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The Taming : Finale

A Clark Kent Mini Series

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

WC: 4.5k

Dividers provided by @firefly-graphics

PART NINE | MASTERLIST

There she was. In all her agonizing glory. Watching me. As I circled her, she didn’t follow me with her eyes, didn’t turn her body to keep me in front of her at all times. She let me move like a predator stalking it’s prey. But she was no longer the prey. The bitch had climbed her way to the top of the food chain. And she wanted me to allow it.

I wouldn’t. Couldn’t.

But when our eyes met for the second time, she held my gaze, her chin raised, her head held high.

She had won. Really won.

“What do you want from me?” I growled, my chest heaving, wanting nothing more than to pounce, to take what she had kept from me.

“Same thing as you.” She replied, her voice smooth as velvet.

Then, she closed the distance, her steps easy & languid.

Just as she was standing before me, her finger placed gently under my chin, she forced me to look down at her.

“Kneel.”

My eyes narrowed, a heat blooming within my chest. I should take her, right now, against her will, my rules be damned.

“Kneel.” She repeated. I faltered under her stare.

It had been months since you disappeared from the center of attention amongst Metropolis’ elite. After what Clark did to Andrew, you knew you had power over him. Knew that you could push him to lengths he never knew possible, all because you refused to give him what he wanted. You belonged to no one. You would never belong to him, at least not in the way he would want.

That night, you never returned to your apartment. You tossed your phone into the pond behind Nicola’s mansion & disappeared into the woods. After some time, & forcing yourself to dress down & stay at a hostel at the edge of the city. No one there recognized you, why would they? They were from different walks of life, far away from the path you walked.

You contacted your family’s P.I. Told some sweet little lies, got him to find you a secret hideout. Once he had, you changed your appearance: cut your hair, dyed it, never wore make-up, stole some clothing from the lost & found. The woman you saw when you looked in the mirror was everything you weren’t. He would never be able to find you.

Your P.I. took your request into consideration when he found your hole to crawl into. It was where Clark would never think to look. Right under his nose.

The building was new but didn’t have many tenants yet. You were on the floor directly across the alleyway from Clark’s condo. The lights were always off in your unit & the only furniture you had was a sleeping bag on the floor, a chair propped up near the windows, a coffee pot, & a set of binoculars.

Clark never drew the shades to his apartment, which you thought was foolish on his part. He lived in the city, he should know better than anyone how nosy people could be. But still, you never missed a night. You sat in the dark, far enough out of the light that should he have a gut feeling he was being watched, he would never spot you.

For weeks you watched him come undone. He wouldn’t leave his apartment, spending most of his time in his office. You knew he was searching for you. Desperately. But he wouldn’t find you. Your friends didn’t know where you were, nor your family. You emptied your accounts & entrusted your funds into the hands of your P.I. He was the one that had food delivered to your hiding place. And he would die before he ever squealed. Yet, Clark never found him either.

But as the weeks turned into months, you were disappointed in Clark. He had brought Jane to his apartment. You watched as he tamed, all too easily, you might add. She was no challenge. She listened to him, jumped when he entered the room, cried silently to herself when he left her alone, then pretended to be tough when he forced her into his bed. But as you watched them tangle through the lenses of your binoculars, you saw it in his face, the frustration, the anger, the face of a loser.

He had lost, indeed. Jane wasn’t you. Jane could never be you. You doubted she knew that it was you he imagined underneath him & you wish you could rub it in her face that she was coming second to you again, as always. But that would mean revealing yourself. And you would not be doing that until he was ready.

But then one day, something interesting happened.

You were lying on your sleeping bag facing Clark’s building, thinking about nothing & everything all at once. Clark had left only thirty minutes prior, perhaps to get some groceries or do some more investigating around the city, seeking you out. You wished you could leave, follow him chasing your ghost, but leaving meant great risk. Clark wasn’t without his own means of finding you out. You couldn’t give him a lick of a chance.

But as you lied there, your mind aimless, you caught movement in the corner of your eye. Jane was moving around the apartment. She had been in the kitchen, deep cleaning it like she did every day. But something stole her attention, & you sat up, watching with narrowed eyes as she moved towards the door to peek out the peep-hole. You watched as she contemplated opening it. And when she did, you didn’t expect to see the uninvited guests on the other side.

There your friends were, all three of them, your cousin included. They were stunned when they saw Jane on the other side. You saw the looks on their faces as you pressed the binoculars to your face. Ariana was confused, Olivia shocked, & Nicola angry. You sighed. Did they really expect to find you there? You supposed you couldn’t blame them, at least they were looking for you, too.

Words were being exchanged & now, more than ever, you wish you had the power to have planted mics in his apartment, but that would surely get you caught as well. Jane & your friends spoke but they didn’t get far when suddenly all of their attention moved to something out of your line of sight. You squeezed the binoculars, your breath catching. It was Clark. You couldn’t see him, but you felt him.

The way your friends stance changed, how Jane hid behind the door, only peeking out. He was there. But then Jane closed the door, bringing her nails to her teeth as she paced nearby. What were they saying? You felt left out. It infuriated you, but you had done it to yourself.

After a minute or so, the door to the condo finally opened & Clark entered before he slammed it shut. You watched as Jane backed up, finding herself bracing against the island in the kitchen. Clark stood there, his hands on his hips as he glared at the ground. Jane & you both watched with stiff muscles as he said nothing, did nothing. Then Jane took a tentative step forward. When she nearly reached him, her hand about to touch him, Clark lashed out.

He backhanded her, sending her flying to the floor.

You felt a smile tug at the corners of your lips.

Then Clark left her there to stomp into his bedroom. You bit your lip in anticipation as he gathered random items that looked like they belonged to Jane before stuffing them into a Gucci overnight bag. He was moving fast, uncoordinated as he stumbled over fallen items or caught the corners of furniture. He disappeared into the bathroom for a moment before returning to living room where Jane had moved to rest on her knees, her head hung low.

He dropped the bag before her before pointing at the door, his chest heaving. Jane didn’t move. When she remained kneeled, he fisted the hair at the back of her head & forced her to stand before shoving her towards the door. She was sobbing but didn’t fight back. He unlatched the door & pushed her out before slamming it shut.

Your heart was racing, elated, amused.

Clark lost it. He started with punching a hole into a nearby wall before moving to the finely cleaned kitchen Jane had just finished. He threw vases onto the ground, shattering them, tore down artwork from the walls, overturned furniture, threw random items at the walls then finally entered his office.

He took out all the folders you had found before. He tore them to pieces, swiped every book off a shelf, even lifted his computer & slammed it to the ground.

You laughed, practically giggled & kicked your feet in delight.

Then you watched as he sat in his computer chair, loose spit coating his lips, his thick-framed glasses hanging off his face. He glared out the window. His hands were on his thighs in fists, the veins there popping. He cracked his neck, his eyes closing as he appeared to calm down.

He then retrieved his cell phone from his jeans pocket. He was on it a moment before bringing it to his ear. It was barely there a second before he yelled, throwing it with might against the window. It shattered into pieces.

You had won. Right there, in that moment, you had won. Had him right where you wanted him. And more importantly, it was all recorded.

You eyed the video camera in the corner you had aimed at his apartment. Now, you had the proof of his indiscretions. All of it. Everything he had ever done to Jane, & most importantly, his reaction to losing. He wouldn’t like that very much, not even a little. Dropping the binoculars, you approached the camera & hit the ‘stop’ button. Then you pulled out the SD card.

Going into the kitchen, you pulled out a small pre-paid cell phone & dialed your P.I.

He answered on the third ring.

“It’s ready.” You told him.

You finished applying the lipstick, pressing your lips together to test the durability. Then you backed up to admire your outfit. You were the boss now, you were in charge. You. Had. Won.

Back in the living room, you already had your sleeping bag rolled up & placed in the corner. All that remained was the single chair & the video camera pointed at Clark’s apartment. You kept the lights off & sat down. A glass of non-alcoholic wine was placed at your heels & you reached for it, savoring a taste.

Should everything go according to your plan, Clark would be arriving at your doorstep within only a few moments. You smirked to yourself at the thought, at how easy he was to influence. You had your P.I. begin leaving breadcrumbs for your whereabouts. Clark wouldn’t be able to resist. He wouldn’t be careful or detail-oriented. He was determined to find you, to have you again & again & again.

The wine coated your tongue, leaving a sweet yet heavy flavor. As you sipped on it more, you heard something just outside the door to the apartment. Clark.

You saw his shadow under the crack of the door, heard as he worked his magic in unlocking the door with whatever tools he had on him. Then, the door creaked open. It was dark, middle of the night, so he was hard to make out, but you would be harder with the shades drawn.

As your eyes adjusted, you watched as he stepped around the corner, dressed in all black & a cap on his head to hide his face. You noted he wore gloves, as well.

What do you think you’re doing, Clark? You questioned internally, Gonna catch me off guard? I don’t think so.

Clark stepped into the small kitchen just off the main hallway. His footsteps were light, surprising for a man of his size. But you enjoyed watching him appear sneaky. Because he didn’t know, didn’t know that you sat there in the dark watching him, waiting for him, guiding him, leading him right into your trap.

He cast a glance in your direction but didn’t notice you against the pitch dark backdrop before he moved down the hallway towards the only bedroom in the unit, out of sight. As he did, you grabbed a remote that lied on the other side of your feet. You aimed it above you before pressing ‘play’.

The wall to your right lit up from a projector you had set up on a nightstand to your left. Your silhouette cast a shadow against the video being played.

Clark, having heard the noise, came stomping out. His eyes immediately fell to the wall where he watched himself tame Jane in his own condo for all eyes to see. But then you felt as his eyes landed on you. As the two of you stared at one another, you smiled at him.

“Home films were always my favorite.” You commented.

He took an angry step forward but you clicked your tongue in disappointment, “Careful, Clark. There’s more where that came from.”

His face contorted into a sneer as his eyes fell from you to the video on the wall. There were more like the first one that played, but the only one that mattered was the last one. The one where he hits Jane unprompted before tearing his own place to pieces.

“Hardly in control here, wouldn’t you say?” You teased before standing up.

“You’ve been watching me the whole time.” He observed.

“What?” You feigned innocence, “I thought you’d enjoy that. But I guess it’s not as fun being on the other end of it, is it.”

When he made to more towards you again, you held up a single finger, “Careful. Anything happens to me & these get released to the public. Poor Clark Kent, award-winning reporter, revealed to be an abusing, sociopathic headcase. The whole city will be watching you. No more hiding in the shadows.”

You gazed at the wall as the video replayed, admiring your work.

“For someone who appears to always be in control, you certainly lost it, haven’t you?”

Clark’s eyes darkened as he glared at you from only a few feet away.

“You wanted me to find you.”

You chuckled lightly at that, cocking your head playfully, “Oh, Clark, you didn’t think you were the only one good at hiding, did you? Awh, you did.”

“What do you want?” He seethed.

“You know what.”

The skin around his nose crinkled in distaste, “I already killed someone for you.”

“No.” Your voice flattened, “You killed someone for you. And poor Andrew, he did nothing. Just had a little crush, that’s all. But Clark Kent, big of a man as you are, couldn’t handle the competition.”

“He was hardly competition. You were always mine.”

“But worthy enough as a threat for you to go & throw him off a roof. I’d say that’s competition enough, & Clark Kent doesn’t like losing. But how do you think you’re fairing now?”

You eyed him, a smug smirk on your lips as you took a single step towards him, “From where I’m standing, I’d say you lost.”

“Not yet.” He began marching towards you but then you clicked another button on your remote & Clark’s voice began to play over the video being shown.

“I already killed someone for you.” His voice sounded over & over again.

“Now not only an unhinged socio, but also a murderer. Your soon to be former employers are going to have a difficult time reporting the details surrounding one of their own, don’t you think? Stock prices will lower, all of your work will be discredited, your court appearances will cause a circus, let’s not even get started on how adjusting to prison life will be. And all those women…” You paused, “How many do you think will stay silent?”

Clark’s chest heaved, knowing his confession had been caught & recorded. His eyes never left your own as he began circling you. But you didn’t follow his movements, sensing him as he walked around the small space. You kept your arms behind you, your hands holding one another, totally at ease, totally in control until Clark appeared before you again. When your eyes met for a second time, he asked with the voice of someone who was on the verge of losing all control.

“What do you want from me?”

You smiled gently, your voice calm & even, “Same thing as you.”

Then, you took a few cool & easy steps forward, closing the distance between the two of you. Standing just before him, you reached up & gently grasped his chin in your hand, angling his head down, forcing him to look at you.

“Kneel.”

You watched as his eyes lit up, fury burning hot behind them. But you would not be deterred. He had nothing to fight you with & he knew it. His physical capabilities didn’t matter. You had him by the balls & your grip was squeezing.

“Kneel.” You repeated, your voice hard.

For the first time since you knew Clark Kent, you saw it in his eyes. The same thing he saw every single time a woman kneeled before him, the only thing he never saw in you: submission.

“You’re not in control, Clark.” You whispered, brushing your lips against his. You felt him shudder.

“Let go.” You told him, peering into his eyes, “And I’ll be yours.”

You dropped your hand from his chin, warning him with a look in your eyes that the offer wouldn’t stand for long. You enjoyed seeing him in turmoil, torn between what to do, but you knew the only other option landed him on the front page & a never-ending expose on his life.

Sighing, you took a single step back but just as you did, you felt his giant, warm hand grip yours.

You let your eyes fall with him as he lowered himself until finally both of his knees were on the ground.

Clark peered up at you. Anger, confusion, loss, & a pinch of something dangerous glinting in his eyes.

You ran your fingers through his hair before sliding your hand down to cup his cheek. And he, surprisingly, leaned into it.

Triumph & elation bloomed in your chest. A winning grin threatened to split your face in two. But for once, you would not boast. There was no need to. You both knew.

You had won

ONE YEAR LATER

It was quiet in the apartment. The windows that overlooked the city did well in blocking out the Metropolis noise. You stood at the window dressed in one of your favorite lingerie sets & matching robe. It had been a long day. Your muscles ached from the gym & the spa session afterwards didn’t lessen the discomfort. You needed something else, & only one thing could loosen you up.

