#got the tie. the sleeve things. the headphones. heis so fucking cool and no one will ever appreciate him unless i post him right now

[bonetrousledbones]

ok what is it about very small things that i know hardly anyone will be able to see that makes me go way way too far

this is the sickest mettaton design i've ever made. to see it this close up you have to zoom in 200% and the final product is probably gonna have a gaussian blur over it

#trousled dumb #vocaloid inspired mettaton i am so sorry i cannot do you full justice but at least you look cool as hell #got the tie. the sleeve things. the headphones. heis so fucking cool and no one will ever appreciate him unless i post him right now

[if-you-built-yourself-a-myth]

2/6/9 - Sobbe 🧡🧡🥰

There might be a part two of this, if I can get my act together.

2- Hogwarts!au ~ 6-fake dating ~ 9- "why are you awake so late?"

Special thanks to @gukyi 's prompt list

Requests are open!

Robbe found himself in the astronomy tower that night, not because he had any prefect duties there, but because he liked the view. The Great Lake was a giant mirror in the darkness. Where he lived during the summer, streetlights always washed out the stars. He should probably get on patrol and do some actual work before someone came around and sent him back there.

He climbed up onto the window ledge, carefully placing his feet to avoid falling out. The astronomy tower offered the best views because there was no glass to look through. That, and the height. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something streak through the open air. Might be a shooting star. Robbe braced his hands on the windowsill and craned his neck out.

Nothing. Of course it was nothing. He sat back into the shadows.

A cloaking charm was in order, for the sake of discretion. He wouldn’t want to draw any of the other prefects up to his safe place. Especially not Noor. Most prefects travelled in pairs when they canvased the hallways—Noor tagged along with Britt and Britt’s troublemaker of a boyfriend. When he and Noor were together, it’d been a foursome. Not that they’d been together. His fellow Hufflepuff prefect, Jana, stuck to him like glue after her breakup went a little sour. Tonight, he’d ditched her outside the Great Hall.

Something much bigger flashed past, temporarily blocking the light of the moon. Not bigger—closer.

“Shit!”

Okay, that was definitely something.

Robbe looked out the window again, his eyes strained. Nothing out here was lit properly, save for the Lake, which had mother nature doing all the work. He could use Lumos to give a little bit of light, except it would give away his location to anyone outside. Hogwarts retained the same peaceful stillness as ever. Not a ripple on the surface of the water.

Something hit the castle wall, so close to Robbe that he almost fell backward off the ledge in surprise.

“Come on... turn on...”

Robbe considered announcing his presence. Whatever this person was doing, they probably shouldn’t be doing it. Heights like this meant broomsticks, broomsticks right here meant prohibited behavior, prohibited behavior this late meant hefty punishment. It was his moral responsibility as prefect to stop it.

Not that he really cared much for his moral responsibility as a prefect.

He clenched his hand around his wand. “Hello?”

Soft music wafting down from above, muffled as if someone was playing it too loudly through headphones. Whoever it was, they seemed to be circling the tip of the tower, around ten feet over his head.

“Hello?” he tried again. “No students should be out of bed right now.” Which, of course, they knew. But it brought the situation under his control.

The music got a little bit louder. Robbe heard heavy footfalls on the slanted roof, maybe heavy enough to jar the shingles from their careful positions. Might as well introduce himself. He put on his prefect face, the no-nonsense pantomime of confidence that he gave to pretty much everybody around Hogwarts, and jumped down from the windowsill like a good narc would. Detention for all.

“Hey!” he called at the ceiling. “Come down.”

No answer. The music got louder. Robbe didn’t recognize the song, nor could he hear the lyrics very well. Something slow about a guy named Tom and a planet.

He cupped his hands around his mouth. “I’m a prefect. This is against the rules!” Fuck, Jens and Moyo would make fun of him for ages if they heard him say that. Robbe tried not to cringe at his own behavior. “Turn down your fucking music.” Except, all the f-bomb did was make him sound more childish. He wasn’t exactly flourishing in this role.

Whoever was up there cranked the music to full blast. Enough to wake up the whole campus. Footsteps sounded on the roof again, and a boy slid in through the window, his robes ruffled and dirty, his short, bleach-blond hair sticking straight up with electricity. He brought along with him a strange orb of light balanced in his hand, enough make out his face and to see his green and silver tie was woefully tied. It was Britt’s boyfriend. That much was clear from the attractive cut of his jaw—no, not attractive—never mind. Shit, what was his name? He left his broom on the sill and jumped down to Robbe with unparalleled grace. When his feet hit the flooring, the smack echoed all the way down the tower.

“Long time no see. Did Britt send you?” he asked Robbe. No one anywhere near the spiral staircase could miss it.

“Students aren’t allowed to be out of bed.” Robbe lifted his head, hoped it emanated authority when he spoke. “I’m sure you know that—”

“Tell her I don’t want to talk to her.”

“You’re not supposed to be—”

“It’s over. Finite. Done. Fuck.” He spun in a circle and said, “Britt, wherever you are, it’s over.”

Sander! That was his name. Sometimes, when Robbe went out with Noor, Sander and Britt came along. The foursome. And maybe, sometimes, Robbe would watch him across the table instead of Noor when they were drinking, resting his head on his arms. Sander tended to end up in detentions, though, and there were only so many trips to Hogsmede per semester. Robbe didn’t spend a lot of time in the Slytherin dungeons. Not enough to see Sander around. You know, nothing that meant anything.

The prefects, of course, heard all about Sander, because Britt was Head Girl. He managed to push rules in ways that Jens, Robbe, and Moyo never could.

Everyone in the nearby dormitories must have been awake by now.

Robbe kept his cool, improvised. “Why are you up so late?” A little confidence went a long way when it came to laying down the law.

“Avoiding her. Tell her that.”

“It’s not allowed. It’s going to be twenty points from Slytherin. And detention.”

Sander crossed his arms over his chest. The top three buttons on his shirt were one hole off, as if he’d dressed in a hurry. The sleeve of his robe was torn. “Tell Britt I don’t care.”

“I’m not with Britt,” said Robbe. “I’m a prefect. It’s twenty points.”

“Huh.”

A gust through the window dropped the temperature at least five degrees within the tower. Something blew from the roof and fluttered to the ground far below—a blanket, maybe? The wind joined with the music for an awfully melancholy wake-up call. The students would be pissed.

“Turn off the music.” Robbe gestured to the ceiling. “You can have your breakup drama during hours when people are awake.”

Sander waved a dismissive hand. “It has boundaries already. You can’t hear it outside of the bubble I made. You’re not with Britt? Thought Noor might have—”

“No. How big’s the bubble?”

“The tower. Plus a few feet, I guess.”

“It’s still detention.”

Sander took a few steps toward Robbe, appraising him like a piece of artwork in a museum. His gaze, or the windchill, gave Robbe goosebumps. He remembered staring at Sander’s hands, wrapped around a butterbeer glass, while the girls gossiped into their chips on a weekend. The casual air of the unattainable. But that didn’t mean anything.

If the punishment was secure, there shouldn’t be anything wrong with asking questions. “What—um—what happened with Britt?”

“Same thing that always does. I don’t know why I bother.” Sander flicked his wand behind his back, and the music got even louder. Now the lyrics were clearer: this is ground control to major Tom— “Head girl. You’d know.”

“You guys were pretty happy last time I saw you.”

“Always pretty happy until we’re not.”

Robbe laughed. “Yeah, I think that’s how happiness works. I liked Noor alright until I didn’t.” He covered his ears. “Would you turn that shit down? It’s awful.”

“Nah,” said Sander. “Good music. Britt keeps making a big deal when I play it in the common room.” He hesitated. “You know that. You and Noor, like a month ago? Pretty sure she chewed me out in front of you guys at the Three Broomsticks.” A pause. “Yes, definitely. You had on your Quidditch stuff that day; I remember.” He carded a hand through his hair, so Robbe could see the dark brown roots coming in underneath the bleach blond. Hair like that glowed in the dark. No wonder it had been so easy to see when Sander flew by earlier.

The day in question was a bit of a blur for Robbe.

“Britt loves doing shit like that,” Sander continued. “What happened with Noor?”

It was long past time to send Sander away. Something pushed Robbe to reassure Sander of something instead—of what, he wasn’t quite sure. “Noor and I were never together.” Maybe it was the fact that, from this distance, he could see that Sander’s eyes were the same color as the star reflections across the lake. He’d always assumed they were black. “You’re mad because Britt chews you out? You kind of deserve—”

“Mm, more treats me like a kid, y’know?”

