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A Widow's Web

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Summary: Maybe trusting a stranger you met in the middle of the night wasn't your smartest decision, so you had to pay the price. tw: nsfw, female reader, female yandere, non - con, possessive behavior, hinted stalking, hinted domestic abuse (not reader)

It was late at night, around twelve o’clock. You had worked extra hours again in the shitty bakery where people stopped by only when having hit rock bottom. You were still wearing your uniform and that uncomfortable mini skirt that riled up to your thighs with each step, the grease turning your plain white shirt yellow in the worst places. Your legs hurt from standing up all day and you were tired to death, alone in the sketchiest part of town. Fuck your life, you really should have listened to your friend when she tried to get you into signing for that weird sugar baby site. Oh well, too late now.

The scenery was silent for less than a minute, and then the outskirts of the city you knew by heart started changing into a horror show. You noticed the puddle of blood soaking the soil before you saw the body curled up against the tree. You took a step towards it, but hesitated for a moment, weighing out the danger of getting closer. At the end your concern (and somewhat twisted curiosity) won, and you kneeled next to the corpse.

It was a woman with hair as white as snow, unnaturally so. It was glowing in the pale moonlight and you might have got the desire to run your fingers through it had you not known she was dead. Her eyes were closed and her long wet lashes had covered the upper side of her colorless cheeks. Her skin was colder than the night, but when you finally gathered the courage to check her pulse you realized her heart was still beating, and the surprise caused to jump back. The stranger opened her eyes slowly, their pure grayness piercing right through your shaken form.

“W-what… What are you doing?” Her voice was deep and hoarse as if even her throat was dried up with blood. You couldn’t help, but stare at the scarlet lipstick smeared all over her chin, a sheer contrast to her paperwhite skin quickly turning blue from the freezing winter air. “If you are another one of Chuck’s mindless goons you can tell him to go fuck himself. You can pry the information over my cold dead body.” The woman coughed, a nasty dry cough, there was something sharp and intimidating in her accent. She wasn’t from here.

“I don’t know who that is…” You started off softly, careful not to provoke her as you knew any sudden movement might have worsened her condition. “I just wanted to see if you were alright. Sorry if I scared you.” You mumbled under your breath, gently placing your hand on her forehead. “You’re burning up!” You bit your lip, growing more and more panicked. The woman’s lips curled into the ghost of a smile, which made her features even more mysterious.

“Well, ain’t you just the sweetest.” The stranger said cynically, tone harsh and mocking, but you chose to ignore the rude remark - you were too worried she might pass out any time soon.

“We should call an ambulance!” You exclaimed, shaking her shoulders slightly to get her attention, which soon proved unsuccessful. “Don’t you even think about it, dollface.” The woman spat out with a growl, and you were torn between fear, worry and some embarrassment underneath it all due to the inappropriate pet name. You managed to focus, though, once you saw her wince in pain. It wasn’t time for jokes.

“You are obviously in pain. Please let me help you.” You whispered, hoping to appeal to her common sense, but the ice blonde turned you down with just one glance. “It’s nothing I haven’t dealt with before, sugar. You should worry about your own cute ass.” The woman stared at you for a short moment, but it was enough to make you feel like a quivering rabbit in front of a predator, albeit an injured one. “There are many dangerous people out there.” Her voice suddenly leveled, the most serious and stern it had been so far. “People like me, for example.” That part was barely audible, clearly not meant for you to hear, and it sent shivers down your spine. As if Wednesday couldn’t get any worse.

“W-what do you mean?” You asked only to be ignored completely, so you settled for watching the stranger slowly get back on her feet, supporting her as she staggered, her balance shaky and unstable. The woman groaned, suddenly dizzy and disoriented. Her head was throbbing, she had a terrible headache, possibly even a concussion - she couldn’t tell yet.

“If you want to help me so much, let me spend the night at your place. My home is too far away and I am a bit light - headed.” She basically commanded you, eyes narrowed and trained on you. You looked at her in disbelief - her stomach was a bloody mess and her clothes were ripped apart to shreds, pieces of fabric barely hanging. You couldn’t help but wonder what exactly had happened to this beautiful, terrifying person. You weren’t sure what made you agree to take her in, whether it was her demanding tone or your own unhealthy nosy inquisitiveness, but your lips formed “yes” before you could think about it properly. She could be a murderer or even worse - a loan shark in disguise. But you couldn’t leave her alone in this pitiful state, or you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself. So you said yes.

