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inevitablysomber-dark · 1 year

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Shackled (Chapter 18)

Dark! Rafe Cameron x Pogue! Reader

Warning: There are some intense, dubiously consenting and nonconsensual sexual themes in this series, MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. MINORS DNI.

Summary: You hate Outer Banks with a passion and are working hard to get out despite all the obstacles in your way. Rafe himself eventually becomes one of those obstacles after a night of low impulse control. Will you be able to overcome him or with you have no choice but to submit.

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You didn't know what game Rafe was playing at, but you knew you wouldn't like it once it was revealed.

It had been a week and a half since Annie Rose gave you the ok to participate in more 'strenuous' activities, a question she'd answered due to Rafe's inquisition. Yet he continued on with life as if she hadn't said anything.

At this point, you could care for yourself, Rafe still made sure you took your pills in the morning and provided you with your daily meals, but outside of that, you mostly did everything else yourself.

Since your last attempt to escape, he always kept you nearby. He didn't trust you on your own, so he dragged you along with him whenever he had to go somewhere. Whether it be to client meetings or a run to the store.

Wheezie once commented on his strange obsession with having you around all the time and simply shrugged his shoulders. She really didn't understand how close she was to the truth.

Despite the lack of sex, he still made sure to express his affections toward you through touches and kisses, and you would occasionally lean in towards him. It would take you a moment to snap out of the trance, but by then, he'd already notice and have a smirk of triumph adorning his face.

You could feel yourself giving in to him. The longer you stayed with Rafe, the more you wanted to be around him. You were finding comfort in his touch, smell, and kisses. How you loved his kisses, and how he loved giving them away to you. You were desperate now, fighting the desire to surrender to Rafe and his whims. You honestly didn't understand it.

Part of you was glad he hadn't taken you because at least you had that going for you, but the other part was impatient, frustrated that he hadn't made do with his promise to fuck you.

You were in his bed, trying to read some random book you found in Ward's library, when Rafe stepped out of the shower. He hadn't bothered covering himself up as he dried his body. You watched as his manhood swung side to side with every movement before he found a pair of shorts and pulled them up.

"Did you enjoy the show?" you looked up to find his deep blues staring back at you, a fierce intensity crackling deep within them.

"What?" you responded, pretending not to understand what he meant.

"You know what," he chuckles, closing out the bedroom lights before climbing onto the bed towards you. Using the moon's luster to help him see.

He grabs the book in your hand and places it on the nightstand before kissing you. Deepening it as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you toward the middle of the bed on top of him. You always show a bit of resistance at first before giving in. Lately, it has become less challenging to submit.

You engaged in more heavy petting before he pulled away and wrapped you both in his comforter.

"Goodnight," he says, kissing the top of your head and laying to rest.

***

You didn't know how or why you did it, but you did.

You were walking toward the Outer Banks bridge that separated Figure 8 from the cut. You didn't know where you were going, but you let your legs lead.

While trekking, you heard a vehicle approach and slow down behind you. Pausing, you take a breath preparing to face Rafe's wrath, but to your surprise, it was Ether.

"Hey, hun, do you need a ride?"

Stunned at how things turned out, you immediately climbed into the car before she started driving away.

"How are you feeling? She asked.

"Better than before," you shrugged.

She nods

"I visited you at the hospital a couple of times, you know." her voice cracks, "I felt so terrible,"

"Why?" you asked. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"I left you there with that man. I didn't even stay to make sure everything was safe,"

"You had no way of knowing. No one expects a father to do what he did to me." you glance over to catch her sniffle. "You didn't do anything wrong," you reassured her.

She nodded, trying to accept your consolation, but you could tell she was having difficulty through the cloudiness in her eyes.

"I heard you're staying with the Camerons now?"

As butterflies explode through your chest, you feel a drop in your stomach. You nod, confirming her assumption.

"Where are you headed?" she says, a valid question since we were getting close to the bridge.

"The County detention center," you respond. It just came out with no thoughts or reason.

"Isn't that where HE is?" she asks.

"Yea, I have a few questions for him."

She nods. "Does. Rafe know?" she asks.

This has your attention.

"Why would Rafe need to know?" you ask.

Did she think you needed Rafe's permission to do things independently? If she did, you were insulted.

