#wrote half of this at like 6am sleepless lmao

[whumpy-tales-and-thoughts]

“I know what you did”

Inspired by this post 

Tw: whipping, noncon touching, pet names, knife.

Taglist: @mnmlover2002

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  Leo never felt quite alright when Marcus embraced him. That said, he never felt alright around Marcus at all. But, today felt different. He tried to not stress himself out too much, there’s no way he knows, he thought, and held his breath as Marcus hugged him harder, maybe putting a bit too much strength into is arms.

  “Oh, love”, he said into Leo’s ear, his tone happy. And then, a deep sigh into his neck. It was like the atmosphere in the room had gotten heavier. “Oh, love”, he said again, his voice a bit colder. “I know what you did”.

  The words fell like rocks onto Leo, whose body was now frozen by Marcus’ lethal expression. A slap brought him to the soft carpet, where he sat on his legs, looking up at the larger man with a shocked, terrified expression. He was simply covering his cheek with his hand, not having the mental strength to make any other action, now.

  Marcus knelt down by him and Leo tried to crawl backwards, but Marcus grabbed his ankle. “Don’t move”. Two very simple words. Leo nodded. “Now, do you want to tell me what you did, or would you rather play dumb and get more hurt than you’re already going to be?”

  Leo opened his mouth to talk, and he tried to, he really did, but his voice refused to come out, and the more time that passed, the more Marcus’ grip in his ankle tightened. By now it was sure to leave a bruise. “Well?” his black eyes glimmered and Leo gulped in a frantic attempt to calm himself.

  “I… I, I…” his breath kept getting caught in his throat and tears were forming in his eyes.

  “Say it”, Marcus growled and got on his feet. He stepped on Leo’s stomach before he had a chance to move away.

  Leo coughed and whimpered, but opened his mouth again: “I tried… to leave-”

  His breath was cut off from the force of Marcus’ step that fell down on his stomach like a brick. He cringed and coughed and doubled up on himself soon as the other man’s foot was off him. “I’m sorry”, he managed to whisper, and soon he was raised to his feet by the collar of his shirt.

  “Sorry won’t cut it this time, Leo. I give you this much freedom, this much love, this is how you repay me?” He threw him back down and turned his back at him. “Move an inch while I’m gone and I’ll kill you”. His voice was dry and cold -most likely a very real threat.

  So Leo stayed. He stayed on his knees, barely breathing, crying silently. He didn’t want to think about what would happen if he made any kind of noise. Marcus returned with handcuffs and rope, and Leo’s breath caught in his throat when he saw him taking off his belt.

  Guiding him by the back of his neck, Marcus led Leo to the bed, where he pushed him down to lie on his chest. He cut his shirt open with the box cutter he’d always carry in his pocket. Slicing it open, he made a shallow wound down his spine. Leo winced. “Oops, an accident”, he commented, his voice as black as his hair. He tied his arms and legs to each of the four bed posts, cuffing them for further security.

  Leo felt sick. He was completely defenseless, completely vulnerable. Marcus could do anything to him like that. Even things that would hurt him more than just physically. His mind flashed to the belt. Marcus could hit him with it or continue taking his clothes off, and he prayed it would be the former. He clenched his fists; it was the only sign of defiance he could make.

  Soon, he felt the first hit. It was unexpected, and he sucked in a deep breath before growling in pain. But it was better than the alternative, so he kept quiet. He greeted his teeth and braced for the next hits, tried to keep count to take his mind off the pain but soon it was unbearable, he lost count he’d scream and wince after every whip, his skin felt alien on his back, too bare, too opened, too raw. When his back was too much of a wreck, Marcus moved to his arms, and when his own blood splattered on his face, Leo buried it in the sheets.

  This was so wrong, so unfair. He wasn’t in the wrong here, Marcus was. Marcus had kidnapped him; he wasn’t wrong to try to escape. He wasn’t wrong to seek his freedom. His mother could only try so much to find him, he knew her efforts would be fruitless; she didn’t know where or with who he was.  Leaving that place was solely up to him, and he’d swore to himself that he wouldn’t stop trying. Yesterday was the first time he’d tried and now, he wasn’t sure he wanted to repeat it.

  Marcus had left the house, and it was the first time he hadn’t called his sister to watch over Leo. He’d warned him, though: “Make one wrong move and I’ll know”. Leo took the warning lightly and once he was sure Marcus was away, he sneaked off his room and went to the kitchen, pretending he was getting something to eat, checking if he was alone in the house. And he was. So he took one of the kitchen knives and moved to the front door. As expected, it was locked. He used the sharp end of the knife to try to unlock it, but before he could even make a small amount of progress, the end of the knife bended.

“Oh, no, no”, he’d murmured. He’s definitely going to notice this, he’ll definitely notice this, he thought, his knees suddenly trembling. He tried to straighten it with his finger, a stupid move, he noted to himself later, seeing that he’d successfully cut himself. “Now how the hell am I going to hide that, fuck”, he whispered to himself and walked back to the kitchen, but there wasn’t another knife with a sharp end like that. He had one chance, and he’d screwed it up. The windows all had metal railing around them, so that was a no-go as well. Hastily, he wrapped his fingers up in a paper towel and cleaned the floor off the droplets of his blood. The sun had started going down now, which meant it had been about an hour since Marcus had left. He’ll be back soon, he’s never gone for more, he’d thought, panic rushing through his blood, from his legs to his mind. Ultimately, he decided it would be best to take the knife upstairs and hide it. He slid it under the bed and just then, he heard the alarm going off, which meant Marcus was back.

  Leo threw the bloodied paper towel into the toilet’s bin, covering it with other paper. Luckily, his fingers weren’t bleeding anymore. Leo had “been good”, as Marcus was saying, so he was allowed on the bed and around the house. He lay on the soft mattress with the blue, floral sheet and matching mattress and covered himself up till his eyes. That’s what Marcus saw when he climbed up to his captive’s room. “You’re sleeping so soundly”, Leo had heard him say, and a chill had run down his spine. Marcus left the room right after that and the missing knife was never brought up, even though Marcus had cooked dinner.

  So, