#Emotional/Psychological Abuse

[vivianleighwishesshewasme]

Captive to a Shelby-Gina

Dark Thomas and very dark triggering themes. DO NOT INTERACT IF UNDER 18!** This chapter gets violent and almost non con**

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“ Do you remember how we met Gina?” Gina groaned wishing Tommy would go to sleep and leave her alone. It was 2 am and this was the first time in weeks she’d been in this room let alone their bed.

She’d essentially moved into the nursery with Penelope and slept miserable on a cot. During the day she’d ignore her husband and refuse to answer any of his questions, even when written on paper.

She’d been delivered a newspaper a week past Ronnie’s death confirming the accident near the country, something about a wayward cow that had wandered from the herd and stood in the middle of a two track road near a curve. Ronnie didn’t stand a chance.

Tommy had stood at the bottom of the stairwell that night asking Gina repeatedly if she’d read the article and why she still insisted that it was his fault. She enraged him when she’d literally shrugged her shoulders and closed the door to Charlie's room.

It had been three weeks of her icing him out, now flowers, diamonds and her favorite foods were constantly showing up.

It wouldn’t be her madness that bankrupted them by forcing Tommy to lose his position in whatever company he worked for. It would be his refusal to leave his estranged pregnant wife alone while hounding her with expensive gifts.

The only reason she went to the bedroom tonight had been Ada and Polly’s insistence to stay the night and help Tommy through Gina’s “temper tantrum.”

Gina honestly couldn’t be bothered to get angry about that. Ada wandering into her kids room and keeping them awake while scolding Gina had forced her hand to her marital bed and thus time alone with the object of her disdain. Her awfully wedded husband.

“Gina, did you hear me? I know you're not asleep Gina, your breathing hasn’t changed.” He shook her shoulders trying to get her attention. She shrugged him off roughly and flopped on her back, glarking at him from the slits in her eyes.

“Christ Thomas, I can hear you! I can always hear you! I lost some of my brain, not my hearing. Although if you want to take that next time too I’d appreciate it.” Her scalding tongue raged at him. He only smiled in response and brushed away stray hair so he could see all her face.

Of course she didn't remember. He knew she didn't. She wasn't even sure if he told her that she'd believe him.

He grabbed at her, spooning her against his larger muscular frame. He rubbed her stomach slowly as if comforting himself or the baby.

“ It was a late August night. At a summer Fair. I was with Arthur and Polly looking for a woman.” She listened begrudgingly and squeezed her eyes closed hoping he'd stop talking. She heard the hiss of his lighter as it sprang to light.

She smelled the tobacco burning a few moments later. She hated when he smoked near her head. She worried about being set ablaze.

If Grace's ghost was any indication she should fear a gun. He didn't seem like the type to repeat himself. He'd probably be more creative with her if it ever came to that.

“ I had been following a few girls here and there. One caught my eye. She was beautiful, full hips, breasts and light brown hair. She would have been a good breeder. Nice smile and very kind girl. She spoke well and soft, demure” Gina could feel her stomach lurch as if wanting to vomit hearing Thomas discuss this crush at a fair. He sounded a lot far away and wistful, Gina had secretly wished he had chosen her.

“ What does this have to do with me Tommy? She sounds like your dream girl.” Gina hadn’t meant to blurt out her thoughts. It has been happening more and more often lately. She was too stressed to filter herself.

“ Physically yes, she had friends though that kept trailing her. They'd come together to see the animals, eat pie and have fun. One girl was as insipid as the one I was interested in, the other kept trying to pull her friends away. She was weary of me. Thin, highly intuitive and bitchy. She has her long blonde hair pulled up into a high ponytail, white button down shirt and red shorts with red heels. That one was a spicy, sexy little minx.” He wrapped his now cigaretta free hands around Gina drawing her even more uncomfortably closer to him. She couldn’t fight him off now.

It was him or Ada. She is ready to unlock Tommy’s top draw and end it all. She didn’t want to hurt her baby though.

“The last one sounded like she cared about her friends and was smart to keep them away.” Gina tried ignoring the heat building between them. It was making her ill as was the story.

“ Yeah, after the fifth rejection I realized I like the bratty one. She challenged me, intrigued me and was good at slipping me. I didn't want her to do that anymore.” He nipped at her jaw and ear. His hands were also roughly roaming her tiny frame.

They hadn’t touched in weeks.

“ Why am I terrified for her….wait…who was this girl?” Gina tried praying and paw at him to get him off. She felt trapped.

“ Patience Gina, I'm getting to that.” He pulled up her yellow silk slip forcing the air to lick at her exposed skin. She’d worn underwear tonight, now she was grateful for the barer not that he could strip the silk from her easily in one fluid downward motion.

“I found her alone in the parking lot, she and her boyfriend had just broken up the day before apparently. He wanted to reconcile so she waited by her vehicle. He never came. When she tried turning to leave a sharp pain filled her head.” Gina whipped her head back trying to hit him. He was too used to all her moves by now. His strong arm came around and pinned her head in place. His hot breath touched her ear.

“ You knocked her out.” she accused. She knew she was right. He’d knocked her out. She’d been the friend who had protected the others and ignored the bad man. That had been what attracted him to her?

“The brain does funny things Gina when its injured. It's truly interesting to study. When you woke up you didn’t remember your name. I took seven months to woo you and get you pregnant. You're quite loyal if you are told to be.” He kissed her roughly. She didn’t fight it. Whenever she got out of line he’d knock her out and knock her up?

“ Are you a scientist now? I knew you were fucked up in the head Tommy, this is an all time low? Why are you telling me this?” Gina’s questioning always had only one answer if she was lucky and it wasn’t even a full answer.

“ Of sorts, lots of people are interested in the human condition. Some it's behavior or story telling, for some it's how the body itself works. I like women's resilience, intelligence and intuition.” His calloused hands were now groping her exposed breasts.

He always managed to take her by surprise. She hated it.

“ Are you studying me Tommy? Is that why you torture me?” Her tone was laced with snotty accusations. She knew he couldn’t stand it when she got bratty.

“ Torture you? No,Gina, don't be an uncultured brat. I honestly adore you. You are always beating me and tossing curve balls into my well laid plans. I admire you.” He sounded truly as if he was out of breath in awe. She scoffed and twisted but sadly gave him access to toss the silk completely off of her. She kicked at him trying to get him off.

She didn’t think he’d force himself on her, truthfully she’d been such a wanton whore he hadn’t had to ask for sex.

“ You have a funny way of showing it. Get off of me.” To her surprise he sat up and raised his arms in a gesture to say he was harmless. Yeah right. She grabbed at the sheet and covered herself. He seemed a bit disappointed like she’d told him he couldn’t have a second dessert at dinner.

“ I love you Gina, deep down in that grey matter of yours, I know you feel the same.” He really seemed convinced of all this. Which just irritated her more. She swung her legs over the side of the bed. She was getting properly dressed and would go read something. It was clear she wasn’t sleeping.

“ This is love to you?” She asked from her vanity mirror. She got a day slip and pulled it over her breasts and stomach twisting it to fit. She was starting to show now. The bump, while still small, did protrude enough to make anything fitted a challenge.

“ Yes, it is. That's why I refuse to lobotomize you.I like our spirit.” She bent down and reached for the little trash can that held her lipstick filled tissues. Her basket of kisses as Charlie had called it. She's found that so charming. Now it holds the contents of tonight's dinner.

“ I’ll get you some tea Gina, I’ll keep my hand off you. Lay down, please, rest.” She caught the desperation in his voice while he pleaded and promised her.

She threw up again whether from the baby of his words she didn't know. She was grateful to be left alone for a bit though.

________________________________________________ “What do you think of Tommy’s revelation? Do you believe he told her the truth about that summer night? Did the fire happen at their previous home? Is Grace real?

[inquisimer]

why should I apologize for the monster I've become

@febuwhump day 2, solitary confinement! After she mouths off to Beraht, Nika gets her first real taste of Carta punishment.

read it on ao3 here

Female Brosca | Rated T | 1010 words | CW: psychological torture/abuse, self-harm, claustrophobia

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It was never warm in Dust Town, but the Carta’s prison was particularly cold. Deep beneath the city proper, with cells carved into dirt that blocked any comfort from the Stone. Nika curled around the threadbare sack they’d given her to wear and shivered.

She’d never been alone before.

As far back as she could remember, Rica was there. If not Rica, then Mother’s scowling face. And more recently Leske, Jarvia, Beraht. Privacy was a privilege, and there was no privilege in Dust Town.