"I just thought, with yall dating and all, he wouldn't want his girlfriend walking to the detention center, especially after her accident.

"He'll be fine," you say, turning your head back to the road.

The drive feels long and quiet.

Ether offers you a ride back when you get to the Center, but you shoo her away. You might even return to the Cameron Mansion. You needed to figure out what you were planning to do afterward.

Going inside, you put in your request to see your father. They required some ID, and seeing as you didn't have any on you, you managed to convince the lady behind the counter to let you see him anyway, saying it would be the only time you would come to visit.

Outer banks were a small world, so she already knew who you were without needing ID. She probably thought you were saying goodbye, and she might be right.

***

He looked terrible, eyes bloodshot, bruised face, and hair disheveled, like the devil ran him through a dryer.

"Hi," you say.

"What do you want?" he asked as if somehow you were a nuisance.

"I want to know why you did it?" you asked.

"Did what?" he responds.

"Everything,"

You knew what he was trying to do but were long past humoring any of his antics.

"Your mother tried to leave me,"

"So you killed her?" you asked. "Wow, way to keep her around."

"I didn't want to kill her, I just needed her to be quiet, and next thing I know, she stopped moving."

Tammy wasn't a good mother; you weren't very close, and she was too preoccupied with her narcissistic-driven missions to love you as a daughter. But that didn't stop your heart from breaking for her.

"And what about me?"

He sighs. "I had no intention of laying a finger on you,"

You squint your eyes at him, and he could tell you didn't believe him.

"I'm serious. Ward and Rafe came over that morning and said they wanted to hang out, so we went down to the bar and had a time," he starts your breath, leaving your body at the mention of the father-son duo.

"They had mentioned something about always wanting to have my company but never having the time to do so." he nods. "Even saying how they never would since you were leaving,"

The pieces were slowly coming together.

"We talked a bit and snorted a few lines before going our separate ways." he put his elbows on the table before him, covering his face in shame. "I remember sitting there just stewing at the thought of you just up and leaving me." for the first time since you'd gotten there, he found the courage to look you in the eye. "Were you really gonna leave me without saying anything?"

"Yes," you answered. There was no need to sugarcoat anything with him.

He nods as if he understands where you are coming from. "As soon as you walked through that door, that was it. It was like my body moved on its own."

Rafe and Ward had instigated the attack, but why would they go so far.

You got up to leave, but your father grabbed your arm.

"No touching," a security guard yelled, and he immediately let go.

"I love you, and I am so sorry,"

You purse your lips, contemplating what to say next. "I'm sorry too," walking away and leaving him to deal with his own mess.

"You couldn't say you felt terrible, but you didn't feel good either. It's like you were on an island of indifference, and frankly, it scared you.

When you stepped outside, you saw Rafe leaning against his truck, arms crossed and a tense look on his face.

When you saw Ether get on her phone during one of the stoplights, the thought of her messaging Rafe about you had crossed your mind, but you thought nothing of it.

You walk over to him and place your forehead on his chest. You could tell he was shocked by how staggered his movements were when he wrapped his arms around you.

"He told me what you and Ward did."

There's a long pause as he chooses his following words carefully.

"I didn't know he would hurt you the way you did, otherwise-"

"Otherwise, what?" you look up from his chest, annoyed by his words. "You would have done it yourself?"

"I would never-"

"BUT YOU DID!" You screamed. You take a deep breath to calm yourself. "If you hadn't met with him that day, I would have never gotten hurt. Don't you feel bad at all?"

"I'm sorry you had to get hurt, but I have no regrets because now you're here with me."

You sigh, moving away from him to climb into the truck.

He climbs into the driver's side once he confirms you're strapped in and drives off, heading towards your own prison.

***

That night as you're lying in his arms, you stay awake thinking about your situation and the information you'd learned.

You suddenly felt Rafe's fingers tracing patterns along your back, thinking nothing of it until you feel him push them under your top.

You look up to find him staring at you, a cloudiness stuck to his eyes.

Using his other hand, he grabs your chin and pulls you into a kiss. You expected another makeout session for the night as he pushed his tongue into your mouth, moving you onto your back before placing himself on top of you. You weren't surprised because he'd usually have several throughout the night. His hands were everywhere as he groped and fondled you, moving your clothes around so he could have better access.