But as you stared out the window, admiring the cityscape, you heard a clatter sound from the living room. You glanced over your shoulder, frowning.

You tip-toed towards the living room, poking your head out. Only one lamp was lit & you spotted a picture frame that had fallen from the mantle above the fireplace. You sighed annoyingly.

It had to of been the cat. The cat you regretted getting. But it was lonely oftentimes & you never had anyone over. The cat kept you company but was a bitch herself. Something the two of you had in common but couldn’t seem to bond over.

“Fucking cat.” You hissed, approaching the picture frame on the ground.

As you bent to pick it up, you cut yourself on a piece of glass. You winced slightly, immediately bringing your thumb to your lip, sucking the blood there. Standing up, you were just about to return the picture to it’s place, not wanting to bother with fixing it, when a gloved hand covered your mouth & a firm arm secured itself around your waist.

You screamed into the hand but it was muffled. You began to kick out but the unknown assailant dragged you backwards. You tried reaching up & behind you to hit at the intruder but they were too tall, too strong. Tears spilled from you as the figure pulled you backwards towards the bedroom.

“No!” You tried shouting but it was snuffed.

The assailant continued forcing you towards your bedroom but you reached out for anything & everything to keep yourself from the room, knocking over more objects in the process. But your ability was nothing compared to the dangerous shadow holding you.

With a short-lived whimper, you felt your body getting flung onto the bed. You barely had a chance to attempt moving onto your back when the figure pressed you face down into the mattress. Your limbs swung out erratically, never hitting your target, allowing them to tear the silk robe from your body before clawing at the fabric of your underwear.

“Please, don’t!” You cried out but the intruder fisted a handful of your hair in their fist, shoving your face further into the pillows.

The clinking of a belt filled the corners of the room & you felt your body go cold. It was happening. There was no stopping it. And before you knew it, it begun.

The penetration was hard, filled with a burning sensation followed by the quiet groans of the man who dared enter your home & turn it into a hellhole. You gasped, your fingers tangling in the sheets, desperate for release as they gripped your hips & pounded harder. There was no escaping this, no outrunning it, no crying out for help. You were at the hands of a madman.

But then you felt a set of fingers reach under you & begin rubbing the bundle of nerves & goosebumps erupted over your body.

A regretful moan parted your lips, more tears coated the pillows as your body responded to the ministrations. Without your choosing, your hips began to buck, meeting the thrusts with your own need for pleasure mixed with the ungodly pain. A sigh left you as you felt your muscles tightening around the thick cock fucking you mercilessly.

The shadow yanked your head backwards, their lips at your ear as they grunted, their breath fanning the side of your face. You tried to fight against the growing knot in the lowest part of your abdomen but the feeling was too good, too hot, too much. You bit you lip to keep yourself from sharing with the man assaulting you that you were regretfully beginning to enjoy what he was doing to you.

But he knew. You knew he knew. His hips slammed into your harshly & the pain sparked the rocket that would send you soaring. You felt your thighs shake & your walls shudder as you came undone, milking the cock as you soaked it in your juices. The man roared, slamming your head back into the mattress as his hips jutted forward, chasing his own orgasm. You felt as his cum coated your insides before spilling out around him, dripping into your inner thighs.

You felt used, dirtied, & tired all at once.

Then the man dropped you before rolling over onto his back beside you, a single hand cupping one of your buttcheeks in his large palm as he fondled the meat there.

You remained where you lied, catching your breath & gathering your strength before you finally lifted your head & turned towards him.

Clark lied there, his chest coated in a light sheen of sweat as he caught his own breath. You narrowed your eyes at him, willing him to look at you, & once he did, he smirked.

“How was that?” He asked, his voice hoarse from the loud orgasm he had just endured.

“Better.” You replied, “The gloves were a nice touch.”

He smirked at that before moving off the bed to gather his discarded pants. You turned over to sit up, watching him with delight.

But then he made a snide comment, angering you.

“Those self-defense classes at the gym aren’t doing you much. You didn’t hit me once.” He buckled his pants before facing you, eyeing you playfully.

You moved onto your knees & crawled towards him. He leant down, his face close to yours, “You’re still weak.”

Before he had a chance to catch your arm, you swiped a quick fist across his face. He backed up, holding his jaw in his hand. You smirked yourself.

But then he swiped back, backhanding you across the face.

A soft gasp parted your lips & you tasted copper on your tongue. He had split your lip open. Again.

You made to move off the bed, to show him just how well your skills had improved but before you could he caught you by the throat.

“Don’t—” But your words were cut short as he pressed his lips to yours.

You leaned into the kiss, biting his lip harshly as you wrapped your arms around his neck & pressed yourself closer to him. Clark growled into the heated kiss, swiping his tongue over your lips as you shared a bloody kiss.

Then he shoved you backwards as you fell ungracefully atop the bed.

“Fight harder next time.”

“Fuck me harder & I will.” You countered.

Clark bit his lip, shaking his head, “I’ll tame that mouth one day.”

“Don’t hold your breath.” You responded before sliding off the bed.

You followed Clark into the rest of the apartment as he entered the kitchen. You moved to sit at the island & watched as he peered into the fridge, “I thought you went to get groceries.”

“No.” You peered at your nails, noting a chipped one, “I ordered them. Obviously, they haven’t arrived.”

He slammed the fridge shut at that but nodded, “So, what’s for dinner?”

You smiled at that.

A year, the two of you had been together. Together together. Much to the dismay of your friends. Those friendships didn’t last much longer. They didn’t understand, couldn’t. But you didn’t need them, you never did. All you needed was a monster who enjoyed your own. And he was standing right there in the kitchen you ate in together within the apartment that you both had in your names.

And it was all without a contract, without rules & boundaries. There was no other woman for Clark, & no other man for you. You two were meant to live in the dark world you both craved. You had tamed Clark Kent & made him yours.

And that was how you lived now, how you always would. With him, with his monster, & with yours.

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Summit : Chapter Seven

A Ransom Drysdale Series

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

WC: 3.7k

Dividers provided by @firefly-graphics

CHAPTER SIX | MASTERLIST | CHAPTER EIGHT

The following morning came when you wished it hadn’t. You woke to the sound of the floor creaking outside your door & you threw off your blankets in a panic. Swinging open your bedroom door, you poked your head out & caught Ransom at the top of the stairs, his back to you. Having heard your door & heavy breathing, Ransom paused to look back at you.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.” He offered an apologetic smile.

You frowned when you noted the few bags he held in his hands. Was he going to leave without telling you?

In a fit of mild frustration, you began signing at him, walking slowly towards him.

Ransom’s eyes flicked rapidly as he followed the movement of your hands. But you didn’t slow down to translate. You couldn’t believe he would sneak out from under you without saying goodbye.

As you got within reaching distance, he finally dropped his bags & reached for you, his hands catching your swinging wrists. Your chest was heaving & you felt your eyes watering as he forced you to calm down.

“I don’t understand a damn thing you’re saying but I know when I’ve pissed off a woman.” He joked, but this was no laughing matter.

You attempted to break from his hold but his grip was strong, almost bruising.

“I wasn’t going to leave you without saying anything.” He gazed into your eyes, his own softening, “I promise. I was letting you sleep a bit longer.”

You weren’t sure if you believed him, but his words did have a small impact on your mood. You sniffed, shaking your head, still attempting to sign but his strength kept you from properly doing so.

“_____,” he moved his hands to your face, cupping your cheeks, “I promise. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

As he gazed into your eyes, you felt your care for him skyrocket. Closing the distance, you wrapped your arms around his neck, embracing him tightly. Ransom sighed into the hug, his arms wrapping securely around your body. You blinked away the tears that threatened to fall & rested your head on his shoulder. One of his hands ran along the back of your head, comforting you.

Finally, after a moment, you pulled away but he didn’t let you go just yet.

The two of you stared at one another in silence. Ransom gave a small, sad smile as he peered at you. Again, he cupped your cheek & you leant your face into it, appreciating the warmth & affection.

“C’mon.” He finally said, his hand falling to your own as he led you down the stairs.

Having gathered his fallen bags, he dropped them again at the bottom of the stairs before leading the way towards the kitchen. In there, you noticed a plethora amount of candles, lighters, & gathered fruits & vegetables from the garden.

“I already got you set up for the next two days. Generator isn’t going to work so this’ll be all you have.” He said as he walked around the island. “If you can, avoid lighting the candles at night. I know this place can get pretty dark but I don’t want anyone drawn to the house if they see light.”

You knew how worried he sounded based on his tone alone, but you didn’t share the same concern. Since you’d been staying with Ransom, you had yet to see another human being. The chances were slim to none, but you would do as he asked.

“Curtains are heavy in every room, in case you need to shield any candlelight you’ll need from outside eyes. I already gathered food as you see so you won’t have to do that this morning or tomorrow. Just gotta water when it cools down later.”

You nodded along as he continued giving you instructions. It was quite cute, you thought, how he looking out for you. It had been a long time since someone had your back. It was a feeling you missed greatly.

By the time Ransom finished giving his rundown, you eyed him readily.

You followed him to the front door & he opened it, throwing his bags out onto the porch. You saw over his shoulder a truck parked a few yards away. He turned to face you then, closing the distance.

For a third time, Ransom leaned down & pressed his lips to yours. You found yourself actively returning it. Now that it was happening, Ransom leaving, you wanted nothing more than to hang onto him & never let him leave. Or, if anything, sneak into the bed of the truck & go with him. But you knew it was a better plan for you to stay. For once, you would listen to him.

“I’ll be back tomorrow night should all things go well.” He said, his breath fanning your face. You rested your forehead against his, nodding along as he spoke.

“Stay inside as much as you can. Read that book. I’ll be back before you know it.”

With that, Ransom kissed your forehead before parting from you. You stood in the doorway, watching as he gathered his bags & walked towards the truck. He threw the bags into the bed of the truck before rounding to the driver’s side. But before he got in, he caught your eyes. Raising his hand, he had his ring finger & middle finger curled in, but his pinkie, pointer, & thumb extended.

‘I love you’.

You felt your lips part in disbelief.

“Saw it in a movie once.” He joked from far away. “Go inside.”

But you didn’t, still in shock & awe at his proclamation. You did not return the sign but felt your heart thumping. Ransom hopped into the truck, & after a few failed attempts of starting the engine, it finally roared to life. He waved at you through the dashboard window before driving down the driveway & out of sight.

Leaning against the frame of the door, your thoughts ran rampant.

Love? You bit your lip, he loved…you?

You knew about love. You loved your mother, your father, the farm you grew up on. But love love, romantic love? You knew nothing of it. But as your heart continued thrumming & your breath came fast, you wondered if that’s what those sensations were.

Perhaps you too loved Ransom.

The first day without Ransom dragged on. You felt lonelier in those first couple hours than you had the whole year previously when you traveled alone. Ransom’s family estate felt cold & lifeless without his presence there to bring it excitement & energy. For the first time since the virus happened, you felt…bored. Nothing appealed to you, not even reading. You found yourself lounging in the library, trying to force your eyes to read the words of the book he suggested to you but you could not focus. Your thoughts remained on Ransom.

He never did tell you exactly where his uncle’s vacation home was so you wouldn’t even be able to pinpoint a rough location of where he’d be on the map. You were forced to sit in silence for hours as you thought about him traveling alone. Part of you was beginning to regret not fighting for you to go with him more. Ransom had never traveled by himself, not properly like you. It would have been beneficial for him for you to come. You knew the world out there, he didn’t.

But there was nothing you could do now except wait, though waiting felt awfully long. It would only be two days, but already the first couple hours felt like weeks. You had to distract yourself. Leaving the book in the library, you went into the kitchen & grabbed a peach & cut it into slices before placing them into a bowl. Taking the bowl of peaches with you, you headed for the stairs.

You had never explored Ransom’s family estate to it’s entirety. Perhaps exploring rooms you had yet to would fair well as a distraction. Most of the rooms on the second floor proved uninteresting. There was little memorabilia, which in hindsight you found odd that there were no family photos anywhere or personal items, but from what little you knew about Ransom’s family, they were not the sentimental type.

Back in the hallway, you were approaching the last door you had yet to go through at the end of the hallway. Opening it, you expected to see either another bedroom or small bathroom, but you were surprised when what greeted you was a set of narrow stairs. Pausing in the doorway, you peered up the stairs but they curved half-way up, giving no clue as to what would be at the top.

Hesitantly, you took the first step trying to see to the top but nothing yet. What were you so worried about? It was an attic. There would be no boogeyman. You had faced scarier obstacles. Swallowing your reluctance, you climbed the rest of the stairs & were relieved by what you came across. It was fairly lit room, thanks to the two windows in the small space. As you peered around, it looked as if it was once a playroom. There was two cushioned chairs, a coffee table, & a few small bookcases. On one of the bookcases was a number of game boards. That made you smile.

Placing your bowl of peaches on the coffee table, you crouched to your knees to eye the plethora of games before you. You wondered if Ransom just never thought to come up there. The two of you could have passed the time better had you played a number of these games. You pulled out a dust-covered decades old version of The Game of Life.

Popping off the lid, you peered at the game pieces inside. They were certainly old but still in decent shape. You fingered a few of the game pieces, recalling your days on the farm. Game nights were a regular thing with your parents. Your mother’s favorite had been Clue, always kicking yours & your father’s asses at discovering who the villain was. You felt yourself smiling at the memory. Replacing the lid, you placed another random board game on top of Life before topping both off with your bowl of fruit.

You decided you would bring them down to the dining room, that way when Ransom returned, the two of you could play. But just as you were turning around to head back down the stairs, the corner of one of the game boards knocked over a few times that were on top of the bookcase. As the objects clattered to the ground, you groaned inwardly. Putting the games on the coffee table, you moved to place the objects back where they were. But as you did, your hands stopped over an object you hadn’t seen in quite some time: a compact disc player.

A smile parted your lips as you grabbed it, popping the player open. Inside, the disc in place was Billie Holiday’s Solitude album. Fortunately, a pair of old-school headphones were attached to the player. Untangling the cord, you wrapped the headphones around your head until the foam parts were over your ears.