Their faces were awfully close together now.

It was nothing.

Robbe wondered why his pulse was speeding up. He wondered if Sander could hear it. But then—any moment like this one, alone in a tower with someone beautiful, would be enough to make one’s heart work overtime.

Not that Robbe found Sander beautiful.

Why did Sander know what sweater he was wearing on a date, when Robbe had blocked out Sander’s name?

“And you come up here to ignore her?” Robbe asked, because if he didn’t, he didn’t know where his mind would go. And that wasn’t cool. Sander held the light orb beneath their chins, illuminating their faces in the dark. His breath ghosted across Robbe’s skin when he scoffed.

“Yeah, but I mean…”

Angry voices sounded from the staircase. More than one. Robbe’s ability to hear them at all over the music was a bad sign. Was the air thinner up here? Robbe froze in place, leaned a little bit back for a clear view of Sander’s face.

Sander jerked away. They rose in volume by the minute, climbing upward, getting closer. “That’s her. I know what she sounds like.”

“If it’s her, it’s Noor.”

“What’s upsetting about Noor? Thought you two liked each other.”

“I did like her.” And it was true, in one way or another. He did. Just… not enough. Not as much as everyone else thought he should. Tonight especially, when all he wanted was to see the stars over the lake, he did not want to deal with her chit chat. Or the way she looked at him when she thought they were going to kiss. No thank you. Not up his alley. “She’s a little—she wants to—You’re still getting detention for this. I thought there was a bubble!”

Britt and Noor probably heard the music. Robbe’s cloaking charm from earlier might prevent him from being seen, but it only did its job for viewers standing five feet away or more. Further would be more advanced magic. He wasn’t an Auror, after all.

The voices only got closer.

“Shit,” said Robbe. He considered climbing out onto Sander’s rooftop perch, although if Sander thought Britt had found him earlier, that was something she already knew about.

“Sander?” came a voice from the stairwell. Fears confirmed.

There were several ways Robbe could take control of this situation. Number one: he could wait and get Sander in trouble as intended, even if it meant having to walk to the Hufflepuff common room with Noor trailing along behind. He’d never hear the end of it. Two: he could make a break for it with the cloaking spell and pretend he’d never visited the tower at all. A stronger option. Too bad Sander would snitch on him instantly. Three: he could somehow get Sander out of it with him, which didn’t seem fair.

“Noor’s all over you?” Sander rubbed his palms against his battered robes. He chewed on the edge of his lip. “Tough for you.”

“Not tough, I mean, I wouldn’t say—”

“Okay, I have a quid pro quo plan.”

“I don’t trust you.”

“Go along with me here.” Sander lay a hand on Robbe’s shoulder, and it became terribly obvious that Sander was a good four inches taller. They didn’t have much time before the girls would arrive. “On the fly, but y’know. I’m good. It will work. Women… they fume, but they let it go. You know?”

“I don’t know.”

“All the way or no way.”

I don’t know what that means.”

Sander gave a devilish smile. “Double whammy. Britt and Noor."

Screw it. Robbe didn’t want to talk to Noor. He wanted her off his back and he wanted the boys to stop talking about her when he was around. “All the way?”

Then it happened.

The door to the tower’s zenith flew open. Sander took Robbe by the back of the neck, the communication passing between them in an instant. Sander paused less than a breath away from Robbe’s lips, giving him time to stop it if he wanted to. Then they were kissing, Sander’s hands in Robbe’s hair, Robbe’s in the air like a surrender. Sander backed him up against the stone wall, pinned his arms up on either side, and closed his own eyes as Britt’s wand threw them both into something sickeningly close to daylight.

It wasn’t Robbe’s first kiss. He wasn’t a fan of kissing.

All in all though, pretty solid.

Sander’s tongue tasted like chocolate. Might have liked it a little.

Might have thought about watching Sander across the table in a bar, something jealous and acrid burning in the bottom of his throat when Sander kissed Britt.

Not a lot. Not enough to mean anything.

