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hotwings0203 · 11 months

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“Daddy?”

You moan and weakly toss your head to your left as you hear the cellar door open

Tw: noncon, blood, kidnapping, abuse, whipping, the usual shindig

His chuckle reverberates throughout the dark room, and you can’t help but flinch at every footstep coming down the rickety steps. Your head is pounding, your heart seems to be caught in your throat and the dingy light in the cellar keeps swaying amidst the draft.

His figure descending towards you makes you nauseous, but you're not dumb enough to fall for his good-natured demeanor as he descends and approaches towards you.

Full eye-contact, a smile as best as you can manage it, and body turned toward him.

As if the chains wrapping around your body like some fucked-up gift wrapping allowed you any mobility anyways .

"Hi there, princess," he coos at you before squatting in front of your weak and bound form, lifting your chin up at him gently with his thumb and forefinger.

You hum quietly and try to swallow the cotton that seems to invade your mouth at the dark humor in his eyes.

"You miss me?"

Nodding as vigorously as you can, you scrunch your eyebrows together and pout your lips the way you know hope melts him. The healing cuts across your forehead and cheeks sting as the scabs are pulled taut with the way you're manipulating your facial expression, but if that's the price to pay to satiate put off his sick desires, then so be it.

"I-"

You cough and desperately try to wet your lips with your tongue to get rid of the raspy warble, and instead attempt to don a soft, higher pitched voice.

He doesn't like it when you give him the impression he's neglectful.

"I m-missed you daddy. Wanted to have your arms around me and feel you, and, and.."

You trail off hopelessly as you scramble for what else he'd want to hear, but in the time your hesitation settles uneasily in the air, his hand has already reached around behind his back to produce a strange black silk bandana.

"Yeah?" He simpers at your panicked expression seeing the new toy. "Guess you can't have missed me that much if you stopped screaming for me."

Your face falls.

That sick fuck

He slaps your face, hard, and violently rips your thighs apart. You yelp and flinch as he cups underneath your knees and brings them up next to your head.

Your legs shake at the strain of being folded in half after being immobile for so long, and you feel the threat of a severe cramp creeping in your calves. He merely grips your legs tighter and shoves you harder against the wall, practically slamming his hips against your own at the easy access.

He grinds slow and deliberate, almost painfully as your lower half buzzes from the attention. You sob as you strain your head to the side to avoid his leering grin right in your face, hair falling over your eyes as a temporary shield to his sadism.

"Aww, look at you. You that shy? I thought I fucked it out of you the first couple times, but I guess the lack of attention really did wonders for you."

"Daddy, please," What you're begging for, you have no idea, but you know your silence will enrage him further.

As he's done so kindly to remind you about.

His raspy growls continue right in your ear, words hot and fierce as you wince in terror. "What, I leave you down here for two days and you only need me for bathroom breaks? For food? What if I just cut that all off, huh? Would you need me then, you ungrateful fucking brat?"

He seethes and suddenly gnaws your ear.

"No! Nonononono daddy, m-my throat hurt after calling out the first couple of hours, I promise!" You wail as he continues to painfully rut and grind against your sore mound.

"Nah, don't start begging now. Your punishment hasn't even started. This is just warming you up, my pretty girl," he breathes into your open and wet tear-stained mouth as he deftly undoes your wrist shackles. His mouth never leaves yours as he lifts you up tightly against him and carries you to the other side of the red room.

The second he places your unsteady feet on the floor he grabs the ropes swinging lightly overhead and immediately starts tying your chaffed wrists again. Even though you're standing now, you feel as though your position bound now in the middle of the room is even more vulnerable that when you were sitting against the wall.

"I'm sorryyyy," your sobs wrack your body as he lets go of your now-bound wrists. Your balance is lost as you let go of your weight and let the ropes hold you up. And yet, you're still not even sure what you did to piss him off.

"Yeah, just like that, keep screaming for me pretty girl," he mutters under his breath as he stalks around the room looking for something.

"I thought the waterboarding and knives were enough to get it through your thick head, but I'll spell it out for you...on your body"

His rummaging around the room stops as he positions himself behind you, much to your terror. At least when he's in front of you you can protect whatever part of your body he's targeting.

All you hear is the pathetic sound of your own sniffles and his heavy breathing.

You make one last attempt before submitting to your own fate.