Bracing yourself for the possibility that the player may not work, you hit ‘play’. To your relief, music filled your ears as Billie’s voice sang. It was a little scratchy & skipped every now & then, but it was a small win on your part. Leaving the attic with the music still playing in your ears, you brought everything to the dining room, leaving the gameboards but finishing the fruit. Back in the library, you returned to your spot on one of the loungers.

Kicking your feet up, you stared out the window, no thoughts racing through your mind for once as Billie hid them all away with her songs. Before you knew it, you felt your eyes begin to grow tired. The summer sun cast the library in a golden glow & you welcomed the feeling of safety & comfort. With the music, you no longer felt lonely. As Billie continued to sing softly in your, your lids began to fall close. Then, without a fear in the world, you fell asleep.

The first night without Ransom arrived & you found yourself approaching his bedroom door down the hall from your own. Before winding down for the night, you did as he instructed & pulled all the curtains closed before double checking all doors & windows were locked. Then when you climbed the stairs, a single candle in your hand, you turned left towards Ransom’s room rather than right to your own.

You hadn’t put much thought into what exactly it was that you were doing but you let your feet carry you as they felt. Inside Ransom’s room, you dressed down & found an old, worn-through shirt of his before climbing into his bed. Nestling under the covers, you inhaled deeply. Ransom. It made you feel comfortable.

Your thoughts strayed to him, picturing holed up in an equally large estate as he fought with a generator. You imagined he was thinking of you just as much, if not more. The candle on the nightstand beside you flickered & you watched it in a daze. If Ransom knew you were taking solace in his own bed, you imagined he would be rushing home in an instant. Never would you be so bold as to crawl into his bed if he were there. But you admittedly missed him. This was what you needed to ease your first night without him.

Outside, it was windy & you could hear the howls of a brewing storm as it passed overhead. You pulled the covers up & over your ears, only your eyes peeking out. Reaching out to the nightstand, you pulled out the disc player you found earlier & brought it into bed with you. Placing the foam over your ears, you hit play again & waited as Billie’s voice drowned out the windy noise. In only a short time, you fell into a deep & restful sleep.

The following morning found yourself out in the garden before the sun rose. You watered the plants & picked any new fruit or vegetables that were ready to be harvested. After doing those few light chores you spent most of your day at the dining room table playing cards by yourself. Your mother had taught you how to play solitaire at a young age but it had been so long that you struggled on remembering some of what she taught you. But as time passed, you figured it out & played without issue.

It wasn’t until a little after midday that your stomach growled with hunger. You picked at a few different fruits & vegetables, but nothing was sticking out to you. You never thought there would come a day where you could actually be picky again when it came to food. Your father would be disappointed, but you told yourself he would be relieved you found a safe place to stay, a safe person to protect you. Or at least, that’s just what you told yourself.

When nothing sounded appetizing, you recalled the fish you had made just the other night. The pond wasn’t far away, you’d only need the map to guide you there & back. It would be nice, you thought, to have another meal ready for when Ransom returned. You imagined he wasn’t having a whole lot of luck with food except for what little he brought with him. Without much further internal debate, you decided you would make the short journey to the pond & see if you couldn’t catch a bass or two.

After getting ready & gathering the tools you’d need, you set out in direction towards the pond. The day wasn’t as sunny. The storm from the previous night still cast a large gray cloud over the area. But you welcomed the change. It would still be hot but not nearly as it had been in the weeks prior.

Fortunately, the pond proved easy to find & quick to get to, only a little over twenty minutes. Once there, you set up your little spot & prepared your fishing rod. Once you had decided you would be going fishing, you suckered out a handful of worms from the garden & placed them in a small jar from the kitchen. Swinging a line out into the pond, you sat down & waited patiently. You almost considered bringing the disc player, but even you knew that would go against everything your father trained & taught you. Though you were confident about being alone in the woods, you couldn’t risk limiting any of your senses. You may have welcomed a domesticated life for the time being, but you were still & always would be a survivor first.

After a couple hours & no catch, you were forced to begin packing up. The clouds darkened & had grown heavy. The first drop of rain landed on your cheek & you realized the storm hadn’t passed fully. There would surely be another one tonight. In a rush, you quickly packed up & began heading back in the direction of the estate.

Though you were frustrated you didn’t succeed in catching any fish, part of you was relieved that you wouldn’t have to face Ransom’s dismay at you having left the house, something he told you not to do plenty of times. But you were more than capable of taking care of yourself, more so than him. Still, since you had no catch, you wouldn’t have to deal with his expected frustrations.

You had only been walking for a few minutes before the rain began to come down hard. In a matter of seconds, the forest was being poured on & you slipped as you began to pick up a light jog. A thunderclap ripped through the trees, catching you by surprise, & you glanced up as you ran. The sky lit up & practically split open as a bolt of lightning struck a tree nearby. Kicking your legs, you ran faster, your vision growing blurry as rain gathered in your eyes. You wiped at them desperately, but just as you had, your foot caught a root & sent you flying to the ground.

You crashed into the forest floor with a dull thud, your face caked in mud. Wincing inwardly, you pushed yourself upwards, but when you went to stand, your ankle whined in protest, forcing you back to your knees. Hissing, you quickly turned over to inspect your ankle. When you touched it, a dull yet sharp pain shot up your leg. You bit your lip in frustration, angry with yourself for having fallen. As your eyes glanced forward, in search of the root that caused your mishap, you were mildly confused by what your eyes landed on.

A single stick stuck out of the ground. But as you peered closer, it looked less & less like a stick. Swallowing your pain, you dragged yourself closer to inspect the object sticking out from the muddied earth. You were reaching out to touch it & just as you were about to, another thunderclap sounded followed by another lightning bolt, which lit up the forest, exposing the object for what it truly was.

In horror, you flung yourself backwards, the storm wreaking havoc above you momentarily forgotten about.

It can’t be, you reasoned with yourself. But as you returned to the object, you couldn’t deny what was on display just in front of you: a finger, chewed down to the bone. Little to no flesh was left on it, likely having been gotten at by forest life, but it was exactly what it was, a human finger.

Another tree was struck in the distance, kicking you out of your horrified state. Unable to inspect the sight further, you were forced to get up, your ankle still screaming in protest, but you pushed on, gritting your teeth as you limped as fast as you could back to the estate. After racing through the trees as fast as you could, you finally made it back & threw yourself into the greenhouse, finally out of the storm.

You dropped your gear on the ground & sat, sitting crisscross so you could attend to your ankle. But there was nothing in the greenhouse you could use to stabilize your ankle. You would have to go inside. Resting for another minute, you finally made way towards the house, the gear forgotten about. As you stumbled inside the house, you had use your whole body weight to close the door as the high-speed winds battled against you. But once you got the door shut, you clattered around in the dimly lit kitchen in search of the med kit.

Once you found it, you collapsed on the floor & began to wrap your ankle. You wouldn’t be able to put much pressure on it to keep it from worsening, but it’d have to do. You knew you didn’t break your ankle, you’d be in much more pain, but you likely sprained it. You only needed to ice it & keep it elevated in the meantime for it to heal better.

But as you finished putting away the med kit & limped towards the stairs, leaving a trail of mud in your wake, your mind still wandered to the finger out in the woods. It had been sticking straight up out of the ground, as if it had roots like a tree. And that only meant one thing, it was attached to a body. A human body. Ransom had once told you that the estate was on a land of many acres. The land where that finger stuck out was part of the estate.

As you made it to the bathroom upstairs, a single horrified thought occurred to you then. Did Ransom know it was there? Or did he put it there? And most importantly, who was it? You decided that when the storm cleared your ankle be damned, you would be going back out there & discovering the answers for yourself.

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The Taming : Part Nine

A Clark Kent Mini Series

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

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PART EIGHT | MASTERLIST | FINALE

The woman crying on her knees before me wasn’t who I wanted, needed. At one point, she may have been adequate, but no one would compare to her: the one that got away.

Jane, her rival among the youthful elite’s, was as every bit pathetic & easily manipulated as I knew she would be. My little devil knew too, but she was not here to revel in with me. She was nowhere to be found.

As Jane closed her mouth around my softening cock, I imagined where my little devil ran off to. It had been months since she disappeared. The night of the masquerade, of that foolish kid’s death, it was the last time I saw her. Another round of cat & mouse was beginning, only this time the prey outsmarted the predator.

She continued to impress me, & infuriate me. I had killed for her, & she had the audacity to disappear. All of my resources in finding her resulted in the same results as before: she had become a ghost. Following her friends led to nothing. She had abandoned them, her apartment barren of life, her social accounts wiped. My little devil crawled into hell without her escort.

But I knew, deep down. She was out there. Close. She doesn’t go down without a fight. She was watching me, waiting. I would find her & when I did, she would never leave from my sights again.

Come out, come out, little devil, wherever you are.

Nicola left the police station, her phone ringing. It was Olivia.

Upon answering the phone, Liv didn’t waste any time, “Still nothing?”

“No.” Nic responded dryly.

It had been weeks since Nicola, Oliva, & Ariana sought out their missing friend. But no one had heard or seen from her. Her parents proved useless, even their personal investigator was of no help. It was up to Nicola & friends to find their missing piece.

“Someone has to know something, Nic.” Liv shared.

“I know, but who it is you’re not going to like.”

Nicola had her number one suspect the minute she realized her oldest & closest friend disappeared without a word. Clark Kent. But she couldn’t get the police to focus their attention on him. He had many friends dressed in blue, a number of people in the city who vouched for his goodness. But Nicola knew better.

“Do you remember where Clark lives?” Nicola questioned, her heels clacking against the pavement as she approached her driver waiting with the sleek black Mercedes.

“Nic, no. The cops already cleared him.”

“There’s no one else, Liv. It was him, it has to be. _____ was terrified of him.”

Olivia sighed on the other end, “Yeah, I remember.”

“I need you to text me the address.”

“You’re not going alone.” Liv’s voice hardened, “Ari & I will meet you there.”

“If you insist.” Nic didn’t have the energy or time to waste with debating, “I’ll see you guys there.”

Nicola banged her fist on the door, Olivia & Ariana flanking her on either side as she announced their unwelcomed arrival at Clark’s doorstep. Nicola felt Ari fidgeting behind her & shot her a warning glare. Now was not the time to get nervous. He couldn’t hurt all three of them. Nicola’s driver was downstairs with instructions to call the police if the three of them didn’t return in ten minutes. But she would not tell Clark that.

A shuffling sounded on the other side & Nicola waited with bated breath as the door unlatched then swung open.

“Jane?” Olivia gasped out as the three girls took in the sight of their infamous frenemy.

Jane stood before them dressed in a black slip. She wore no makeup but her hair was full & curly. Then Nic’s eyes trailed down. Like her best friends only weeks prior, Jane’s arms & legs were covered in bruises.

“What the hell…” Nic made to push into the apartment but Jane was quick to swing the door to keep anyone from entering.

“What do you want?” Jane glared, her lilt accusatory.

“Where’s Clark?”

Jane smirked at that, crossing her arms over her chest, “Out.”

“What are you doing here, Jane?” Olivia asked from behind Nic, “Clark isn’t a good guy.”

Jane pursed her lips, rolling her eyes, “Be that as it may, he chose me. I stay here.”

“What the fu—”

Nic raised her hand to interrupt Olivia’s shocked response.

“What do you mean, Jane, he ‘chose you’?”

Jane opened her mouth, about to answer when her eyes flew to something behind the trio of girls. Nic followed her line of sight. Clark stood there, glasses on, a messenger bag hanging from his shoulder. Though he would normally appear as a normal guy, much like he had that night on the subway, his heated, angry glaze removed any sense of normalcy from him.

Olivia was quick to push Ari behind herself while she & Nic stood in front, facing him head on.

“Where is she?” Nic asked, wasting no time on greetings or explanations.

Clark narrowed his eyes, briefly glancing at Jane who remained hidden in the crack of the door, before returning to his little devil’s closest friends.

“Where is who?”

“Don’t play dumb, Clark.” Nic seethed, her heart beating harshly.

He cocked his head at that but remained standing as tall & strong as a mountain.

“I don’t know.”

“Bullshit.” It was Liv this time who spoke up, her eyes burning with distrust, “She was terrified of you, & now she’s missing.”

“What are they talking about, Clark?” Jane spoke, her voice filled with worried curiosity.

“Close the door, Jane.” He told her cooly, ignoring her question.

“But—”

“Now.” His voice hardened as he stared at all the women standing before him.

Jane did as she was told & left the four of them in the hallway.

“You three should go.” Clark eyed each one of them, a warning look in his gaze.

“We’re not going anywhere until you tell us where the hell she is?” Liv’s voice began to raise. Nic was quick to hold her hand out, calming her friend down.

“I don’t know.” Clark shared, “If she is so terrified of me, why would she be here?”

Liv scoffed at that, her arms crossing over her chest, “It’s not like she was here the first time under her own discretion. You forced her here.”

Clark cracked a smile at that, his eyes bouncing across the three women as they stared both fearfully & angrily at him.

“I never forced her to do anything.” Clark revealed, taking a step forward, “You don’t know your friend as well as you think you do.”

Nic opened her mouth, prepared to debate with him further, but she was surprised when Ariana stepped forward, approaching Clark. His eyes fell to the petite woman before him, the woman he had used to get closer to her cousin. She still appeared frail & easy to break, but her eyes were hard, determined.

“Please, Clark. If you know where she is just tell us.” Ari reached out then, her hand grasping his forearm lightly, “We’re worried about her.”

He stared silently at his former conquest deep in thought. Nothing he said would convince them otherwise. Their devilish friend had fooled them their whole lives. Anything he said would be argued against. It would be a waste of his time.

Finally, Clark exhaled, his attention focused on Ari, “Despite what the three of you think of me, I never hurt her. Not without her consent, her encouragement. She was never here under circumstances that she didn’t agree with beforehand. She came here willingly, knowing what I would do to her.”

“What did you do?” Nic’s eyes reddened from hot, angry tears breaching.