“What the hell are you doing?” Britt planted her hands on her hips, her appearance sour. Her hair stuck out in a dozen different directions as if it had been hexed to float as such. From the disheveled state of her robes, Robbe could guess that her night had been far more difficult than his. His pulse hammered at heart attack speeds in his chest. Was this what dying felt like? Why were his hands tingling?

Wasn’t that great of a kiss.

Okay, but not like… not like Noor kissed him.

Nothing like that.

“Ow, my eyes,” said Sander, breathless. “Privacy.”

He went back in for the second kiss, and Robbe let him. Just let him. Fucking hell. More short and sweet than the last. Robbe’s hands shook, his whole body shook. All the blood in his veins pumped straight into his head. He wasn’t allowed to want something like this.

Noor clapped a hand over her mouth.

“Sander,” Britt repeated. “What the fuck?”

“We’re—” said Robbe. “It’s not—”

Sander, however, was faster. “You’ve brought your boyfriend here before.”

Both Noor and Britt were incredulous. “What?”

Sander owned the situation. That was Robbe’s job. “I’m allowed to do it, too,” Sander said. “Bring my boyfriend.” His eyes met Robbe’s. This is the plan, go along with it.

Robbe went red. Now that he could see Sander completely in the light from Britt’s wand, he could tell how realistic this ploy was. Sander’s shirt, the buttons! Streaks of dust stained the white material brown, the kind of dirt one might find caked to the walls of this very tower. Whatever he’d been doing earlier, it wasn’t much of a stretch to imply he’d been making out with Robbe instead. Oh fuck no. Robbe didn’t sign up for something like this.

“You’re not—he’s not—” Noor fumbled with her words. “This—”

Sander smiled. He looped his arm around Robbe’s shoulders. “Recent thing.”

Robbe felt like he was about to be sick. No, seriously. Like he was about to drop dead on the cobblestone flooring of the astronomy tower. What would the boys say about something like this? Jens would be okay, maybe, and Aaron would be insensitive but supportive. Moyo… that was a wildcard. Robbe would need to book it back to the dormitories to get ahead of the rumor before it spread too far. This couldn’t be happening.

He tried to take deep, grounding breaths. Sander’s skin on his neck did not help.

He did not like the kiss.

He did not like that kiss.

“It’s actually kind of late,” Sander continued. “We should really be heading to bed. Accio player.” A CD compact flew down through the window and into his open palm. So that was what made the music? A tiny enchanted compact? He slid it into the pocket of his robes and the music cut off.

Noor nodded, bewildered. She put a hand on Britt’s arm. “Um, well… patrol’s all done. Might as well. Sorry to… uh, sorry to bother you.”

“You’re not together,” said Britt, like she hadn’t heard. “You’re doing this to get back at me, and the stupid music—”

Robbe wasn’t buzzing from a kiss. He wasn’t shaking from a kiss. This was something Sander did to get Britt off his back for a night, nothing to worry about, nothing that would continue.

Noor was a better kisser. She used less tongue and didn’t taste like marinara.

Robbe was always a fan of marinara.

“Recent thing,” he echoed.

A watch on Sander’s wrist beeped twelve-thirty. Outside the astronomy tower window, the Great Lake reflected the night sky with seamless synchronicity. Wouldn’t the boys just love to hear about this? Wouldn’t they just love—Robbe took one more fleeting glance outside, a castle bathed in the moonlight. He needed to get out of here. He needed to run. This was an arrangement to get Noor off his back.

“I’ll walk you to the common room,” Sander said, casting lumos. He brushed past the girls, took them down the spiral staircase, grabbed Robbe by both shoulders. “Cool, quid pro quo. It’s taken care of. No detention?”

How Robbe mustered the strength to speak, he’d never know. “This is just a bigger mess. Still detention.”

Sander squeezed Robbe’s hand. “Yeah, but so much more fun. I’ll see you tomorrow, then.” He took the path to the left to the dungeons.

Robbe sprinted the rest of the way to his bed, breezing by Jens, Jana, Moyo, and Aaron’s little huddle in the common room. Straight beneath the covers. The curtains pulled. He swore he could hear Sander’s music from half a castle away. No way could he wake up tomorrow and face the implications of tonight. No way. The door to the dormitory opened again, closed quietly behind. It was Jens. it had to be Jens.

“What shit are we into this time?” came Jens’ familiar tone.