Realization settled in as he pushed into you, no warning. Air pushed out of your lungs, making breathing difficult, but he kept his lips glued to yours.

He gave you a moment, letting you get used to the stretch, but his hands still moved around, trying to touch every inch of you.

It wasn't long before he started rocking his body back and forth, forming a rhythm of lust as he concentrated on the ensuing pleasure. Your nipples perk as he rubs his chest against them while he wraps his arms around you and holds you tight against him.

You could fight back, but you were just too tired,

It was so much easier to just give in.

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painsandconfusion · 1 year

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Shelter - Part 1

(tw: zombies, gore, machete, rifle, familial death mention, exposed bone, blood, murder mention, eaten alive mention, manhandling, zip ties, shackle, chain, claustrophobia trigger)

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Icy air ripped down Nisha’s throat, threatening to cave it in - but she couldn’t just stop fucking breathing, now could she?

Bummer.

Couldn’t stop running either, the damn- FUCK FUCK FUCK SHHHHHIITTTTT SHIT SHIT SHIT FUCK THAT HURT SONOFABITCH-

Nisha’s groan turned more into a growl in her breathlessness, ice still slipping under her knees, wrapped hands, and tingling feet. She grit her teeth, shoving herself back up.

Her right leg didn’t particularly approve of that course of action, trying to buckle limp beneath her.

You piece of shit, I MADE you, now WORK.

She forced it to stay straight, weight limping onto it.

Footsteps.

The rapidly crunching snow was getting closer, she could fucking swear. Only her frantic heartbeat out paced the monster’s gait as it slammed against her ribs and the inside of her skull.

Bleary eyes chanced a glance backwards as she forced herself into a lopsided jog again, ignoring the blood that leaked into her jeans.

They were close.

Too fucking close - like 30 yards at best.

Fuck-

They were fast.

Not quite as fast as her, but those fuckers didn’t NEED to breathe. Their muscles didn’t give up. They didn’t care if their flesh was ripped off the bone.

They just kept going.

So fucking unfair-

Her leg crumpled under her, sending her sprawling into the rosethorns bramble and shallow, sloppy snow.

“Fffuck-”

Fuck it. Plan A = Failed.

She tugged off her pack, unstrapping it as her eyes flicked desperately from the drawstring to the two runners coming for her. Her hands were trembling so hard, she couldn’t get her fingers into the knot. Whether that was from the cold, the exertion, or just blind fear, she didn’t want to know.

We’re going with cold. Yeahhhhhh - not scared, it’s fine. It’s fine. fuckING OPEN UP, YOU PIECE OF SH- thank you-

She ripped open the bag just in time for the zombie ass bitches to be a few strides away.

Numb hands gripped the handle of her machete as the rotting wretches took their last bounding strides toward her.

Son of a BITCH YOU AREN’T ALLOWED TO DIVE OR JUMP OR SHIT - WHY CAN’T YOU BE LIKE MOVIE ZOMBIES THAT JUST FUCKING WADDLE?!?!?!

She slashed wildly at them, taking off one of their arms just below the elbow. It stumbled from the blow, slipping on the ice.

Nice. ~Nice~ ice. Friendly ice. I forgive you for fucking my ankle up now.

The second lunged at her, and the blood-spattered blade swung forward without her direction, obeying pure fear and adrenaline as it managed to miss its arm and slash almost all the way through its neck.

Fuck fuck fuck close-

It stumbled back, and she stepped forward after it, advancing as it moved. It tried to swipe at her again, but she smacked off its hand, bringing the blade down again - this time clean through the vertebrae at the neck.

The mangled, rotting thing fell to the ground, twitching and writhing. Dying.

Her breaths puffed white into the crisp air, almost blurring her view of it. I killed one. I killed a RUNNER - holy shi-!?

Her thoughts cut off with a scream as the second slammed into her. Her feet slipped and slid uselessly on the ice until it cracked against her hip and elbow, slamming jarring, ripping pain up through her bones at the impact.

Ffff-f-fucking iceeeeeee - I d-on't forgive you again-

FUCK SHIT NOW ISN’T THE TIME TO-

Nisha yelped as the runner crawled back up to her, skittering wildly through the snow.

She scrabbled backwards, trying to find the mache-fuck where did I drop it!??!

Nisha kicked frantically at the creature, jerking her boots back as its teeth snapped and gnashed at her.

This is it - fuck I’m gonna die I’m gonna die I’m gonna die-

Her scream ripped up through the trees as its hand drug down her leg, shredding the denim with sharp shards of bone, trying to still her kicking and drag her closer.

Nisha squeezed her eyes shut, teeth grit and kicking blindly up at the thing. As if that could help her.

A burst of gunpowder rang through her ears and sent distant birds flying. Blood and brains and goop splattered onto her face as the runner dropped onto her, muscles still squirming as it pinned her down with it’s dead weight.

Eyes were opening the fuck up again. Nisha shoved and kicked and scrabbled away from it, shallow, frantic breaths burning down her throat as she stared around the landscape to figure out what the fuck just happened-

A shotgun cocked, empty shell hitting the snow as a man stepped into view. Black shaggy hair and dark grey eyes. He took a step Closer.

His eyes narrowed, barrel pointed vaguely at her. “Did it get you?”

Nisha shoved herself a little further away. “..n-no. No - I think just the boot..-” She sat up fully, breaths still refusing to get under control. She tugged up the fabric of her jeans, checking the bite marks. “..no - didn’t get through the rubber. No bites.”

His eyes narrowed a little further, but he set the rifle back to default and flicked the safety on. He stepped up to her, holding out a hand. “Okay - c’mon - there’s more coming this way.”

“...fuck.” she glanced down the trail she’d run, scanning the trees for any sign of movement. Nisha hummed a groan - for distaste and agreement - then gave him her hand, wincing a squeak as he pulled her to her feet.

The man looked down over her leg. Some blood was seeping into the denim where its not-claws had bit into her. “......you…sure you’re good to walk?”

…shit shit shit he’s gonna leave me if I say no, isn’t he-

Nisha gave him a tight-lipped smile. Some kind of reassurance. “Mhm.” Well that came out squeaker than I was hoping…

The man frowned, stepping back. “Alrightyyyyyyy. Let’s go, then.”

He took a step toward the way he apparently had come, glancing back to make sure she was following.

Nisha shouldered her pack and took a limping step after him, scooping up a handful of snow. She scrubbed it against her face, ridding her skin of the blood and brain and whatever the fuck else had just splattered on her.

Even after dropping the snow again, her pace was slow. Hobbled.

The man sighed, stepping back up to her. He handed her the rifle, barely waiting for her to take it before scooping her up and carrying her.

Much faster.

Nisha squeaked a little, tensing. “...uhh……th..ank you.”

He hummed in response, eyes ahead as they moved through the snow, back down the path. “My name’s Corvid. What’s yours?”

She kept a good grip on the rifle, visualizing him slipping on the ice, dropping her, and it accidentally going off- hhhhh-

“..Nisha.”

Corvin nodded down to her. “Nice to meet you. Wish it were under better circumstances.”

She almost smiled at that. Almost. “Yeah..same.”

He hesitated, taking a few long moments of snow crunching and silence to eventually say “...I have a bunker. Cold war shit? I don’t know, I found it and…it’s nice, and those bitches can’t get through the blast doors.”

“Oh..” Was that…..an offer…???

He sighed. “You can stay there tonight or whatever - until you’re healed enough to keep going.”

Nisha stared up at this man - not….entirely sure she could trust him?

But what was she going to do? Sit in the snow and wait for the rest of the runners - or heck, even walkers - to show up and rip her apart?

She gave a hesitant nod. “..that would be….really really good.” Pause. “....thank you.”

Corvid flashed a smile down to her. “It’ll be good - I have the finest entertainment. Vintage chutes and ladders board. Very high quality shit.”

She did smirk at that. “Haven’t played that since I was a kid. Though I’ve played so much solitaire lately I think anything else would be a welcome change.”

“Ooooo you got a deck of cards?” He seemed to have relaxed a lot. Guard down. “Been a minute since I found any of those.”

Nisha nodded. “They’re pretty worn, but yeah. They keep me company.”

Corvid frowned. “...all on your own, then?”

The smile dripped away. “..yeah. My mom got bit last year. It’s just been me since then.”

“..I’m sorry to hear that.”

She hummed, throat clearing before any emotions could deign to creep into her voice. “How about you?”