* * *

The walk was longer than you had expected since you had to take care of the woman the whole time. You learnt her name was Sylvia, and she refused to give you her surname. You told yourself it was due to privacy and not because she was going to rob you and was worried you would be able to identify her to the police. That would have been too pathetic even for you.

You finally stood before your apartment, key in hand. Out of the blue you felt conscious, almost embarrassed for no apparent reason. Okay, maybe there was a reason, but it was really stupid. And it wasn’t even your fucking fault.

You unlocked the door and helped Sylvia enter the threshold, taking off her high heels for her. She limped to the corridor, taking a moment to look at her reflection in the mirror before making a particularly sour face. It made her look younger, child - like. “I look like shit. I hate those guys, they always leave the ugliest fucking scars.” The blonde murmured to herself, running her fingers through her hair, still as silky as before despite the wind and the sweat and the rain. It was unnaturally perfect, almost scarily so.

“Please strip and go wait in the bath for me.” You asked of her gently as you handed her a white clean towel. “I will warm up the bedroom.” You promised, gritting your teeth as you wondered how you would be able to afford the electricity bill this month. You practically never used the air conditioner, but there was no getting around it this time - your guest was already hurt, she didn’t need hypothermia on top of all her other problems.

“Take it slow, baby… We just met. Although I have to admit you’re a pretty little thing.” The woman replied shortly after, smirking as she saw you get more and more flustered, now towering over you at full height, and for the first time tonight you noticed just how tall and strong she was when not stooping or writhing in pain. You had no idea where she got the energy to flirt and play around while so badly injured, but you couldn’t let it get to you. Now you had an important mission, it was vital that you remember the short first help course you had taken six months prior. It was mandatory for the job, being located in the most dangerous part of the town and all. You had treated all your coworkers so far, be it from street fights or some less than polite clients taking their frustrations out, but you had never had to deal with such a big wound. You could only hope everything would work out fine.

“Please stop teasing me. I need to inspect your cut, it might be infected.” You pleaded, still as concerned and scared of the procedure ahead of you, which finally seemed to convince Sylvia to stop her little jests. “Sure, Doc.” She bantered, but there was no mockery to her words this time. She started walking around the room, stopping every five seconds to gawk at the broken low three-legged chairs and the chipped off paint on the walls, and you felt your cheeks turn red for the third time. Living in a tiny studio apartment hadn’t been your plan initially, you had always dreamed of a cozy, comfortable place in the center, but it was what you were stuck with now, barely making ends meet. Fortunately the blonde spared you the shame and humiliation, and refrained from commenting on your pitiful situation.

You made yourself busy, trying to give your guest enough space to undress and get ready. Meanwhile you boiled some water and found a tiny tube of Neosporin that you were keeping in your drawer. You inhaled sharply before ripping apart one of your oldest blouses, a clothing so gray, bleached out and scattered it should have been in the trash long ago. You created rag tapes out of the rough material and gathered everything, heading for the bath.

Sylvia was already naked, leaning against the cement walls - you couldn’t get them tiled last year because the electricity bills had rosen unexpectedly. Inflation was a bitch, constantly breathing in your neck along with poverty. It never seemed to end - you didn’t want to think about it though. You worried about money enough as it was.

The woman was in good physical shape, her body looked strong and muscular, almost fully covered in old scars and bruises, leaving the skin pink and tender in certain places. Her long white - blond hair was covering her breasts, giving her an almost angelic look. She was beautiful indeed, but the only thing you could think about right now was the long red line across her stomach and the bloodied water you had just stepped in. At least she had already done the cleaning part. At least you didn’t have to touch the blood yourself.

You gulped dry, and finally walked up to her. The stranger didn’t seem fazed by her own vulnerability or even the injury, she was absolutely calm, if a bit bored. She was aching for the bitter burning taste of tobacco on her tongue, she could already feel the nervous twitch in her eyelid from the lack of nicotine.