"Daddy...I thought you couldn't hear me. That's why I stopped calling for you. I-if I had known you could hear me I wouldn't have stopped!" The rest comes out in a rush as if he'll silence your excuses, and your dry throat feels as though it's ripping in half.

There's a very pregnant pause before you hear a shuffling behind you, and he starts to peel your flimsy, dirty nightie off of you.

Your lip wobbles as the silence continues, and he begins to shove his hands up your body, first trailing up and over your hips, past up your sides, and then cupping your bruised tits. You hiss slightly as his thumbs press into your sore nipples as his palms massage the globes in circles.

His breathing picks up again as you do nothing but whimper at his violations, his hips having a mind of their own and rubbing up against your bare backside. You have no idea when he took his pants off, but you definitely feel his unsheathed member dragging hot and heavy over your asscheeks, teasingly releasing precum over the skin.

"Oh, I'm not mad at you baby. I'm gonna let you continue your silence. In fact-"

His rutting and ministrations stop as he seems to have worked himself up to a climax, and you gasp lightly as you feel a cool silk fall over your eyes. You feel him secure it snugly behind your head, and moments later you hear the sound of duct tape being ripped from its coil. Sure enough, your mouth is covered, and you're rendered mute, immobile, and blind within a matter of minutes.

He voices your terror. "Like a lamb waiting for slaughter," he croons as he places his palms flat against the hollow planes against your torso your breasts, pressing you closer into his uncovered erection and chest. It seems as though he can never get close enough to you, even within his grasp.

"Spread your legs." And now his voice is monotone, devoid of the lilt mere seconds earlier.

You're too terrified to do anything but obey, hoping if you react well enough this punishment will also end in minutes tops.

You smell rather than hear the leather first, with its pungent factory scent drifting up to your blood-caked nose, making your nostrils wrinkle in disgust.

And then, you feel it.

He places the bottom of the handle of the whip firmly against your poor widdle clit, and starts grinding in circles, imitating the way he was earlier when you were in his arms.

You squeal against the moist tape and thrash, your wrists aching something fierce as the ropes holding all your weight above prove to be unyielding, merciless.

He laughs cruelly at your distressed state, and continues to rub your bud faster. He rambles on like a madman, and you feel like your ears will bleed with the filth he spews.

"Yeah, yeah, you like that? You want it that badly, slut? I'll make sure you never stop begging me, begging me to love you, to hold you, to fuck you like you need me right now," all the while he rubs his member over your asscrack and cover you threateningly.

His other hand yanks your hair to the side, and he lowers his grinning mouth to the unblemished nape of your neck, fighting for balance against your skin as you try your utter best to thwart his evading teeth.

He bites and sucks at your skin like you're nothing more than a chew-toy, all the while moaning lewdly and growling like a fucking dog.

All the sensations inflicted on your poor, abused body cause your hips to rock in their own rhythm against the handle of the whip, which hasn't stopped its incessant stimulation.

There's a tense moment of re-adjustment as he shifts the handle to his other wrist to prevent his own hand cramps, and he stops his rutting as well as his assault on your neck.

While he straightens up to continue the torture, you however, have not stopped bucking your hips amidst the handle stilling on your clit.

You let out a wail of frustration- at him, and being violated like this, and needing to cum because of it.

When he realizes your hips are actively still bucking and chasing the revoked high, he barks out an incredulous laugh.

"Seriously? And here I thought this was punishment. You sick little freak, you're not supposed to be enjoying this."

And sure enough, you feel the handle shift from stilling against your clit to pushing inside your quivering hole. You moan loudly at the feeling of the lightly ribbed tool rubbing agianst your puckering walls, albeit a bit painfully.

You can hear him exhale in awe as he angles the handle at a place that makes you jump and lift your hips as best as you can just to lower them against the shaft. he keeps it there, letting your buck your hips and work for it yourself, teasing you by bringing it lower and finding yourself unable to drop any further due to the short leash above your head.

But hes a kind master, and soon begins fucking it up into you himself after the sight of your drooling, empty pussy isn't enough to simply satiate himself by molesting your tits.

The squelching sounds of your wet cavern and your girlish moans, along with the sight of your ass shaking from his spanks are too much for him, and he yanks the handle out of you yet again right at the cusp of your climax.

"Not yet baby," he rasps, wiping literal drool off his mouth. "Daddy's gotta feel you cum around his big, fat cock," and with that whisper, he plunges three fingers back inside you. He shudders at your needy howl, and begins dillgently pumping inside of you.