He shrugged softly. “I never was able to find my friends after this shit broke out. Been on my own ever since.”

..that must suck. 12 years??? Alone?? Fuck, that sound wretched.

“..I’m sorry, that sounds…..bad.”

He sputtered a laugh. “I mean yeah, it’s not exactly a spa trip, but I’m guessing it wouldn’t have been even with those dicks with me. So I’m not complaining too much.”

Nisha hummed in agreement. “The whole world’s fucked. Makes sense.”

She could hear a river rushing nearby as he set her on her feet again - a wash of empty hissing sound. She gripped his shoulder for support as she found her balance, then handed him the rifle ag-

Nnnnnope he’s already stepped away.

She clutched it a little closer, frowning as he reached into the brush, pulling at a bush-

Oh shit, a SECRET trap door….well that’s kinda cool…

The door pulled up, sticks and brush and leaves coming up with it and resting against a tree trunk.

Stairs lie beneath it, descending into darkness.

Corvid took a step down, bracing the door as he held a hand out to her. “Cmon - it’s not this sketchy inside, I promise.”

Nisha frowned over it, taking a wincing step forward. Her eyes darted back the way they came. ..not like I have a choice here. So….suuuuuuurrreeeeeeeeeee let’s just go down into the very reinforced and isolated space with the strange man. That sounds like a great idea.

She stared at his hand a good couple seconds before taking it with a soft “thanks”. She stepped - a little shakily - onto the first stair.

Another.

Then another.

Down down down.

Darker with each step.

Nisha swallowed thickly, holding the rifle close as she continued down even after he closed the door, letting them into darkness. This is stupid. I’m being stupid. I’m just on edge from the fuckin zombies, this is fine.

But the stupid alarm bells wouldn’t quit going off in her head.

Then again…they never really did, nowadays.

“Okay, careful, there’s a-” A thonk echoed in the small space as she hit the bottom of the stairs a little sooner than expected, stumbling into the wall.

“...you found it.” There was a smirk in his voice.

Warm hands slipped around her waist, guiding her to the side as he stepped around her. Her skin crawled at the touch, but she stepped gratefully out of the way, letting him blindly find what apparently sounded like a lock (???) with a key. Scraping, then clicking, then turning…something?? Ambient metal noises, Nisha doesn’t fucking know, stop asking her what they are.

The door pulled open, and she was washed in a wave of warmth. It tangled through her clothes and pressed against her shuddering skin, pulling a soft gasp from her lips. “...you…….do..do you have heat??”

Corvid chuckled, stepping away. Lights flickered on, uncovering the compact but alarmingly pristine bomb shelter. Cabinets, counter, shelves full of canned food and bags of what she assumed to be rice, shower, toilet - presumably more around the curve of the wall. Likely a bedroom area??

“Toldja it was nice.”

She stepped inside, staring around in wonder as he pulled the thick iron door closed behind her and rolled the latch into place - a giant bolt attached to a wheel on a gear. Heavy duty.

“...h….how..???”

He shrugged, leaning against the door. “River nearby. Hydropower and wind energy. I make all my own electricity and store the excess in batteries. Works well.”

She stepped further into the space, still gaping around at the…well….everything??

“....holy shit-”

Corvid laughed again, kicking off his shoes. “I have hot water, too. It’s only as clean as the river is, but it’s pretty clear. I purify it for drinking water of course. But - point is - if you wanna take a hot shower, now’s the time.”

She turns to blink at him. “...wait what - seriously???”

He rolled his eyes, amused. “For sure, go for it. I had a roommate for a minute before he…” He trailed off, a frown shadowing his eyes. He turned to grab a can off the shelf. “..anyways..he’s not…around anymore - think he was about your size, so I’ll set a change of dry clothes out for you. Might as well wash yours too while you’re here. Not like I’m gonna run out of water or something.”

Nisha sagged in relief, crouching to unlace her shoes, too. Matching him. “That…thank you - seriously, thank you.”

He turned a warm smile to her. “Not a problem - it’s just nice to have company for a little while.”

He set the jar near the stove and moved to fill a pot with water from a pitcher in the fridge. He set that on the stove too, then turned the burner on. “I’ll show you where things are and can get started on supper while you’re cleaning up.”