Nika sniffled—and immediately winced. Beraht’s thugs took their pound of flesh before they tossed her down here. Her nose was broken and bleeding profusely; her sides and arms blossoming red where purple bruises would follow. One of her teeth was gone and she tasted iron where she couldn’t stop probing the gap with her tongue.

Rica would come, as soon as she heard. Nothing Beraht could offer would make Rica leave her here. She just had to keep it together until Rica found out.

She looped her arms around her knobbly knees and waited.

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Her head started to pound after a few…hours? It might have been longer. Or shorter. Inky blackness shrouded every inch of her vision and each breath she drew lasted an eternity for how her cracked ribs and blistered throat ached.

It must have been shorter, because Rica hadn’t come yet. It couldn’t have been that long, or Rica would have heard. Rica would rescue her.

Dirt stung the cuts on her hands as she dug them into the floor. Something bit into her fingertips and she hissed, drawing out a jagged piece of stone. She wrapped her hands around it and held it up to her lips. Prayers went unanswered when they came from a duster, or so the Shapers said. But it had to be a sign, this little chunk of stone, a little bit of hope where none should be found.

Maybe this time, the Ancestors were listening.

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The Ancestors weren’t listening. Neither was the Stone. And Rica—

Nika bit back a sob. Rica wasn’t coming.

A full day must have passed by now, gauging by the protestations of her stomach. Not that she was ever full, but she knew all the variations of empty and her insides gnawed beyond the usual dull ache of hunger.

That meant Rica knew she was gone. Rica knew, and hadn’t pressed to find her, or free her. Nika choked down another sob, but it hiccuped out of her and then tears flowed freely down her cheeks, the salt stinging at wounds that were starting to heal wrong.

Perhaps they had forgotten her in here. They couldn’t mean to leave her here forever—why not just kill her, if they did? She pushed herself to her knees and shuffled along the dirt wall until her fingers brushed the wooden slats of the door.

“Hello?” she croaked. Her throat was dry and raspy, cracked worse than a Genlock’s arse. She pounded her fists against the door with all the meager strength she had left. “Hello? Is anyone out there? I’m in here, please! Let me out!”

Only the echo of her cries answered her.

She slumped forward. With her last remaining effort, she banged her forehead against the door.

Nothing. A face full of splinters was her only reward for trying.

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At the start, Nika felt safer with her back to something solid. Now she huddled in the very center of the room, tunneled vision fixed where she knew the door to be. Unless they moved the door without her noticing. But she would have heard that. Probably.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

In the corners of her eyes, she saw the edges of the room shift closer and she felt how they would encase her, how the dirt would pack around her arms, her shoulders, her neck. How it would replace the air under her nose and fill her mouth and throat—

Breathe in. Breathe out.

She clawed at the floor blindly. They were so far down, but maybe she could dig a little farther, enough to go over, to get out before the walls closed in on her. She scratched and gouged and scraped until her nails broke and bled. She begged the floor to soften, to give way, to let her escape before this cell became her tomb.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

The cracked remnants of her nails left long, even lines down her arms. But the pain was good. The pain was sharp and real and it pushed the walls back into place. She raked her nails down the other arm and a fresh layer of blood joined the dirt caked underneath.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

“Please,” she whimpered, when there was no skin left to break. Her arms and legs and stomach bore a litany of scratches and still the darkness and silence persisted. Please, she thought, because with only her own mind for company there was no one else to beg. No one else to save her from the stifling emptiness below.

Breathe in. Breathe o—

She couldn’t breathe.

Her eyes snapped open and her battered hands clawed at her throat. She gasped at stale air but it went nowhere and her lungs seized and her heart pounded like quaking stone, galloping against her ribcage to escape the confines that would kill it.

“Please,” she begged, but there was no breath for her groveling and all that escaped was a pitiful, pathetic wheeze. Her vision narrowed to pinpricks, but she could still see the walls. All around her, moving closer.

Which would kill her first?

Did it even matter any more?

With that thought, the vice around her chest snapped wide open. Nika fell flat on her back as damp air flooded her lungs and she could do nothing but shudder and heave and pant. The walls still crept forward, but cold, calm acceptance replaced her panic, overtaking the residual dregs of fear.

She closed her eyes and surrendered to the encroaching darkness.

It didn’t matter any more.

[luxshine]

Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: RRR (2022) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alluri Sitarama Raju/Komaram Bheem Characters: Alluri Sitarama Raju, Komaram Bheem, Jenny (RRR 2022), Lacchu (RRR 2022), Ventakeswarulu (RRR 2022), Scott Buxton, Catherine Buxton, Malli (RRR 2022) Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Hurt/confort, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Summary:

A child was stolen from their tribe, and taken to the British's Home. However, this is not the child you're thinking about. This happened 20 years before Malli was taken, and the Child was Alluri Rama Raju.

How did that little difference changed his life, and his fated meeting with Komuram Bheem? Well, read to find out!

[treemaidengeek]

on the road to exile (AO3 link)

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"You should not have tried to run, Er-ge," Jin Guangyao chided as he tenderly rubbed ointment into my wounds.

I stared at my hands. There was blood under the fingernails. I wasn't sure whose. Mine? The guards'?

Not Jin Guangyao's.

"Is my hospitality lacking? Have I not provided every comfort for you?"

It was a perverse relief, that blood. Something honest. Something real.

His gentle fingers moved lower, to the cut above my left hip. How many times had he clutched that same spot in the midst of passion? How many days had I woken with bruises, and smiled in secret remembrance when bending over brought a flare of soreness?

"Er-ge, please. Talk to me."

Now his touch brought a different sort of pain.

He sighed. "At least promise me you won't try again. You're hurt already, and without cultivation, you won't heal as fast as you're accustomed to healing."

Without cultivation.

That deep betrayal, the stripping of something so fundamental as my connection with my own core… it wasn't the worst thing about my lover kidnapping me while he attacked my brother. But it was certainly the most gnawingly visceral. I felt hollow. Weak. Alone.

Then again, I would probably feel all of those things even if he hadn't sealed my qi.

He touched my cheek. I flinched away. He touched me again, turned my face toward his.

"I mean it. Promise me. I can't let you get hurt again, Er-ge."

I finally met his eyes. "I've told you not to call me that. You've no right."

He bowed his head. "I understand why you're upset. I'm sorry."

"Then let me go."

He gazed up at me through his long lashes. "You know I can't, yet. Soon. I promise."

I turned from him, a bitter laugh clawing past my lips. He had promised so many things over the years.

"Did I make a joke?"

There was a tension in his voice now. His patience was wearing thin.

Fear spidered down my spine.

"I'm tired," I said quietly.

A knife's-edge pause hung between us.

"Stay with me tonight," he murmured. It was, almost, a question. Almost.

I closed my eyes. Lead settled in my belly, heavy and nauseating.

I thought about my own tent. About the guards there who watched my every move, who watched while I ate and slept.

For my protection, of course.

Some of them would resent my earlier escape attempt. I wasn't even certain how many I had injured. At least two, I knew. I had tried not to harm anyone, but…

I nodded. "I'll stay."

"Thank you." His hand tenderly cupped my cheek. "I'll take good care of you."

[ao3feed-wlw]

by ForgottenShoe

After her chronal accelerator was damaged on an infiltration mission, Tracer is unable to escape from deep within Talon's base in time, and is left to the their mercy. She is quickly found and apprehended by one Moira O'Deorain, who personally takes charge of overseeing her stay in the facility.

Updated: 2019-11-15 Words: 5488, Chapter: 3/?, Language: English, Hits: 279

Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/F

Relationships: Moira O'Deorain/Lena "Tracer" Oxton

Characters: Moira O'Deorain, Lena "Tracer" Oxton, Sombra | Olivia Colomar, Widowmaker | Amélie Lacroix

Additional tags: Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Manipulative Relationship, Work In Progress

[yoonminbookshelf]

fics where it's focused around depression?

in this rain: high school au depressed!yoongi, friends to lovers, growing up together, lapslock

I Promised: it’s really short but tw; read tags, depressed!yoongi

you smile into the mirror (but you still manage to look so sad): read tags depressed!jimin

And so we burn endlessly: 73k, read tags, superhuman au, dystopian au

[wintersoldierficrec]

A Short Life and a Merry One, My Buck!

Bucky has given Steve his life, his friendship, his love, his hatred, his body—everything but his name. And yet Steve is still hungry. It's a slow poison. This urge to give more and more when he asks, and Steve never stops asking. He can feel it crawl through his veins as he’s slowly sucked dry. Steve never realized just how much of a hold he has on Bucky even without a name.