With you distracted on creaming his digits, he grips the slippery handle of the whip and cracks it against your ass.

You whine and thrash again, your orgasm yet again ripped from you, but he merely pumps his fingers faster.

"Louder," He growls.

He lets it crack on the other cheek, marveling at how tight you squeeze around his fingers while the skin blooms a beautiful blood-red.

You scream this time, sure you can taste blood from your parched throat. It's exhausting your body at this point, the pleasure and pain mixing into one while he has his way with your battered skin.

He lets the leather taste your skin once, twice, curving it around your sides to let it lick your tits, making them jump deliciously and creating small rivulets of blood in its wake, behind your knees to make you buckle and fall painfully further on his pruning fingers, on your back to make you writhe.

And finally, when you do cum at his thumb finally, mercifully swiping across your long-forgotten bud, he makes sure he positions himself in front of you to hear you, loud and clear, like you were supposed to the first time.

#god this is to painfully mid but i need to get smthn out of my system for writers block ugh forgive me #mha #jjk yandere #mha yandere #bnha yandere #yandere hawks #yandere shigaraki #yandere bakugo #tw: noncon #tw: yandere #yandere gojo #yandere toji #yandere geto #yandere choso #mha x reader #jjk x reader #tw rape #tw dubcon #tw: kidnapping

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d4minnie · 29 days

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Pairing: YandereStalker!Gojo Satoru x afab!Reader

Warnings: Non con, Kidnapping & Drugging

wc:2,236

MINORS DNI

“Thanks for stopping by! Hope to see you again soon!”

After the customer left, you sighed, realising you were alone for the rest of the night. You gathered your things and started closing up the store. On your way home, you couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes boring into your back. Reaching into your bag for pepper spray, you turned around and sprayed into the darkness, but to your surprise, there was nothing there. “I must be imagining things,” you muttered to yourself.

You continued on your way home, but the unsettling feeling wouldn’t leave. You quickened your pace, and soon heard footsteps quickening behind you. Panicking, you broke into a full sprint, running as fast as you could. When you felt you had gained enough distance, you stopped and sprayed behind you again, not daring to look back.

When you finally stopped to catch your breath, you looked down and saw a cat. You let out a heavy sigh, annoyed that such a small creature had scared you but still relieved that no one was following. Just as you were about to relax, you turned around and came face to face with a towering figure.

“Gotcha.” You felt a rag pressed firmly against your mouth. You clawed desperately at the arm holding you, squirming and trying to make noise, but to your horror, there was no one around to help. As your vision started to blur and darken, you looked up. The last thing you saw before everything went black was a pair of piercing blue orbs staring back at you.

Your eyes began to flutter open as you took in your surroundings. You were in a large, neatly kept master bedroom. You tried to open the door, only to find it was locked. Panicking, you clawed at the door and pounded on it. “LET ME OUT!” you shouted, your voice echoing in the empty room.

The door opened, and in walked a towering man with white hair and piercing blue eyes. Not taking any chances, you tried to bolt out of the room but were immediately held back. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked. Feeling so small compared to him, you squeaked out a small, “Let me go…”

He tightened his grip, pulling you closer to his chest. “No. I don’t think I will,” he replied, a dangerous look in his eyes.

Before you could get another word in, you noticed his pupils slightly dilate. He pulled you closer, grabbed you, and pushed you down onto the bed. “W- what are you doing? Stop!,” you said, but he ignored you, pinning you beneath him with a smirk growing on his lips.

He moved one of his hands to your face, holding your chin between his thumb and index finger, forcing you to look directly at him. His gaze was intense as he stared into your eyes.

“Beautiful, aren’t you?” he says.

He moves his free hand to your waist, his fingers tracing small, slow circles on your skin. He hums softly, admiring your face and body beneath him. “I'm sorry for whatever I done please let me go,” you plead, but he ignores you, pressing his body closer to yours. His hand slides from your waist to your hip, gripping it firmly to ensure you can’t move away.