She couldn’t help but melt a little. The cold had long seeped into her bones and she was grimey…well….everywhere. A shower didn’t seem like mana from heaven right now, it seemed like a fucking 5-course Michelin-star restaurant from heaven. With wine. “That sounds so good, thank you.”

Corvid laughed a little, shrugging off his coat and hanging it on a hinge of the door. He nodded for her to follow as he slipped down the hall, patting at things as he went. “Toilet here - sorry it’s a little exposed, we work with with we got - shower here-” He pulled back the curtain. “Use whatever soap, I really don’t care, I just scavenge what I can for that.” He kept talking as he rummaged through the first drawer across from the shower, pulling out a t-shirt, boxers, and cargo pants. “I thiiiiink these should fit you? I dunno, good enough for now.” He snagged a folded towel off the shelf and set the clothes on top of it, holding out the stack for her. “I’m gonna assume you’re not vegetarian or something?”

She shook her head, taking the clothes happily. They’re so fucking clean - how are they so clean- “Nope, I’m good with literally anything you have.”

Corvid grinned, skipping back around to the kitchenette. “Cool - I’m gonna make the shittiest stirfry you’ve ever had.”

She laughed a little, setting her pack to the side and stepping into the shower and turning on the water. …he said it would be h-OH FUCK YUP THATS WARM- “As long as it’s food, it’s probably gonna be the best shit I’ve had in years.” She stripped off her blood, muck, and grime covered clothes and stepped into the stream.

Shiiitttttttttttt that feels good- Nisha could feel her muscles unwinding under the heat, skin then flesh then bone gradually coming back up to temp over the next ten minutes or so - she was too afraid to waste more electricity than that. She scrubbed and washed and literally even conditioned - Who the fuck has conditioner out here???? She wasn’t going to question it too much, she was too busy enjoying this.

By the time Nisha got done, dried off, and re-dressed into the warm, dry clothes, the whole shelter was warm with garlic, soy sauce, and goodness knows what else.

She stepped out of the little space, looking over Corvid stirring everything in a large pot - frying a little inefficiently, but fucking good enough. Not like anyone had a wok in a space this small, and she sure as shit wasn’t going to complain.

He turned a bouncy smile to her - she hadn’t even realized he’d been humming softly until he stopped. “Feeling a little better?”

“Definitely.” Nisha stepped closer, still scrubbing at her wet hair with the towel. She peeked around him into the pot. “What all’s in that?”

He shrugged, poking at the steaming rice. “Rice, a couple kinds of meat, canned veggies from last Summer - I have a garden and can everything I can.”

“Well it looks fucking fantastic.”

His smile warmed. “Sure hope it tastes that way.” He nodded to a bin behind her. “You can toss the towel and old clothes in there. I’ll wash them in a bit.”

Nisha murmured a quick “got it,” before turning to it and dumping everything inside.

Corvid dumped a few scoops of the stirfry into bowls and stepped through a cut out of the wall to the part she assumed was a sleeping space. She followed, a little surprised to find a small living room and dining room area. Cramped, sure, but still nice. “...shit, how much do you have going on here??”

He set the bowls down on the table, putting forks next to them. “More than enough.”

Nisha glanced around, looking for the bedroo- Oh, there,

She poked her head into the next room over to see where the b-...

Her mind cluttered to a stop as her eyes fell on a mostly empty room. There was another past it with a bit of bed showing through the door, but the space between them was…almost nothing but air.

Just the chain on the ground, drilled into the wall. The single shackle pristine as the rest of the bunker.

“I got the TV set up t..-“ Corvid’s sentence trailed to a stop as he saw her looking through the doorway.

“Hm.” He abandoned the food, taking a step closer to her, smile fading. “I was hoping we’d at least get through supper before you saw that.”

Nisha turned back to him, much paler now. Her eyes darted to the gap in the wall that would lead her to the outside door.

“…what is that for?” Her voice sounded so much more confident than she felt.

He shrugged, hands slipping into his pockets. “Toys.”

Nisha stepped toward the door, ready to break for it once she was p-

He stepped to the side, blocking her path with a soft smirk.

Nisha’s breath stuttered to a stop as her feet sent her back a few stumbling steps back toward the empty room. Through the frame.

“…I can..I’ll just go.”

His smile grew a little as he took a step closer, forcing her further back toward the chain. “But you’re hurt. What kind of man would that make me?”