Steve Rogers can bend anyone to his will, so long as he knows their true name. But not Bucky. He won't ever let Steve have his name, even if it kills him.

Author: jinlinli Pairing: Steve/Bucky Rating: Mature Word Count: 9020

A Short Life and a Merry One, My Buck!

[boletusfrequencia-blog]

Spitters Are Quitters

Rating: Mature/Explicit Relationship: Alana Bloom/Mason Verger Tags: bloodplay, manipulation, force-feeding, force-drinking, emotional/psychological abuse  Summary: After Mason surgically eliminates Margot’s hopes of having children, Alana decides to pay Mason a visit giving him a taste of his own medicine.

Notes: So I’ve never written a fic before, and after watching Hannibal and after falling in love with Joe Anderson’s portrayal of Mason Verger, I HAD to write this! So hopefully it's not too terrible! HUUUUGE thanks to Destiny for editing this for me!! I love you bb! <3 

Additionally, none of these are kinks of mine (except bloodplay tbh) and I’ll probably never ever write anything like this EVER again but, this fest just gave me this idea and a spark of motivation to actually write it! Enjoy! 

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“Cordell! Cordell where are you? I’ve been shouting for you for at least five minutes, what on earth is taking you so long?” Mason's gruff voice echoed down the marble hallway, the only noise currently conflicting with the click-clack of Alana's heels. The brunette beauty stepped quietly into his bedroom. She can see Mason lying in bed, see him struggling, but what he needed from Cordell didn’t matter, especially when one considered how much sleep aide Alana had slipped into his nightly cup of tea. Alana had been waiting for this opportunity for far too long.

“Hello, Mason.” she greeted him in a hushed voice. He stares up at his psychiatrist, confused. Clearly, he wasn’t expecting to see her. “Alana, what a nice surprise. What are you doing here so late? Where’s Cordell?” “Cordell is…Cordell is fine. You'll have me tonight” Alana said with a sly smile.

She knew that showing up wearing no more than her favorite double-breasted trench coat, with just a black lace bra underneath was a bit bold, even when considering the purpose of this evening. She'd tried to pack as lightly as possible, in every sense of the word. She carried only a small, red purse, inside of which was a very sharp knife, a martini glass, and a bite-sized milk chocolate.

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[vivianleighwishesshewasme]

Captive to a Shelby-Gina

New Year, New alliances part 3 (mentions of being drugged/ kidnapping) Don't interact if under 18 please.

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New year, new alliances-part 3

He’d gotten Gina into his office and deposited her roughly on the couch. He rushed to lock the door and he paced erratically before her yelling Fuck! Every once and while for good measure she guessed. 

 His usually coiffed hair was falling down messily in front of his forehead. 

Perhaps John’s threat had upset him too?

“I told you, I fucking wanted you to behave and not to speak to John but no, you never Fucking listen to me! I’m supposed to be in control, Gina. I’m the leader, you want all this to go away? Eh! You wanna tell our children that we're moving because of you?” He roared and raged at her. His chest was heaving and he was stomping about. She’d never seen him this upset that she could recall. 

“I’m sorry Tommy. Was she…did they… Linda…” She couldn’t talk, the panic was consuming her and tying her tongue in knots. All she could hear was her heart slamming into her chest. It was going to burst out of her chest. She just knew it. The champagne had been a mistake. She clutched her head and lay down on the couch.

“Gina, Gina, calm down. You’ll hurt the baby.” He rushed over to her practically falling to his knees before her. She blinked a few times. He was scared out of his mind. He started petting her head, aggressively and hard at first. He must have been soothing himself because after a few moments the touches were tender and her head was being peppered with kisses. 

“What is going on that you aren't telling me? Are you scared of John? Tommy, please, talk to me? “ She croaked out. She sounded pathetic. She tried to lace her hands through his but he just buried his deeper into her hair as if trying to touch her brain. It was starting to hurt. 

She thought of Martha, poor Martha left alone with that psycho. She was so sweet, innocent and naive. 

She had no doubt the accident was intentional but not because of her….something had been set up….she could feel it. 

Gina sat up, the world swam in front of her like a kaleidoscope from hell smearing all the colors of the room rapidly together. 

Strong hands steadied her. She could hear him breathing deeply now as if he’d run a marathon. He was terrified. Perhaps she wasn't the only one who felt trapped? 

Maybe they could form an alliance together? 

A loud set of knocks startled them both. Gina screamed. Now was not the time for noise while she was so disoriented. 

“Gina, blink and calm down. Just blink.” She did as instructed. His face was next to her gently bumping into her as he sought her lips. The room started clearing. As long as she stayed still she was okay. 

“Mr. Shelby. Ronald is here to speak to Mrs. Shelby.” Francis’s voice came through the door almost too muffled to hear. 

Tommy kissed her slow and deep again as if trying to savor her. 

“Alright Francis I’ll let him in. Give me a moment.” He opened his blue eyes and kissed her nose. His hands smoothing down her hair. It was such a kind gesture. 

 “I have to get back to the party. Stay here eh.I’ll get you later” Tommy was regaining his calm. He straightened out his black and white suit and slicked his hair back. She didn’t want him to leave now. 

Their relationship was so weird. Now…maybe she understood a bit better. Maybe. 

“Tommy, don't. I don't want to be left alone right now.” She begged him. Her arm was outstretched asking him his. She knew she looked pathetic now. 

“You’ll be alright, Gina, watch what Ronald says. Francis and I are the only ones you can trust.” With that cryptic warning he walked to the door and unlocked it. She heard muffled low voices. Didn’t sound happy. 

A tall blonde man walked in. He was dressed very smart, everything had been expertly tailored and his shoes were custom made. He was rail thin, with a sharp long face and honey blonde hair. Gina wasn’t sure about him. He had an erratic energy to him.

“Oh, Gina, thank God.” He rushed towards her on the couch much like Tommy had and he went to his knees. He tried gathering her to him. She tried not to flinch, her night had gone sideways so fast. She still wasn’t processing everything that had happened.

“Ronald?” She asked hesitantly. She still didn't recognize him. She didn’t remember having any siblings ever. She seemed bratty enough to be an only child honestly. 

“Ronald, since when are you so formal, Ronald. I’m not dad Gina. Ronnie is still fine. How are you, princess?” Concern dripped off his voice, he seemed older than her. That was off too. 

  He sat down next to her and hugged her tightly to his body. He smelled of cheap cologne. Her stomach swam. The baby didn’t like it either.  

Gina just stayed still, her mind reeling like a great fish trying to get off a hook she hadn’t seen coming, pulling her harshly against where she wanted to go.  

“Gina, can you walk?” The man named Ronnie asked. He seemed genuine but rushed as if he needed to get out as fast as possible. She could relate. 

“What, yes, Ronnie.” The name sounded unfamiliar to her, clumsy on her tongue. Which felt heavy also. Gina rolled the muscle around in her mouth. Nope, something was off. 

The only thing she had was the champagne. 

“Gina, baby bear, are you listening to me?” She knew the nickname. The man seemed nervous and jittery. Her mom and dad had called her that. She has a hazy memory of being little, under eight or so in a sunny kitchen. Her dad had scooped her up and called her baby bear. 

“We need to get you out of here, hunny. Mom and dad are worried sick. The whole family is still begging the police to find you. I couldn’t believe they let me in.” His erratic words were sinking into her brain now. What? 

“Wait, Tom…Tommy told me they had died.” Gina sat up. Tommy had told her to trust no one but him, on the other hand, he could be a bad guy too. 

 Gina was more confused now than before. 

On the plus side, if John got his way and she was lobotomized she wouldn’t remember anything ever and then she wouldn’t have to sort through all this craziness. 

“Gina, let me get you into the car and get you out of here. Please Baby bear, listen to me.” He was begging and pleading. He seemed so earnest. 

“No, I can't leave.” Her hand went across her stomach. She’d taken the test and seen the results for herself. She was pregnant and what about the other kids, poor Charlie with a dead mother long gone. Gina was all he knew, right? He’d almost cried that day in the bedroom when she had helped Penelope with her hair. She couldn’t leave him, and she couldn’t take Tommy’s son. 

“Gina, it's all a ruse. None of this is real. He has you trapped her believing all of this is real. Come on,” He tried pulling her off the couch and standing. He’d drag her out kicking and screaming if he had too. 

“Ronald, Reggie, whatever the fuck your name is…I had some champagne. Something was in it. I’m in no condition to move.” She was shocked at how well she could speak considering her tongue felt swollen. She reached up and touched it. It didn’t feel huge to her touch. He was looking at her like she’d lost her mind. 

