A New Nightmare
First Bitten Masterpost
Oliver wakes up to find himself stuck in a dirty, cramped cell. What had happened to get him into this mess? And who was the unsettling stranger that had captured him?
TWs: Violence/ threats of violence, choking, imprisonment, pet whump, hypnosis, blood
Oliver awakened in darkness, dazed and confused. He was certain of his wakefulness, given that the handcuffs around his wrists bit into his skin with a chilling cold. That didn’t happen in dreams, or even nightmares. No, Oliver was awake and he was scared. The last thing he remembers is his friend passing out while walking home from that club, then that strange man... Before Oliver could finish his thought, a door creaked open and dim light flooded the room. His accommodations were revealed to be a dank cell with stone walls, a cot in one corner and a dilapidated chair on which he sat, hands cuffed behind him.
Standing in the doorway was that stranger, an absolutely evil smirk on his face. Oliver watches him saunter in with an unreadable expression, unsure how to react. He loomed above Oliver, looking down at the young man with such smugness…
“Welcome home, pup~” Grayson said with a sickly-sweet lilt.
Oliver looked up at the white-haired man, eyes shifting from fearful… to something just short of anger.
“What, precisely, do you think you are doing? And who even are you?!”
“‘What am I doing?’” Grayson chuckles. “I’m welcoming you to your new home. Is that wrong?”
“This is not my home!” Oliver bites out.
“Not your home? But of course it is! This is your very own room, humbly furnished by yours truly~ As to my name…” The man thinks on this for a moment before smiling again. “It’s Grayson. But soon, it will be ‘Master’ to you~”
Now that he’s more aware of his situation, Oliver glares daggers at Grayson, green eyes sharp.
“You will let me go. Now. And what did you do to my friend? Where is he?!”
Grayson’s simpering smile becomes an ugly scowl, his voice dropping to a growl as he grabs Oliver by the throat and shoves him against the stone wall with a crack.
“You won’t speak to your owner like that, pup. Do that again and there will be harsher consequences.”
Oliver gasps as his throat is suddenly constricted, a strangled cry passing from his lips when he’s shoved into the wall.
“Ngh—!* Y-you…! Let go—! *Agh! Let go!”
Grayson does no such thing. Instead, the man squeezes harder, mouth coming close to the other’s ear as he whispers with pure venom.
“Beg.”
Though his vision begins to blacken at the edges due to lack of oxygen, Oliver manages to choke out a few words.
“P-pl-ease—! Ple—ease!”
A few seconds more, and the young man is released, his breathing ragged as he tries to suck in as much air as possible. Grayson watches, that same ugly look on his face.
“Pathetic. And I was hoping you’d be more compliant. It seems I misjudged you, Oliver.”
It’s several moments before he has the strength to speak, but Oliver eventually does.
“H-how…? How do y-you know my… my name?”
“How do I know your name?” Grayson chuckles, huffing out a laugh. “Why, that’s simple; *you told me~”
Oliver flinches.
“I-I didn’t! I don’t even… I don’t even remember much after you…,”
Before he could finish, Oliver is blindsided by a hand firmly grasping his hair and pulling. He shrieks, nowhere near accustomed to being manhandled so harshly.
“Silly, silly pup. You will put your past behind you, for you are mine from now on~ And remembering such useless information will result in punishment. This is your first strike. How many shall we make it before I cut off a finger, hm? I do like to keep my toys intact, but I won’t suffer such disrespect.”
Much to Oliver’s dismay, he finds himself nodding, just wanting the pain to stop. Although those hands tug and grasp at his hair for several more seconds, Grayson eventually releases the other’s mousy locks.
“Was that so hard? Did it hurt to listen, pup? No, so long as you listen, you’ll be just fine…”
Oliver remains silent, looking away from his tormentor. Tears streak down his cheeks, and Grayson gently wipes them away, much to Oliver’s surprise.
“Shhh… Look at me.”
Although he doesn’t want to, there isn’t much of a choice as Grayson tilts his head up. Green eyes gaze into gold as the man speaks with a voice softer than cotton.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Oliver. But I will if you don’t listen.”
Again, silence. Irritated, Grayson’s sharp nails bite into the other’s chin as his eyes sharpen.
“Tell me you’ll be good.”
Oliver cringes as thin streams of blood run down his chin, as Grayson coos threats at him.
“If you don’t comply, I’ll make you. And you don’t want it to come to that.”
He’s shivering now, torn between agreeing to listen and staying defiant. Unfortunately, his pause was too long for Grayson.
“Force it is, then.”
Preparing himself for the worst, Oliver’s body tenses up… before melting into pure relaxation. Grayson’s eyes were puddles of molten gold, shifting to create metallic patterns that disappeared far too quickly. He couldn’t look away, didn’t want to look away… They were just too beautiful. He found his jaw becoming slack, but that was fine. Why couldn’t he relax before, anyway?
Grayson’s smile is positively wicked as he watches Oliver fall under his sway. He’d surely listen now…
“Oh, Oliver… Your eyes look so much nicer in gold.”
The young man nods, face blank and eyes shimmering.
“You’ll be good for me now, won’t you? I can do this as many times as I need to before you remain a good little puppy. Until then, why don’t we start your… induction.”