“Nothing.” He remained stoic, his tone flat, even, “I haven’t seen her since you came for her, & believe me, I’ve tried looking for her.”

The trio of women said nothing as they stared in disgust at him.

“You can search my apartment, get the police involved, hire PI’s—as if you haven’t already—but you will find nothing here because I had nothing to do with her disappearance.”

“What is Jane doing here?” Nic finally asked, nodding towards the door.

Clark smirked coyly, “The same reason your friend spent a week here, for me to provide a level of satisfaction that could not be fulfilled by a lesser than.”

“What the fuck does that—”

“Let’s go.” Ari spun on her heel to face her two friends, “She’s not here.”

“What, Ari? What are you talk—”

“I suggest you listen to her. Your friend isn’t here.” Clark added.

Nic & Liv stared at Ari in wilderment before she ultimately faced Clark once more, “Thank you. We’ll leave you alone, now.”

With that, Ari began heading back down the hallway towards the elevators. Liv was quick to follow after her but Nic took her time. She was sure to keep a safe distance from the reaches of Clark should he so boldly attempt to subdue her, but her eyes remained on him, nonetheless.

“If you hurt her…”

Clark lowered his head, his eyes peering out form above his thick-framed glasses as he followed Nicola’s movement, “��it’s because she asked for it.”

Nic didn’t know what to make of the comment, but when she was a good distance away from Clark, he turned his back on her & entered his apartment, the door slamming shut.

What have you gotten yourself into, _____?

“What the hell was that all about, Ari?” Liv was the first to ask once the three of them were situated in Nicola’s car.

Ari shook her head, “He didn’t take her.”

There was a beat of silence, “Or hurt her.”

Nic rolled her eyes in disbelief. Ari didn’t know. Ari didn’t see her cousin when they found her. Didn’t see her bruised body & the horrified look in her eyes. Nicola had never seen her friend shaken up before. Clark was a monster. Whatever he had done to her, it was the reason she was now missing.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Nic spit, “You didn’t see what he did to her.”

“Would you please listen to me?” Ari pleaded, her eyes wide as she stared at her two friends, “I know what I’m talking about.”

Nic said nothing but raised a single brow, gesturing for her to continue.

“I know because Clark attempted to lull me into that relationship.”

Liv & Nic both frowned in confusion as Metropolis passed them by.

“What he’s doing with Jane, what he did with _____, it’s strange, scary even, but he doesn’t do it without his partner’s consent. I know because he didn’t hurt me or force me when I said ‘no’.”

“Jesus Christ, what is it, Ari?” Liv’s voice softened, “What does he do?”

“I don’t know the details very well, I had done some light research when he & I were seeing each other, but stopped when he admitted to pursuing _____. But from what I can remember, he’s what’s called a ‘tamer’.”

Nic rested against her seat, her eyes glued to the window as she listened to Ari explain the fucked up nature that was Clark Kent. And apparently her friend.

“It’s a kink thing. Clark chooses women who are…difficult, to say the least, & he tames them.” Ari paused, “Sexually.”

“My god…” Liv breathed out in disbelief.

“And if there’s anyone I know, that we all know, who is difficult & defiant & loves a challenge… it’s _____.”

But Nic couldn’t sit there & allow Ari to presume that whatever fucked up thing it is that Clark does to women that her friend would be open to it.

“No.” She replied harshly, “She wouldn’t do that.”

“Are you sure about that?” Ari stared at Nic, “Did she go to the cops?”

“No, but lots of women don’t go to cops.”

“_____ would & you know it. She would’ve humiliated him, taken him to court, made a whole show out of the case. She’s not the type to sit back & be quiet. Until now.”

“What are you saying, Ari?” Liv asked.

Ari sighed, her head hanging, “I don’t know for sure without seeing or hearing from _____. But if I had to guess, they’re playing a game. Clark has no reason to lie. He didn’t lie to me when _____ told me about what he did to her. He didn’t fight you, Liv, when you came for her at his apartment. And he even admitted to looking for her himself. Don’t you get it? It’s a game, a fucked up game. This is her humiliating him.”

“I can’t believe what I’m hearing, it’s insane.” Nic aired out frustratingly, but she couldn’t deny that something was fitting together. She didn’t know how & she didn’t know why, but she always listened to her gut.

“So, what do we do? Just wait until she comes out of the shadows & goes back to him?” Liv questioned exasperatedly.

At that, Ari shook her head, shrugging, “I don’t know. But she doesn’t want to be found, that I know. If she wants anyone to find her, it’ll be Clark. So, I say we watch him, follow him. He’ll lead us to her.”

“I don’t know…” Liv replied, deep in thought.

“You have any other ideas?” Ari challenged to which Liv said nothing.

Ultimately, it was Nic who supported Ari’s suggestion, “She’s right, Liv. We’ve tried everything. If what Ari is saying is true… then Clark may be the only way we find her.”

“So we wait?” Liv questioned, her voice filled with ridicule.

“Yes.” Nic turned her attention to the cityscape passing by in a blur, “We wait.”

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i think i remember you posted that you were writing an original novel but i can't find that post anymore and now i'm wondering if i only imagined that because i want it so much to be true.....

yes, that’s true! i did make a post but deleted it. but yes! i have been working on a real novel w my own characters👻

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thank you so much for your reblog & kind words love<3 my family is thriving again & healthy, thank goodness.

as for the story, your comments have me giggling & kicking my feet. very domesticated, very rose-colored-glasses, & reader is about to rip those glasses off ransom's face lmao

Summit : Chapter Six

A Ransom Drysdale Series

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

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CHAPTER FIVE | MASTERLIST | CHAPTER SEVEN

An hour & another glass of wine later, you found yourself being spun around the mansion. Ransom guided your body as he moved the two of you from room to room. Can’t Take My Eyes off You by Frankie Vallie played loudly as the two of you smiled & twirled about like you were in an end of the world romance film.

To both your surprise & welcome, the wine had loosened you up. You were having fun. You were smiling boldly & adding your own moves as the two of you danced freely. At one point even, you ran forward & hopped onto the loveseat in the living room, your arms raised above you, fingers spread out as you danced to the rhythm of the song. It reminded you of the days when you lived on your humble farm with your mother & father.

Your mother & you would be dancing wildly as Dancing Queen or Girls Just Wanna Have Fun would blare throughout the house & your dad would come in from a long day’s work & find the two of you. It was long before your mother got sick for the final time & she would drag your reluctant father into the mix. She’d make him dance with her while you continued jamming out across the room & always, at some point, you would stop to admire your parents. Your father always looked at her with love, & though he loathed dancing, he’d dance with her.

You jumped down from the loveseat & began spinning as you headed towards the foyer. Ransom followed behind you & even in your dizzying movements, you didn’t miss how his eyes never left you, how there was a constant smirk on his face as he took in the sight of you having fun for the first time in forever. It encouraged you to keep it up.

At that point, you had already slipped out of your shoes & was barefoot. The wood beneath your feet was cool to the bottoms of your feet as you felt your body heat up as you kept moving. You were at the center of the foyer & suddenly stopped though, your stomach lurching. You frowned, holding both your forehead & stomach as the nauseating feeling escalated.

Oh no.

The front door was closer than the bathroom & you raced towards it, throwing it open as you burst outside. You made it to the front steps before you lurched forward, bent at the waist & began throwing up.

Your eyes widened at the sight of red liquids mixed with your dinner as they spilled from your mouth. Ransom was behind you suddenly, gathering your hair in his hands to keep it from being caught in the spray & you thanked him internally as your body continued rejecting the food & wine. When you finally stopped puking, you willed yourself to sit down on the steps, your body shaking.

“Yeah.” Ransom sighed knowingly beside you as he joined you, he pulled a cloth napkin from his pants pocket & reached to wipe your mouth before wiping the beads of sweat that had formed on your forehead, “Probably should’ve warned you what having that kind of fun would do to you after drinking.”

You wanted to sign a quip back but your body was still feeling ill so you signed nothing.

“C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.”

But when you struggled to stand up, your vision & world still off-balance, Ransom swiftly lifted you up, carrying you bridal style back inside the mansion, effortlessly kicking the front door closed behind him as he brought you to the loveseat you had been dancing on only moments prior. Music still played faintly, having switched to a softer song, but your head was too busy trying to catch itself for you to recognize the song.

Ransom disappeared but quickly returned with a glass of water & two pills. You gratefully took the water but eyed the pills warily.

Ransom produced the bottle they came from, shaking it, “Anti-nausea.”

The word ‘nausea’ made your stomach flip & you feared puking once more, forcing you to accept the pills before downing them with a gulp of water.

Ransom sat beside you on the loveseat, though at a respectable distance to which you were thankful. You hadn’t forgotten about the kiss you two shared only a couple hours before in the dining room. But drinking & dancing had made it easier to pretend it hadn’t happened. You still were battling with your conflicted thoughts on the exchange, but you knew you’d have a clearer mind in the morning.

You sat there a while in silence as you held your head in your hands, willing your mind & body to sober up. When you finally felt an inkling better, you lifted your head to face Ransom.

‘Thank you’, you signed.

Ransom simply nodded, his eyes soft & a gentle smile on his face.

You wanted to say more but your pad & pen were nowhere in sight & Ransom wasn’t advanced enough in his lessons to understand you. So, you stood up, prepared to go find it but as you did, your world tipped again. Ransom was quick to place a hand on your shoulder, gently pushing you back down to sit.

“What do you need?” He asked, his voice thick with concern.

You moved your hands together to mimic writing.

He nodded in understanding before disappearing.

A moment later, he returned with your source of communication & handed it to you. You wasted no time in flipping to the first blank page & scribbling ineligibly.

I don’t drink.

Ransom’s eyes crinkled at the corners as he chuckled, “You don’t say.”

“You ever drink before?”

You shook your head, writing, “My first time.”

Ransom waved his arm outwards, “Glad to be your first, madam.”

You rolled your eyes at the dramatic gesture but smiled, nonetheless.

I should go to sleep.

“I agree.” Ransom stood & offered his hand, to which you took, worried you wouldn’t be able to walk properly without his help.

As expected, Ransom led you up the stairs to your bathroom. You thanked him once more, intending to enter the bathroom to brush your teeth & rinse the aftertaste of folly from your mouth but he held you close still.

“Thank you, _____.” Your name on his tongue always felt strange but you couldn’t deny liking the sound of it, “Tonight has been the best night I’ve had since the world went to shit.”

The way he looked at you… it made your stomach flip in other ways, but ways that still left you feeling unsure. You watched as his eyes fell to your lips. He wanted to kiss you again. The fact the two of you had even kissed to begin with was something that shouldn’t have happened. You knew he was getting to attached to you, & perhaps you to him, but unlike him, you had plans to leave one day, plans he didn’t know of. You didn’t want to lead him anymore.

When he leaned forward, you quickly stepped out of his grip & covered your mouth, your eyes wide. Ransom paused, staring at you questionably. You waved your hand before your nose, using your bad breath as an excuse to avoid a second kiss. Ransom seemed to understand. And while he respected your wish, he continued to close the distance, leaving a chaste kiss on your forehead, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

You couldn’t deny how the forehead kiss made you feel. Safe, seen, taken care of. It had been such a painfully long time since you felt any of those sensations. But everything your father taught still clung to your instincts.

Ransom stepped back, watching as you slowly closed the door. Once the door latched shut, you locked it before leaning against it. You listened as Ransom left, his footfalls on the stairs until they disappeared. You breathed out a sigh of relief as you flickered your eyes closed. Part of you wanted him to kiss you, but you knew better. This isn’t what your father taught you, to be dependent on another, or to let another person get close enough as you already had. Yet you enjoyed Ransom’s company. You were no longer alone. Perhaps you could stay & live out the rest of the days with him. Would that be so terrible?

But you shook your head.

This is the wine. You argued with yourself.

Approaching the sink, you caught yourself in the mirror. You stared at yourself all dolled up in the pink dress, your hair unkept & your eyes red. This wasn’t you. You were built to survive, to depend only on yourself, to live a life of solitude. But then you found yourself subconsciously bringing your fingers to your lips in memory of Ransom kissing you.

But things change… Ransom happened.

Fuck.

It was a couple days later when you were in the library, eyeing the titles of books in search of a new novel to read when Ransom entered the room carrying a tray of freshly brewed tea. Your eyes met & the two of you shared a smile.

“Elderberry.” Ransom announced, “Like you wanted.”

The two of you sat on chairs opposite one another on end of the library as he poured each of you a cup. You brought the tea to your nose, enjoying the scent before taking a tender sip.

“Find anything?” Ransom asked as he peered at the plethora of bookshelves with more books you could ever hope to own yourself.

You shook your head.

“Then let me recommend one.” Ransom stood & approached a bookshelf at the far end of the library. You followed behind him.

He turned the book over to you & you peered at the cover.

“It’s about a small-town doctor caught up in ritualistic sacrifices.”

You flew your eyes to him, brows furrowing.

He smiled at that, “I’ve seen the book you keep. It’s right up your alley.”

Rolling your eyes, you couldn’t argue with that. You flipped through the book briefly before glancing up. Your eyes landed on something else on the bookshelf over Ransom’s shoulder.

Slipping by him, you eyed the easel-back picture frame, the picture inside of a gathering of people just in front the very mansion you stood in.

Picking it, you eyed it, recognizing one face amongst the group.

“My family.” Ransom replied, his voice turning cold.

You stared at Ransom in the picture. He wasn’t smiling & standing at the edge of the group. His hands tucked into his pants as he practically glared at the camera.

Ransom stood behind you as your eyes bounced around all the faces. Your eyes landed on one teenaged girl with long brown hair, she too wasn’t smiling. In fact, no one was, which you found odd. You pointed at her, looking to Ransom.

“Meg, yeah.”

As you continued staring at the image, you realized every single person in that picture, every single person Ransom called ‘family’ was dead. Much like yours.

‘What happened?’ You signed.

Ransom frowned. You slowed down your signing, willing him to remember his lessons.

“Ah.” Ransom reluctantly plucked the frame from your hands before replacing it back where it once stood, though this time he turned the picture away from you, faced with the kickstand, “That’s a long story.”

You smiled softly at that, tapping your wrist.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. We have all the time in the world, don’t we?”

Ransom turned away, returning to the chairs but before he could sit, you caught his wrist. His eyes met yours.

Tell me.

He sighed, contemplating.

Please.

He narrowed his eyes at you, “I’ll make you a deal.”

You waited.

“Your voice for a story.”

Oh. You bit your lip. That was unfair. You dropped his wrist.

He was quick to catch your own, “Talk to me. I know you can do it.”

You attempted to step out of his reach, the moment soured, but he held tight.

“Okay, okay.” Ransom apologized with his eyes, “A kiss then.”

Before you could either deny or agree with the circumstances, Ransom closed the distance, his hand finding a place on your lower back as he brought his lips to yours. You resisted at first, but quickly found yourself returning the kiss. Ransom deepened it, cupping your cheek as he pressed your bodies together. You felt tears prick at your eyes, your heart & mind battling once again on what was right & what was wrong.

He ended the kiss, resting his forehead against your own, “I swear, you’re gonna kill me.”

You couldn’t help the nervous smile that dressed your lips.

“Okay, I’ll tell you.”

Ransom continued speaking as you flipped through a family album that traced back nearly 50 decades up until only a few years ago. You learned Ransom was 32. Much older than you, & if the world was spinning like normal, you would’ve never met him, let alone allowed yourself to kiss someone his age. But the end of the world made your age difference insignificant. You had matured well beyond your years & Ransom was trapped in his own within the walls of the mansion.

“My father was adamant that Worcester would have the answer to the virus. Word had spread in the first year after losing my mother, grandfather, & aunt to the virus. He was determined to travel to Worcester to bring the cure back. He was desperate to save the rest of the Thrombey legacy.”

You listened intently as Ransom spoke about a man who put his family’s safety first, & who, in the process, would ultimately die because of it. But as you listened, flipping through the family album, you never got that sense from pictures. The only pictures when someone was smiling was when they were a toddler. As they grew, like Ransom, the smiles became fewer & farther between. You had an inkling there was more he was leaving out.

You wrote on your pad.

Your family didn’t get along. There was no question mark.

Ransom read your words before sighing dejectedly, “No. We didn’t. Never did. It got worse when we started dropping like flies.”

You closed the album to sit back & stare at him, willing him to continue.

His hand was on your thigh as he spoke, rubbing the fabric of your jeans as he continued with his story.

“I was against him going. There was no proof. He risked himself & all of us. We fought about it for days.”

Ransom shook his head, staring aimlessly at the now cooled tea before the two of you.

“But he went anyways, & my cousin Jacob & Uncle Walt went with him. I stayed with the women, never expecting them to return.”

You placed your hand around his own against your thigh.

“Only my father returned. Jacob & Walt got sick somewhere along the way back. And when my father returned… he wasn’t himself.”

An unsettling feeling formed in your gut before Ransom confirmed your suspicions.

“He had contracted the virus but it wasn’t the typical symptoms at the time. He assured us he was just malnourished. So, Meg nursed him but there was never really any progress. He became moody, touchy, & more of an asshole than ever. Meg was the next to go, & the first person I blamed was him.”

Ransom took a deep breath before finishing.

“My family got along like oil & water. But watching them die one by one right in front of me was not something I ever imagined. It made me angrier than anything I had ever felt before. My dad went to Worcester to find a cure but what he brought back was a new strain of the virus. We were forced to lock him in the basement until he… until…”

You didn’t need him to complete the sentence.

“At night we could sometimes hear him breaking whatever he could get his hands on. The new strain added another level of aggression. He was trying to get out, & one night he finally did.”

Ransom stood up & walked to the windows overlooking the garden. You remained seated but your eyes followed him, briefly landing on the back facing picture frame on the bookshelf.

“I was forced to put him down. There was nothing left of Joni & Donna after he got his hands on them. They looked like fish food. That was a year ago.”

Jesus. The gory images of what he might’ve seen flashed through your mind. You had no idea the virus had advanced. In fact, you had never seen anyone suffer from it. You just knew what symptoms to look out for if you ever came across anyone, but Ransom had been the first since the young woman.

“That’s why I said Worcester is the disease. Whatever my dad brought back from there… it’s just not safe.”

You nodded solemnly. Ransom returned to you then, sitting on the small coffee table that had the tray of tea on it. He reached for your hands & you let him as he peered into your eyes.

“Just promise me you’ll never go there. I can’t… lose anyone else. Even you.”

Your heart lurched. It was a bittersweet feeling.

You signed your promise. You had no desire to go to Worcester after hearing his story. But how would he react when you would one day leave? That day you feared.

A couple more weeks passed & the summer heat broke a record as August came. It was too hot to do any gardening during the day, so you & Ransom would often lounge in the shade reading books, your legs draped over his lap. Estate chores were saved for the early morning hours before the sun basked the property in its dewy glow. Once the chores were finished, you & Ransom lived a rather domesticated life day-by-day.

You took turns cooking & on days when it was your turn, Ransom would often kiss you on the back of your head or hug you gently from behind. Much to your worry, you found yourself leaning into his touches, welcoming them, & only sometimes returning them. He had yet to kiss you again but you knew he wanted to. You saw it in his eyes, felt it in his touches, & heard it in his voice. But you didn’t know how to cross that line for a third time without leading him to believe this would be your life together.

Only a few days ago did you decide that you would leave for St. Johns when the summer neared it’s end. It would be best to travel when the heat wasn’t so suffocating. But you had yet to tell Ransom, let alone give any hints to it. But you knew the longer you kept from telling him your plans, the harder it would be for him to let you. If he let you go…

Ransom had grown awfully attached to you, & you couldn’t deny that you had felt the same, but you still stuck to your plans. He would have to live with your decision. But other thoughts kept you up at night when you thought about the near future. Perhaps you could convince him to come with you. You wouldn’t be against traveling with him, in fact, you welcomed the idea. But this was his home. Not just a place he set up shop at. This is where he grew up, lived with his family, then watched them suffer.

That night you contemplated bringing the topic up as you finished the final touches on dinner. Ransom had caught some fish at the pond less than a quarter mile away. He had brought back two bass to which you immediately got to work while Ransom went & washed up.

By the time dinner was finished, you placed both your plates at the dining table at one end of the table. It had become routine for you two to sit together while eating. Returning to the kitchen, you gathered two wine glasses & a dusted wine bottle on the counter that Ransom had brought up from the cellar in the basement. He insisted on you never going down there, claiming that because his father had been down there for so long he worried the virus could still have an effect. You knew virus’s didn’t work that way but didn’t argue, you had no desire to go down there anyways.

Just as you finishing pouring your glasses of wine, Ransom appeared wearing a loose black t & a pair of comfortable jeans. He grinned when he spotted you.

“Smells amazing.” He approached you & kissed you on your temple.

You smiled up at him, your nerves growing since you knew you’d have to address your plans for the end of the month. You even had your pad & pen ready beside your plate.

Ransom put on another record to set the mood before pulling out your chair for you to sit. Once you did, he quickly followed.

He took the first bite & moaned in delight, “Fuck, I never liked fish but you make it taste divine.”

The comment made you chuckle softly.

As you slowly ate your dinner, your eyes kept straying to your pad. When do I tell him?

But, as if sensing your inner turmoil, you felt fingers on your wrist. Your eyes flew to his. He furrowed his brows, nodding to your pad, “Everything okay?”

Your lips parted as you mirrored his frown. Slipping your arm out from under his touch, you reached for your source of communication.

Now or never.

Just as your pen touched the paper though, a loud pop sounded followed by the record scratching & fading before the lights in the dining room suddenly turned off.

“Shit.” Ransom gritted out, “The generator.”

There was no way for you to ask him what was going on in the darkness.

Ransom’s shadow disappeared into the kitchen before reappearing with a few candles that he lit & placed on the table. He noticed your look of concern & shook his head, “I was down there tinkering with it this morning. It was on it’s last leg & it seems it finally kicked it.”

‘What do we do?’, you wrote.

He sighed, sitting back down to stare blankly at his food.

“We do nothing. I will go tomorrow.”

Where? You signed.

Ransom cocked his head, “My uncle had a vacation home a few towns over. I’ll head over there & see what his generator looks like.”

A few towns over, you thought. But that would take days.

‘I’ll come with you’, you flipped the pad over for him to see.

“No.” He replied with finality, “I don’t want you out there. Besides, someone needs to stay here to make sure we still have food to eat.”

You pressed your lips together.

“I shouldn’t be long. I have a truck a groundskeeper left here when the virus broke out. Still has gas in it since I hardly ever use it. It’ll be quick. Just a day or two.”

You were grateful that he had a form of transportation, but still. You felt a sense of protection come over you.

Ransom sensed your disagreement & reached for you, stealing your attention, “I’ll leave in the morning, be back the following night. Unless of course it turns out to be a piece of shit then I might have to venture to other houses. Either way, I won’t be gone long.”

Your appetite waning, you pushed your plate of food out of the way to scribble frantically.

‘I’d feel better going with you.’

“And I’d feel better if you stayed.” He returned, “Finish your food.”

There was still so much you wanted to discuss but your hand didn’t move as fast as your thoughts so you conceded.

“I’ll be alright, _____.” His eyes gazed into your own, “We will be alright. I’m going to take care of you.”

Thoughts of telling him of your plans would have to wait until he returned. You would be much too stressed over the next couple days worrying about him. When he came back safe & sound, then would you tell him. Then would he have to deal with you leaving. For now, you wanted to enjoy this night with him.

a very long long long awaited chapter seven to Summit!

shit is about to hit the fan for reader & no doomsday prepper can prepare themselves for it.

thank you so much to my readers for their patience & understanding these last couple months. it has meant everything.

as always, thank you for reading!

oona<3

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lambtotheslaughterr · 3 months ago

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Summit : Chapter Six

A Ransom Drysdale Series

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

WC: 4k

Dividers provided by @firefly-graphics

CHAPTER FIVE | MASTERLIST | CHAPTER SEVEN

Oh no.

You wanted to sign a quip back but your body was still feeling ill so you signed nothing.

“C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Ransom disappeared but quickly returned with a glass of water & two pills. You gratefully took the water but eyed the pills warily.

Ransom produced the bottle they came from, shaking it, “Anti-nausea.”

The word ‘nausea’ made your stomach flip & you feared puking once more, forcing you to accept the pills before downing them with a gulp of water.

You sat there a while in silence as you held your head in your hands, willing your mind & body to sober up. When you finally felt an inkling better, you lifted your head to face Ransom.

‘Thank you’, you signed.

Ransom simply nodded, his eyes soft & a gentle smile on his face.

“What do you need?” He asked, his voice thick with concern.

You moved your hands together to mimic writing.

He nodded in understanding before disappearing.

A moment later, he returned with your source of communication & handed it to you. You wasted no time in flipping to the first blank page & scribbling ineligibly.

I don’t drink.

Ransom’s eyes crinkled at the corners as he chuckled, “You don’t say.”

“You ever drink before?”

You shook your head, writing, “My first time.”

Ransom waved his arm outwards, “Glad to be your first, madam.”

You rolled your eyes at the dramatic gesture but smiled, nonetheless.

I should go to sleep.

“I agree.” Ransom stood & offered his hand, to which you took, worried you wouldn’t be able to walk properly without his help.

“Thank you, _____.” Your name on his tongue always felt strange but you couldn’t deny liking the sound of it, “Tonight has been the best night I’ve had since the world went to shit.”

But you shook your head.

This is the wine. You argued with yourself.

But things change… Ransom happened.

Fuck.

“Elderberry.” Ransom announced, “Like you wanted.”

The two of you sat on chairs opposite one another on end of the library as he poured each of you a cup. You brought the tea to your nose, enjoying the scent before taking a tender sip.

“Find anything?” Ransom asked as he peered at the plethora of bookshelves with more books you could ever hope to own yourself.

You shook your head.

“Then let me recommend one.” Ransom stood & approached a bookshelf at the far end of the library. You followed behind him.

He turned the book over to you & you peered at the cover.

“It’s about a small-town doctor caught up in ritualistic sacrifices.”

You flew your eyes to him, brows furrowing.

He smiled at that, “I’ve seen the book you keep. It’s right up your alley.”

Rolling your eyes, you couldn’t argue with that. You flipped through the book briefly before glancing up. Your eyes landed on something else on the bookshelf over Ransom’s shoulder.

Slipping by him, you eyed the easel-back picture frame, the picture inside of a gathering of people just in front the very mansion you stood in.

Picking it, you eyed it, recognizing one face amongst the group.

“My family.” Ransom replied, his voice turning cold.

You stared at Ransom in the picture. He wasn’t smiling & standing at the edge of the group. His hands tucked into his pants as he practically glared at the camera.

“Meg, yeah.”

As you continued staring at the image, you realized every single person in that picture, every single person Ransom called ‘family’ was dead. Much like yours.

‘What happened?’ You signed.

Ransom frowned. You slowed down your signing, willing him to remember his lessons.

You smiled softly at that, tapping your wrist.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. We have all the time in the world, don’t we?”

Ransom turned away, returning to the chairs but before he could sit, you caught his wrist. His eyes met yours.

Tell me.

He sighed, contemplating.

Please.

He narrowed his eyes at you, “I’ll make you a deal.”

You waited.

“Your voice for a story.”

Oh. You bit your lip. That was unfair. You dropped his wrist.

He was quick to catch your own, “Talk to me. I know you can do it.”

You attempted to step out of his reach, the moment soured, but he held tight.

“Okay, okay.” Ransom apologized with his eyes, “A kiss then.”

He ended the kiss, resting his forehead against your own, “I swear, you’re gonna kill me.”

You couldn’t help the nervous smile that dressed your lips.

“Okay, I’ll tell you.”

You wrote on your pad.

Your family didn’t get along. There was no question mark.

Ransom read your words before sighing dejectedly, “No. We didn’t. Never did. It got worse when we started dropping like flies.”

You closed the album to sit back & stare at him, willing him to continue.