“Ya done staring, sweetness?” She asked with a smug look on her face as she arched her back, hissing lowly as the movement put pressure on the wound. You clicked your tongue, annoyed by the remark, but went on to clean the cut anyways, careful not to hurt her even more. When you were sure it was disinfected you applied the antibiotic and bandaged the area as well as you could. “You got lucky. The wound is long, but not too deep.” You hummed as if you were deep in thought. “You’ll probably live.” You decided to joke, but it came out dry and humorless. Sylvia was amused nonetheless, giving you a crooked smile in return. “But you should really get it checked tomorrow. Preferably at a real hospital by an actual professional, as normal people do.”

“I don’t think I consider myself normal, doll.” She said somewhat vaguely with a deep frown, shrugging. “But whatever you say goes. Your wish is my command, Doc.” Your guest teased you with two perfectly shaped eyebrows raised up and a quick hand reminiscing a salute.

“How did this happen anyways? Were you attacked by this Chuck guy you spoke about earlier?” You asked, suddenly reminded of how utterly, radiciously scary the situation was once you dismiss the stupid pick up lines the victim had been coming up with. “It’s none of your fucking business, doll.” Sylvia replied almost immediately, her harsh tone causing you to bite down the next intruding question. Maybe she just wasn’t in the mood for cross-examinations so late into the night, or so you hoped was the reason for her sudden outburst.

You looked down at the floor to cool off and you noticed a big red contour tattoo on her hip, illustrating a dragon. The picture felt oddly familiar, but you couldn’t quite remember where you had seen it last. You had to admit you weren’t exactly aware of the latest ink trends, but you could say for sure that the art was beautifully done against the white canvas, and for a moment you wanted to touch the thin scarlet lines, but you didn’t.

“Can you turn around, please? I want to check for additional damage.” You broke the tense silence, surprising even yourself with just how medical your request had sounded. Maybe in another life you would have been a nurse. The woman nodded and slowly faced the wall, clenching her teeth as her chest touched the stone cold concrete. You had to surpass your gasp.

“Your back…” You started off, unable to continue. The stranger’s back was black and blue with bruises, cuts and burns, there was barely skin left unscratched. Your heart started aching. “Yeah.” Sylvia whispered, unmoving. Completely still. “Were it the same people who sta–”

“It was my husband.” She interrupted you impatiently, biting her lower lip. The bruises were starting to appear purple and green under the terrible lighting, and you wished you had some ointment or one of those fancy esoteric oil bottles to soothe the pain, but you had nothing. Nothing, but the apologies on your tongue. “Don’t frown. I can feel your pity on my skin.” She spat out in a bitter, commanding voice, and you almost missed the light - heartedness of her snarky remarks from earlier. “I don’t need it.” A deep breath. “He’s dead, doll. Been for a while.” You could feel her frame shake slightly, whether from the freezing air or the rotten memories, you couldn’t quite tell. “The bruises never faded. The motherfucker knew how to throw a good punch, damn it.” There was a slight smirk creeping in her tone now.

You were speechless, at a loss of words. You had no idea how to comfort her, but fortunately you didn’t need to. “Don’t say anything.” The woman ordered, voice softening as she felt your delicate hands massage her stiff shoulders. You didn’t inform her that there weren’t any new injuries on her back, that much was obvious. “You are good to go.” You muttered, your hands hanging at your sides in a silly, helpless way. Your guest turned to look at you, taking the towel you had left at the bottom shelf nearby and covering herself with it. “Can I take a shower?” She asked, and you swiftly nodded. Anything to make the poor girl feel at home.

It was way past two in the morning when Sylvia finally entered the bedroom, dressed in your favorite loose pajamas, the cartoonish pattern laughable when compared to how tough and intimidating the one wearing them looked. You were still tossing around in hopes of falling asleep, despite how tired you were, all fruitlessly. Your mind wouldn’t stop thinking of worse and worse scenarios, playing the bloody scene from tonight over and over again.

“Why are you sleeping on the ground, Y/N?” The words came out deeper and huskier than intended, and for some unknown to you reason the raspiness made you feel all warm and tingly inside. You ignored it. “Don’t be ridiculous. There is enough space on the bed for both of us.” The woman insisted, stomping her foot like a frustrated child.