“Ronnie, I’m Ronnie, your brother, geez Louise, what did he do to you peanut? Come on! Lean on me, I'll pretend we're getting air outside. I’ll put you in the car and we'll leave when it's safe.” She laughed out loud. It was way too high and unhinged sounding. 

She sounded nuts even to herself! 

“There is a flaw in that Ron, Tommy’s staff will know and alert him. Also, my kids….I can't leave my babies…” She refused to do so. She might leave Tommy if she could ever figure out whose side he was really on, but her babies were coming with her and the plan wouldn’t be rushed. It would take months to execute. 

“Gina, what the hell are you talking about…come on! I have a plan, let's go.” He ruffly picked her up . she was leaning half on him like a crutch. She’d never make it. Couldn’t he see that? 

“ What the hell are you going on about boy, Oi!” Tommy's strong booming voice was all she heard, her vision faded to black already. Her limbs got heavy and she could feel herself slipping into the blackness. 

She’d been drugged. 

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[otps-and-dirty-jokes]

And the Sky is Grey by Teyke (T)

Steve hates the cold. Tony loves to mock him about this – or so Steve thinks. Clint remembers cold nights in Afghanistan and buys everybody else a clue.

[vivianleighwishesshewasme]

Captured by a Shelby-Martha

Martha disobeys a rule and angers John.

Dark John Shelby. Don't interact if under 18! Abuse, fear and dark themes.

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The call

Her husband could literally sleep through anything. Case in point, the telephone. It had rung seven times and John still hadn’t stirred to get out of bed and answer the call. 

She’d been expressly forbidden from calling anyone or even answering it. 

Apparently he was an important man and he hadn’t wanted her getting mixed up in his business. He seemed like a secretive man, she couldn’t really see him as dangerous. 

The house stilled again. Martha was awake. This child was practicing for the olympics in her tummy and she had heartburn. 

Ringing continued much to the heavily pregnant womens irritation. Well if he couldn’t answer it, she would. She flopped over and glared at his taunt back. He slept nude and while she didn’t hate looking at him in all his glory right now she wanted to smack him in the back. Get some satisfaction for having to be awake and miserable because of him. 

Sighing, she got up and tossed the blankets over him. She padded quietly into the living room avoiding the creaking wooden floorboards. She was relearning the house.

The living room was centered around the fireplace which had gone out leaving the air cold and crisp. She shivered and grabbed one of the blankets off the couch and wrapped herself up tightly in it.  

Apparently it was Johns. It smelled of cigar smoke, whiskey and his aftershave. The man had great smelling vices she thought to herself. 

“Hello, Martha speaking.” She couldn’t remember her last name so she hoped that whoever called knew John was married to her. She waited for someone to talk. She closed her eyes and inhaled his scent further snuggling into the woven blanket. 

“Hello, Hello, Oh, Martha May, thank God! I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for months. You're in danger! Don't trust anyone, try to get out of there please.” Her father’s usually slow and calming voice was frantic and rising. Bile filled Martha’s throat, searing her esophagus as it slowly rose up.

���Daddy?” She squeezed out gingerly. Feeling the familiar pain of her throat closing around a familiar lump. Martha hated conflict, tears, stuttering and pain were the only ways she could communicate when she was upset. It was all washing over her again. 

“Wait, I don't know..” Her voice was rising in panic and frantic as he had been with his warning to her burning into her brain. 

The call suddenly cut. Martha’s eyes followed  the large hand was firmly placed on the phone cutting off the connection. 

Her large blue eyes wandered up the strong exposed arm, his soft hair looking partially risen in anger. She slowly looked up at him dreading what she’d see.  His face was what frightened her. 

He looked like an excited predator. His usually handsome jaw and lush lips that smiled easily were now set in tight hard lines, his eyes flashing dark and with imminent danger. 

She knew the first day she saw him, we’ll, remembered him she guessed: she thought then that his shifting moods like sand on the beach made him unstable and not trustworthy. 

How could she have fallen in love with him? 

“Martha you aint allowed to talk on the phone here, I told you why. Why are you being difficult?” His tone was even but she’d caught the anger simmering in it. He was pissed, not that his body language hadn’t told her that. He’d stood half a foot away from her towing over her. She was mindful not to shrink back. 

“It wouldn’t stop ringing.” She set her feet firmly in the ground and tilted her jaw towards him in defiance. She caught the wicked gleam in his eye. He was enjoying this little show. Why? 

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” He asked her sternly. His voice was still deep and husky from sleep. He wasn’t moving. She could see his naked chest rising and falling so at least she knew he was human. Sometimes she wasn’t sure after their little interacting or weird rules that were constantly being laid down for her and only her. 

“You weren’t waking up.” Truth be told, he hadn’t with all the noise. She however also hadn’t tried but she wasn’t going to tell him that. 

“Did you try shaking me awake, whispering in my ear, nibblin on me?” His voice dipped and he sauntered towards her, closing the gap. He gripped her hips and pressed her towards him. She was grateful her protruding stomach kept him partially at bay. 

He seemed to go for seduction when angry didn’t push her. They were both stubborn, great. 

“It worked in the past, Mouse.” He grinned at her and rubbed her stomach. His hand trailed lower until she broke the spell he was trying to cast on her. She wouldn’t let him charm his way out of this. She moved back and smacked his hand. 

He laughed like a school boy, jovial and amused. 

“John, it was my father.” Her admission stilled his movements almost as if she’d frozen him to the floor. 

She had a feeling instantly that she shouldn’t have given that piece of information to him. 

“Your father?” His voice dipped to almost a growl.  He studies her for several minutes. She could feel knots in her stomach forming. “Yeah?“ 

“Why can't I talk to him? He said I was in danger and you weren't safe!” She stood almost on her tiptoes trying to put them nose to nose. Her balance was off due to being pregnant. She was grateful for his strong hands to steady her then.  John’s eyes went dark and a sinister smile crept across his face. It was the kind you got from a killer when you overstepped and you both acknowledged you were about to die. Cold, creep and cruel. 

Curse her big mouth! 

Why wasn’t he upset that her father had said all that, about him nonetheless! The blood in Martha’s veins chilled.

 Perhaps it was true. 

“Your going as mad as Fuckin Gina now eh? Oi, look at me!” He roughly gripped her face and brought it to him. His breath still smelled of whiskey. He always had a glass before bed. She’d been brought up in a strict home, alcohol was never present.

 “You stay away from the phone.” He commanded while still handling her roughly. She shoved him off, grateful that he’d let go so easy. He was raging now. Pacing and cursing at her, he then went into some language she’d never heard of before. His hands were flailing about and he stopped to scold her and point a finger at her every once in a while.

She turned and ran into the bedroom slamming the door.  She could hear him in bits and pieces when she’d gone to the bathroom to cry and splash her face with cold water. A heater vent carried his loud booming voice through the metal grate.

He was talking to Tommy, his brother, if she remembered correctly. He was asking how her father had managed to call. She took several breaths and walked into the bedroom flopping on the bed mindful of her growing stomach. 

“How the fook did he get in?” The loud roar created a spark of hope in martha who waited with baited breath hoping her father had indeed gotten in and was coming to rescue her. But like the fairytales she’d read as a child, no help came. As the clock mocked her mercilessly minute after ongoing minute only one thought kept floating through her mind…

Whatever was happening was going to end very badly. She just knew it.

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[vivianleighwishesshewasme]

Captive to a Shelby- Gina

Gina explores the other side of the mansion and runs into Grace....

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Chapter 8

   Gina had been chomping at the bit most of the week. Tommy was likely to be gone on Wednesday until much later, often missing dinner. Gina had been a good, docile and demure little housewife all week even making sure she was extra sweet.

She had the whole house fooled by now. Except Francis. Fuck Francis.

 She’d made sure to ask about his favorite foods and desserts. She’d even made him a rabbit stew with help of course. 

Things were great between them.

Now if she were caught….God help her. 

She’d managed to pick the lock down the hall. Everyone had gone to bed. She was still trying to be quiet. Sweat beaded down her back. Her knit dress becomes itchy with the added moisture rolling down her skin causing her body to flake in little trenches. No doubt she’d have red streaks of rash later. 

She prayed and cursed then finally the handle turned with a slight pop. 

She held her breath and looked behind her. She swore she could feel eyes on her. She shook her head. She just shut the door gently behind her and walked around. See if she could find anything. She walked crouched down and almost jumped at every pop and groan of the wood in the grand house. His side was spookier. 