Her stomach squirmed as she shied further away form his advance. “I…I’ll be fine, jus-“

“You’re not leaving, Nisha.” Another step. Into the room with her.

She made a break for it, trying to shove past him. She threw her elbow up at his face to knock him out of the way, but irongripped fingers bit down into her arm, shoving her back.

In a few moments of scrambling and thrashing - a spattering of yelps and screams that echoed in the small space - she was on her stomach, arm wrenched tight behind her back, and Corvid’s knee bruising into her spine. Her breaths creaked against ribs, shallow and tight. “Gggfetoff me-“

The chain clattered across the ground toward her, pulled by limp and bored fingers.

Icy metal bruised and cut against her leg as she kicked at it, but it clamped around her ankle all the same, pinching skin in the hinge and ripping a scream from her mouth.

“Just hold still and it won’t hurt so much,” he muttered, gripping her other arm and wrenching it behind her back as well.

Wrists shoved against each other, shoulders grinding in their sockets as she writhed against the cement in a pathetic attempt to pull away. “Ss-stop! Just STOP!”

A hand clamped down over her mouth, silencing the scream that started to rip up her throat. “Stop it. This place isn’t fucking soundproof, you’re going to call them here.”

She only froze a moment before thrashing her head back and forth, another scream muffled by his hand, but stubbornly ringing through. Let me go, BITCH, and this won’t be a problem for you anymore.

His grip tightened, mouth pressing to her ear to growl out, “If you call them here, I will break you fucking legs, throw you outside, and listen to them rip you apart.”

The anger running through her cooled to icy fear, dripping through her veins and freezing her in place.

The screams petered out to desperate, silent pants of breath.

“Thank you.” Thin plastic tickled against her skin before snaring tight around her wrists, zip tie keeping them snugly together.

He finally pulled off of her, letting her shove and skitter against the wall, kicking herself up to sitting. Nisha glared desperately at him, terror softening the rage far too much. The fear that had splattered down her temple didn’t help.

“Wh-what are you DOING!?” She squirmed further back as he took a step closer, desperately trying to melt through the wall and away from him.

He shrugged, crouching down in front of her. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

Nisha shoved a kick in his direction - more a warning for him to stay back than an actual attack. It neatly missed him, barely falling short. He seems amused by it, though, snorting lightly as he watched her bare heel hit the ground.

“Y-ou can’t just do this!! How much has this shit fucked you up!?!?”

He laughed softly, reaching for the leg that she quickly retracted again. “Honey, I was doing this long before the outbreak. I just don’t have to deal with feds now.”

She stared, searching his face for any trace of a lie.

She didn’t find one.

“..y…you can’t just…keep people??”

“I’m gonna do a lot more than keep you. Besides,” he stood again, wandering back toward the table, “Finders keepers.”

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khunvegas · 2 years

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something something about consent is sexy

protection is sexy

THE RITUALS

and on top of it, the realization that you have found that person that gets you

#besties i've fallen #and i can't get up #this was such a ride #also i NEED to know what they said to each other at the end #my guy pete LOVES some shackles. incredible #i can't even complain #this was so so good #still in shocked by the episode #not just this but in general #biblebuild ATE this #vegaspete #kinnporsche the series #thai bl #thai drama

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robocops-a-christ-allegory · 2 years

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I havent seen anyone else say it and Im wondering if its because its actually a really obvious read we all know of but. I think season 2 of dont hug me im scared is representative of the main characters as Actors being contractually stuck in one of those shows thats been running for like 30 years and not able to get out of it

#they all have moments of questioning the formula and wanting to get out but also all just as often #fall into going along with things and all of them have moments of just wanting a Singing Bastard to show up because #its what always happens. I also think the stuff with #Lesley is part of it and everything but I dont think the show is Literal still #Maybe Lesley is the showrunner who started the show as like a tribute to her dead son and then it #got taken over by the network and executive meddled into being a soulless vehicle for advertising and pushing harmful and backwards ideas #So its like her being shackled to this Twisted Version of a project she started with good intentions and now shes resentful #which is why she keeps snapping at Yellow Guy and seems to be like kind of enjoying the puppets being stuck #and getting hurt. ok thats it thank you #Also I do see it as a sequel to the youtube show #Because of the changed date and characters from the youtube being referenced #and some people think events from the webseries are being referenced too like bird guy being dead #And the Youtube Series ended with them being rebooted.#So. Ok thats it #I dont know why DHMIS is really interesting to me Im really into the show #It has that perfect balance of like clearly having a deeper meaning without leaning too heavily into it and still being like a #funny little comedy horror show with really cool production