She was being considerate, tactical - you could sense it in her very movement, stepping from one side to the other, awkwardly waiting for you to stand up and lay on the bed. The truth was it wasn’t big enough for two people, it could barely pass a single bed, much less a double. But your guest seemed unrelenting, going as far as to take away your pillow from underneath your head and placing it next to her own on the mattress. You finally gave in and sat on the edge of the bed. She pushed you down lightly, playfully, caging you underneath her.

”Are you scared that the big bad she - wolf would take advantage of you in your most vulnerable state, baby?” Sylvia cooed at you, grinning from ear to ear. You gulped dry, looking anywhere, but into her gray, bottomless eyes. Your cheeks were heating up with the power of speed. “Don’t worry, sugar, I would never touch such a sweet thing like you before a proper first date. I am a woman of principles after all.” She winked at you, then let you go before you could shove at her chest, completely forgotten about her injury. “You play around too much. Go to sleep already.” You blurted out, hiding your reddened face in your pillow and muffling the scream you wanted to let out. You must have been alone for too long if this was enough to get you all winded up.

“Is this how you treat your patient?” Your guest signed theatrically, placing her right hand over her heart, her eyelashes fluttering animatedly. “So cold hearted, tsk.” She scowled dramatically and finally laid down next to you as you rolled your eyes. It had been a long, long day.

* * *

You woke up uncharacteristically late, not a trace of fatigue on your face - something you certainly weren’t used to since you rarely slept deep enough to rest properly. It was always too cold, too lonely, too quiet. Today was different. Today you woke up to warmth, to the sweet aroma of cinnamon and honey, and a fragrance so expensive and delicate you simply assumed you wouldn’t have the chance to smell it again, so you allowed yourself to drown in it, at least for a moment. And then you opened your eyes and almost screamed upon realizing that there was a stranger in your bed, who, on top of everything else, was currently snuggled across your chest. Only once you had got out of her tight grip did you remember all the bizarre events of last night.

“Mhhh, where are you going?” The woman muttered half - asleep, looking at the clock on the wall over her shoulder. Her voice was deep and raspy, and it made you feel like some clutz failing to leave quick enough after a bad one - night stand. “It’s barely eight, go back to sleep, Doc.” She murmured, then turned to the other side, closing her eyes again.

No. No, no, no, no, no! This couldn’t be true, it couldn’t be eight o’clock. You couldn’t have forgotten about your shift. You had to go to work at five today and take care of the baked goods, but now it was too late. You reached out for your phone, hoping the other employee was up and would be able to cover up for you, but there was already a long, all caps message on your screen from your boss, informing you in great detail just how disappointed he was of your mistake. Apparently you had already been walking on thin ice and this was the final nail in the coffin. You were officially fired. You couldn’t even get your last salary because you had asked to have it earlier due to a rather impatient, pissed off landlord. You felt like crying, but the lump in your throat made it impossible to let out a sound.

“Is everything okay?” Sylvia yawned, slowly getting up while she tried to rub the sleep off her eyes. “Shit, did something happen?” Her gaze suddenly sharpened, gray eyes turning almost black in a flash as she moved right in front of you. So close she could practically hear the sobs pilling in your chest like stones on top of your lungs. Next thing she knew your eyes were filled with big pearly tears and you were shaking like a leaf. “Y/N, tell me what’s wrong!” The blonde shook your shoulders, stern and demanding. “Please…” Her voice and her grasp softened, pouty pink lips forming the shape of a hard. You took a deep breath.

“They fired me.” You clenched your teeth, fighting the hiccups and your internal urge to fall to your knees - if only she wasn’t here right now you might have. “I had one thing to do and I forgot, I don’t have any saved money, my bank account is a fucking joke, I can’t even go to my paren– ” You blabbered manically, seconds away from hyperventilation, when the woman pulled you against her body into a tight hug.

“Calm down.” Sylvia whispered, holding you close. So close you could hear the way her heart thumped into the silence. “Calm down, okay? Everything will be alright.” You were ready to keep panicking, but she was so soft and her tone was so reassuring for a moment it was all you could focus on - her rhythmic heartbeat and that familiar warmth. “You will be fine, I will make sure of it.”