 It was also immaculately cleaned. Gina thought back to what Charlie had said. There was no covering across the great windows….someone was maintaining this like a shrine. 

She’d brought a flashlight, grateful now she’d thought ahead. There didn’t appear to be any electricity in this wing of the house and it was as cold as death. 

Gina shivered but persevered through to get some answers. At least she hoped she found some. Of course all the rooms were locked. She walked towards a staircase to her left then she saw it. 

A large portrait of Tommy, a baby and the woman she’d presumed to be Charlie's mum…what was her name? Grace. 

She stood for several moments. Charlie had been incredibly young if this was the last known image of Grace. He was gazing lovingly up at his mum. 

She hopped down the stairs trying to be quiet. She’d just rounded the corner  when a panel opened under the stairs revealing her husband and another man. A brother, she recognized him from the photo.  She’d already scrambled and crawled into the next open room. Luckily the opening was quite large allowing her to slip in and face her back to the wall. 

What the hell? Is this where he went to work? No wonder he could be home so quickly. He was literally in the same house!! What was under those stairs? 

They remained talking in the foyer. Gina could count every heart beat. She was sure they could hear it too. It was thumping in her ears….

Gina clamped her hand over her mouth to keep from crying or screaming. Her heart slammed into her chest and she could feel the fear literally rising in her throat. She was going to vomit. She didn’t feel right. Tears spilled hot and quickly rolled down her chin and dripped onto the cold marble floor. 

She had a feeling she was going to share Grace's fate. She saw a figure in the kitchen, God she was so dead. She crawled towards the servants kitchen. She prayed the entire time her shoes didn't scuff the floor or her wedding ring didn't hit hard enough to echo. 

Death would be on her swiftly, his shoes would thump across the floor as he stalked her, murderously red and the fury of hell would be burned into his iris if he’d caught her. 

She rounded the corner, the woman stood pale as a ghost….no, Gina could see the stairs going up rounding above her and through her….Grace’s ghost was leading her up a servants stairwell. 

She had to be hallucinating. Yeah, it was just her head injury….

“Hurry.” She mouthed. Gina nodded and looked back. She didn't hear him. She knew she needed to move. If he beat her to the other side….

She swiftly but gently walked up the stairs praying they didn’t squeak under her weight. 

She took in a deep breath realizing she was above him now. She still had to be quiet. She walked the empty attic slowly sliding her feet carefully in long strides across the wood flooring. God, this was so stupid.  Stupid plan Gina.

She gently turned the knob and slank down the stairs. She shut the door behind her. Grateful for well oiled doors. 

She walked down the stairs grateful to be on the landing on her side of the house. This place was cursed…just like she was because of Tommy Shelby. She’d seen the gunshot wound when the lady had turned. Gina's guess was a shot to the head, probably behind. By whom she didn’t know but she didn't want to find out. Tommy was a paranoid man. She had a feeling he’d been at fault somehow or why would grace have helped her? Would she be okay with her  husband moving on apparently quickly unto a new woman. Were there others? Her head was pounding. 

She grabbed the railing  and bent down placing her head on her arm. What was happening? 

 Was she crazy? She had to be at this point…..that was the only logical explanation. 

Gina vomited in the plant next to her. 

“Mrs Shelby, are you alright?” Francis looked shocked to see her mistress bent over and in clear distress. She’d been walking out of one of the kids' rooms. Had they made a noise? Did Francis know she hadn’t been on HER side of this haunted house. 

“No Francis, I'm not. I’m afraid I’m having an episode. Can you help me to my bedroom? I'd like some scalding hot tea too.” The elder women;s face melted into pity as she bent down to cradle  the young woman next to her and she gently pulled up, her arm hooked under Gina’s frame like a crutch. The room swam…something was wrong with Gina’s head…had to be. 

“Oh, Of course Mrs.” Francis walked briskly helping Gina to her room with efficiency. Has she helped her like this before? 

Francis had stayed with Gina and helped her get  dressed in her nightgown and arranged her on the settee with a blanket and magazine before turning to fetch the tea. 

“I’ll be back with your tea, would you like a biscuit?” Her concerns seemed genuine. Gina nodded, afraid to speak. She’d emptied out her guts in the bathroom after Francis had given her a rag and helped wipe the dry sweat off her body tenderly almost. 

“Francis, ring Tommy too please. Let him know about this….I'm afraid I wont remember to tell him.” In truth she wasn’t sure she'd remember. She ditched the flashlight in a plant by the hall when she’d “fallen” down. Hopefully the staff would think one of the kids did it. Seh hoped she hadn’t emptied her stomach  on it. 

“Of course dear.” The woman seemed pleased with her answer and a little shaken. Gina closed her eyes willing the room to stop spinning by her like a technicolor fair ride. 

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Tommy came in an hour later. He looked worse for wear. Her tea was almost gone but she didn’t feel relaxed. She wasn’t dizzy anymore by the sandbag feeling was creeping in. 

“Are you alright?” They asked the same question causing an echo of laughter even. 

“Francis said she found her slumped over by the staircase Gina. You alright?” He walked towards her and tenderly cupped her cheek in his large hands. 

“No. I went to check on the kids and…..I just got dizzy and my heart was racing, it was awful.” She felt bad lying but…there was no way she was telling him where she’d actually been and who she’d seen. Lying was honestly the best policy in this case. 

“Your heart?” He seems puzzled. Was this the first time she’d mentioned this to him?

“When I got dizzy and vomited on the stairs….I had a mild panic attack.” She tried brushing it off. His blue eyes seemed kinder at the moment. She’d seen his anger though behind it, cold and calculating….she needed to let it go. Stay safe. 

 Heleaned into her and kissed her forehead tenderly emitting a soft contented sigh from her. She’d play along and stay safe…she could do that for a bit anyway. 

“You okay Tommy, you look worn.” She brushed his hair away from his eyes. He was usually so well put together, better then she was honestly. She saw the dark circles under his eyes. 

“I’m just tired. A lot going on at work. Some things aren't going as smoothly as they could Gina. Don't worry about it. We're not in jeopardy of me losing my job.” He kissed her lips and stood up stretching himself out. 

“And you’ve been worried about me…” Gina added gently. 

“Yes. The doctor is coming tomorrow Gina, just routine,nothing to worry about.” He nodded and turned towards his dresser. He placed his gun down and took off his harness. He was gathering clothes. Was he sleeping elsewhere?

“What is he looking for?” Gina hadn’t remembered seeing a doctor…honestly she was remembering much but according to her journal. She hadn’t seen one since she’d been recording for weeks. 

“Just your head stitches, update us on your progress and check for anything new.” His voice was deep and rumbling. The minute he lay his head down on that pillow tonight she was sure he’d be sleeping. 

“Anything new?” She was a little afraid now…did he know? 

“It's just routine Gina ,Jesus.” He slammed his dresser draw harshly and knocked his gun down. They both winced waiting for the shot. A joint sigh of relief resounded. 

“I’m not arguing Tommy….I just…I’m sorry.” Her voice gave out, it wavered and then the tears came hot and heavy again. 

“No, it's me. Christmas is coming, lots to plan for, parties, family and so on.” He closed his eyes and muttered something she couldn’t understand. 

“We’ll can I help you from bed? Plan I mean? I think I have good taste. I landed you did I?” He chuckled at her insite.

“If the doctor says you're up for it Gina….absolutely. Yes, you landed me. Caught my eye on a summer night at the country fair.” He landed several hungry kisses on her eager lips.

“I’m taking a bath, you need anything, ring the bell on the table.” He pointed and ran his finger over her lips.

How, how could she think one minute he was going to brutally murder her…then want to taste his kisses and feel safe under him? 

At some point Gina had fallen asleep. It was dark in the room, moonlight casting a white glow upon the bed. Her husband's arm was draped protectively around her holding her tightly to him.  

Gina blinked, allowing her eyes to adjust to Grace standing over her. Gina closed her eyes and begged her to go away. She hadn’t meant to bring this over to her side. 

 “God no, please…” Gina felt herself being shaken and she vaguely heard Tommy’s concerned voice yelling but it sounded so distant…why was she shaking so violently?

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Do you have any thoughts on what is happening to Gina?

[vivianleighwishesshewasme]

Captive to a Shelby-Gina 4

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Chapter 4 

Gina stretched and yawned, her body feeling like it had been weighed down by sand bags. She slowly sat up with a dull throbbing in her head. She hated this pain, felt like a blow to her head. 

