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It was like any other day, nearing 9 P.M. You were on your way home from your friend's house, who had a big birthday party. You weren't too well known, just a few close friends who hung out with you, and you appreciated them. They always gossiped about the latest news in town, and recently, there's a big stir of panic around a local kidnapper, dubbed The Grabber. So far, he's only nabbed kids, so you and your friends felt safe. That was, until it happened to you.
A black van slowly tailed you as you walked, and your heart started to race when you noticed. You didn't have any immediate weapons on you, maybe a pencil. You picked up the pace, and so did the van. You weren't near any big areas, just a neighborhood with the lights out, as it was getting late. "For fucks sake," you whispered to yourself, glancing back. The van was stopped.
You slowed down a little, wondering why. Maybe it wasn't after you after all? As you slowly let your guard down, it all happened too fast. You felt a hand on your neck, and an arm wrapping around your waist. You writhed, panicking, opening your mouth to scream. In an instant the hand was off your waist and you felt something wet on your face and go into your mouth. You tried to scream, but it was muffled by the liquid. He had come up behind you, in the shadows, and now he was trying to drag you back to the van, which was a little ways away.
You were stronger than you looked, almost able to wrench free of his tight grasp, but he dug his fingers into your neck and your waist, and you hissed in pain, tears coming down your face. He pulled you back and you kicked your feet, only making it easier for him to lift you up effortlessly and throw you into the back of the open van. The last thing you noticed were black balloons flying out of the door, before the shape of the man stared at you, shutting the door.
When you awoke, you felt yourself on something soft. Your body hurt, your head was spinning and your vision was blurry. You didn't know what to think or what to do. You were...taken? Who would want to take you??
"I didn't hurt you too bad, did I?"
You froze, still staring at the ground, but hearing a man's voice loud and clear. Was that...
"I'm sorry if I did. You just put up such a good fight."
You slowly lifted your head, and you saw a blurry figure squatting at the edge of what you were laying on. Panic swelled in your chest, and you tried to move back, but god you ached. You blinked a few times, and your vision was becoming clearer. The man in front of you was wearing a mask, with no mouth. His eyes pierced through the holes and right into yours. This was The Grabber.
"You're going to have fun here. Don't you worry," he continued, standing up and looking around before settling back on you again. "I'll make sure of it." He growled out that last part, and turned to leave. You followed him with your eyes as he went to the door. He gave you one last look before shutting it behind him.
As you got your bearings, you were able to stand up slowly and asses the situation. The sides of your neck hurt when you turned your head, and your shirt was torn just a little. You lifted up the bottom to look at yourself. There were red spots that would no doubt become bruises later, from his fingers digging into you so roughly. You started to shake, suddenly getting scared. You held yourself, looking around. You were laying on a big, dirty mattress. There was a single vent on the walk near the ceiling, which seemed to lead outside, judging by how dark it was which matched the time of night. You slowly walked to the phone on the wall, which was peculiar.
As you reached a hand to grab it, the door behind you swung open.
"It doesn't work."
You quickly turned around, holding onto yourself again.
"Don't worry about it. Come here."
He was wearing a different full face mask, this one has a mouth that was frowning. You noticed in his hands was a small box, but you didn't know what was inside. You hesitated. He tensed up a little, and that's when you started to walk.
"Good girl, now sit down. I want to see what I did to you."
You felt your chest tighten a little at the name as you obeyed. What else could you do right now? You sat down on the edge of the mattress, and he sat in front of you, legs crossed. He opened the box, and you noticed it was a first aid kit of sorts. He reached out a hand to you and you recoiled, his hand staying in mid air.
"I won't hurt you anymore," He almost whispered, tilting his head. Your heart was racing, and you slowly leaned back into position. He brushed some of your hair out of your face, dragging his fingers through it as much as he could before doing it again. His hand slid down to your cheek, cupping it. You almost leaned into it before he pulled away. You cursed at yourself in your head.