"No, I don't think I will," he repeats himself, a hint of lust in his voice

He moves his lips to your neck, his teeth gently biting the skin, causing you to gasp as faint marks appear. His lips travel down to your collarbone, leaving a trail of hickeys. He continues to your chest, unbuttoning your shirt to expose more skin for him to mark. He continues to place hickeys on your chest, one hand moving up to grip your shoulder, his fingers pressing into your skin and leaving their own marks. He pauses for a moment, taking in his work with a smile. "You don't know how long I've waited for this," he snickers. He rips off your pants along with your underwear and grips your waist and flips you over in a mean arch, pinning you to the bed once more. He secures your wrists above your head with one hand, then moves his other hand trailing down your back.

He lifts the back of your shirt and rips it off completely, leaving you exposed and vulnerable. He lightly brushes his fingers against your sobbing, wet cunt. “You’re getting turned on by this, aren’t you? What a slut.” his voice laced with a hint of mockery. He plunges 2 fingers deep inside of you. You instinctively clench around him but right now you couldn't produce any coherent thoughts so you really didn't care. Quickening the pace with his fingers, you cry out. He chuckles and goes even faster then before, but as the intensity builds, the relief you were chasing for leaves the moment it comes. "W- what? why'd you stop!" instead of answering your question strips off his shirt, leaving his toned body up for your full indulgence while he works on his pants. The sound of his belt buckle loosening and his zipper coming down excites you, making your stomach and pussy flutter in tandem. After he throws his clothes into the same pile yours were in he grabs hold of his hardened member thats when you move your head to take a look at it your jaw drops at the huge thing before you. "It's not gonna fit…" you try scrambling away but he already had a firm grip onto your waste as he lines himself up your entrance.

"Oh~ I'll make it fit" he chuckles

Disallowing you to get another word, he plunges deep into you making you cry out.

"O- oh my Godd" you started blabbering incoherent words as he plunges in and out of you the sight of his cock disappearing from between your thighs makes you feel even hotter then you did before. He shoves your face into the pillow infront of you and goes at even faster pace. "You like that Y/n, Is this dick too much for you?" He cooingly asks. Completely disregarding the fact that he somehow knew your name you start nodding in agreement.

"I need words baby" He mockingly asks-"Yes! oh yes" you repeat your mind going blissfully blank as the warm feeling in your stomach intensifies.

SMACK his hand connects with your asscheek, making it jiggle. The sharp sensation makes you gasp, your toes curling at the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure. He starts nibbling and bitting at the back of your neck drawing blood, "Y- you like that, huh?" he wraps his arms around you quickening his pace even more leaving your jaw slacked and your eyes rolled back in pleasure. "F- faster please!" you beg. You feel the warmth at the pit of your stomach intensifying more then before, moving one of his hands he starts circling your clit at a rapid pace making you mind go blank he starts thrusting even harder, his balls slap against your clit, filling your body with absolute pleasure.

"O-oh my, ah, sh-shit, I can't!" you gasp

"But you will" he rasps bringing both his arms around your chest wrapping you tight.

You feel your orgasm rising, your pussy tightening around his dick while that knot in your core begins to tighten as well, signalling your end. He pulls both of your bodies closer, pressing you even tighter against him.

You both cry out as you feel ecstasy fall over you and a warm liquid shooting into your insides as he pulls out you assume its over but he pins your body down and plunges 2 fingers into you once more. You try moving forward to get away but the grip on your waste leaves you no space to run, he continues plunging into you adding another finger disallowing any of his liquids from before to fall out you ride out your second orgasms but the next words you hear send chills down your spine sending a wave of realisation over you.

"You're probably knocked up now! So you wont be able to leave me

ever."

#Gojo x reader #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #satoru gojo x reader #gojo smut #tw kidnapping #rape/noncon #non con #18+ mdni #mdni #afab!reader #afab reader

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x--sinner--x · 9 days

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I just kidnapped an innocent looking slut from a club I was at. I spiked her drink without her noticing, and it was her fault she came alone in the first place. I waited until she took a sip of her drink and passed out to slowly drag her into a bathroom stall, broke a window and slowly got her body out the window so that she doesn't fall on the way out and I swiftly followed her. My getaway car was just parked out front, so it was easy to get her inside the car and drive away.

As I brought them to their new home, I tied their hands together to the bed frame and removed their pants and waited until the effects of the drug wore off and for them to wake up and find the situation they were in. I just sat in a chair next to them as they woke up, immediately screaming and flailing their legs in the air as if that's gonna help them get free. Once they realised they don't have pants on, I could only imagine the humiliation they faced, because they tried to close their legs together so that I won't be able to look.