His hand was on your thigh as he spoke, rubbing the fabric of your jeans as he continued with his story.

“I was against him going. There was no proof. He risked himself & all of us. We fought about it for days.”

Ransom shook his head, staring aimlessly at the now cooled tea before the two of you.

“But he went anyways, & my cousin Jacob & Uncle Walt went with him. I stayed with the women, never expecting them to return.”

You placed your hand around his own against your thigh.

“Only my father returned. Jacob & Walt got sick somewhere along the way back. And when my father returned… he wasn’t himself.”

An unsettling feeling formed in your gut before Ransom confirmed your suspicions.

Ransom took a deep breath before finishing.

You didn’t need him to complete the sentence.

“At night we could sometimes hear him breaking whatever he could get his hands on. The new strain added another level of aggression. He was trying to get out, & one night he finally did.”

Ransom stood up & walked to the windows overlooking the garden. You remained seated but your eyes followed him, briefly landing on the back facing picture frame on the bookshelf.

“I was forced to put him down. There was nothing left of Joni & Donna after he got his hands on them. They looked like fish food. That was a year ago.”

“That’s why I said Worcester is the disease. Whatever my dad brought back from there… it’s just not safe.”

You nodded solemnly. Ransom returned to you then, sitting on the small coffee table that had the tray of tea on it. He reached for your hands & you let him as he peered into your eyes.

“Just promise me you’ll never go there. I can’t… lose anyone else. Even you.”

Your heart lurched. It was a bittersweet feeling.

You signed your promise. You had no desire to go to Worcester after hearing his story. But how would he react when you would one day leave? That day you feared.

Just as you finishing pouring your glasses of wine, Ransom appeared wearing a loose black t & a pair of comfortable jeans. He grinned when he spotted you.

“Smells amazing.” He approached you & kissed you on your temple.

You smiled up at him, your nerves growing since you knew you’d have to address your plans for the end of the month. You even had your pad & pen ready beside your plate.

Ransom put on another record to set the mood before pulling out your chair for you to sit. Once you did, he quickly followed.

He took the first bite & moaned in delight, “Fuck, I never liked fish but you make it taste divine.”

The comment made you chuckle softly.

As you slowly ate your dinner, your eyes kept straying to your pad. When do I tell him?

But, as if sensing your inner turmoil, you felt fingers on your wrist. Your eyes flew to his. He furrowed his brows, nodding to your pad, “Everything okay?”

Your lips parted as you mirrored his frown. Slipping your arm out from under his touch, you reached for your source of communication.

Now or never.

Just as your pen touched the paper though, a loud pop sounded followed by the record scratching & fading before the lights in the dining room suddenly turned off.

“Shit.” Ransom gritted out, “The generator.”

There was no way for you to ask him what was going on in the darkness.

‘What do we do?’, you wrote.

He sighed, sitting back down to stare blankly at his food.

“We do nothing. I will go tomorrow.”

Where? You signed.

Ransom cocked his head, “My uncle had a vacation home a few towns over. I’ll head over there & see what his generator looks like.”

A few towns over, you thought. But that would take days.

‘I’ll come with you’, you flipped the pad over for him to see.

“No.” He replied with finality, “I don’t want you out there. Besides, someone needs to stay here to make sure we still have food to eat.”

You pressed your lips together.

“I shouldn’t be long. I have a truck a groundskeeper left here when the virus broke out. Still has gas in it since I hardly ever use it. It’ll be quick. Just a day or two.”

You were grateful that he had a form of transportation, but still. You felt a sense of protection come over you.

Your appetite waning, you pushed your plate of food out of the way to scribble frantically.

‘I’d feel better going with you.’

“And I’d feel better if you stayed.” He returned, “Finish your food.”

There was still so much you wanted to discuss but your hand didn’t move as fast as your thoughts so you conceded.

“I’ll be alright, _____.” His eyes gazed into your own, “We will be alright. I’m going to take care of you.”

a very long long long awaited chapter seven to Summit!

shit is about to hit the fan for reader & no doomsday prepper can prepare themselves for it.

thank you so much to my readers for their patience & understanding these last couple months. it has meant everything.

as always, thank you for reading!

oona<3

Read this post on why doing more than liking a tumblr writers work is essential to our content creation.

taglist:

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#dark!ransom drysdale x reader #dark!ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale fanfiction #dark!fic #dark!fics #dark!fanfiction #non con fic #knives out fanfiction #dark!knives out #summit chapter six

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lambtotheslaughterr · 4 months ago

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The Taming : Part Eight

A Clark Kent Mini Series

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

WC: 4.8k

Dividers provided by @firefly-graphics

PART SEVEN | MASTERLIST | PART NINE

all AI images are created from prompts i wrote. they are not real images.

I look at what she’s made me do.

The blood. The eyes peering around fearful & concerned.

Some begin taking their masks off, the palms of their hands over their mouths in shock & horror. But not her.

I look at her. She looks at me. A sea of people between us surrounding the body slapped onto the pavement.

And she smiles.

I don’t.

It should’ve been her. She made me do this.

I’m losing control. And she’s smiling.

I have always known about the darkness within me, known the true monster I was always capable of becoming. Taming them—women, brats, lesser thans—kept that darkness at bay. To an extent.

But her.

There was a darkness to her I never anticipated.

This was all her fault. She did this. That blood coating the pavement is on her hands.

And she’s smiling about it because she knows.

“I’m so sorry…” Nic said as she & Liv sat with you on your sofa.

They flanked you on either side, Liv’s hand on your back as Nic held one of your own hands.

Deceitful tears skipped down your cheeks as you sniffled.

“We need to call the cops.” Nic announced.

You quickly shook your head, “No. Please, no. I can’t… it’s done. I’m here, I’m safe.”

“He can’t get away with this, _____!” Liv pushed, “Look at you! Your arms, your legs… I don’t want to imagine what else…”

“What you see is the worst of it.” You lied, “He never laid a hand on me otherwise.”

“He belongs behind bars.” Nic seethed, her lips pursed.

But you kept shaking your head, “No. He won’t try again now that you two know. That’s all I care about.”

“But what if he does this to someone else?” Liv questioned, “He shouldn’t be allowed to get away with this.”

“Well, he is!” You finally exclaimed, your tears drying up. Perhaps faking a kidnapping wasn’t your best idea, but it was your only one at the time. Now that your two best friends were doing their due diligence to protect you, you wished you would’ve just waited till Clark got home & fought with him. This was beginning to get boring.

“I don’t care about what happens to other women!” You shot forwards, standing up to face them, “I care about what happened to me, & I want to forget it…”

Nic & Liv traded worried looks but remained silent.

“I just want to forget, okay?” You frowned, “I won’t stay here. I’ll stay with one of you & I’ll pick up more shifts at work. Keep myself around others. He can’t hurt me again. But if you make me call the cops & report this then I’ll have to live with this for who knows how long. It’s done. So let it be done.”

Nic sighed & Liv hung her head.

You made eye contact with Nic, “Please. Just… let me do this my way.”

Finally, she nodded, “Okay. Okay, we won’t call the cops. But you are absolutely not leaving either of our sights for a long, long time.”

“I’m okay with that.” You sighed.

Liv shook her head in disagreement but didn’t speak on it, “Whatever you want, _____.”

“Thank you.” You breathed out.

“But first things first…” Nic pulled out her phone & began tapping on the screen, “Must cancel everything.”

“What?” You questioned, “What are you talking about?”

“My birthday.” She replied, “I don’t care about it after this. We should just have a girls night, the three of us.”

“No, Nic, don’t.” You moved to sit between them, looking her head on, “Don’t do that. I know how much you put into planning your birthday party every year & I know how much you spend. Look. Perhaps your birthday party will be the best thing for me. Right? I can forget about it for tonight & have fun with my two best friends celebrating your birthday surrounded by people. There’s really nowhere safer right now.”

Nic licked her lips, frowning in contemplation, “I don’t know, _____... I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“I second that.” Liv commented.

You grabbed one of each of their hands, looking between them, “I have never passed on a party. Ever. And the quickest way to feeling like myself again is to party. It’s your birthday! C’mon. Don’t let this ruin it.”

Nic flashed her eyes to Liv’s who shrugged her shoulders.

“I’m serious.” You added, “Those last minute cancellation fees aren’t cheap. You’d likely be spending the same amount just to cancel.”

Nic rolled her eyes at that but nodded, “Are you sure?”

“More than anything.” You gave her a tight lipped smile.

“Liv?” Nic asked.

Liv sighed but nodded, “I mean we did have our gowns personally made. It’d be a waste, I suppose.”

Nic chuckled lightly at that before looking back at you, “If at any point, you feel overwhelmed or unsafe you tell either of us immediately & we will clear out my house in a second flat.”

“I know.” You squeezed her hand.

“Fine.” Nic finally smiled, “Let the party of the year commence!”

Nicola’s mansion sat in the center of one of the wealthiest neighborhoods in north Metropolis. You had practically spent your whole adolescence there. Her father was a world-renowned architect & her mother a former socialite turned private Pilates instructor. They were very well off & often gone. So, it was to no surprise that when the three of you arrived at her family estate that they were not present.

As Nicola’s driver pulled through the gate, you noted the many trucks in the circular driveway: all hired help for the party set-up.

Nicola’s driver opened the rear door & the three of you slid out.

Nicola’s stopped to talk to some hired help about her party while you & Liv let yourselves inside. It was just past 3 in the afternoon & the party would begin at 8. There was still a lot to do but Nicola was always on top of making sure everything went smoothly & on time.

Entering the mansion, you were immediately greeted by the grand foyer of the mansion. There was hired help doing their jobs as they nodded at you & Liv.

Liv gently guided you up the stairs as the two of you made your way to Nicola’s bedroom. Once inside, you slipped out of Liv’s grip & draped yourself across Nic’s bed.

“Gonna rest?” Liv asked as she stepped up to the windows that faced the rear property of the mansion.

You moaned non-committedly, throwing your arms over your eyes.

“Ya know,” Liv moved towards the bed & eyed you concerningly, “We can just hang out up here all night. Let Nic have her party but you & I can watch trash reality TV & enter a food coma.”

Liv’s offer was light-hearted but you noted the concern, which only soured your mood. Sighing heavily, you rolled away from her & approached Nic’s walk-in closet, “I really hate repeating myself, Liv. I want to go to Nic’s party. End of.”

You didn’t bother looking behind you to gauge Olivia’s reaction. Instead you ran your fingers along all the hung clothing in Nicola’s closet.

“I don’t have a dress.” You commented openly.

Liv was leaning against the doorway, her arms crossed as she watched you, “And you have bruises all over you. Gonna just prance around all night with them out & not expect anyone to ask questions?”

She was challenging you & you were getting tired of her overprotective nature real quick.

“Perhaps I’ll just use the same make-up your mother used to cover hers up years ago.” You replied snarkily.

Liv’s lips parted in shock, “Wow.”

You rolled your eyes & forced yourself to feign regret, “I’m sorry, Liv. I’m just… sensitive right now given everything.”

“Ya don’t say…” But she didn’t appear to care for your half-assed apology.

The double doors to Nic’s room opened then & she appeared with a stack of boxes in her arms, “Help please!”

Liv only continued to stare coldly at you. Ignoring her stares, you surpassed her & took a few boxes from Nic, glad to be free from having to fake anything, “What is all this?”

Nic placed the remaining boxes in her arms on the foot of her bed, “More decorations. The party planner wants me to make a few decisions before final touches are made.”

“Hmm.” You replied.

Nic began sifting through the two boxes, unaware of the tense energy in the room & you took advantage of it.

“Nic, do you have any gowns I can wear for tonight?”

She was holding up two different green colored streamers, eyeing them intently before her eyes flashed to yours, “Um, I should, yeah. It’d be out of season though. Liv & I already had our dresses for tonight made.”

Wearing something out of season made you cringe inwardly. You didn’t dress out of season. Ever. If anything, you set the trend for what would be in season.

“I actually had two made.” Liv commented from where she still remained stood by the closet.

“You did?” Nic questioned.

“I wanted options.” Liv shrugged nonchalantly, her eyes avoiding yours as you glanced at her. “There’s only one issue.”

You & Nic stared openly, waiting for her to continue.

“The spare is green. Emerald to be exact.”

Nic laughed lightly at that, “Oh.”

“What?” You furrowed your brows.

“Emerald is my theme color.” Nic revealed, “My dress is emerald.”

“I had it made early before you decided on a color.” Liv shared, “Once you had, I told them to make me a different one.”

You sighed. Nic never enjoyed wearing the same colors, after all, it was her birthday. She was intended to be the belle of the ball.

“But I’ve seen your dress.” Liv started, “And yours is still more gorgeous than the one I had them design.”

“C’mon, Nic.” You caught her eyes, “It’s one night.”

�� The minor worry in her eyes disappeared when they landed on you. She released a breath, nodding, “Oh, god, who cares?! It’s just a color. Besides, emerald has always looked good on you.”

You smiled at that, “Thank you, Nic. And Liv.”

Liv gave a tight closed-lip smile.

“But what about…?” Nic gestured to your arms.

You glanced down at the marks, “I’ll call Maurice, he’ll know what to do.” Maurice was your personal make-up stylist for nights like this. You knew he would likely already be busy, probably having been hired by other women attending Nic’s party tonight, but you knew he would cancel all their appointments for you. After all, you were the reason he even had an expensive & extensive clientele.

“If you say so.” Nic inhaled sharply, “Well, ladies, shall we get ready?”

It was half past 8 & all of the guests for Nic’s birthday were still rolling in. All pulling up in either limo’s or classic old school Cadillacs. The three of you stood on the grand staircase in her foyer to greet guests as they entered. Music was already playing with a DJ in the formal ballroom & drinks were poured out by numerous bartenders around the mansion.

Liv was dressed exquisitely in her one-of-kind ball gown. Her mask included an attached head piece that feathered out around the top of her head. She stood out among the peers. As for Nic, her ball gown was beautifully made, with gold details sewn into the fine fabric. Maurice was easily influenced to come over to help you cover your bruises & you had warned him to not ask any questions, to which he adhered to. But as he was there, he had the spectacular idea of painting the exposed lower half of Nicola’s face with a metallic green to highlight her dress & make her truly stand out more on her special birthday. Even you had to admit that Nic looked the part as the star of the event.

