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You wake up feeling like shit. Everything hurts, and your head is pounding from where you were hit with something metal. The first thing you notice is the cold, the chill seems to permeate through your clothes in the dark, damp, room. There’s a single light hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the room making a low buzzing sound. With no windows you have no way to tell what time it is.
A cold pressure around your neck registers as a collar that must match the golden manacles fastened to your wrists and ankles. Attached to each manacle is a heavy piece of chain connected to the wall behind you. There’s a plush looking chair near the door, and a set of drawers next to a steel surgical cart with just one shelf on it. Even as you stand up on shaky legs you can’t see what is on the shelf. The chains rattling must have alerted your captor to your movement, because only a few seconds later the door opens and a man walks in. He’s the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome; he’s also heavily armed, wearing full tactical gear and not wearing a face covering; which doesn’t bode well for you.
“I see sleeping beauty has decided to wake up.” He speaks while walking just a few steps into the room, the door thuds shut behind him. His voice sends shivers down your spine; gruff, taunting, and with an edge that screams of danger.
“W–where am I?” You try to gather some of your senses, your voice cracks, betraying how nervous you actually are.
“Where are you?” He taunts, “you’re right where I want you. And that's where you’ll stay”
“St- stay?” You ask hysterically. “You can't keep me here!” Absently you note that your mouth is dry and your throat clicks when you swallow.
“Hmmmm.” he walks toward you more, seemingly contemplating what you've just said. “Actually sweetheart,” now just a few feet from you, close enough to touch if you could you move your arms. “I think that you’ll find,” he reaches out, dragging a finger down the side of your face. You flinch back, pressed completely against the wall. “I can do whatever I want to.”
“No” You whimper and squeeze your eyes shut, hoping if you focus hard enough you could make yourself wake up. “What do you want from me?”
“Oh sweetheart, it's not what I want from you. It's what I want to do to you.” You can feel his breath on your neck from how close he is.
His words make you tremble, and stutter out “then wh- what do you want?”
He laughs, a dark chuckle that makes you squirm and press against the wall more. “Sweetie, I thought that was obvious” He pushes forward and when he’s flush against you, you can feel hardness pressing against your hip. He’s hard, you realize, he’s aroused., and now you understand what he wants.
“Wha- No. Why- I don't understand.” It’s a lie, you do understand. He wants you, he’s brought you here so he can fuck you. You’re just not sure how you’re supposed to react. Sure, this man is a stranger and he’s chained you to a wall in a room just so he could fuck you; but he is also absolutely your type and if he’d bought you a drink at a bar you’d have gone home with him happily. And maybe that's what the problem is, he is attractive but dangerous; although those aren’t really two separate things in your mind. A sharp pain across your cheek breaks you from your thoughts.
“Don’t fucking lie to me.” He grabs your face in one hand, the other on the wall near your head pinning you in place. “You know damn well what I want. You just want me to say it, dontcha?”
“No” You foolishly think maybe if he doesn’t say what he wants it won’t happen. “Don’t” His grip tightens on your jaw forcing you to be silent.
“I’m gonna fuck you. But you already knew that” He uses his grip on your jaw to force your head to nod. “Yeah I thought so, you’re just being a brat. You aren’t going anywhere until I release you.”
He lets go of your jaw, turns and walks to the set of drawers opening the top one while you catch your breath. Your shaky legs barely support your weight, but you refuse to fall to your knees in front of this man. He returns with a spider gag in his hand. You push further back against the wall and turn to press your cheek against it as well.
“No wait, don’t gag me, plea-” With one hand he grabs your hair and forces your head towards him, cutting off your pleas. He grips your jaw hard, forcing it to open enough so that he can shove the gag in your mouth. Once secured around the back of your head, he pulls on it to make sure it won’t come loose.
“There, that's better” He pats your still stinging cheek “Now you can just stand here and look pretty.”