She rubbed the back of her head gently in little circles checking for a wound. Nothing. 

She hadn’t felt like this in days. She rubbed her head taking care around her temples. What the hell had happened? Gina blinked rapidly trying to adjust to the light flooding the room and felt the panic flood her system like a typhoon crashing over her. 

10 a.m. The kids would already have been up and off to school. She’s missed her alarm….or it had been shut off. True to his word Tommy had let Gina sleep alone, but she could help but fear that he’d come in and shut it off. Not because it had gone off….but because it had been shut off. 

She felt the tears well up in her eyes as the panic set in. 

Her journal, she kept a journal the last few days. She slid down off the bed and gingerly unto the floor groping around for it under the bed. She found it immediately. 

Pages were torn out or scribbled on aggressively. Who’d done this!? 

She slammed the book on her bed and stood looking at the open door. She’d closed it last night and locked it. She doubted he didn’t have a key. 

She flung open the bedroom door. She’d had it. She felt fine when he wasn’t around, then coincidentally the day, the very day she chose to do something Emperor Thomas had forbidden her to do, was the day she fell ill again? No, it wasn't right. 

She headed for the stairs and instantly saw him.Rage blinded her, she felt her nails dig painfully into her palms leaving little crescent moons in their wake. She was going to kill him.

 Ada and Tommy stood frozen, eyes wide gasping at her. 

Gina stopped by the base of the stairs, internally screaming. 

“This is you, you did something…”She screamed at him. He stood blinking as if he was unable to process what language she was speaking. 

“Gina, you're not well. You're in your bloody nightgown, yelling at me again…. after your little episode last night. Love, you need to rest.” His voice sounded strained as he reached up to grab her waist.

“Don’t you touch me! I know you did it…you took the last few days out of my journal. Why? To make it look like I’m crazy!?” She roared, she could feel the lump of pain in her throat getting lodged and threatening to choke her breath from her. 

“Make you look crazy? Gina, sweetheart, look at you?” His sister Ada pleaded with the other, her hands outstretched to grab her sister in law. A look of pity settled onto her face.

“Still trying to accuse me of hurting you, yeah?” Tommy looked confused and visibly pained by her behavior and attack. “ Mary, Francis Sandra, Come here please.” He patiently waited for the three staff maids Gina hated most to appear. They always seemed to have it out for her. 

“Have I done anything to hurt my wife? Eh, or have I done everything to be a patient and loving husband to her?!” He yelled and rubbed his large hands across his face gently cursing in a language she’d never heard before. 

Her eyes widened. If they've been married for seven or eight years. Then how come she didn’t recognize the language? Surely he would have used it before, right? 

“No, Mr. Shelby” The maids said in unison. 

“You’ve been good to her and kept her safe at home.” Francis added after the others had agreed in unison.

“Of course they'll agree with you. You pay them!” Gina yelled. She tossed her arms up in defeat. She wasn’t going to win. Everyone was on his side. Everyone was against her. 

“Oh Tommy, I didn’t realize it got this bad again.” Ada rubbed her brother's arm reassuringly. She looked pathetic to Gina. “I think it's time you reconsider and send her back, yes.” Tommy looked absolutely gutted by his sister's suggestion. 

“No, she’s been great with the children this time, Ada. I can’t do that to them again, or to Gina, or to me.” He bent down on his hunches and took several deep breaths. He looked exhausted.

“She just had a busy day yesterday and this is the result. She’ll be fine. She’d been fine.” He bargained with everyone but her. 

She wasn’t fine. 

“I think you need a break Tom.” Ada said, rubbing his back. She looked at Gina and shook her head.

I wasn't going to win. Minds as well play along, right? 

[vivianleighwishesshewasme]

Captive to a Shelby Series- Gina 3

Dont interact if under 18!

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Gina spent three days with the children alone. At some point Tommy had called telling her he had to extend his work trip. Something had come up with work and it was necessary to stay a little longer. 

To say she wasn't thrilled would be an understatement. The kids weren't being bad. They just had a lot of energy. 

Gina was also going stir crazy. She ordered everyone to get dressed. They were going out to see a picture show and shop. She couldn't stay cooped up anymore. She’d grabbed her purse and counted her money as the kids scrambled about trying to put on boots and jackets. 

“ Mrs Shelby? Are you headed out?” Francis seemed startled and looked over the children getting on their coats and shoes. 

“ Mama’s taking us to see a picture!” Charlie practically yelled as he bounced with excitement. He was clapping his hands causing his younger brother to follow suit. 

Gine smiled and bent down to help Penelope into her little pink coat.

“Mrs. Shelby in your condition..” Gina flashed her most malicious smile at the older woman and stood. She was tired of hearing this silly nonsense. She felt fine and she was going to go out and enjoy time with her children. 

“ Francis, I can assure you that I am feeling fine. I can handle my own children for God's sake.” Gina scoffed and shoo’d her babies to the door towards the vehicle waiting for them. 

She got everyone settled in the car and told the driver where they wanted to go, looking behind ehr for curiosity's sake she saw Francis in her husband’s office on the phone. 

Gina narrowed her eyes. If her husband came home tonight…she'd know why. 

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The picture show was interesting. A bunch of cartoons spanned out with refreshments for several hours. It was nice to relax while her children got excited about something that didn't require toys flying around the room. She loved listening to them laugh at funny cartoon cats and dogs. 

They'd eaten and done some  window shopping too before coming home.  It has been a great day out of the gilded cage for a bit. The children were quiet on the way home, satisfied from a long day. 

Gina was aware they had been out far longer than she’d initially intended. It was proper nightfall by the time they pulled up to the manor. She'd felt relieved when they’d pulled up and Tommy’s office was dark. 

Maybe Francis had just been instructed to take all phone calls and she had nothing to worry about. 

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Gina screeched out as the main door flung open revealing her husband, taking up half the door frame. 

“Daddy!”The kids ran towards their father exchanging hugs and excited to tell him all about the cartoons they saw, reenact scenes and expand their Christmas wish list with toys they saw from the store windows. 

Gina had hung her coat and bent down to unbuckle her shoes. When she stood she met her husband's harsh gaze. 

 He stood by the stairs while the kids continued to act and get loud. He was looking unimpressed with his wife. He looked livid behind his ice blue eyes. His stance was stiff and hard. He was pissed with her. 

Gina laughed, jarring his angry stair for a moment. A small smirk broke out on his lips. 

” Let me guess Tommy, you got done with work early.” She flashed him a dazzling smile. She’d been correct. Something was fishy. Francis and probably narked her out. Why?! She was clearly old enough to have a seven year old child, she was an adult woman. Why should she have every movement reported? She’d felt fine. 

“ Gina, kids. Aunt Ada is staying with us for a bit. Why don't you go into the kitchen where there are cookies and hot chocolate eh.” They ran yelling and jumping. Clamoring on about the best day ever. 

“They were getting tired Tommy, now they are going to be all  sugared up again and last for a few more hours.” She scolded harshly. She seriously was looking forward to a night to relax after they went to bed. Earlier she’d found knitting needles and an instruction book. She’d do anything to stay occupied. 

“ Gina.” Tommy's head jerked towards his office. His palm went to the small of her back ushering her into his dark office. 

The lights hummed as he pointed to the couch, like she was some little puppy dog that was supposed to sit and stay when instructed. 

He sat her down on the couch facing his desk when she didn’t immediately comply. He leaned against his desk, crossing his arms and cleared his throat.

She could already feel her eyes rolling around in her head. 

“ Gina, you aren't up for going out on your own yet.” He sounded so rehearsed. Like he said those words constantly. 

“ I wasn't alone. I had a driver and the children were with me.” I was tired of whatever was going on. Clearly, I was because we’d been out almost all day. No issues. 

“Gina, listen to me! Will you please stop rolling your fucking eyes at me!” He stalked towards me and slapped his hands on the arm of the couch. 

His finger was pointing an inch from my nose and he was leaning forward. Everything about him screamed dominant. Aggressive.

I knew this went beyond caring about me. He was pissed. A normal person wouldn't react that way. There was no way I had been that ill. I couldn’t have been. There was nothing suggesting I had been sick, no proof of medical assistance lay around anywhere, no scripts for pain or dizziness. 

God, this was all so wrong!! The only proof of anything was the stitches in the back of my head. 

“My memory problems seem to be fading away, Tom. I figured you would be relieved that I was feeling better.” I gave my most sugar sweet grin I could muster. I could taste the honey dripping from my tongue. Two could play this game. 

To think I slept with this man, a stranger a few nights back. We’d been fine then.