Robbe choked on the sentence as he spit it out. “I think I’m dating someone.”

#sobbe #robbe x sander #robbe ijzermans #hogwarts au #sander driesen #it may seem like the dynamics are fucked up #but trust me it's accurate #if i have the willpower to post part two it will be clear #fic request

[lily-xox]

Get Out Chp2. Who are you?

It’s cold. It’s so cold that I can’t feel my hands and feet. The shackles around my wrists and ankles are digging into my skin. It burns, but it’s so cold. The concrete floor beneath me does not help with the coldness either. It’s just a reminder of the situation I’m in.

Five months ago he was just living his normal life. Go to college, survive the day there, go to practice, head home, and play video games. That was his normal for years! Like in every story, nothing can be forever and so his peaceful life was stripped away from him in under five minutes.

He was walking home from school after a tiring game of football. They had won! and because of that, they were going to participate in the nationals! Clay himself being the captain and leading them to victory by a touchdown! Don’t get him wrong, Clay was strong, but his body type didn’t match his position on the team.

The sun was already setting in the distance and giving the sky different hues of colors. He was wearing headphones and listening to music until suddenly a white van pulled over next to him. Clay knowing the saying ‘stranger danger’ and ‘don’t follow strangers, even if they offer you candy’ he decided to book it and started to sprint down the sidewalk.

He sprinted to the next block and decided to take a different route just in case. He wasn’t risking it. He had heard about people getting kidnapped and he didn’t want to be one of those people. Unfortunately the second he lowered his guard three men tackled him into the alleyway and started to tie him up. A rag was pushed over his mouth and nose, which smelled awful. He tried to struggle against the men and scream. His sounds being muffled by the rag.

“Stop struggling and make this easy on yourself!” One of the men said. while tying his legs together.

He managed to punch one of the men, but it backfired and his hands got tied together behind his back tightly.

“Fucking bitch. You're gonna regret that!”

Soon his vision started to fade away from view and he was picked up and thrown over one of the man's shoulders like a sack of potatoes. The rag in his mouth fell off and he was tossed to the back of the van, the last thing he heard was one of the men talking.

“Hope you have a fun time in hell. We’re gonna get a lot of money with your ass.” And everything went dark.

After that the next time he woke up it was cold. He was laying on a concrete floor chained to the wall by his wrists. Everything hurts. He looked around, he was in a small concrete room. In front of him was a heavy metal door and it looked like it had a small flap at the bottom. On the right side was a small bed with a thin mattress and a pillow. There were no windows and lamps. So it was dark, but he could barely understand what was surrounding him. On the left were a toilet and a sink. Nothing more, nothing less. He tried to squirm his way out of the metal cuffs but they didn’t budge. He doesn't know how long he sat there, but he heard footsteps coming towards him. “Where the fuck am I? What happened?” he asked himself out loud. He tried to struggle out of the binding on his wrists but it didn’t even budge. He saw something on the floor beneath his feet and he lightly gasped.

Claw marks. There were human-like claw marks on the floor. Now that Clay looked closer, they were everywhere. Somewhere on the walls, some on the floor, but most of them were near the metal door. Heck, even the door had marks on it! What the hell happened here?!

He sat up slightly as he heard the door open and bright light coming from the door. A tall man with a mask came into the room with three other men. The masked man was wearing a white tank top with dirt and blood spattered on it. He had both his hand sleeves tattooed. Clay thought he looked cool. They shared a look and started to come towards him.

“Hey! Who-Who are you! W-What do you want from me!? W-Where am I?!” Clay yelled at the men, trying to get away from the intruders.

“Shut up. Now come with us and we won’t hurt you.” The masked man spoke. The three men took off Clay's cuffs and tied his hands behind his back with rope. Clay struggled which he was rewarded for when one of the men kicked him in the stomach.

“What did I just tell you? If I were you I would at least try to not get killed.”The masked man spoke. He gave the three men a signal and Clay was lifted to stand with his legs. The masked man walked up to Clay and grabbed his chin in a harsh grip which Clay whimpered.

“So I’m going to give you some advice. The more you struggle the more brutal we’re going to be. And believe me, I don’t give a fuck do you die or not because I get paid nonetheless. So to make this easier for yourself and behave or you’ll regret it.” The masked man growled as he threw Clays' head to the side.

