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You've been stuck in these four concrete walls for months, stuck in the cold, musty concrete basement of a deranged kidnapper, you wouldn't call him a murderer though, as he clearly hasn't bothered to 'dispose of you' yet. You had no human interaction other than the daily visits that he gave you, yet they didn't feel 'human', he'd always be wearing those awful fucking masks, changing the face, usually to cater to his current emotion, every time he spoke to you, in that too sweet and borderline condescending tone. That man had really fooled you that day...
It was July 15th 1978, It was a hot summer day, you had spent maybe a good three hours out at the park with a couple of friends, just hanging out. It was senior year, you were almost out of high school and it was a weekend, of course, your parents allowed you out all day. You were wearing a thin tank top and a pair of denim shorts, and just a pair of trainers. You eventually left your friends and started walking back to your neighbourhood, slowly walking against the hot pavement. The street was unnervingly quiet, with no fast cars racing up the road, and no children playing noisily in their front yards, this was most likely a product of the stories that had been floating around the town. There had been multiple kidnappings of young boys around the town, for a while now. They nicknamed him "The Grabber", the name honestly didn't sit well with you, it was just an overall creepy title in your opinion. You shook that thought away and focused, you knew you had a while yet to walk and you noticed how the sun was starting to set, a beautiful orange filled the sky, and you couldn't help yourself but stare up at it. The sudden sound of a sputtery engine broke you out of your trace, you looked around for the disturbance. There it was, a poor man was trying to figure out what was wrong with his van, it clearly wasn't going well for him. Out of good conscience, you briskly walked over to the man. The man had shoulder-length reddish-brown hair, wearing an odd hat and a pair of sunglasses, he also seemed a bit older than you originally expected. You smiled and spoke;
"Hey, I saw that you were having car troubles, and my brother's a mechanic, perhaps I could help you?"
The man broke this gaze from the car's hood and looked over at you, he brought the sunglasses down to the bridge of his nose and smirked. He gestured at the open hood, with an open palm and stepped back.
"Go for it, darling."
The nickname sent tingles down your spine, and you could feel his gaze linger on you as you inspected each compartment. As you were looking for the issue, the man, who was currently leaning on a street lamp, started speaking to you.
"Oh this is great, thank you for helping me honestly, not many people are willing to help a stranger.
You just chuckled at the comment and keep searching. 'Voila!' you thought to yourself, you had finally checked the radiator, taking the cap off, you suddenly noticed the absence of radiator fluid. You quickly turned around to tell the man of the issue,
"Hey, the radiator has no fluid and caused the engine to overheat, do you happen to have any radiator fluid hanging back in that van of yours?
"Thanks sweetheart, I might have some in the back, I'll go check."
The man sauntered to the back of the van, as you rested against the car. You could hear him rummage around the back of his van, around who knows what. He slammed the door shut, making you jump as the sudden noise startled you, he came around with a small bottle of the greenish fluid, and you gestured to which hole to fill. When he was pouring, you noticed the large ombre label on the side of the van, and you decided to question him about it.
"Magician I see, pays well hmm?
He looked down at you before letting out a small laugh,
"Part-time actually, well it could be better pay, I'm looking for another job for the time being."
While he was screwing the cap back on, the keys presumably for the car, slipped out of the front pocket of his jeans, he muttered something about being clumsy and bent down to pick them up. The last thing you saw was his arm swinging at your head, then nothing.
That was the gist of everything that happened. It turned out that, instead of grabbing his keys, he grabbed a pretty large rock and hit you pretty damn hard on the head. You were knocked unconscious and then you woke up with a throbbing headache, and a nasty gash on your forehead and in a disgusting dark room. You were fucking terrified because it was the exact same room you find yourself in, at this very moment. The man who you now call your kidnapper re-introduced himself and cleaned up the wound he caused. You never tried to anger the man and you always did everything he asked, whether it be telling the truth about yourself, obeying his orders or even the weirder requests...