As for yourself, your ball gown was simpler, as Liv claimed. The bodice was bejeweled but tastefully so. And your mask was basic except for a small feather detail. In the past, you enjoyed competing for attention, even if it was your best friend’s birthday, but because of your week-long disappearance, you unfortunately could not compete this year. You accepted that the following year you would put everyone else to shame, including the birthday girl.

As the foyer filled & guests spread out to other rooms, the three of you finally descended the stairs. As the three of you were making your way down, your eyes fell on another woman in a gaudy yellow ball gown. It wasn’t until the three of you nearly reached the bottom that you realized who it was behind the mask.

“Nicola, you look stunning as always.” Jane greeted, her smile poised yet forced. Nic returned the sentiment in kind, just as equally forced.

“And Olivia, wow!” Jane awed, “You really have to share with me who your designer is.”

“I don’t think you’d be able to afford him.” Liv replied playfully, though the passive-aggressive comment was still lingering in the air.

Jane’s eyes finally landed on you, “And _____...” She eyed you, a smirk gracing her exposed lips, “I expected more. You’re not one to let your friends shine, after all.”

You smiled through your sneer as you remembered seeing her pictures in Clark’s collection, “Tonight isn’t about me, Jane, or did you forget?”

“No.” She shook her head, her smirk growing, “But it’s nice to see that you could let Nic have tonight be about her for once.”

You opened your mouth to bite back but Nic jumped in then, “Thank you for coming, Jane. Have fun tonight.”

Pressing your lips together, you watched as Jane nodded once before flittering away towards the ballroom.

“No bickering tonight, girls.” Nicola spoke to the two of you over her shoulder, “Tonight is about fun, about me. Alright?”

“Already sweetening my sourness.” Liv responded lightly.

As for you, it angered you that Jane, of all people, called you out for how lackluster you looked. It drove you even madder knowing that it could’ve been her in Clark’s apartment right now had he gone that route. How disappointed he would’ve been.

Moving throughout the mansion, the three of you made your rounds before ending up in the ballroom. The décor & lighting lived up to Nic’s tastes & standards as always. There was a sea of people dancing & a handful more along the walls or sitting at tables as they drank & mingled. Liv disappeared to dance with a handsome stranger in a mask while you & Nic moved to one of the bars.

“Two glasses of rose, thank you.” Nic ordered from the bartender who was dressed in a finely pressed vest suit.

“Right away.”

While the drinks were being made, your eyes danced around the room. It wasn’t until your eyes fell to the other end of the ballroom where another entrance was that you spotted someone familiar.

“Nic?” You questioned out loud as the young woman began walking towards the two of you.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you.”

“I didn’t know she was back in town.” Your felt your muscles tense as your cousin approached in a light purple ball gown.

“Now you do.”

The bartender placed the two glasses of wine just as Ariana reached the two of you.

“Play nice, _____.” Nic whispered before greeting Ari then disappearing herself.

“Hey, cous.” Ari greeted awkwardly.

“Ariana.” You responded flatly.

“I tried calling you to let you know. But the girls said you were MIA for a while?”

“Mmm.” You didn’t recall seeing her missed calls when you had found your phone the first time, but you had to admit to being preoccupied with a revenge plan.

“I like your dress.” She shared in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“Yours is… okay.”

She rolled her eyes at that but smiled nonetheless, “Look, I’m sorry for how we ended things the last time we saw each other. I’ve had some time to think about what happened between us & it wasn’t worth me losing one of my closest friends.”

How big of you, you thought bitterly.

Silence permeated the air between the two of you as you sipped on your wine, staring openly at her.

“That all?” You finally questioned.

Ari sighed, shaking her head once, “I thought perhaps you’d return the sentiment. I can see I was wrong.”

“What do I have to apologize for?” You challenged.

“I don’t want to fight or argue, especially tonight. If you can’t decide for yourself, for us as family, that you were in wrong at the end then that’s fine. I’m not going to push for it. You were always stubborn.”

“Ari, you know what---”

“No, _____. I’m not fighting with you. I’m not. I thought we could patch things up but I’m not going to be the one putting in all the work. So, have a good night. I’ll be around if you change your mind.”

Before you could get another word out, Ari turned her back on you & left the ballroom. You felt your blood boil, mostly because you were always the one to get the last word in & turn your back on someone. You were only grateful that tonight was a night of faces covered in masks. No one would recognize you as the one who just got one-upped.

Downing the rest of your wine, you ordered another. Just as your fingers wrapped around the glass thought, you felt someone join you at the bar on your left.

“Even in a mask, I can spot in a sea of people.” The voice greeted. You rolled your eyes before finally facing the man who just couldn’t let you go after years of being split up.

“Not in the mood, Andrew.” You told him, your voice hardened.

He feigned hurt, putting his hand on his chest, “You jest, darling.”

Oh, god.

Though he was dressed handsomely in a gold pleated suit, you still saw behind the mask a desperate man that couldn’t take no for an answer. The last time you saw Andrew was he dropped you off at your apartment after the pitiful night out he called a ‘date’. You imagined either his ego was still bruised or he moved on from it so fast that he was now trying to win you over yet again.

“May I have the next dance?” He offered his hand, bowing like a true old-fashioned gentleman. You felt the urge to humiliate him further, like you always had, but the alcohol coursing through your veins played into the ‘fuck it’ part of you. Eyeing his outstretched hand, you finished your second glass of wine before reluctantly placing your hand in his.

“One. Then I don’t want to see you for the rest of the night.”

Andrew grinned widely but accepted the command, “One is good enough for me.”

Lurk by The Neighbourhood began to play.

Andrew swung you out around him on the center of the dance floor before bringing your body closer to his. You allowed him to place a hand on your waist as he held your hand in his other. You danced in time with the song, swaying & dipping at moments when it mattered. At some point in the middle of the song, Andrew spun you out, & as he did, his slipped from yours & you stumbled slightly. But instead of stumbling & falling to the floor, you fell into the broad chest of another.

The hands that belonged to the broad chest gripped your upper arms, their fingers digging in precisely where your make-up hidden bruises were.

Your eyes flashed upwards & you felt your lips part in shock.

Clark met your eyes from behind his black mask as he straightened you. He was dressed in a cream suit that hugged his muscles in all the right places. But your eyes quickly returned to his as he stared angrily at you.

Andrew appeared beside the two of you then, his hand reaching for your wrist, “Thanks, man, but I got it from here.”

Clark’s eyes flicked to Andrew, the fire there burning hotter.

“Andrew!” You exclaimed, “I’m feeling dizzy, get me some water.”

“But—”

“Now, Andy. I need it.”

His eyes danced between you & the strange man he had never seen before ultimately sighing & snaking his way through others on the floor.

“What are you doing here?” You hissed harshly.

Clark was quick to press your body against his, eliciting an electric spark shooting up your spine. He held you as if the two of you were dancing though neither of you moved with the music.

“What are you doing with him?” Clark gritted out.

“Dancing. What’s it look like?”

“I don’t want him touching you. Ever. He does it again & what happens after will be your fault.”

You ignored his threat, focused on your own questions, “How did you get in here?”

“Are you truly that surprised? Security here isn’t that tight. It’s a birthday party for a rich girl surrounded by other rich kids. There’s really no one of importance here. Except for you.”

You supposed you couldn’t be too surprised, after all, he often knew what you were doing at the exact moment you were doing them. You still never knew how he did it. Sneaking into a party, especially a masked one, was likely a cake-walk for a man of his ways.

“You still haven’t told me why you’re here.”

Clark peered down at you, bringing on of his fingers to your jawline, “You know why.”

Chills spilled across your exposed arms forcing you to shudder in his grip. It was a feeling like no other & he was the only one to ever make you feel that way. You wanted to embrace it, but not until he gave you complete control. Forcing the euphoric feeling down, you steeled yourself in his hands before shoving yourself away from him.

“You have five minutes to leave before I point you out to security. That’s my only warning.”

You attempted to turn your back on him but he was quick to snatch you by the arm & force you backwards. His arm wrapped securely around your waist, your back pressed to his chest as he maneuvered your jaw in his hands to angle your head upwards to he could graze his lips along your ear, “And this is mine. Leave with me. Now. Or you won’t like what happens.”

Your thighs quivered at the harsh tone of his voice, at his threat full of promise. But what Clark didn’t know was that you wanted to push him, push him as far as he could be pushed. Because only you would be the one to bring him back from the edge. And that to you was power.

Spinning in his arms, you quickly leaned on your heeled toes to place a chaste kiss on his lips, sure to nip at his lower lip before harshly slapping him. The assault sounded loudly enough for those dancing beside the two of you & they stopped to stare.

“May the best devil win.” You whispered so only he could hear before you slipped from his grip.

Marching forwards, you saw Andrew approaching near the edge of the dance floor, a glass of water in his hand. Smirking haughtily to yourself, you walked towards him with intent. Andrew stopped in his tracks when he spotted you.

“Here’s that water you—”

The rest of his sentence you swallowed for him as you latched both of your hands around the back of his neck & kissed him passionately. Andrew yelped surprisingly before he finally began returning the deep kiss. You slipped your tongue into his mouth as one of your hands fell to the front of his neck in a gentle chokehold. When you finally stopped the kiss, you pulled away abruptly. He stumbled forward slightly, his eyes still closed & his lips still pursed longing for more.

“Thanks, Andy.” You replied sweetly, running your fingers along his jawline, “You’re my hero.”

Andrew slowly opened his eyes, clearly in a daze from the sudden kiss. As you took the glass of water from his hand, you sipped on it & swished it in your mouth to rinse the taste of him. As you did so, you spun around to face the dance floor. Much to your surprise, & disappointment, Clark was nowhere to be found. But you knew he saw what you had done. You knew he would be up to something. And you were only dying with curiosity to know what his next move would be.

“Do you wanna go somewhere where we can be alone?” Andrew asked, forcing you from your thoughts. You had completely forgotten he was even there.

“Not right now, Andrew.” You replied coolly, already returning to your apathetic self.

“_____!” Olivia’s voice sounded from behind you & you had never been more grateful for her to appear then you had been in that moment.

“It’s time to sing for the birthday girl, let’s go.”

“Thanks again, Andrew.” You handed him the water back & didn’t wait for him to respond as you followed after Liv to the foyer of the mansion.

There, a majority of the party guests had gathered as Nicola stood at the bottom of the stairs. You & Liv joined her on either side. The lights in the foyer dimmed & then everyone began to sing.

“Happy birthday to you!”

Your eyes danced around the masked faces in search of one. He had to be somewhere amongst the sea of people. Watching. Waiting for his moment to strike.

“Happy birthday to you!”

From the right hallway that led to the kitchen appeared Ariana & Jane as they carried out a massive three tired cake colored in black & emerald. Candles burned brightly on top of them as they grew closer to the birthday girl.

“Happy birthday, dear Nicola!”

You smiled along with Liv as Nic bit her lip in excitement with the arrival of her cake as they placed it on a small table just before her.

“Happy birthday to you!”

Nic smiled playfully before leaning forwards to blow out her candles. As soon as the last flame blew out, the guests erupted with cheers & hoots of hollers. Nicola spun around in her gown for all to admire in awe as a few serving staff appeared to begin cutting the cake. The lights in the foyer lightened up then & as your two friends waited eagerly for their slices, your eyes returned to the crowd.

Where have you gone? Clark wasn’t one to give up so easily.

“_____! Here’s yours.”

Nicola handed you plate with a small slice on it & you peered at it for only a moment before a screeching scream sounded from just outside the front doors. Everyone stilled & the room was drowned in silence.

“Oh, my god!”

Then just as suddenly as time stilled, time seemed to fly by as guests rushed to the front doors & raced outside. Nic, Liv, & you were among the pile of people as they spilled outside & peered at something on the driveway. The three of you broke through the crowd & came upon a body on the driveway. But not just any body.

Andrew’s body was face down on the pavement, blood pooling around his head.

“What happened?!” One of the security guards yelled as he rushed towards Andrew.

“He fell from the roof!” Someone else yelled out nearby.

“It happened to fast!” Another chimed in.

“Oh, my god…” Olivia breathed out, “is that…?”

“Andrew.” Nicola finished for her in confirmation.

Your heart was beating wildly, so loudly in your ears that you were sure everyone around you could hear it too.

Clark.

Just as you thought of him, you sensed movement to the right of the crowd & your eyes peered upwards to follow the movement.

There he stood, still in his suit & his mask as he stared at Andrew’s body.

One of the security guards had his fingers pressed against Andrew’s neck, “I’m not getting a pulse. Someone call 911!”

“We already did!” A party guests responded.

Not a second later, did sirens sound in the distance.

As you stood there, Andrew’s body only a few feet from you, you felt eyes on you. You raised yours to meet his.

He was angry. No. Not just angry. He was maddened. You could see it, feel it. His threat wasn’t empty, that much you knew, but to commit murder. To kill an innocent… You had pushed him to his breaking point. Finally.

With that thought, & with the two of you staring at one another, all you could do was smile. You had won. You had the power.

And as Clark’s eyes fell to your smiling lips, he saw his eyes darken beyond comprehension. He knew it, too.

You were now the one in control.

after a 3 month hiatus i am very happy & relieved to be back!

this may not be the update you guys were wanting but if you've been following me for sometime you know i have to post in order due to what i like call my 'organizational ocd'.

that being said, summit will be updated next!

i also want to give a huge massive shout out to my followers who have been so kind in messaging me & checking in on me often & just for being patient & understanding. because of you i was able to come back without feeling like i let anyone down, so a massive thank you to you all!

i hope this long-awaited chapter is loved, as i love it a lot haha. anyways, i am happy to be back to my regularly scheduled program!

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hiii now that season four is out i was wondering what your thoughts were on rafe & sofia? andddd if maybe you would be willing to write for them? love ur work!

thank you darlin’!