Clay spit in the man's face. “I’m not a fucking scared of you! It’s four against one. You fucking pussy!”

The man wiped the spit off with his hand. He looked at Clay with danger in his eyes. If Clay wasn't so strong-headed he would quiver in fear.

The man motioned to one of the men who was holding Clay still. The man came around and handed The masked man a collar. A shock collar to be exact. “Oh, Clay Clay Clay. You just had to make this worse for yourself.”

The man walked up to Clay holding the collar. Clay started to struggle. Yelling curse words left and right but to no avail. The man managed to secure the shock collar to Clay's neck.

“Now, now. We can’t be having you struggling like that” The masked man had a remote in his hands. He pressed one button on it and Clay screamed. It hurt. It hurt so much that he was heaving. “This will remain as a reminder that you don’t have any control here. Not anymore. You belong to me.”

“F-fuck y-you!” Clay said through gritted teeth.

“Now walk.” The man turned and walked out of the door.

One of the men grabbed him and made him stand on his legs. Then he was pushed forward as he stumbled almost falling before balancing himself. They walked through the hallway. It was bright and had metal doors lining up the sides. There were so many! Clay could hear people crying for help and banging on the door to be let out. Where the hell was he? Why was he here? Who were these people?

They reached the end of the hallway and opened up another door, and when it opened Clay could only stare in horror. Slaves. Human fucking slaves. Everywhere. He saw people being whipped while cleaning the floor, being yelled at for no reason. People walking around in rags and chains on their ankles and wrists looking pale and malnourished. They all had one thing in common, a collar, everyone had a fucking collar around their neck. He was so terrified. What were they going to do to him?

He looked around and saw people standing on a lit-up stage in different costumes, which most were revealing. On the stage was a man dressed up in a suit and yet another mask yelling something over the microphone to the people watching him. He saw as people were raising their hands and lifting up numbers. “100,000 going once!” The man on the stage yelled. Clay stared in horror. They’re selling people!? Was he going to be sold!? The more he stared the more scared he got, he got so scared in fact that he forgot to keep walking. “Keep moving!” he heard a growl behind him as he was yet again pushed forwards.

To Clay’s horror, they seemed to finally arrive at their destination. The masked man stepped towards the door and knocked. a small “Come in!” was heard through the door and in a second the door opened and he was pushed inside.

Clay realized that he was in a large bathroom. The walls were ugly gray color and the sink was dirty white. The floor tiles were white and worn out, they had an ugly yellow tint to them. The shower had no curtain and the shower looked like it had never been washed.

Then Clay noticed the woman next to the sink. She had black skin-tight shorts that went up to his knees. She also wore a loose white T-shirt. She had short pink hair and a pair of round glasses on top of her nose.

“Hello! What’s your name?” The woman had a calming and sweet voice.

“It-It’s C-Clay”

“Hello, Clay! It’s nice to meet you! You can call me Nia. Would you please take a seat?” The woman pulled a chair from the bottom cabinet of the sink. She motioned to the chair in front of her but Clay made no motion to move where he stood. A shock snapped him out of his thoughts.

“Didn’t you hear what she said? Go sit in the damn chair!” The man with the remote yelled.

“John! Stop it, please. You promised.” Nia muttered

“Yeah, yeah. Here.” The man who Clay now knows is named John. Gave the shock collar remote to one of the men behind him.

“I’ll be leaving now. I have another one to hunt down. Make him presentable in under an hour. Bye Nia” John waved to the woman, which the woman waved back.

The men left and now in the bathroom were Clay, Nia, and another man who had the collar.

“Alright let’s get started! Can you please sit down? Please?” The woman asked. Clay moved to sit in the chair facing the mirror. The woman grabbed a wheeled shelf which was filled with different types of bottles and trinkets. The woman grabbed a spray bottle and sprayed Clay’s hair with water. She then took out scissors and started to cut Clay's hair. When she had finished with Clay’s hair she took out three different bottles and placed them in the shower on the other side of the bathroom.

“Alright! Elric, I’m done, would you do the next step while I’m going to make sure the next batch is going to look wonderful!” The woman said and left the room. The man, Elric, looked at Clay and took out a pocket knife. Clay stared at the man with fear. Elric came behind Clay, lifted him up, and turned him around so Clay was facing the shower. The man cut the ropes binding CLay's hands. Then the man said something that made Clay’s face pale.