It had only been a few weeks stuck in the basement of this madman. He would come down daily to give you a serving of eggs and a soda, not very nutritious but it was better than starving. He would usually come down and engage in small talk with you, this small talk only ever consisted of basic questions about yourself and you answering said questions truthfully. But now something's changed, as if now if he walked in, the tension was thick, not even a knife could cut it. Yet, it wasn't bad tension, like he was inches away from gutting you and strangling you with your intestine, it was different, weirdly different.
You woke up, once again on the same old spring mattress, in the same corner of the same room. You got up from the bedding and stretched, wondering about all the possible things you could achieve in this great day of doing absolutely nothing. Then the sudden opening of the door took you by surprise, as he would never visit you this early in the morning. As you turned around to greet the deranged man, you noticed the odd absence of the tray of food, he'd always bring with him, every morning. You quirked a brow at the masked man, wondering what exactly he wanted. Your throat went dry as he beckoned you closer with a single finger, not knowing what he wanted from you. He stayed silent until you were only a few millimetres apart, then out of nowhere he removed his mask, that was peculiar because you hadn't seen his face ever since that summer day when you thought nothing could go wrong helping out some poor stranger. You had to admit that he wasn't the most unattractive man, and maybe if he wasn't this horrible human being, honestly you'd probably take an interest in him. He tilted your chin with his thumb and forefinger. Now your faces were only mere inches apart. You could faintly smell a hint of alcohol on his breath, it scared you, as it meant the man most likely was not thinking straight and all of his inhibitions were thrown out the metaphorical window. He bent down and mumbled against the shell of your earlobe.
"You're so beautiful, y'know that? pretty hair, such gorgeous eyes"
His words made your whole body tense up, as he'd never tried anything like this before, maybe a couple of threats here and now but never anything inherently sexual. You honestly didn't feel beautiful, being cooped up in a dark basement, with little bathing didn't make you feel so 'pretty' as he exclaimed you were. You just stood there as he started to play with your hair, twisting it around his finger and letting it spring back into its messy place. The next few words that spilled from his lips would truly confuse you.
"hmm can I kiss you?"
He stroked your cheek gently and asked the question, but didn't wait for the answer. He roughly crashed his lips onto yours, making you almost lose balance, which he noticed and placed a hand on your lower back, pulling you extremely close to him. He fisted his other hand in your hair and licked at your bottom lip, an inviting gesture. But you just couldn't do it. It wasn't right, you couldn't bring yourself to repriociate the kiss, it felt wrong not to but you just couldn't. He realised this and quickly broke away, his demeanour shifted completely, and the look on his face was a mixture of disappointment and anger. He quickly shoved his mask back on before walking out of the room, and harshly slamming the door shut behind him.
You never understood what happened that day, and for the next couple of visits, he didn't say a word to you, leaving you with now nothing but your own thoughts. It hurt, having the only person who talked to you, was kind towards you, disregard you because of your dumb actions. After a couple of weeks, he came around and started talking to you a bit more, it was nice having some small human interaction while stuck here. It was only just basic questions once again. Soon, after a couple of months, it got better, he was usually in a happy mood and even shared some little details about himself. Such as him telling you vaguely that he, himself, was stuck in the very same room as you found yourself in daily. You honestly believe that that was him, trying his best to sympathise with you, as much as he could.
Time skip
He walked into the bleak room, just at sunset, to give you, your last meal for the night. Everything was going, as usual, he talked with you while you ate, but one very minor detail changed, you always hear the definitive lock of the door after it was shut, it was a defeating sound. But this night, it didn't happen, no click of the lock, just nothing. You knew what you had to do, you knew through that door held your way out. You waited longer than expected and got up from the mattress, and inched towards the door, you quietly turned the handle, for the millionth time but this time, the latch turned fully. You pulled the door open slightly, making sure to check that he wasn't just waiting on the other side with a hatchet. Seeing nothing on the other side, you exhaled deeply and prepared to finally be rid of this horrible life. Looking your freedom dead in the eyes, You crept up the wooden stairs, careful not to create any noise. When you got to the top of the stairs, you peered out the doorway, and into the dark living space. You took a step out and scanned the room. Your eyes lit up in pure excitement as you saw the front door, the key to everything. You also saw that the door had a padlock, all you needed was a hammer to break the simple lock and this life would finally be yours. You couldn't see anyone in plain sight, so you slowly made your way into the illuminated kitchen. When you reached the doorway, the sight in front of you made your eyes widen in complete horror. There he was, lying back on a wooden chair, his head lolled back, a frowning mask still on his face, seemingly fast asleep. You took notice of the familiar striped cardigan he usually wore buttoned-up, which was fully undone, revealing the majority of his chest, rising and falling softly with every breath. How his auburn hair lightly grazed his jaw, or how one of his hands rested comfortably on his spread legs. The other more worryingly, was what he was holding in his grasp, the belt, with the large metal belt buckle, sat slack against his right thigh.