His fingers had moved down to your neck, rubbing against the spots he grabbed. He took something from the box, slathered it on his fingers, and rubbed again. Probably some kind of ointment, you were too scared to ask. After he was satisfied with your neck, he moved his hands to the bottom of your shirt.
"Let's get this off."
You blinked, still holding your arms tight.
"Don't make me angry."
You sucked in a small breath, lifting your shirt slowly until he was satisfied. You held your arms up, the shirt was lifted to the middle of your bra. He tsked at the marks, slathering some more of the cold stuff on them. No more words were said until he was finished and your shirt was back in place. He closed the box and stood up, staring down at you.
"I think you're going to be special."
You didn't have time to think about his words until he left the room, shutting the lights off.
Counting how many times the sun turned to dark in the small window, you would say it's been about 4 days. 4 days with no food or water, no interaction with the man. At least the toilet flushes, or else you'd be smelling worse than you already do. You were starving, but you've had plenty of time to think about what's happening to you. Before you could think any longer, the door opened. You were standing by the wall, and you froze, unsure if you should go back to the bed or stay where you were. It was too late as he walked in, a tray of food and water in his hand. Your stomach tightened, you were so hungry. He looked at you. He had a smiling mask on today.
"Food is ready."
You swallowed, slowly moving to the bed as his eyes followed. When you say down, you finally spoke.
"What did you put inside?"
He tilted his head at the silly question. "Salt and pepper." He giggled. "I wouldn't poison you, you're already here!" He came closer, setting the tray down in front of you. Right, of course. He wanted to toy with you. You licked your lips, staring at the food- a plate of scrambled eggs. He stood back a little, and placed his hands on his hips.
"Eat."
As if it was instinct you listened, moving to the plate and using your hands to eat. It actually tasted really good, and you felt joy for the first time in forever. You were aware of The Grabber's presence, his eyes watching you carefully. His breathing seemed to pick up when you took a swig of the water, some of it falling down your chin and onto the floor.
"Good girl, eat it all up," he praised softly, crossing his arms and backing out of the room, closing the door. You shivered, there was the praise again. As you were almost done with the plate, realization washed over you. He didn't lock the door. Was it a careless mistake? There was no way, was there? You quickly finished the eggs and saved a bit of water for later, who knows when he'd come back with more. You stood up slowly, sides aching from the lack of movement and the small bruises that had formed a while ago. Whatever he put on them though, worked because they weren't as nasty as you thought they'd be.
You slowly walked to the door. You knew this room was soundproof, it was just obvious with these types of things. But now, what if you could get out? A flicker of doubt crossed your mind. Why leave?
Why? Because you were probably going to be killed by a random man who had you locked in a basement, that's why! These thoughts were plaguing your mind the past few days, about how you could enjoy this. You got more attention here than you ever did out there. And he seemed genuinely interested...
You shook your head. One thing at a time, you would open the door, and leave. So you did.
The door creaked open as you pulled it, and your heart was pounding now. Adrenaline was starting to kick in as you moved up the stairs slowly, wondering what you would find. This was a bad idea, this was definitely a trap, but you pressed upwards, until you reached the top. It was silent. You turned your head, and almost gasped. The Grabber was sitting there, almost naked. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and had on some tight pants and boots. His mask was back to the frowing face, a belt in his hand and his other hand clenched in a fist. His eyes were closed, but he was ready and waiting for you. His legs spread as he tapped his foot, eyes slowly opening. You could practically feel his grin from behind the mask.
"So you did decide to come up here after all, hm?" He said in a low voice, rolling his head to crack his neck. "Naughty girl."
You were frozen in place, many thoughts racing in your head. This...was attractive, you realized, your heart sinking. You didn't know what to do. You couldn't go back, and you didn't want to move forward, so you stayed still, a deer in headlights.
