Food and Fear
is it a shit name? yes. but is this content? yes :D
CW: Starvation / Forced to strip (not sexual) / noncon touching (not sexual) / creepy whumper
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After dinner- in which Pheonix had barely eaten anything-, Martín and Noah dragged Pheonix down to the basement. He was thrown to the floor of some empty room. There was a bed in the corner, an actual bed. He was grateful for that. There was another door connected to the room Pheonix made a mind note to explore that later.
Noah left for the door but stopped when he noticed Martín not pursuing. “You sleep here for tonight. We’ll come down and collect you tomorrow. Sleep well, Goldie.” Before Pheonix could ask, the two men left and slammed the door behind them and locked it.
Pheonix looked around him, studying the room. It was empty. He crawled over to the bed and flopped on it. There was no duvet. He curled in on himself as another hunger pain stabbed his stomach. He jumped as there was a gentle knock on the door. It was unlocked and Rebecca came in holding a bowl.
Pheonix lifted his head and sat up, “Please don't tell me that you have a snake too.” Rebecca closed the door and chuckled, “Nah, don't worry. I uh, I brought you some food, I wasn't really hungry.” Pheonix’s eyebrows furrowed, “What is this, some test? If I take the food it will be poisoned or- or if I eat it your dad’s going to come in and fucking- I don't know beat me up or bring that fucking snake in with him who will just fucking choke me to death!”
Rebecca’s smile faltered slightly. She took a few steps towards him, noticing how he pushed himself towards the metal bars of the head of the bed. “Can I um, can I sit?” Pheonix slowly nodded and Rebecca sat at the end of the bed and held the plate out. There were pieces of cold roast chicken and potatoes.
Trying to ignore his hunger pain, Pheonix eyed the food suspiciously. Rebecca sighed and ate a piece of chicken, “Happy?” She placed the plate on Pheonix’s lap and Pheonix devoured the food. Rebecca smiled to herself as she watched him. “You got some balls you know.” Pheonix didn't look up from the plate.
“No one has ever talked back to my dad before.” Pheonix scoffed. “So he does kidnap people regularly.” Rebecca chuckled, “No, not regularly. Only when he gets bored with his previous captive.” Pheonix stopped eating, “Well that's reassuring.” Rebecca laughed.
In a matter of minutes the food was gone. Pheonix slowly looked up from the plate, “E-erm, thank you for that.” Rebecca smiled, twiddling with the end of her braid, “No problem. Just don't tell my dad that I’m doing it or else this won't be able to continue, got it?” Pheonix nodded quickly.
Rebecca looked at her watch, “Ugh, I have to go. Try and get some sleep, I’d say you'll be up late tomorrow.”Pheonix gulped and tugged on her sleeve as she went to leave, “Wait, where’s Sammy? They weren't there at dinner.”
Rebecca’s eyes dropped to the ground, “They uh.. Had to take care of something…” She went to leave again but Pheonix pulled her back. Rebecca scowled and punched Pheonix hard across his face, “Get off!” Pheonix looked up in shock, hand on his now red and bruising cheek. Rebecca sunk back slightly, “Sorry, fuck. I'm sorry, you just can't do that to me. My dad taught me self-defense since I could walk.”
Pheonix took several breaths, trying to get over the immense pain, “Noted, also, I think your rings may have dented my face.” Rebecca chuckled, “Sorry man. Welp, you learned your lesson! See ya!”
She left and the pain whammed Pheonix suddenly. He was alone. He was kidnapped. And his best friend had this secret gang life that Pheonix had no clue about. He flopped on the bed and at some point of the night, he fell asleep.
The next morning he was quickly awoken as he was shaken - not all that lightly- might he add. “Rise and shine Goldielocks, it's your big day today!” Pheonix groaned as he was dragged off his bed. Martín grinned, enjoying himself too much, “Hmm, I was thinking I could do with a shower, wouldn't you like to join me?” His grip tightened around Pheonix’s shoulders.
Noah stepped forward, “Pero el jefe dijo-”
“- I don't care what he said! Look at him! How could you resist?” Pheonix tried to fight the strong grip but it was impossible. Noah stepped right behind Martín, “No, let him go. Boss will suspect something if you take long.” Martín sighed, “Fine, you're lucky this time, but next time I see my chance-,” He tightened his grip and Pheonix whimpered as he felt his shoulders threatening to crack at any moment. “-I'll take it.”
Noah - who was sick of Martín‘s ‘bad cop’ act - rolled his eyes and dragged Pheonix up the stairs. He was forced to kneel by Mateo’s side at the long dark oak table. He looked at Rebecca who gave him a weak smile. Sammy was at the table. They were laughing with the others. Pheonix’s eyebrows furrowed, who the fuck were they?
A hand carded through Pheonix's hair, making him flinch. It quickly tightened and yanked his head back. “AGH!” Mateo snickered, “Oh, stop complaining. Now, do you know how to play poker?” Pheonix looked at him confused, “I, uh, I used to I guess?”
“Great!” He beamed, “You, my boy are going to go to the casino with us!” There were hoots from the other gang members, including Sammy. Pheonix looked to Mateo, “But why?” Mateo chuckled, “Look around mi amor, how do you think I got the money to afford this? Huh?” Pheonix gulped, looking around him, “B-but, why do you need me?”
Pheonix jumped as Mateo slammed his fist -not the one with the snake- off of the table, “Why must you ask so many questions?! Jesús! Sammy, get him dressed, Noah, you wanted to talk?”
Sammy unwillingly stood up, smile faltering. Pheonix was brought back down to his room. Sammy handed a pair of suit trousers and a loose white button-up shirt. Pheonix sighed, and whispered, “Sammy, please, you gotta tell me what's going on. Please! Where were you last night?”
Sammy sighed, “Shh, listen, I know you're confused okay? Listen, I'm not who you think you are, okay? But you were never supposed to be a part of this, got it?” He lightly held his shoulders, “Look, my family- my dad, he's the reason I'm here. You're going to hear some very unpleasant things about me that I do, alright?”
Pheonix slowly stepped back, shaking his head. He quickly shoved Sammy’s hands from his shoulders, “I trusted you,” he whispered, “I- I thought you were my friend!” Sammy clenched their jaw, they felt terrible, “Pheonix- Pheonix please! Listen, I can try and get you out of here, okay?”
Pheonix shook his head, “You've done enough already.”
There was a knock on the door and Martín came in, “Woah, sorry there- Sammy, I see Pheonix isn't dressed like boss ordered you to.” Sammy gulped, “I-I know, we were just about to do it.” Martín’s eyes narrowed, “Hmmmm, well, how about you go upstairs to boss and I can take care of this chico guapo.” He licked his lips and winked at Pheonix who shrunk back. Sammy looked at him.
“It wasn't a question Sam, get up those stairs and tell the boss we’ll be ready in fifteen minutes.” Pheonix gave Sammy a hopeful look, but they quickly shuffled to the door and left. Pheonix hung his head and closed his eyes, what the fuck was he in for?
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