FEBUWHUMP DAY 1: Helpless - Fandomless Drabble.
cw drug mention, tw drug mention, cw drugging, tw drugging, cw abduction, tw abduction, cw kidnapping, tw kidnapping, cw yandere, tw yandere
Where am I? I silently asked myself with the blindfold over my eyes. My wrists were tightly bound behind me, holding me to something hard. There was barely any slack I could feel even as I tried to pull at the binds. I could even feel the binds holding my knees and ankles together. I wracked my brain, attempting to figure out what happened. The only thing that I could remember was everything going hazy before I woke up in this position. At least there was nothing covering my mouth, but with how I had been set down and tied every muscle inside me ached. How long have I been like this? Breathe…
I took as deep of a breath as I could. It wasn’t enough, like my chest was tight.
Drip, drip, drip. My awareness was being split between the soreness within my body and the present sound of dripping liquid from somewhere above and far away from me. The building had to be abandoned. It seemed to have been the only way that someone could have abducted me and stored me in it without worrying about having me gagged. My chest was still tight as I took another semi-deep breath. I shivered, a deep chill settling into my bones. How long have I been here? Has it only been a few hours? My stomach groaned in displeasure, and I bit my lower lip. It was long enough that I was starting to feel the discomfort of hunger. I needed something, but there seemed to be no one watching or even here. I struggled against the binds, still not getting anywhere with me breaking free. Whoever had taken me was most definitely good with knots. They were so tight and felt secure enough that I wouldn’t be able to get out of them. It was frustrating.
Footsteps caught my attention, and they echoed in the seemingly empty building along with the drip, drip, drip of what I still could only assume was water. A draft caused me to shake again, and I swallowed hard, unsure if the footsteps were of a friend or foe.
It’s so cold in here… I can feel the gooseflesh on my skin. Who owns those footsteps? It feels damp… smells musty. My bottom lip trembled.
“Aw, look at you,” a feminine voice purred. It sounded like the person wasn’t right by me, but moving closer, “you look beautiful my darling. Just perfect.”
“Please, let me go, don’t hurt me,” I croaked out, and she tutted with a pout in her voice.
“I’m not going to hurt you darling, not unless you misbehave,” she giggled brightly, “I know you must be scared, but as long as you do everything I say, there won’t be even a hair on your head harmed.”
I struggled against the binds again. I recognized her voice, but I couldn’t place it. Who was she? What was she doing? Why was I bound in almost an immobile position? A hand caressed my cheek for a moment, and then the ringing of a smack echoed in my ears and throughout the room. My cheek stung from the contact of her palm to my face.
“Why?” I asked, pleading for an answer.
“Because my dear, you’re mine. No one else can have you,” she stated, “and if you keep asking questions I will have to make sure you can’t speak and I don’t think you want that, now do you?”
“Good. Now, open wide, I have something to feed you. Then you’ll be transported to your new home, with me.”
I didn’t part my lips. I shivered, not wanting to eat what she was going to give me. I feared that it was drugged. What if that was how I ended up in this situation in the first place? What if that’s what made me helpless and easy to move around?
She grabbed my jaw, digging her nails into my skin painfully. I gasped, and my mouth opened just enough for her to force a spoon full of something fruity, sweet, and creamy into it. I tasted the tang of strawberry yogurt and whimpered again. There was something else in that flavor, something that told me exactly what I’d been fearing.
“Now, now, you can’t feed yourself, sweetie. I need to feed you this to keep your strength up. Open wider, and we’ll get this over with quickly,” I didn’t respond fast enough, and she rested her thumb pad on my lower teeth, roughly forcing my jaw open. She put a larger spoonful of the yogurt in my mouth, then forced it down my throat. Soon, I stopped fighting, understanding that she wouldn’t cease forcefully feeling me until I was finished.
“Good little pet. You’ll get some good sleep,” she murmured and kissed the top of my head, “you’ll learn to obey and rely on me like the helpless little animal you are.”
