pocket or...?
Act II
Dryer stops. I try clicking the button in the fuse box. This does nothing. I call the rental office. I explain that I tried the fuse box thing. A very apologetic woman answers and says they will send someone back to fix it (for real). They do not come. I lug my wet clothes to my mom’s.
Act III
The next morning I run another load of wash (gotta have clean cloth masks). I call again hoping for some assistance with the dryer. I leave a message. They do not come. I call again many hours later. Two guys come. They tell me that the dryer is unfixable (and dangerous!) and they will need to order a part. They tell me that I can ask to use the dryer in a vacant apartment. Sounds spooky! I ask for the key and they tell me that the vacant apartment is unlocked (yikes!).
I lug my wet clothes over to the unlocked vacant apartment. The dryer is unplugged. I see that the prongs are bent inward at such an acute angle that it is impossible to plug it into the wall socket. I call again. They offer another vacant apartment (this time with a key). I lug my wet clothes to vacant apartment #2 and I can finally dry my clothes. 🏆 ✨
The dog keeps begging to go out, but really he just wants to skirt the yard and mark everything every dog in the vicinity has marked.
Our water heater’s overflow valve is shot. Last month the property management sent guys out to fix it but it wasn’t acting up at that precise moment, so they didn’t. It started again to just steadily run a stream of water out of the heater to under the house. Wednesday morning before I left to take the kids to Knoxville, I thought I’d try to get it to stop, or at least slow down, but what happened is it got worse. So I had to turn off the incoming water supply, but not really, because if I shut the valve all the way off, it leaks. And I had to shut the breaker off. I called the property manager and left her a message. Thursday I was back from Knoxville so I left her a message through her website. No response so far, so I’ve been without hot water since Wednesday and probably will be through the weekend; meanwhile there’s a steady slow stream of water running into and right back out of the tank. Today while running errands, I stopped at the truck yard and used the shower in their ladies’ room. Came out to find my car battery dead. Yeah.
I made homemade onion rings for myself for supper, along with some shrimp. I have enough onion rings left over to heat in the oven for lunch sometime.
Wolf is sleeping somewhere in Kentucky. The load of candy he’s hauling goes to Marietta in the morning, then if they don’t want to send him out until Monday morning, he’ll be home. YAY!
I think I’m coming down with something. My head aches, I think I have a low-grade fever, and my throat is sore and swollen.