“You will?” You raised your head, hating just how small, how hopeful you probably looked at that moment, doe eyes and all. Sylvia sucked in a breath before answering. "Yes." She licked her lips. "I owe you big time, doll. You saved my life." The woman reached to take your hands in hers before looking at the clock and clicking her tongue in annoyance. “I have to leave soon, but you can have my number.” Her smile was warm, sincere, even serene, and you instantly felt better. She handed you a small piece of paper. “Call me whenever you feel ready. I will find you some nice, easy job, mkay?” The blonde promised, and you nodded like a little kid in front of their favorite teacher. It was terribly comforting to be able to rely on someone after being all alone for so long.

You ended up calling her three days later.

* * *

Apparently Sylvia was wealthy, no, more than wealthy. She was filthy rich. Loaded. You had needed a bit of time to process that information the first time you stepped inside her mansion and she explained what was required of you now that you were to work for her.

“It must have been fate for us to meet. I’ve been searching for a new maid since forever.” Sylvia laughed wholeheartedly as she took you on a short trip around the house. “You will take care of the first floor. You don’t have to clean every single room, just the ones currently in use. Got it?” She asked and you bobbed your head quickly. You were already embarrassed to have asked a complete stranger for help, you didn't want to look inadequate on top of everything else.

“You can bake, right?” The blonde kept interrogating you. You mumbled an incoherent “yes” and kept trying to walk with her pace, but to no avail. You couldn’t remember telling the woman just what your tasks had been at your old job, but you had probably let it slip during all the crying and sobbing. You still felt pathetic, but you had to move on, and quickly at that. You wanted to be professional and make your new boss proud for you realized she had taken a chance by hiring you and not someone with more experience as a housekeeper. You were very lucky to have stumbled upon such a generous person.

“That’s great. I don’t have breakfast very often, but I expect something sweet each morning to go with my coffee. Do you think you can deal with all that, princess?” Sylvia explained sweetly, reassuringly. You reached to shake her hand, offering her a confident, playful grin. You wanted to show she hadn’t made a mistake.

“Of course, boss.”

***

It had been yet another long day of cleaning, cooking and keeping your lady company, the last being the most important part of it. At the beginning you had focused all your energy on keeping the house tidy, but as more time went on you noticed that being an active listener and a good friend seemed to please Sylvia more than any of your other efforts. She also really enjoyed your glazed donuts. It was the perfect exchange.

Today was a bit frustrating, though. You were tired and sweaty after polishing the floor in the living room, so you decided to take a bath just to find out that your shower was broken. Fortunately, your boss was kind enough to offer to let you use her own tub as it was the only other one in the house which already had heated up water running. You had tried to decline politely, not wanting to come off as insolent, but after a bit of persuasion on the blonde’s side you gave in. She said it wasn’t a problem and you believed her. And why wouldn’t you? Aside from the occasional snarky remark or silly attempt at flirting, she had been nothing, but patient and considerate to you so far.

The hot shower calmed your nerves down, the water running down your shoulder blades simply washing the fatigue away. Her bath was spacious, sparkling, golden - nothing like the tiny cramped one in your old apartment or even the comfortable, but modest one in your new room. You looked at yourself in the mirror, two months at the mansion and you already looked so much healthier and brighter than you were ever before. The color was back in your cheeks, just like the little wrinkles in the corners of your lips from smiling and laughing out loud, something you couldn’t afford while working your life away in the bakery. All your needs were met, all your desires provided for - you couldn’t complain, not really.

You stepped out of the bath, shivering from the contact with the cold air, then quickly dried yourself off. You let the white towel fall down on the floor, kicking it to the side.

You reached to pick the pijamas Sylvia had left for you (how the tables had turned), just to realize it was a silky white nightgown barely reaching your knees that looked more like a dress than a proper nightwear. You put it on against your better judgment as you didn’t want to insult your boss, the very reason you weren’t currently rotting on the street or working to death in some sketchy corner. You were brushing your hair when the noise of the door opening startled you, and you turned towards it.

“Shit, doll, you look beautiful.” The blonde whispered under her breath, leaning against the door frame, but you caught on. You could feel her gaze all your body, your skin flushed as you became hyper aware of just how flimsy the material of your gown was. The woman moved closer to you, and you instinctively took a step back. At that moment she reminded you far too much of the shady, scary men that used to frequent your old job. She was wearing a tightly - fitted white shirt with rolled up sleeves and a black tie, dark red lipstick adorning her delicate lips. That was the first time you saw the tattoos on her hands, all the various depictions of dragons, demons and big, bold Cyrillic letters.