It was truly a strange sight, seeing this man who had kidnapped you, trapped you in a horrible basement and seemingly ruined you for life, just sleeping soundly, almost vulnerable even. You let your raw curiosity get the better of your survival instinct, you felt your feet wander slowly towards the sleeping psychopath. You stopped a few inches before him and just stared down at him. Before you stop yourself, your mind wandered, into what a sane person could call 'dangerous territory'. You had images of you running your hands over his bare skin, or him doing more filthy things to you with those large hands. This sent a warmth throughout your body, a more delightful feeling than you'd like to ever admit. As you kept your lingering gaze, a more remorseful feeling started to stir in your stomach, and you started to have second thoughts about leaving the man, you knew he was overjoyed when you always followed his instructions, without comment. But the actions that you were destined to make, would severely break his heart and you honestly couldn't bear to see that.
As you were left contemplating either sacrificing your own survival or living with constant guilt while standing practically in between his legs, you noticed him stir slightly. This made your blood run ice cold because you knew that if caught you trying to leave, and may God help you, as only he knows what on Earth that man would do to you.
God wasn't on your side. The moment you decided to take a small step back, you heard an unmistakable sigh and then his rough voice pierced the air.
"Y/N, y/n ,y/n, Why would you do this? I thought we had something special, I-I thought you loved me..."
Hearing the hurt in his voice, made you question everything. Perhaps there was something special between you and him, as he never laid a finger on you in anger, and seemed to care about you, always making sure you were okay and not harming yourself downstairs. Perhaps he really did love you, and now as if a heavy fog was lifted from your eyes, you realise that the man wasn't as terrible as you originally thought so. You didn't want to anger him any more than you already have so, you tried your hardest not to sound as if you were lying.
"I do love you, how could you ever think I don't, you've taken care of me for months, you visit me daily, and you've never hurt me before either. I didn't come up here to try to leave you, I came up here to prove it to you."
His head automatically snapped up to meet your voice, those last 9 words to fall from your lips paired with your voice reeking of desperation, made him aroused, smirking behind his mask, he contemplated whether to believe your claims or just haul you back into the basement with no food for a week or two for punishment. But seeing the look in your eyes, made him truly believe you, but he wanted more than just worthless words. He could feel his cock get half-hard from just the dirty images flooding his head from just hearing the pretty plea spilling from your lips.
"Okay then Doll, you say you wanna prove your love to me hmm, well then prove it. Oh and don't make me wait."
You saw his free hand gesture to his now-tented crotch, and you knew exactly what he wanted. So you sunk to your knees, in between his already-spread legs, and unzipped his trousers hastily. You pulled out his throbbing cock from the confines of his boxers and gingerly stroked him, until he was fully hard, in response, the man let out a small sigh of relief, which most likely meant that he really wasn't used to such intimate attention such as this. As if to test the waters, you gave the tip a kitten lick, making him roll his head back, before fisting a good amount of your c/n hair and pulling you forward. You managed to take the first couple of inches, without choking, You opened your mouth to let your tongue trace his throbbing vein on the underside of him. but he wasn't satisfied, he pushed on the back of your head, making you take him fully into your throat, making your nose uncomfortably against his pubic bone. The sheer feeling of him so deep in your throat made you gag around his entire cock. The vibrations felt absolutely heavenly on him sending a shiver down his spine. He groaned appreciatively, his hips thrust quick and sharp into your mouth, but it still wasn't enough.
"Oh my, fuck you're great at this...Fuck you're gonna make me cum down your pretty throat aren't you?"