The reason I didn't take off their top was because I wanted to toy with them even more. So I took my pocket knife and started marking their exposed skin, and their screams were just pure melody to my ears. I slowly started to cut through the fabric, cutting circles around their nipples to see how hard they were. I then cut another circle around their belly button, just to increase the humiliation they were facing.

I placed my pocket knife to their neck and made them quiet down as I came on top of them and forced my cock through her wet pussy hole (she got wet from fearing me, how sweet), as I sucked on her exposed nipples. I went down and licked her belly button and her exposed armpits and also their neck, to make them feel as dirty as possible.

Ahhhh now my head is reeling with ideas on what to do with this pathetic slut...

(like and reblog this and get me to 100 notes for part 2....)

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envy-of-the-apple · 2 months

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as much as I like the idea of a older!reader with gojo, I can't shake off the connotation of grooming (esp if it's a 16-18 gojo with like a 30 year old woman).

Oh my godddd fuck off I’ve literally never made an age gap fic where Gojo is younger than 21.

why do I feel like you would not complain if I made a fic where 28 year old Gojo went after a third year student MC???? cuz these fics are made all the time and i dont see anyone complaining about grooming for those fics. fun fact all student teacher relationships are grooming, regardless of the student is 18 or not!

I have always stressed that in ALL of my age gap fics that first: its unrequited love. Second: the gojo/geto/whoever is at least 21. this is NOT grooming. If anything, it's the opposite of grooming cuz the MC is constantly getting manipulated/harassed by these shitheads. i have never written a fic where the MC responds to any of younger gojo's actions ya that would be weird (at most, Gojo misinterprets the action or the MC is threatened into playing along)

the reason why I love older woman/younger men is because I cannot project onto these MCs. I can't relate to being married or having kids or being 30, and it makes me feel more comfortable when I write these fics. I will never write a fic where the MC is 21 and Gojo is 19 cuz that's my age and it makes me feel icky. But 22-year old Gojo and 34-year old MC??? I cant project onto that. that's what makes the trope so good. I cant even bring myself to write a 21-year old MC dating 28-year old Gojo because the likelihood of me/people I know getting manipulated by a 28 year old irl is very very high (for the record THATS grooming)

#lemme get this right #you were ok with me writing rape/kidnapping/mindbreak/AMPUTATION #but younger man/older women is where you draw a line???#im a DARK CONTENT creator this stuff is VANILLA???#do yall know how EXPENSIVE therapy is??i have college bills to pay this is the best i got leave me and my trauma aloneeeee #idk why i expect my readers to have reading comprehension skills #yall have none thats why you read fanfics on tumblr

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shit-people-probably-didnt-say · 2 months

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That was quite horrifying

#klaus forced into ghost sex work???#what was the reason #usually his substance induced antics were low level and he was consenting #hes kidnapped and so used to people wanting sex he knows the cashpoint situ #and they play the mischievious klaus music as this isnt rape??#did they have a single person with a functional braincell (aka woman) looking at this?#hello??#the umbrella academy #tua #klaus hargreeves

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winniethewife · 10 months

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I'm getting what is mine (William Tell x F!Reader)

Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. Kidnapping, Sensory deprivation, Non-con, Stockholm syndrome, Drugged, PinV, Fembodied, Oral sex, Bondage, unprotected sex, toxic relationship, Fake Death

Minors DNI

For @romana-after-dark 's Dead Dove Do Not Eat December.

Words: 1162

Just call my name, I'm yours to tame…

I'm wide awake, I crave your taste

All night long 'til morning comes

I'm getting what is mine, you gon' get yours,

It was Dark, Silent, and the gag in her mouth made chafed slightly at the sides of her mouth. The blindfold around her eyes was secured tight as were her hands, tied together behind her back. She had noise cancling headphones over her ears. Whoever had done this know what he was doing. From what little she could tell she was on a bed, the sheets weren’t every comfortable. She had no idea how long she’d been sitting there, clad only her bra and underwear, the cold air of the room on her skin. Suddenly she feels a hand on her shoulder, she flinches at the touch. It’s oddly gentle, the rough calloused hand caressing her shoulder, then down her arm, lifting her hand, Pressing lips on her fingers and slowly but surely up her arm. A chill runs up her spine, she’s not sure what she’s meant to do, such gentle actions in a situation that was far from gentle. She lets out a soft involuntary whimper, this causes William pause.