He turns away heading towards the door this time, you let out a shaky sigh thinking he’ll leave you alone now. But instead of leaving, he sits in the plush chair and puts his feet up, content to sit and watch you try and keep yourself standing. It takes only a few minutes before your stubbornness is overruled by the weakness in your legs. You collapse to the ground, hitting your knees hard. When you think about it, you’re not sure when the last time you ate or drank was, you don’t know how long you were unconscious and you hadn’t eaten breakfast yet when someone broke into your apartment and hit you over the head.
He scoffs, “finally,” sounding like he was waiting for you to fall. Which you suppose he probably was. He gets up and moves back to the drawers opening the middle one this time, he pulls out a water bottle, opens it and walks toward you. This time, you don’t move to get up, he smirks at that.
“You’re learning, and that gets you a reward.” You’re not sure how water is a reward, unless he is going to withhold it from you if you fight back, which he could do. Not like you could do anything about it. He grabs your hair and forces your head back, then he pours the water directly into your mouth. You swallow it greedily at first, the cool water soothing your scratchy throat and dry mouth. But he doesn’t stop pouring it, you choke and cough and try to pull your head back. He lets you pull back but doesn’t stop pouring, instead he continues to pour the rest of the water onto your chest and lap.
He shakes his head and tsks at you, “You wasted perfectly good water and got it all over you. Now your clothes are all wet.” He reaches for something in his belt, and pulls out a long knife. Instinctively, you try to move to press yourself against the wall, but his grip on your hair doesn’t give you much room. Instead he yanks, pulling a yelp from you, and forces you to your feet.
“Now now, don’t move and this won’t hurt. We don’t want you getting sick now do we hmm?” His words do nothing to convince you that he won’t hurt you. He puts his knife right at your shirt collar and in one swift motion completely slices your shirt in half, then he moves to your waistband cutting down each leg to remove your pants. When you’re completely bare in front of him except for your shoes and the golden manacles pinning you to the wall, he hums appreciatively, eyes roaming your body now that he can really see it. He trails the sharp blade up the inside of your thighs, causing you to spread them in an attempt to get away from his knife. He pushes himself forward, slotting between your now open thighs, while he trails the blade up your sides stopping at the collar around your neck.
“This is much better isn’t it?” His voice sounds much rougher than before and you shiver, whether because of the chill air, the texture of his clothes pressed against your skin, or his voice you’re not really sure. “Look so good with nothing but a collar and a gag. Like my own little personal fuck toy.”
When you whine and try to pull away he only follows, pushing until you’re flush against the wall with his knife on your neck and his body against yours. “Yeah, don’t try and fight me. You’re mine now. Mine to do whatever I want to, and you’re not gonna stop me are you?” He tugs your hair making you shake your head no, and his knife cuts into your skin when your neck moves. You jolt, whimpering having not expected the sting of the blade.
He pulls back, moving his grip from your hair to your chest to keep you against the wall. He eyes where his knife was, entranced by watching the small drops of blood pool at the surface. Without warning, he pulls away completely, leaving you to stumble and try to catch yourself but failing and falling to the ground, once again landing hard on your knees. The coldness of the manacles is biting into your ass where you are forced to sit back on your ankles to avoid being so close to him. He puts the edge of the blade under your chin, lifting your head so you have to look at him. Your mouth is being held open by the gag, and at this point you’re face level with the bulge in his pants. He catches you staring and chuckles, a dark, rumbling thing.
“Like what you see sweetheart?” He’s obviously not looking for an answer, as he moves his other hand to unzip his zipper.
“Mn gnhm” You try to pull away, shake your head, move your arms to push him away, anything really, but your struggle is in vain. You can’t move at all.
He watches as you struggle, a smirk on his lips and palming himself through his tactical pants. It's clear to you that he is enjoying this.
“You know. If you stopped struggling this could actually be pleasant for you.” His voice is far too smug, betraying the cool exterior he is putting on. “Or, if you’re gonna keep struggling like a bitch I’ll just have to fuck you’re pretty little mouth.”
His words send a chill down your spine, instantly you freeze. Shaking your head, as far as the knife under your chin will let you, you look up at him silently pleading with him not to. A small whimper escapes your mouth, and he smiles a sharp grin that promises bad things.