“Thank you. It’s a beautiful piece.” You answered gingerly, tiptoing in one place. She was close now, so close you could see just how white and ethereal her locks were, the way her eyes narrowed with some unexplainable, unnatural sorrow. “I’ve never worn something like this before. It feels nice.” You admitted, smiling half - heartedly. “I’m really grateful to you, you know...” You said in a quiet voice as you reached for her hand and entangled your fingers with her slender ones. Her skin was cold, and you wanted so bad to make her feel warm the way she had you. “For everything.” It was but a mutter. Inaudible, yet holding so much meaning, so much power.

The woman looked at you for a moment, but it felt like eternity. She was completely still, as if taken aback by your gratitude, irises wide and burning with the type of raw emotion you couldn’t quite name.

“Princess…” She started off, tone hesitant and breathy. Her grip felt hot now, like a flame.

“Why do you always call me by such nicknames?” You asked just to break the tense atmosphere, but it seemed to have the opposite effect when your cheeks began heating up. Sylvia exhaled slowly, cracking her knuckles. You sat on the edge of the bed. Then, out of the blue, she burst out laughing. She laughed until tears formed in her eyes.

“C’mon, doll, even you can’t be that naive.” The lady of the house stated with certain amusement, and you stared on, dumbfounded. “The whole innocent act was cute in the beginning, but you can’t really expect me to believe you really are so fucking dense.” She continued, circling you like you were a shiny new toy, put on display for her to admire, to sully with dirty hands. You could hear the annoying voice at the back of your head alerting you for the thin - veiled danger ahead, but you chose to ignore it.

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” You gulped dry, crossing your arms in front of your body in a protective manner. You had never seen the blonde so serious before and it was, frankly, alarming.

“Really?” Sylvia sneered mockingly, then shoved you down until your back hit the soft mattress. “That’s okay, princess. I will show you exactly what I’m talking about.” The woman promised, dark and brooding like the night as she cupped your chin roughly and attacked your lips. She didn’t lose time in offering you fleeting touches or fluttering kitten licks, didn’t try to ease you into it, she wasn’t here to love you tonight, but to devour you to the bone. She bit and scratched and pushed her tongue deep into your throat until you couldn’t breath and your lips were bruised, bloody and swollen. Then she licked the red off. “Do you get it now?” The monster pulled your hair up, forcing you to arch your back and look up at her and her alone while she hissed in your ear. She looked out of this world, like an enraged God ready to wipe out the earth and all the miserable human beings surrounding it.

“...” You opened your mouth to scream, but the businesswoman shuffled your fearful cries with another hungry, wet kiss. It was like the air had been punched out of your lungs, like Aphrodite herself was tearing you apart. You weren’t sure whether to be thankful or crawl into a fatal position.

“I want you.” Sylvia purred, but it came out more threatening than seductive. You struggled and thrashed in feeble hopes of freeing yourself from her grasp, but she was surprisingly strong - you couldn't move even an inch. “I’ve always wanted you, ever since that day I saw you in the bakery.” She lowered her voice and inhaled your sweet aroma as she ran her fingers through your hair, this time almost gently. “You were so cute in that tiny blue skirt. I wanted to rip it apart and fuck you against the wall while everyone watched on.” The woman talked on and on, making you more and more afraid by the minute. “I wanted to claim you, baby.” Cold shivers ran down your spine - she was towering over you. “Wanted to show everyone who you fucking belong to.”

“You knew me beforehan–” You tried to ask, but it came out as a squeak, small and hopeless. Your tormentor bit down on your jugular and started sucking on your sweet spot, and you had to actively fight the paltry mewls from escaping your lips.

“Of course I did, silly.” The blonde confessed without a trace of shame on her face as she left a trail of kisses from your neck to your collarbone. You squirmed uncomfortably, but there was nothing you could do. “I had you stalked for weeks before I made my move.” She tore your nightgown to shreds, leaving you completely bare, aside from your cotton panties. You wanted to hug yourself, to do something, anything to hide from her burning gaze, but she had your wrists pinned down with just one hand, while the other was free to roam around your body freely. “It was adorable, the way you tried to help me that night. Didn’t even realize I was faking the whole thing.”