& i wouldn’t write for them unfortunately. i’d write for rafe ofc but use a different character as a reader as it’d give me more freedom to build the characters personality & whatnot. working with two already established characters isn’t something i typically enjoy doing. it’s why i always create my own side characters & everything rather than using characters from the shows. so i’m sorry😔

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I just want to say that as a fellow writer and as someone whose mom was in a situation very very similar to yours, blood infection and all, take all the time you need. You can only know how mentally and emotionally draining this is once you go through it, and I know that the last thing coming to mind is anything but waiting those calls every day. so take all the time and even more to return and we’ll be here waiting for you.

im sending all the positive energy and prayers for your parents recovery 🙏🏻🩷

thank you, love, this means the world to me💛

i’m so sorry you’re experiencing the same thing. i hope your mama makes a full recovery💛

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lambtotheslaughterr · 5 months ago

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Omggg please take your time i wish you and your family only the best 💕

thank you thank you darlin’💛🥰

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lambtotheslaughterr · 5 months ago

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I miss you and your writing so much😭😭😭 I hope you're doing well and aren't feeling too overwhelmed by life 💓

thank you, love, i will be back very very soon💛

i was going to make an update post today so this is perfect timing. i hope you don’t mind me using your post to update.

long story short: both my mom & my stepdad have been in the hospital back to back with serious conditions. first, my stepdad had two strokes & then they found a tumor in his brain (fortunately it’s benign but where it’s at in the brain is causing the strokes). then just over the last week my mom was in the hospital because she had a blood infection that began to spread to her bladder, kidneys, & appendix. she is currently in recovery but we learned that if she hadn’t gone to the hospital when she had she likely would have either passed in her sleep or gone into a coma.

i have a very difficult time with hospital visits because just three years ago i spent three weeks in a hospital watching my dad die. it was the most traumatic experience & after losing him i am nowhere near mentally or emotionally prepared for my last remaining parents to die.

this is why i haven’t been updating. it’s been a lot of shocking phone calls, bad news, then good news, then more bad news. a constant up & down. lots of crying & panicking & preparing for the worse. i have absolutely no motivation to write.

believe me, i WANT TO SO BADLY. but my focus on my parents is priority right now.

my birthday is next week & i am hoping as long as my parents are in a good place health wise then i might gift myself with updating my blog.

i am so fortunate to have followers & readers like you who are patient, kind, compassionate, & understanding. i love writing for you guys & i have not forgotten about any of you. i will update soon, i sincerely hope so.

thank you again for this very sweet message. you have made my day💛

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lambtotheslaughterr · 6 months ago

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Do you use AO3?

i use it to read! haven’t posted any of my own work on there tho. been wanting to but have no motivation to yet.

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lambtotheslaughterr · 7 months ago

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Ohw era uoy

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When The Bough Breaks : Epilogue

A Rafe Cameron Mini Series

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

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FINALE | MASTERLIST

You felt far away, Rose’s voice a distant mumble in the background. She prattled on beside you to the employee behind the counter. She picked out a couple onesies & insisted on getting them customized with the name of your unborn child, a feature the maternity store offered. But you felt nothing, could feel nothing. Only time you did is when the baby kicked or hiccupped. You wanted to feel ecstatic, lose yourself in the memories & joy from your first pregnancy. But the man who kissed your nearly full term belly at night & whispered to it good morning was far from who you would’ve picked to be a father.

Rafe had spent the last nine months of your pregnancy being the doting husband & affectionate father he prided himself to be. You couldn’t believe how seemed to be completely removed from the reality of the situation—that from the beginning you were an unwilling party. Yet there you were. Shopping for more baby clothes with Rose. You had plenty already, enough to clothe the children of America, but Rose never took no for an answer.

The only relief your pregnancy brought you was that Rafe stopped trying to sleep with you. One night, in the midst of your second trimester, you had woken to blood soaking the sheets. Rafe panicked, sure that the baby had been lost. But the doctor was happy to announce to the both of you that the baby was fine & healthy. However, she did say that sexual activity should be reduced to a minimum, if at all, to prevent any more scares. That’s how often Rafe fucked you.

You dreaded having the baby, not only because it would forever tie you to Rafe, but it meant Rafe would have at you as much as he pleased. You feared another pregnancy. Never before had you prayed for menopause to come early.

“_____.” Rose gently shook your shoulder, her manicured nails piercing you through your sweater. “Have you two decided on a name?”

You mean has Rafe decided on a name, you wanted to say, wanting absolutely nothing to do with this pregnancy. You bit your lip & shook your head. The employee behind the counter frowned, but it wasn’t a hard one. It was almost like she sensed your misery. Rose chuckled awkwardly, “I suppose I’ll ask the father.”

“Ask me what?” Rafe appeared behind you, an arm wrapping around your middle. His hand placed at the center of your swollen belly. He kissed the side of your head.

“The name!” Rose chirped, “I want to get a couple onesies customized.”

“It’ll outgrow them fast, Rose, really it’s not necessary.” You responded, feeling caged in by Rafe & Rose.

“’It’?” Rose sneered but kept the same bright, forced smile on her face, “You two are still insisting on not knowing the gender, I don’t understand.”

It was Rafe who spoke for you, “It’s a surprise. For the both of us.” He brought you into his chest, as if you had a say. You didn’t care what it was. It’d be a monster like it’s father.

“Charlie.” Rafe announced jovially. You glanced back up at him, your brows creased.

“Charlotte if it’s a girl, Charles for a boy.” Rafe held your stomach, “Charlie.”

“Oh, that’s lovely.” Rose turned to the employee, “Charlie it is.”

Rafe pulled you away then, wanting you to join him as he browsed. You didn’t understand why you had to be here. You never suggested any ideas: clothing, names, the nursery theme. It was all Rafe & Rose. Even the outfit you wore was courtesy of Rose. She had said that she never had a pregnancy & wanted to spoil you with maternity clothes. You were positive it was just a way to humiliate you, she dressed you like a Floridian grandmother.

“How much longer?” You questioned once you were a decent distance from Rose.

“Why, are you feeling sick?” Rafe asked but there was no amount of concern in his voice.

“Sick of all of this, yes.” You glared at him. He only smirked in return.

Then he cupped your face, bringing his face in to kiss you. To anyone, you may look the happily married couple, sharing in the enjoyment of their little bundle of joy, but it was all an illusion. Rafe stayed closed to you as he whispered, “You’re stuck with me, _____. Or did you forget our wedding?”

You tried, often, to forget that day. It was a beach wedding. Less than 100 people were in attendance but none of them your friends or allies. It was a day for Rafe to lay claim to his property, not to profess your undying devotion to one another. The whole day was a blur. It’s how you preferred to keep it. Because Rafe was right, you were stuck with him. For better or for worse.

“Now smile.” Rafe dragged a finger under your chin, “You’re too beautiful to frown.”

Rose joined the two of you then, holding up three onesies, “What do we think?”

Charlie Cameron, Daddy’s Little Girl, & Mommy’s Little Boy.

“They’re great, thank you, Rose.” Rafe spoke for the both of you. You ignored the onesies.

“My pleasure.” She grinned, stuffing them into a bag & handing it to you.

You reluctantly took it.

“Now, we must be off.” Rose checked the time on her phone, “We’re meeting your father for lunch remember.”

Ward. If getting pregnant & marrying into the Cameron family was the deepest pits of hell, Ward Cameron was the devil himself. He was the only one that wasn’t trying to fake anything, at least in front of family. In public, he was proud to show you off—the mother of his first grandchild. But in private, he made it no secret that he held you to a certain standard, to remember a certain threat.

Leaving the maternity store, the outlet mall was bustling. It was peak tourism season. Rafe kept a hand on your lower back as he walked at your pace. This pregnancy was incredibly more uncomfortable than your first. With Jesse, you were in bliss & your body responded well to the changes. This one however, your feet were swollen beyond recognition, you suffered indigestion, & your post-partem depression was already settling deep into your bones. The thought & feel of it all made you break into a sweat. You were beginning to feel dizzy.

“I need to sit.” You announced quietly, moving towards a nearby bench. Rose appeared mildly annoyed but gave a tight smile, “Oh, alright.”

“Do you need anything?” Rafe sat beside you, his hand holding yours.

A glass of wine & bottle of pills, but you pushed the quip away, “Water, please. Cucumber water.”

The cucumber was an excuse to send him away, hopefully both of them. Rose sighed but pulled out her phone, “Well go on, Rafe. I’ll call Ward, let him know we’re running late.”

She stepped a few feet away to make the call. Rafe glared at her back before facing you, “God, she’s annoying.”

It was the first time you managed a genuine smile, even if it was small & short-lived.

“I’ll be back. Don’t go anywhere.”

“Like I’d get far.” You mumbled. Rafe cocked his head but smirked, “I’ll chase you down. Always.”

That was a promise, you knew. But thankfully, Rafe left you. For the first time in what felt like weeks you breathed a sigh of relief. Cracking your neck, you ghosted your fingers across your belly, feeling for any movement. It was sleeping. It liked to sleep most often during the daytime, choosing to keep you awake at night. You had a nagging feeling that once it was born sleeping habits would remain the same.

You had your eyes closed, focused on your breathing when you heard footfalls approach you. Initially, you assumed it was Rose, but she had a discernable stomp in her heels. Slowly, you pried your eyes open, perhaps expecting to see a friend of the Cameron’s. But who you saw made you gasp.

“Moses.”

It was really him. He was wearing a powder blue button down tucked into a pair of jeans. His face was clean-shaven, a look unlike him. You stared at one another, though his clearly exhausted eyes were aimed directly at your belly.

“So, it’s true.” The sound of his voice brought tears to your eyes. It was really him! After the divorce was finalized, you never saw or heard from him—only in your dreams. His eyes shifted to the ring on your finger, “That’s not the one I gave you.”

Instinctively, you covered your hand. You wish you could hide your belly but there was no attempting that at the size you were.

“No, I—” But words failed you. What could you say? There was nothing.

“What are you doing here?” You changed focus.

Moses finally looked you in the eyes & your heart ached. It was the same heartbroken expression he carried the night you told him you wanted a divorce. You recalled he had asked you if there was someone else. You had lied. But your lie was on full display now.

“You look…” He started. You finished the sentence in your mind. I look horrid, ghastly, monstrous, an infidel, a whore.

“Beautiful.”

Tears spilled from your eyes as he looked you over. He wasn’t happy, but he wasn’t angry. You knew him well enough to know. He was simply sad. Deeply sad.

“Moses, I. I don’t know what to say.” Your voice shook.

He gave a half-hearted smile, “Are you happy?”

No! You wanted to scream it, to beg him to whisk you away. In a second, you imagined a life with Moses with another man’s baby. Maybe you could love your unborn baby then, if Moses was the one to raise it alongside you.

But you said nothing in response. Moses nodded in minor understanding, “That was rude of me. It’s not my business.”

“No, it’s okay.” You went to stand but he threw out his hand to steady you as you wobbled, adrenaline coursing your veins. “What are you doing here?”

Moses frowned but faked a courtesy smile, “Had some last minute business to finish before moving to my next location.”

“Oh? Where to now? Back home?” You imagined him back in the city, amongst friends & family, all the people there to support him.

“There is no home.” It was an instinctual response, one that you knew wasn’t meant to be said out loud, but you winced still.

“I mean, I am taking a couple years off. Going to travel. See the world.”

A dream the two of you shared. With Jesse.

“That’s…” Awful. “..amazing.” You gulped, “Where are you off to first?”

“Amsterdam.” Moses said faintly, but his eyes could only take you all in as you stood before him.

“Moses, that’s—”

“_____!” You jumped at the sound of your name. Spinning around, it was Rafe, holding a plastic coffee cup with water & floating cucumbers.

“No.” You whispered it so lowly, only you could hear it.

Rafe looked murderous. His eyes strained directly on your ex-husband. But Rafe hid his animosity as best as he could, joining the two of you, his arm draped across your shoulders. Moses pressed his lips together, a deep frown forming.

“Rafe, this is—”

“I know who it is.” Rafe smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. He held out his hand, “The ex-husband. We’ve actually never met before.”

“Only once, actually.” Moses replied, the same feigned kindness in his voice, “You were flirting with my wife in the backyard when we came over for dinner long ago.”

They shook hands. You watched as Rafe tightened his hold on Moses’ hand, “My wife now.”

Moses half-scoffed, half-chuckled, lowering his hand, “She’s an excellent one.”

“I know.” Rafe’s voice hardened, likely annoyed that Moses was unfazed by his attempt to assert dominance.

“I’m sure you do.” Moses peered at him suspiciously but finally looked to you, “It was nice seeing you, _____.”

“You, as well.” It took everything in you to not spill the truth about everything. But picturing him behind bars stopped you. It always did. Now you were only strangers.

“You’re going to be a wonderful mother.”

An inaudible sob escaped you. You brought your hand to your mouth to keep from crying uncontrollably.

“Thank you.” Rafe answered for you, his eyes never leaving Moses. But Moses didn’t give him any more attention.

“Well, goodbye.” Moses took a step back. You went to mirror him, follow him, but Rafe tightened his hold on you.

“Goodbye, Moses.”

Tears skipped down your cheeks as you watched Moses walked away from you.

Rafe exhaled loudly, heavily. He stepped into your line of sight, cutting out Moses entirely.

“That was…eventful.” His hands smoothed your hair before wiping at the tears on your cheeks, “But it’s time you move on. We have our own adventure waiting for us.” A hand fell to your belly. Rafe smiled proudly.

“Whatever you say.” You mumbled.

Rafe kissed you on your cheek before bringing his lips to your ear, “Smile, _____.”

He pulled back to look you in your eyes. Your stomach kicked.

“It’s the beginning of the rest of your life. And I will always be by your side.”

And you knew it to be true.

But you decided then, in that exact moment, that you were going to be everything Moses said you were. You were going to be a wonderful mother. If not for yourself, but for the sake of the life inside you. The baby couldn’t help who it’s father was, but it could benefit from having you as their mother. You swore, you promised.

Rafe had won. You couldn’t be saved. But your baby could. And you’d dedicate your life to protecting & loving the life within you.

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