“See. I knew you could listen.” The praise in his voice gives you hope that he’ll step back, remove his knife, something. But instead, he pulls his zipper down releasing his dick from his pants. You immediately start to squirm away again, without saying anything he quickly moves his knife and slashes a cut diagonally on your bicep. You gasp seeing blood immediately welling up at the surface, a drop makes a red track down your arm. He returns the knife to his belt, still holding his dick in his other hand, its red and dripping precum. He brings out a gun from the back of his waistband, you whimper in fear and slam your eyes closed refusing to look. For a second nothing happens, but then there is cold metal in your mouth and the taste of gunpowder on your tongue. Your eyes fly open to look at him, he’s got a self satisfied look on his face as he presses his handgun further into your unresisting mouth.
“Suck” He commands, it takes everything in you to resist the liquid temptation of his voice. You make a noise of protest which gets cut off by a gag as he shoves the gun until it hits the back of your throat. He pulls the gun out, leaving you coughing and gasping for breath but he doesn’t give you a chance to catch it, slamming the butt of the gun into the side of your head. Your head snaps to the side with the force of it, the pain radiating from the hit until your head spins. He grabs your hair and pulls you forward until you feel the head of his dick in your mouth and can taste the saltiness of his precum. When you try to pull backwards his grip on your hair tightens and you feel a cold, slightly wet, metal pressing to your temple.
“You’re not going anywhere. Now sit here and choke on my dick or I won’t hesitate to pull the trigger.” His voice is ice cold, and you absolutely believe that he would kill you if you kept fighting. With that his hips thrust forward, and his dick hits the back of your throat. This time you were given enough warning to barely suppress your gag reflex, letting him fuck your throat. The gun presses harder against your temple, and tears begin to form in your eyes.
Looking down at you, he groans. “Fuck. I knew you’d be a good little whore for me. Maybe I should let my guys have a turn with you.” Tears start falling down your face as he continues to ruthlessly use your mouth and throat. You whimper at his words, both from the combination of praise and insult, and because you have no idea who his guys are, nor do you really want to find out.
You don't really know how long he continues like this, fucking your throat and spewing the filthiest and most threatening dirty talk you've ever heard. But eventually he speeds up, words turning into grunts and groans. He pulls out of your mouth, gun still pressed to your temple and takes himself in his other hand, jerking himself off in front of you. You've long since closed your eyes, tears spilling down your face. You wince as you feel warm liquid hit your face, a bit landing in your mouth with a salty taste. You quickly realize, he just came on your face, and now you can't even open your eyes. The cool metal recedes from your temple and his footsteps head towards the door. Not leaving, instead opening a drawer moving around a bit before walking back over to where you still sit on your knees trying to catch your breath.
A cool damp rag touches your face, you jump having not expected it. "Shh its alright sweetheart, I'm just cleaning you up."
He continues to wipe away a mix of his come and your tears. He reaches behind you and removes the gag, dropping it on the floor. Once you feel like you can, you open your eyes and are met with his face looking concerned. He has a water bottle and a bowl of fruit. He starts giving you small sips of the cold water to soothe your raw throat.
"How are you doing sweetheart?" He genuinely sounds concerned even though it doesn't feel like its been that long.
"I-Im okay," and now you get why he looks so worried because you definitely don't sound okay, panting out each breath and you have yet to stop crying. Tears silently continue to roll down your cheeks.
"Uhuh, sure baby. You want to get out of these chains now?" He asks, although he's already begun to unlock the chains from the wall. Not removing the manacles yet but giving you much more freedom to move.
Once the chains are released, you fall forward burying your face in his neck, arms still heavy from the chains wrapping around him. You hear a soft click and the weight on your ankles disappears, followed by your shoes and the sound of metal hitting the floor. He scoops up your shaking body carrying you to the chair. Gently, he sets you down moving away to grab the fruit bowl again, shushing you as you cry more from the loss of his presence.
"You're alright sweetheart. Here" he offers you a piece of mango, making sure you chew and swallow it okay. "There ya' go. My perfect baby. You did so good."
Sniffling and trying to stop your tears "g-good?"
"Yes sweetheart. You were amazing. So good for me." He coos as he wipes your face once again. "Thank you for this sweetheart. I love you so goddamn much."