“Stop touching me!” You shouted, the hot tears prickling in your eyes like countless thin needles. “You… You lied to me!” You spat out with venom, hating just how pained, how betrayed your voice sounded. “You are a monster!” You howled, but it was all pointless now. You were truly a fool for walking right into the wolf’s den.

“And you let this monster into your home.” Sylvia replied, you could practically feel her teasing smirk against your skin. “Into your bed.” She whispered, groping your breasts roughly, only stopping to appreciate the light red hue her not so gentle touches had given them. “Admit it, doll. If you weren’t such a stupid, naive little girl, nothing of this would have happened.” The woman observed eerily, obsession, lust and possession flooding her muddy gray eyes that you had once called warm and kind. Benevolent. “If you had made the right choices in life you wouldn’t be here right now, writhing underneath me.” She chuckled and you had to clench your eyes tight. Of all the things she could have said, she had picked the one she knew would upset you the most - whether to spite you or throw you off balance, you weren’t sure.

“But I am glad you did. Honestly.” Sylvia divulged giddily, giggling like a schoolgirl as she pressed a light peck to your belly. “The world is a scary place. You could never survive on your own, doll.” She licked her lips. “I will protect you. I will do anything for you.” The woman slid your panties down and spread your legs to place them over her shoulders, simultaneously countering your kicks as they came. You had never felt so vulnerable in your life, even back at your shitty job when you had to serve mobs, criminals and perverts. “All you have to do in return is give yourself to me.” Her hand was stroking your open folds now, messaging around gently. “Obey me.” She pushed two fingers into your tight hole and twirled them around until your walls got accustomed to the invasive touch and loosened up slightly. It wasn’t long before you felt a trail of slick run down your thighs, and you hated yourself for it, yet couldn’t help the blush from reddening your cheeks. Tears of shame spilled down your face and soon you were ugly - crying, unable to hide the humiliation. “Be my good girl and let me take care of you.” The woman commanded, her domineer aura growing stronger and stronger.

“I’ll add another finger now, baby. Try to relax or you might hurt yourself.” Her tone suddenly softened, but her fingers kept a steady pace of stretching your walls. The strain was uncomfortable, pervasive and unfamiliar to your core, but beneath the stinging pain there was a growing feeling of pleasure. You bit your lower lip in a desperate attempt to hold in your moans for as long as you could. “I know it hurts, doll, but I have to do it.” She cooed in your ear, stroking your hair, trying to get you to calm down as if she wasn’t the one causing you pain. “I have to stretch you out so you would be able to take my strap next time.” Her moves became quicker and rougher, she was fucking you now, not simply trying to work your muscles. “I can’t wait. I bet you would look so cute while I take you apart. ” You frowned because it was the only thing you could do to show your disgust with her cruelty.

Your pussy was losing the fight, gummy walls sucking in her fingers and refusing to let go. Sylvia then started rubbing your clit and flicking it gently, relishing in the bold, loud, boderline pornographic moans that ripped from your sore throat.

“Good girl.” She mumbled against your neck, hot, wet and heavy. You couldn’t stand the obscene noises of her palm slamming against your most sensitive parts, but it was too late. “Come for me, doll. Show me who you belong to.” Next time you knew you were crying out with your muscles tightening at the command, clenching around her digits as the orgasmic waves of bliss washed over your whole body, and she allowed you to bury your head in the crook of your neck, too overwhelmed by the unwanted pleasure. You felt like you could pass out from the sheer exhaustion and mental pain, but the blonde didn’t think so.

“Aw, sweetheart, don’t get soft on me now. We’re just getting started.” She cooed as she pushed you even further into the mattress and lowered her head to the level of your wet, messy hole. “This sweet cunt…” She ran her thumb along your slit and gave it a quick teasing kitten lick, which left you whimpering. Your conscience was fighting against the desperation, but your body made it painfully clear it wanted her to absolutely ruin you. “It owes me many more orgasms.” Your attacker smirked and you had to look away. “And I always take my due.”

#women <3 #sylvia’s mindset is kinda weird imo #she had an abusive husband #then turns around and is abusive to us??#guess abusive tendencies isn’t just passed down through families #triggering #nsfw

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