I wore a ring, we slept together but I doubted there was love between us. Not after this exchange. 

He inhaled deeply and nodded. His eyes never leaving mine. 

“I'm glad to hear that, my love. You're having head issues due to an accident you had recently.” He was searching my face for something. 

 “ What accident,Tommy? No one seems very clear on what happened?” I sat up straight watching his reaction. My ankles crossed. He stood towering over me. 

“The same accident Gina that took your memory and gave you a nasty gash on the back of your head.” He replied coolly. His face was set in stone, even his eyes going dead. 

“Which was?” She goaded him intent on finding out what his story was. The staff seemed to be confused too. She knew they were nervous. There was obviously something that had passed between the two of them. 

“ Forgive me, my dear husband. The staff gets a little…jumpy when I ask. They seem really unclear if it's a medical condition or an accident.With you always wearing a gun and holster I figured that maybe you would know exactly what happened since you seem to think danger is nearby.” He grinned at her, a wolf's grin, before it snaps at you and digs its sharp fangs into your neck and twists. 

She was close to something. He wasn't even trying to act loving towards her or concerned. He was guarding information. 

His phone rang out through the room. The fourth ring and we were still watching each other neither one ready to be the first to break contact. 

I hated that fucking phone so much. It was always ringing. 

“One of us needs to pick up the phone Tommy. They seem very insistent about reaching you.” I wasn't going to go down without a fight. 

“No, Gina, you listen to me. You don’t go out without permission, it's dangerous and I don't need you falling or getting hurt in front of the children. They don’t need to worry about you again,oi, are you listening!” He kept roaring at me but I’d tuned him out. My arms crossed across my chest. I wasn’t cold, rather, numb at this point. 

“I want to go see my parents for a few days.” I needed time to think. I wasn't asking him. He scoffed at me and shook his head. I was really irritating him. He paced a bit before stopping abruptly and addressing me again. 

“If you're that mad at me Gina, you can sleep alone tonight in our bed.” The phone rang again. He refused to move. I was going to stand and answer the damn phone. 

“I want to talk to my parents if you don't mind. I've been dreaming about them.” A look went across his face. I couldn't read it. 

“They are dead Gina. You only have me and the kids now.” he said it so calmly and dead pan I almost didn't register it. 

I closed my eyes feeling the sting rising behind them. No….that couldn't be right…..

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[vivianleighwishesshewasme]

Captive to a Shelby Series-Gina 2

Don't read if under 18! Warnings on previous chapter

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*Sex

She was exhausted. It had been a chaotic bedtime. She swore unless Tommy started yelling the only thing her children were capable of was nonsense. 

She sunk further into the bath enjoying how the heat was slowly uniting the tensions everywhere. She laid her head on the cold white porcelain lip and closed her eyes enjoying relaxing from her odd day.

She heard the heavy masculine footsteps before she opened her eyes. She could feel his steely gaze on her naked form. 

Gina turned her head toward the doorway that separated the bedroom and saw Tommy leaning against the wood door frame watching her, his gaze sweeping over her naked form. 

“You need help washing your back, or company?” His husky sexy voice buried into her ears and the heat flushed past her stomach tightening her core. 

She wanted to say yes. They obviously had sex to have several children but something was telling her not to trust him, still, if they were married why not indulge her urges? She swirled her hands on top of the water thinking. 

“I leave for work for the weekend Gina, tomorrow morning I’ll be off. Would you like help washing your hair at least since you won't let the maids touch your head yet? “ He walked towards her and spread his legs into a wide bow, bending down to touch the water and swirl it around. 

She smiled. He really wanted her. She saw how his eyes kept wandering to her naked wet form.  

She also was afraid to touch the stitches, so if it didn’t bother him then a quick shampoo and head massage may help put her more into a mood.  

“If you insist.” Her eyes sparkled as he moved behind her and helped her wash her hair. His strong calloused fingers felt amazing, especially when they left her scalp to massage her wet neck and breasts. 

Gina giggled and slipped under water to rinse. She was ready to move things along. 

 When she came back up and rubbed the water from her eyes he was standing next to her with a large towel. 

He held out a hand and covered her once her feet were safely on the tiles. He helped her dry off taking his time drying off certain more erogenous zones then others. His naked hand slipped in a few times causing Gina to sigh. 

He definitely knew what he was doing. He knew her body.

She took his hand as he expertly walked backwards to the bed. Collapsing on the ottoman Gina took advantage of the opportunity and helped him out of his trousers. She sank to her knees keeping her gaze on him. He leaned back and gave her the cheekiest grin. 

Anyone would know what she was doing. She stroked him gently a few times watching as he leaned back further, clearly getting comfortable. She licked up his shaft and once his head fell back in a sigh she used the opportunity to engulf him completely with her whole hot mouth. He moaned then. She felt his hand thread softly unto her neck and he gave her a little squeeze. He seemed mindful of her stitches. 

Gina stroked up and down with her mouth changing suction and speed to elicit more sinful noises from her man. 

He suddenly smacked her neck harshly and told her to stop. He sat up and pulled her back off. 

“Gina, stop. Come ere.” He was practically panting from her mouth's ministrations on his cock.

“On the bed.” He commanded. She arched an eyebrow unsure if she wanted to be bratty or not. When he stood and picked her up she realized she didn’t have a choice. He tossed her down unceremoniously. She squealed especially when he pinned her down by the wrist and climbed on top of her naked chilled body. 

He looked like a predator ready to devour her. 

He rubbed her stomach and went from her breasts palmed her gently as his mouth descended on her.  She was almost breathless When his hand traveled further. His finger slipped down to circle her clit. Her legs instinctively went up giving him more access and his mouth continued to lick and suck down her neck and collar bone. 

He slipped in one finger and twisted causing Gina to gasp and snap her hips back to deepen his strokes. By the second finger she was so lost in her own pleasure eye’s half lidded that she’d missed him replacing them until he gave a sharp  thrust. Her back arched in pleasure as she set her pace with his slipping into sync with his ministrations. Her nails gently drug down his back until she reached his backside. She placed pressure on his buttocks and his thrusts got sloppy but his breathing hitched and his head threw back in pleasure. 

She nipped at his neck and he returned the favor digging his fingers into her hips and re-angling  their position to a deeper thrust. Gina went over first, her orgasm crashing into her tightening around him. He lasted a few more movements before he groaned and cum inside her. 

They were both panting hot messes for several moments feeling his weight a comfort to her. When he pulled out he lay beside her and brought her to gently rest her head on his shoulder. 

He lit a cigarette and they laid there until the shrill buzz kill downstairs rang for his attention. He sighed and looked down at her as if asking for permission to leave. She nodded and threw herself back on the pillows. That was a nice distraction to a very odd day indeed.

[vivianleighwishesshewasme]

Captive to a Shelby Series-Gina

Don't interact if under 18!

Emotional/Psychological Abuse

Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Implied/Referenced Torture

Stockholm Syndrome

Forced Relationship

Dark Tommy

Fear Play

Chapter 1

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                                             1930’s ? 

Gina sat up and gripped her head trying to brace herself. Her brain felt like it was being pounded  like a sailor on shore leave. She took several breaths before she willed her eyes to open. She could hardly remember anything. 

Gina Gray looked around the elegant art deco filled room. Rich woodtones and grains filled the room from a wardrobe, a vanity, a bed that she was sitting on, a large ottoman at the end of said bed created warmth in a very white and peach tones room.  

She gingerly slid her legs off the side of the mattress and was met with her reflection. 

She didn’t remember herself looking like this, Her hair was a honey blonde, it was cut short and in finger waves.  She strode across the room. She was in a yellow and black knitted dress that fit her body like a second skin. She turned to admire herself. She looked great, just something was off though.  She twisted and turned in the mirror noticing her hair stuck up a bit in the back. Long long red nails smoothed it down, bumping against a sore spot. 

Gina gingerly ran her fingers over her scalp feeling rows of tiny stitches. She pulled her hand back and exhaled loudly. 

Something had happened to her head, an injury at some point. She wondered if that’s why things seemed unfamiliar to her. She couldn’t recall anything from childhood or hell, even today. 

She crept out of the room and glanced down the hall. Wherever she was, the mansion was massive, with more wood and green toned walls. Everything was polished to perfection and gleamed under the glow of several chandeliers.  

She saw a few people dressed like maids darting in and out of rooms paying her little to no attention. Where was she? 

Gina stood frozen unsure of what to do clutching the stop of the banister. The foyer was huge and littered with little velvet plush seating areas. A few doors remained closed, shutting her off from the various rooms she was unfamiliar with. 