"Love you t-too."
He unlocks the manacles from your wrists, taking each in his hand and rubbing where they have turned red and irritated. He continues to whisper soft praises while feeding you bites of food and sips of cool water.
Eventually he decides you're okay enough to be moved again. Picking you up bridal style you rest your head on his shoulder as he carries you out of the basement, up the stairs of the cabin and into the bedroom. He lays you down on the large, soft bed covering you with a fluffy blanket.
"I'll be right back sweetheart, I won't be far." He turns and walks into the bathroom and you hear the bath begin to fill. By the time he comes back you're drifting in and out of sleep.
"Aww” he coos at you, “Did I wear you out?"
"S'good" You feel pleasantly light and warm, almost like you're floating on a cloud.
He reaches toward your neck and begins removing the collar sitting there.
"Noooooo" you clumsily swat at his hands, "s'nice. Wan’ keep."
"You wan'na keep your collar on baby?"
You nod your head vigorously, making mumbeled noises of agreement.
"Alright sweetheart, you can keep the collar on for now" he soothes your hair back, untucking you from the blanket and begins to carry you towards the bathroom.
"Nnnoooooo, 'ts warmm" lightly smacking at his chest as you're taken from your warm coverings.
He chuckles at your whining "s'alright baby, we're gonna take a nice warm bath now." He lowers you carefully into the warm lavender smelling bath. You sigh, closing your eyes and sinking into the water.
You hear him undress, and then he slips into the bath behind you. Pulling you back so you're sitting between his legs, resting your back against his chest. "Hmmm" you sigh, pressing against him more and turning your head to try and bury it back in his neck.
You feel more than hear him chuckle as he begins to softly scrub your body. Taking special care of your wrists, knees, and ankles. You relax into his hold and allow him to take care of you. Drifting off to sleep again.
You're woken by him picking you up from the cooling bath, he dries you off carrying you back toward the bedroom. After he sets you on the edge of the bed, he crouches down settling on one knee as he carefully takes your face in his hand. Examining the marks he's left behind.
"That's gonna need some cream or it'll be a nasty bruise." He mumbles, more to himself than to you. He reaches around you and grabs a tube, squirting a substantial amount of cream onto his hand.
He begins to gently rub the cream onto your face, on one cheek and focusing mostly near your temple. Once the cream is rubbed in well enough he wipes his hand on a towel and reaches around you again. This time grabbing a smaller tube of something and some gauze. He quickly puts a small amount of the new cream-like substance onto both of the cuts. Making sure the whole cut is lathered before lightly tapeing the gauze over each one.
He picks you up again, moving towards the headboard. Pulling back the covers and laying you under them. He moves back to the foot of the bed, grabbing the supplies he had sat there and setting them on the nightstand before slipping into bed next to you.
"C'mere" he whispers as you begin to move towards him, coming to rest completely in his arms with your face laying on his shoulder. "You doin' okay baby?"
"Yeah, m'good. Can I have som'more fruit?"
"Of course" he reaches to the nightstand grabbing a small tray of different snacks and two more water bottles. "Here, why don't you drink more water too."
You grab one of the bottles, finding the cap already open, and take a long drink of it. While he grabs a slice of apple, bringing it to your lips for you to bite. He also pops a slice of apple into his own mouth and takes a swig of water.
You continue switching between being fed fruit slices and taking sips of water until all the fruit is gone and your water is empty. He sets the tray and your empty water bottles on the nightstand, dimming the lamp until the room is illuminated in a soft orange glow from the sunset. He turns back around, gathering you in his arms, slowly rubbing a hand up and down your back.
He presses a feather-light kiss onto the top of your head. "Rest for a lil' bit, I'll be right here when you wake up."
"Mmm, thank you Brock" you mumble into his chest, fully relaxed and already half asleep in his arms. "Love you"
He huffs out a laugh at your appreciative statement. "Love you too sweetheart."
You feel him begin to comb a hand through your hair, scratching lightly on your scalp. You fall asleep to his light breathing and soothing hands feeling safe and happy in his arms.