“Strip.”

“W-what!?” Clay’s face was burning hot. With shame, embarrassment, or anger, he didn’t know.

“I said strip. Are you that dumb that you can’t follow a simple command?” The man spits at Clay.

“No! What the fuck! I’m not doing that!” No. What the hell! Clay did not want to be butt naked in front of some stranger! Especially some who kidnapped him! He had to fight against this. He was a fucking jock for fuck sake! He could easily knock this guy out if he wanted to!

The man stepped closer to Clay. “ It wasn’t a request. Now strip or I will do it for you and believe me I won’t be gentle.” The man growled. “No! I won't do it! You can’t make me! Shock me all you want but I won’t do it!” Clay yelled at the man.

The shock was painful. So painful in fact that it had Clay's knees buckle and made him fall to the floor in pain. The man kicked Clay in the stomach multiple times. After the minimal beating, the man grabbed Clay by his hair and lifted his head up. Clay

“Wanna try again? I.said.strip.” The man hissed.

Clay was petrified. His ribs and stomach hurt. His head hurt and he wanted to cry. Clay stood up on his shaky legs and stared at the man. desperate tears in the brink of his eye.

“Go on.”

“C-can y-you at least.....t-turn a-around?” Clay’s voice was small. He hated it. He was supposed to be strong and fearless. He was supposed to make others fear him. Not the other way around! The man cocked his eyebrow “

You really think I’m that stupid?” The man laughed. “No, I won’t. Wouldn't want you to do any funny business while I’m not looking. Now quit stalling.”

Embarrassment. Pure honest embarrassment. That was all Clay was feeling. His cheeks flared bright red. He brought his hands to the bottom of his hoodie and lifted it over his head slowly. Dropping it to the ground next to him with a thud. Next, he took off his sneakers and socks, his T-shirt following after. He got to his jeans belt and his hands started to shake. He fumbled with his belt as he tried to get it off.

“Hurry the fuck up I don’t have all day.”

He got his belt off and started to unbutton his jeans. His eyes started to tear up. He realized that he was scared. For the first time in his life, he felt genuine fear for himself. He didn’t want this!

“God! please! I don’t want to do this! Help me, Someone, just anyone. Help me!” Clay thought as he stood there. Only in his boxers. Face as red as a tomato and tears in the corners of his eyes.

“All of it”

Clay wanted to die. No, this couldn’t be happening! This was all just a bad dream! He would wake up any second now and go back to the safety of his room. He would go to school and tell his friends about the weird Clay he had, forgetting it the next day. He would be fine! He just had to wake up! A small shock snapped him out of his thoughts. With shaking hands he slipped the last article of clothing off himself. Looking anywhere but the man in front of him.

“Good boy. Now step into the shower and wash.” The man took a seat in the chair Clay had had his haircut a few minutes ago. The man looked Clay up and down examining every nook and cranny in his body.

Clay walked into the shower and turned the water on. The hot water dripped to his skin. It burned but Clay didn’t care. He started to wash himself with the shampoo, conditioner and body wash Nia had left him. It smelled like honey and vanilla. Clay tried to stall time by making sure everything was washed but soon the time ran out. He walked out of the shower and dried himself whit a towel. He wrapped the towel around his waist.

“You done?” The man asked Clay and to which he nodded.

“Good. Now follow me. Don’t try anything dumb.” The man hissed. He stood up and walked to the door. He opened it and motioned Clay to follow him.

Clay stood there flabbergasted and stared at the man in front of him. He looked at the ground where his clothes were and started to grab them when a small shock shot through his spine.

“You don’t need them anymore. Now follow.” The man spoke from the open door.

“B-but I d-don’t have a-anything to wear!” Clay argued and looked at the man desperation filled in his eyes

“Do I look like I care? Well, I don’t.” The man shocked Clay. “Don’t make this harder for us? Just follow and you won’t get hurt.”

“N-no! You’re insane! I’m not going to walk around butt naked! You can’t! I won’t!” The man signed and started to walk towards Clay. Cay started to back up. He knew he couldn’t fight. He had a freaking shock collar on for fucks sake! The only option was running and his every instinct and mind was telling Clay to run.