He kept his dick deep in your throat at all times, fucking it to his liking, bruising and abusing as much as he wanted, not a care in the world if you were struggling to breathe. His dick throbbed when you looked up at him with bright e/c doe eyes, through your long eyelashes. Your eyes were red and teary, from this cock tickling the back of your throat with every thrust of his hips. You knew you looked like a total mess, yet you still saw the adoring look in the man's ocean blue eyes, as he looked down at you, vulnerable, powerless. You would never admit it out loud but you were loving every second of this, him taking full control of you, you helplessly on your knees, pleasing him. Unexpectically he gripped your head even harder before one last thrust, and with a loud, borderline animalistic groan, he spilled down your throat. Once you swallowed all of it, he softened his grip on you and you quickly pulled back, he stroked your cheek affectionately, almost lovingly. Then out of thin air, his demeanour shifted, he roughly grabbed your jaw and forced it open, practically inspecting you and when he was satisfied that you had swallowed everything, he started to stroke your messy hair.
"You did so well for me kitten, you really did...oh but you did disobey me, leaving your room, I have to teach you a lesson for your disobedience"
Those words, paired with him gripping his belt tightly, make your blood curdle. You really didn't to find out what he had in store for you as punishment. Yet you already knew it wouldn't be entirely pleasant. He saw how your eyes widened in fear and chuckled darkly, he stood up and tightly clutched your wrist, before dragging you off your knees, he whispered into your ear,
"Come on, I'll take you to my room, wouldn't want my brother seeing what I'm gonna do to you. Your body is only for my eyes."
Still grasping your wrist, he led you up a set of stairs. You furrowed your brow in confusion, the man has a brother? how did he not stumble into the basement at least once, it was odd, to say the least. You started to feel a sinking feeling set in your stomach because you had a vague idea what he was going to do, it made you reminisce that one odd morning when the man was severely intoxicated, and now he was going to do a lot more than try to kiss you. Although you felt a warmth flood your body as he had a sense of possessiveness over you, it wholeheartedly made you feel special in a peculiar way. When you both got to the second floor of the house, he lead you to a door on the left of the hallway, he opened the door and shoved you inside swiftly before shutting it behind himself. You took notice of how nice his room really looked, it seemed to have a red theme, and it honestly suited the man. He took off his more or less bizarre mask, throwing it off somewhere, and you got to stare right into his eyes, full of lust. He quickly grabbed your waist with his free hand before pulling you close against him, he quickly let his lips ghost over yours, teasingly. He pulled away, and walked away, standing a foot away from the bed. He gestured to your clothes.
"Undress."
You did as he said, carefully, you unzipped your shorts, pulling them down your legs slowly, and then you slid off your tank top, leaving you only in a bra and panties. You saw him, just raking his eyes all over your almost completely nude body. Then he spoke up, seemingly snapped out of his trance.
"All of it darling."
You felt a bit self-conscience about wanting the man to see all of you, but alas, you reached your arms behind your back and unclipped your bra, letting it fall to the floor. You then hooked your fingers into the waistband of your underwear, pulling it down your thighs, then all the way off, you stepped out of them and walked closer to the man, fully exposed. He smiled, pleased with your obedience and he wondered how you'd take these next instructions. He started to fondle the leather in his hands, while you tried not to smile in sheer anticipation. He then folded the leather around his hand, gripping the metal buckle tightly.
"Turn around. Bend over the bed."
