#i picture wren twirling around on the chain the way spongebob did on the first spongebob movie

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WIP Wednesday

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This is just a little thingy I was working on for funsies with the Wren merc au I have for Resident Evil. And of course none of it is edited, so I’m sure there are tons of mistakes but I’m winging it. 

My muscles screamed in defiance and my hands pounded from the continuous digging of the metal against my palms, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t as quick as I would have liked, but I pulled my legs as fast as I could, the flash of movement catching his attention as he whipped his head back in my direction, but it was too late. While I wasn’t exactly tall, my legs were still nice, one of my favorite features of mine, and they were enough to wrap around his neck and pull him close, keeping him tight between my thighs. He immediately began to fight back, doing his best to pry my legs from around his neck as he looked at me with a mix of shock and anger as he gasped out and grunted with effort. But I just glared at him and gritted my teeth, doing everything to make sure I kept my hold on him. “Think you can…keep me here…I don’t fucking think so…” Every word took effort as we fought for control, his hands gripping my thighs harshly and trying to pull, I knew there would be bruises.

“Didn’t…fucking do that…” he grunted passed clenched teeth as his arms flexed and yanked, my stomach dropping at the show of muscle and the realization that while I knew I never skipped leg day, there was no way I would be able to hold out long with the strength this guy had. If I was going to get out, I needed to do it before he got the advantage.

“I don’t believe you.” I hissed as my hands slipped more, that biting metal slowly coming back up towards my hands. “Keys. Now.”

“Don’t have—”

“Keys! Give me the fucking keys!”

The man didn’t respond as he glanced behind me and froze for just a moment, just enough to catch my attention. I turned, following his gaze, and once I laid my eyes on just what seemed so damn interesting, my stomach dropped. No. We both turned to each other, catching eyes for just a split second as it became clear what we were both thinking. In that moment, time stood still, and I stopped breathing. Licking my lips, I was about to say something before all hell broke loose, but I never got the chance. “Don’t—”

He jerked my body with him as he ran towards the chain and where it was wrapped up to keep me lifted. I tried to squeeze harder as I strained to keep him in my grip and to keep my grip on the chain as my fingers slipped from the sweat and his weight pulling against me. The shackles found the boney part of my wrist and tears sprang to my eyes. I could feel how red my face was getting as I struggled, but it wasn’t as if he was just standing there and taking it, his fingers pried my legs apart just enough to allow him to wrap an arm around my thigh and finally break my hold. A quick inhale escaped from me as my legs slipped from his shoulders, and it was all the warning I had before gravity took over. I cried out as my grip on the chains finally gave out and met the momentum of falling from his shoulders—the shackles immediately slammed into the lower part of my thumb, pain erupting from it and I couldn’t help but beg for it not to be broken as he lunged for the chain on the wall. Shoving the pain aside, I scrambled to capture my footing again, hoping to maybe give a hop up to take some strain off and maybe get another chance to latch onto him, but it was hard with how I swung, my body spinning a bit as I went—the tips of my boots just skimmed the floor at best. Just as I was able to get a grip on the floor, he had already unraveled the chain, wrapping it around his arm and watching me as he yanked it hard. “No—ugh!”

I kicked my feet out in frustration as he hoisted me up, I growled through the pain as I swayed even more from my violent kicks, but he just watched as I finally went limp again and glared at him. “You done?”

“Get fucked.”

He didn’t respond to that right away, but he did give the ring above me some consideration, his brows furrowing in concentration. After a few moments, his attention came back to me. “If I let you down, you gonna attack me?”

I gave him a bored look. “I don’t know what kind of kinky shit you’re into, but usually when it comes to bondage, you need consent. Is this a sex thing? Because if it is, I’m not interested right now, so I don’t give my consent…or I rescind whatever consent I might have given, I don’t fucking remember.” That only made him look even more confused as he took a step closer.

“You’re not exactly filling me with confidence.” He replied dryly and I rolled my eyes at him. “What are you doing here?”

“Me? What are you doing here?” I retorted. “I’m on vacation, clearly. Such a great spot, friendly locals and social groups, its great. And now its ruined, thank you.”

“I told you—I didn’t do this.” He pressed his finger against his chest, the blue shirt covering him like a second skin and showing off just how muscular he was. “Look, I can get you out of this. I was taken and chained up too. Were you taken by the same guy?”

I frowned as I slowly turned. “Some guy? No? The fuck if I know, who cares? Get me the fuck down.”

“Can I trust you?”

“Doubt it.” He opened his mouth to respond but my back had turned to him as the chain slowly twirled me around.