It seemed that the man had had enough of Clay’s shit. The man shocked Clay and cuffed his hands behind his back. The struggling only resorted to making Clay's dilemma more humiliating. Tho towel that once was around his waist was now on the floor. The man started to push Clay towards the door. Clay tried his best to fight but he was feeling weak. He felt utterly humiliated. He was walking around, butt naked, collared, and tied. Other slaves and well-dressed people walked past him and gave him disgusted looks. He could even cover his privates with his hands tied behind his back!

They walked into an elevator and they went down to floor 3. When the doors opened Clay could only stare and scream in silence. People in metal cages were being tortured, whipped, and beaten. Some even were being sexually used by men! To Clay’s relief, they arrived at another metal door. The man opened the door and pushed Clay in. Locking the door behind him. The room was dark and yet again was a full concrete room. It didn’t have any furniture apart from a wooden chair in the corner of the room.

Clay was shoved against the concrete wall harshly. His hands got untied just to be cuffed to the wall in front of him. So he was kidnapped, humiliated, butt naked, facing the wall, arms spread wide in front of a stranger that probably wanted to kill him. Great, just peachy.

“Now, here’s what’s gonna happen. Your body type has been requested on the black market for quite a while now and a person just offered us ten million to have the first one. So we are gonna make you the best whore for him before he comes and collects you.”

Clay couldn’t believe it. They were gonna make him a sex slave! No! This is not real! No, no nonononononon-

“NO! Y-You can’t! I’m a human being! You can’t do this!” Clay started to yell and struggle the most he has ever done. He wanted out. He didn’t want this.

The man walked over to Clay and put his hands on Clay’s ass. Massaging them and spreading his cheeks apart so his asshole was on view. “Oh no, sweet cheeks, I can do this and I will. We just need to train you so that ugly stubbornness is no longer there. We just need the submissive little slut that is yet to come out of you. You just...need a little...push... I’d say.” The man behind him whispered in his ear.

“Boys!” the man yelled and the door was suddenly pulled open. Two other men came in. They were wearing all-black outfits with black masks.

“Alright, boys. You know what to do.” The masked man spoke to the other two men. As the man was leaving he turned around and made eye contact with Clay.

“If I were you I would just submit already or it will be more painful than it already is.” Then the man left, slamming the door closed. Leaving Clay with the two masked men.

“We’re going to have so much fun little slut” The man purred and started to touch Clay's body all over while the other took out a whip. Clay stared in horror and started to yell, scream and struggle to Get out. No matter what Clay did, nothing worked. Between the pain and pleasure, only one thought was clear in his fuzzy mind. “Help me. No. No more. Stop. Stop it. I want to Get out”

That’s how it continued. For five long months. He would be beaten, raped, and used until he could make a sound anymore or that he passed out. If Clay was being honest with himself he was actually starting to lose it. He hated it. When he was alone in the room after surviving the horrible events that day he would Clay of his old life, his friend heck even his family.

He just wanted to leave. Even dying was an option in his mind. Anything would be better than what he was experiencing right now. The pain was too much.

He forgot how time worked while he was there. No one told him how long it has been here. Everything changed however one day when everything stopped. He was let go and the men were scrambling away. Leaving the door to the room of pain open for Clay.

That day was like he was being reborn again. All the pain and darkness vanished and only light was left. It seemed like his prayers were finally heard. His pleading into the darkness of anyone saving him was finally answered. After five long months there it was. Freedom. In the eyes of one brown eye and one blue eye was his escape.

The man in front of him was beautiful. Clay didn’t know anyone so beautiful until that moment. He wanted to cry about how beautiful the person was. The man squatted in front of Clay and looked him in the eyes. The face was cold, but to Clay, it burned so brightly like the sun was in his face. The person had brown curly hair. It looked so soft that all Clay wanted to do was comb his hands' through that hair for hours. Clay wanted to speak but he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t have time to think, because the beautiful person spoke.

“What do we have over here?”

#gore #mafia #mafia au #dnf fanfic #dnf #dreamnotfound #dreamwastaken #sapnap #gun #alchohol tw #tw mentions of violence #tw killing #tw mentions of abuse #tw deaht #tw rape #smokin