“Oh, good morning Mrs. Shelby.” An older woman with soft red hair in a style that matched Gina’s, smiled warmly up at her. She stood at the bottom of the stairs, her soft wrinkled face waiting for a response. 

“Oh no,” she looks around. “You must have confused me with someone else. My name is Gina Nelson. Where am I?” Gina walked down slowly trying to keep her footing in the snug black leather shoes. Why had she laid in her bed with her shoes on? 

“Oh, Mrs. Shelby, we have gone over this everyday for the last month. Your home dear, the children should be back from school soon. They get out before lunch today.” The older women had a soft and kind voice. She seemed concerned by Gina’s confusion. She was concerned by it too if she was being honest. 

“The…the children? I’m sorry….” Gina inhaled deeply and closed her eyesShe was stuttering. She hadn’t done that since she was a child overwhelmed by her parents' verbal abuse and mind games. Oh! A memory! That was good right?!

“ Whos’ children. I don't have children.” Gina’s hand settled over her firm stomach. What was happening today? 

“Mrs Shelby! Don't say that out loud in front of them today, hurt little Charlie’s feelings you did.” The maid replied, astonished and indignant. She smoothed down her modest black garment.

Gina ran down the stairs practically flying, her hair bouncing. The ache in the back of her skull itching. 

“Who the fuck is Charlie! Where am I?” She yelled as she stood one stair above the maid. Her tag read Francis.

Just then a large imposing oak door flung open and a well built man strode out of the room. He was taller than me, broad shouldered, chiseled cheekbones and piercing cerulean blue eyes.His hair was mostly cropped to shaved close to his skull but the top was thick, lush and black. Quiet a contrast to his eyes. 

His button down white dress shirt was neatly pressed not hiding his muscular body. Gina’s gaze went immediately to the black gun and holster strapped across his back and chest.  He was well dressed and polished but he wore several rings which seemed out of place to her. He wasn’t a good man, her brain screamed. 

Why was a gun necessary? Has she been kidnapped? It would make some sense as to the state of her appearance and his need to be carrying a weapon in the house. 

“Gina!’ The man turned to her. His piercing blue eyes held her in a trance. They knew each other. His hands were raised up showing he meant her no harm, his head turned to the right addressing the maid as he walked to Gina. He was one step from her. 

“It's alright Francis. I have it from here.” The maid nodded and gave a quick worried glance at Gina’s direction once more. 

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. Like she needed judgment right now. 

“Who are you?” She snapped at the handsome man in front of her.  He turned and looked her up and down clearly exasperated with her.

“I am the man who gave you that ring on your polished finger Gina, and those children.” He pointed to the wall. Gina shook her head no, her stomach flip flopped. She looked at the portraits. Two boys and a girl. All beautiful children. All three could pass as hers and the mystery man. A perfect blend. The eldest looked like his father but with lighter brown hair, the middle boy had Gina’s champagne blonde hair and the girl also was a blonde. All three held the same features, the perfect blend of their mother and father. 

“Those are our children, Gina. Charlie is 7, Lawrence is 5 and little princess Penelope is 3. She's with aunt Pol today.” Gina looked back and forth. She was going to be sick. How come she couldn’t remember her own children? 

“Are you feeling better? You really shouldn’t drink so much, baby with your head injured like that. Come ere.” He grabbed her hand and tried pulling her toward him. She stiffened up straight and grabbed the banister digging her red nails into the railing refusing to go into his strong arms. Part of her wanted too but she couldn’t sill her body to react the way her mind was telling her to. 

“Love, you have a memory issue since you banged your head alright, everyday it’s the same thing. I'm your husband Tommy, remember?” He pleaded with her, his tone soft but firm. She couldn’t place his accent. She sounded…..different from him. He had a brogue to his deep gruff voice. Her voice was plain and soft. No accent compared to his. 

“ Maybe one day soon, if the doctor is right, you’ll start remembering things and we won't have to do this little song and dance eh? “ He tried stepping up and grabbed her by the waist so she didn’t tumble back and fall. He looked pained at her reaction to recoil from him. 

Nothing felt right about this. 

The phone from behind the large door rang out shrill and high begging for his attention. He nodded and turned, large strides into the room and slammed the door behind him. 

“Okay, not allowed in there apparently.”  She grumbled mostly to herself. Her arms were crossed and she could feel her bottom lip jut out. A pair of heels clicked toward her. She glanced up from her hair and saw a younger looking maid approach her.  

“Hello Mrs. Shelby. Will you please select what you’d like for dinner today? I’ll send it to the chef immediately.” Gina saw the name Mary scrawled finely across her name tag. Did they tag her? Probably. She wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth, at least she knew how to address her. 

Once the dinner and several dishes had been chosen Gina freely wandered around the large building getting familiar with the space. 

She eventually found a large room with several couches, a gramophone and several toys scattered throughout. 

A handmade wooden doll house sat on its own marble and wooden table. Gina bent down and admired the little white Victorian dollhouse. She flicked a small switch on and the elaborate doll house was filled with small lighted chandeliers. Porcelain dolls filled the tiny rooms. She smiled. She would have loved this as a child. Must be Penelope's dollhouse. 

In the corner an elaborately painted oilcloth was painted like a battlefield with moss.

horse and little soldiers scattered throughout, apparently winning on both sides. 

She walked to the couch, a women’s magazine lay by the pillows. Gina sat down and instantly felt a sharp pain in her back. She reached behind the pillow and yanked out a toy wooden dog with a red pull string. Lawrences perhaps? She tossed it onto the floor, uncaring that it thumped loudly. She needed a break from her pounding heart and anxiety at the moment. 

She got lost enjoying the various articles and short stories in the large magazines until Francis’s large booming voice announced the  arrival of the kids. Gina didn’t even have time to rise before they came clamoring in disrupting the peace. 

“Mommy!” They shouted in unison and rushed to hug her. Little hands reached tightly around her hands, waist and leg tightly hugging her. She patted their heads wishing she felt something other than confusion towards them. They seemed to adore her. She smiled down at them as they all started bouncing around her and begging her to play. 

She lost track of time playing with all three busy children trying to keep them from one upping each other. 

Soldiers were invading the mansion, little dolls were tossing furniture to keep the invaders at bay but the giant dog on wheels kept ramming the house sending it into chaos and disorder like a doggy Kong. 

“Dinner.” The door to the living room flung open announcing Gina’s escape from the chaotic playgroup. 

“Oh Thank God!” She stood and smoothed down her skirt grateful for the break. Her head was pounding.

“Oh Mrs. I wish you weren't so sick with this silly disease. You used to be very hands on with the children. It’s lovely to see.” Mary’s sweet full face beamed with joy. Gina wished she could echo the sentiment. It was fun at first  but quickly grew loud and rambunctious.

“What do I have?” Gina asked her as the children rushed out of the room practically bowling the help over. Gina smiled sweetly as she crossed to the room to drop the toys where they belonged. 

“Wha?” Mary’s sweet face quickly contorted with confusion. She looked around behind her. Probably looking for Mr. Shelby to help her out no doubt.

“The disease or memory loss, what is it called?” She was well aware she had the other woman pinned down now. She wanted an answer, Mary seemed like she’d crumble easily. 

“Best ask the master, Mr. Shelby.” Her face was flushed and her eyes were wide. Gina was watching her like a hawk. The other woman was stumbling and gasping for air. Gina smiled sweetly baring her teeth. 

“Well I'm not calling him that. Master is a bit much don't you think?” She waited until the other women calmed down and nodded. Lawrence stumbled into the room and Mary practically ran off. 

‘Da likes it when you call him daddy.” Lawrence smiled as the imposing man filled the doorway chuckling at his son’s observation. 

“I bet he does.” Gina said as she walked past her husband. His strong hand went to her lower back guiding her to the expansive dining room. The children all sat down eagerly waiting trying to grab at dishes and claim a larger spoonful than the next. 

“Gina?” Tommy pulled out a chair for her next to the head of the massive table . She looked up and shook her head. A portrait the size of the wall sat behind her husband, and she’d been right. He sat underneath it in all his glory blinking at her wondering what was so funny. It was a painting of him looking dapper holding the reins to a stunning white horse. 

“Your vanity knows no bounds does it? “ She asked haughtily. He grinned at her before taking a deep sip of whiskey. She had a feeling she’d find out how true that was later tonight. From the way he kept looking at her, they were obviously still sharing a bed. 

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I will be covering John/Martha and Arthur/OC