This was something he had fantasized about for a long time. Just taking what he wanted, it had seemed so easy when he had started talking to her at the bar of the casino, when he bought her a drink and slipped the tasteless powder in her drink, when he got her back to his motel room where she was out cold. But it seemed a little harder watching her over night. He hadn’t tried anything yet, showing restraint, just sleeping next to her unconscious body, after making sure she couldn’t get away of course. In the morning when she started to wake, he positioned her on her knees, then watching her squirm and twitch in fear, until finally… he was ready. But that soft innocent sound, that was what made this just slightly harder.

“I’m not going to hurt you…” He says softly, knowing she can’t hear him, he wonders if he’s saying it to reassure her or keep himself accountable. He doesn’t think about it very long before moving to lay her down, his mouth moving along her body, his fingers curls under the elastic of her underwear, pulling them down gently. She lets out a sob, terrified. For her every touch was so intense. Every single time his lips made contact with her skin, every move he made, when he pushes her legs to the side, when he trusted into her…It was all so much, too much. Tears soaking the blind fold as she cries out, terrified of every second, terrified of her own bodies reaction, terrified of what will happen next.

Two days pass, William does everything to take care of her, something she doesn’t expect. He makes sure all her needs are taken care of, but he doesn’t ever take off any of the sensory deprivation devices, just the gag. She has barley spoken a word, just letting him know when she needed to use to the bathroom or she was done eating or something similar. But that morning when she woke up, she realized she could hear the soft breathing of the sleeping man who held her tight. She gasped slightly as he pulls her in closer. His mouth on her earlobe.

“Hello Beautiful.” He whispers in her ear then bites down softly on the helix of her ear. The voice, it calls back the image, the handsome man at the bar with the slicked back hair, and a handsome face.

“William.” She is shocked, her whole body freezes. It’s all starting to come together now. William kisses her neck and hums softly.

“Yes...God you’re so pretty baby. And you’re mine.” He growls in her ear, pulling her in close, thrusting his hips into hers, she feels his cock against her. A soft moan escapes her lips. She feels instant shame as she does so. William huffed into her shoulder, moving his hips into hers, snaking his arm down to her cunt, running his fingers through her wet folds, drawing more soft moans from her. She doesn’t know what to feel as he moves her body, parting her legs and finding his way with his mouth to her heat. Running his tongue along her slit his thumb rubbing circles on her Clit.

“No, No, No, Please, Please…Ngh.” She tried to move away, tried to make an effort, but he easily held her down as he moved to pin her. “I said you’re mine.”

This became her life after that. She was his, and that was her only reason to exist. She loses track of the time she’d been in this one motel room, but slowly she earns the ability to see, to be untied, to do things on her own. Over time she doesn’t even think about her life before, this was her life now, and at some point she hardly recognized herself. She was waiting for William to return after one of the now rare occasions that he left. As He came in the door she stood up from the bed, excited to see him. Like a dog who’s master had been gone all day.

“Hey, look at you, so pretty for me.” He says as he looks over her, she’s wearing one of the outfits he bought her, they don’t cover much, but he likes it that way. He wraps an arm around her and pulls her in to kiss her cheek, then deeply inhales her scent, burying his face in her neck. He nips at the sensitive skin under her jaw. She lets out a soft mewl as he does so. “Mmm…That’s it…Who do you belong to?”

“You, William…Only you.” She answers. Her hands wrap around his shoulders as he growls in appreciation.

“That’s right baby…You’re mine.” His voice is low as he presses his tongue on one of the Hickeys on her neck, a physical reminder of his ownership. After a moment of appreciating his prize he pulls away and looks into her eyes. “You’re ready, sweetheart. We’re hitting the road tonight babe, just you and me, gonna show the world who you belong to now.” He smiles softly, an unusual look for him. She smiles back.

“I’d follow you anywhere, Darling.” She whispers, she means it. She would follow him to the ends of the earth. She was entirely enraptured by him, not even a thought of what he had done, how she got in this position in the first place. None of it mattered.

“That’s my girl…” His lips meet hers and they move together in sync. He got exactly what he wanted, and all it took was a little persuasion, a bit of patience, and convincing the entire town that this girl…was dead. Now she was his, and his alone. They would leave in the morning around 10, when everyone who knew her buried another woman’s body.

And she was none the wiser, her mind, body and soul were devoted to him, and him alone. ~

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