"Come here." He growled. You full on shuddered as you had to obey, slowly walking to him in baby steps. When you finally made it in front of him, his free hand grabbed your arm, and you made a noise in the back of your throat. He yanked you closer, and you stumbled into his lap, your legs immediately straddling his thigh. You looked up at him, mouth agape, trying to breathe. He looked down at you curiously, and you felt the belt drag along your leg.
"What did you think would happen if you came up here, hmm?" He asked, tilting his head slightly. You felt arousal build up in your gut, but you didn't reply.
"Answer me," he lowered his voice again, tapping the belt against your leg. With a shaky breath, you replied, "I-I thought...I'd be free..." you said, and now you know how stupid that sounded.
"Free...I see. You want to leave me alone? To be free?" He repeated, grabbing your arms and twisting them behind your back. You only nodded slightly, unsure if that's what you really wanted now. He laughed to himself. "Too bad." You heard the clinking of the belt and felt the leather wrap around your wrists as he bound them together behind your back, ensuring that you couldn't move them. You were stuck, straddling his thigh, squirming a little, trying to wiggle free, but he raised a hand to your face, brushing his fingers along your cheek.
"You're very special, I think. To me. But, you've been naughty. Naughty naughty naughty..." He taunted, looking you over. "And naughty girls get punished."
You couldn't hold back the small whimper you let out, which made the man laugh. "Don't cry, sweetheart," he cooed, and started to bounce his leg, the one you were currently straddling. You swallowed thickly, already feeling the arousal in your pants. He knew exactly what he was doing. You tried to hold back your little noises, but with every minute you were unraveling, straining against the belt, getting closer and closer to your release. You started to move your hips on your own, out of sync with his, while one of his hands snaked into your hair, and tugging ever so gently. You sucked in a breath, you were really close now, just a few more...
He stopped. His leg stopped moving, and you lost almost all of that pleasure, shuddering as the fire in your pit died down, even as you kept rolling your hips. Was this the punishment? To get you as close as you could get, and then stop? You didn't stop moving on your own until he gently tapped your cheek.
"Hey, stop moving. This is a punishment after all.." He giggled. You let out a frustrated sigh, forcing yourself to stop.
"Good girl~" He praised.
This went on for what felt like hours. You were a whining, whimpering mess on this man's leg, body wracked with shivers and shudders, all while he just sat there, holding your hips when you listened or tugging your hair harshly when you wouldn't. You noticed the huge tent in his pants sometime ago, but you dare not bring it up. At least you knew he was enjoying this too.
"One more time, sweetheart," He whispered into your ear, before stopping your motions. You felt braindead, you couldn't think, couldn't form words, couldn't see. You just wanted to fucking cum. You closed your eyes, waiting for him to give the command, but it never came. You felt yourself be adjusted, and then picked up bridal style. You opened your eyes in question, but he didn't say a word.
He placed you on the mattress, removing the belt from your wrists. You brought your hands up to see redness, and your shoulders hurt like hell. Why wouldn't he... oh. Somehow, among all the pleasure, you forgot this was supposed to be a punishment for trying to run.
"Looks like you understand." He spoke up, already back at the door. You looked up at him, still shaking slightly. He didn't say another word, shutting the door and turning the light off. You didn't know how to feel, you should be scared, nervous, but you also felt opposite. You laid down, and attempted to sleep.
When you woke, you heard a low voice in the corner on the room.
"Hope you slept well," the man said, and you backed up quickly, instinct kicking in. He wasn't wearing the top half of his mask today, and the bottom half was blank. His hair looked neat, his bright eyes somehow holding intense darkness as they stared at you. When you didn't say anything, he continued.
"What's your name?"
You blinked at him, wondering why he was suddenly interested in knowing that.
"I-I'm... Y/N," you spoke softly.
He made a small noise which sounded like a laugh, which gradually grew louder.
"Well, Y/N," He started, standing up and getting closer.
"Call me Al."