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ren-c-leyn · 2 years

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The End of a Celebration

So, this is the last day of October, and thus the end of my big 1 year anniversary party for The Shackles of Time... and Halloween but that’s not relevant to this. As such, I wanted to close out the month with a few thank yous. Okay, several thank yous.

You see, while The Shackles of Time is an entirely passion project for me, it may not have come about with the enabling of @queerlilchinchin when I shouted into the void that I had been playing with the idea of doing a continuing story on Tumblr, and this lovely member of the void shouted ‘Do It’ back at me. You are a big part of the reason that I gathered up the courage to take on such an ambitious project, on a complete whim no less, and I will never not be thankful to you for it.

@queerlilchinchin, you fantastic enabler you. I really appreciated you giving The Shackles of Time a chance even though you hadn’t had the energy to read through it the first time. Then you came back and knocked out multiple chapters in an afternoon, and gave me perhaps my favorite compliment on my writing of all time “ Yet another incredibly easy-to-read piece. Yet again, the length deceives you because it reads and flows so well.“ It made me really happy to hear that it was easy to read and that you were having fun with it. Most of all, I am amazed and very, very grateful for your chronic enabling and constant support. You may not see it, but you’ve dug me out of some dark moments and doubts I was having with my writing and you also inspired me to be bolder with my writing, adding in more fun details and subplots and play around with different ideas just because I can. You are far more amazing than you give yourself credit for and I’m glad our paths have crossed. <3

@bloodlessheirbyjacques Don’t you think for a moment that I forgot about all of those times you’ve tried to sneakily boost The Shackles of Time for me after you found it. I know for a fact that you still reblog my masterlist from time to time to continue trying to help me reach out to more folks with it. I really appreciate it. Not only is the gesture very kind and thoughtful, but the very sweet tags you added to the first couple of reblog were as well, and I still do really appreciate them both. <3

@helathorloki The first note on every single chapter has almost always been you, even since the earliest chapters, and you have never missed an opportunity to tell me how much you enjoy the characters. Particularly Arlen. I want you to know that I really appreciate your continued support and enthusiasm <3

@hyba You’re assessment of the first several chapters were not only incredibly kind and fun to read through, but also brought into focus some things about my writing that I, myself, had not quite realized I was doing myself. Like your notes on my fight scenes and how they flowed. I really appreciate the thought that went into them and that one of my favorite writers around here took the time to read it <3

I’d also like to thank the rest of the taglist for your interest and support, particularly of the early chapters when I was still figuring things out, @dragon-swords-prophecies, @catinthesun2, and @talesfromaurea.

A huge thank you to everyone who answered my call when I first setting up the celebration and told me about their favorite parts. I don’t know if you realized it, but the goal of the first celebration was to kind of immortalize your favorite parts. Your favorite characters, your favorite world building tidbits, your favorite moments, the things that made The Shackles of Time special to the people who were reading it. So, I really couldn’t have done it without you lovely folks who reached out and happily gushed about them.

I’d also like to thank everyone whose ever sent me an ask, left a comment, read even a single chapter, or told their friends about The Shackles of Time. It may seem like a bunch of small things to you folks, but it really has been a huge help and they’ve all made me a very, very happy writer. ^^

So, again, thank all of you amazing, lovely people for supporting me and The Shackles of Time through the first year. If the sappy, sentimental tone didn’t give it away already, I’m really, very grateful to you folks.

Here’s to a little over one full year of adventures and mishaps, and to another one on the horizon. Happy Anniversary, The Shackles of Time. <3 You better believe we’ll be partying again next October for the second one ;D

#The Shackles of Time #thanks for helping me celebrate #look forward to this next year because we are no where close to the end of my ideas for this story #and it's only going to get crazier from here #I promise >;D #I have plenty of plot points up my sleeves and a huge world I want to explore #for all I know I'll be writing this series for the next decade #and honestly I'm fine with that :D

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