You swallowed the lump in your throat and did as he said, bending over the foot of the bed, leaning your elbows on the mattress, your breasts pressed against the soft sheets, he let out a muffled sound of appreciation, a borderline moan seeing you so open, only for him. You interlocked your hands, your grip turning the knuckles a bright white. He pressed softly on your lower back, you were unsure if he was doing it for comfort or dominance. You shut your eyes tightly, preparing for the pain of the belt. You heard the exhale before he raised his arm and released the belt. You yelped at the burning sensation of where the buckle roughly hit your flesh, your back arched, as the pain was unfamiliar, Your eyes filled with tears. He murmured 'Good girl' before he struck you again, yet this time you didn't make such a loud noise as prior, just a small whimper. The belt left welts on your skin, you lost count of how many times he struck you, and the point where the pain blended into pleasure. Instead of a noise of pain, you made low groans, slowly surrendering to the sensation. You knew he was finished as you heard the metal hit the floor, from your hips to your thighs felt as if they had been ignited. Your cheeks were wet with tears, yet you decided you turn around and stand up. He smiled down at you and softly wiped your tears away from your cheeks with a finger. You quietly spoke up.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left the room. I disobeyed you, please forgiv-"
He didn't give you a chance to apologise before roughly crashing his lips onto yours, his arms wrapped around your waist, while your arms rested on his neck, pulling each other closer. The kiss was fervent and passionate, you easily returned the kiss, even slightly pulling on his hair, earning a slight groan, muffled by your lips. He quickly pushed you back onto the mattress, not daring to break the kiss, the feeling of weight on your previously abused skin made you hiss slightly, but he soothingly rubbed the skin on the back of your thigh, basically straddling you. He moved his hand that was on your waist and brought it in between your legs, he found your clit and started rubbing small circles on the ball of nerves.
"You always this wet for me Doll?"
The smugness dripping from him made your eyes widen and you may have accidentally nipped at his lip, drawing blood. Yet this didn't deter him, it made him kiss you impossibly harder, your tongues basically dancing with one another. He broke away only to start peppering small kisses on your body, first your neck, then down to your breasts, stopping to only take a nipple into his mouth, making you arch your back in pleasure, then down your stomach, and just above your hip bone, still rubbing your clit. You fisted the sheets as he started to nip at your inner thighs boldly. He removed his hand, causing you to let out an embarrassingly loud whine but he replaced his fingers with his mouth, licking up your slit, sucking around your pulsing clit, the sensations sending tingles through your abdomen. He moved an arm to rest on your hips, making sure you couldn't buck against him, as he ate you out like he hadn't had a meal in weeks. The strokes of his tongue sent violent sparks of pleasure throughout your body, making you sink your hands into his soft hair. You knew he was going to make you see stars and you frantically begged the man.
"Please - I need you, please!”
You could feel him smirk against you, from hearing your desperate pleas. It didn't take you long before you came undone against his tongue, your legs almost crushing the older man's skull. When you finished convulsing against his tongue, he sat up, licking your sweet juices from his lips. He could have easily come in his pants like a schoolboy from just eating you out. He looked down at you, admiring you as if you were a beautiful everlasting painting. He quickly stripped himself of his pants and boxers, before pouncing. You gripped onto his shoulders and pulled him into a passionate kiss, your tongue dipping between his lips to intertwine with his own, while he quickly lined himself up with your entrance and slowly thrust into you. The burning sensation of his girth stretching you was merely painful, but he was kind enough to let you adjust to his size. After those few seconds, he was ruthless. His thrusts were fast and hard, both of your legs wrapped around his waist, ankles locking together as he pounded into you. He grabbed onto the top of the bed frame, flexing his arm while busy kissing you. He broke away to catch his breath, while you really took notice of how pretty he really was, his auburn hair, slick with sweat, stuck to his sharp jaw, and how his muscles tensed with every thrust. He felt you clenching around him, he knew you were close once again, and so was he. He mumbled in your neck.
"Fuck tell me you love me Doll."
You were honestly too dick-drunk to understand what he meant at first but then it hit you, you moaned in his ear,
"Mmm I love you so fucking much, please, I want you to cum inside me, fill me up with your babies, that's how much I love you."
Your words were like music to his ears, His thrusts became more erratic, sloppy and he moved his other hand down to your clit, rubbing. Everything was becoming so overwhelming now, your oversensitive clit being played with, your pussy being pounded into hard, it was just too much for you. Euphoria spread throughout you, the waves of orgasm hitting you. Your body was twitching, legs shaking around his waist and your pussy fluttered around his cock continuously, making him feel as if he was in heaven. Soon enough, he was cumming, his face in the crook of your neck, he buried himself to the hilt and spurted his hot cum inside you, filling you to the brim.
When he was sentient enough, he pulled out of you and laid on the bed beside you, slowly pulling you into his arms. You could really get used to this.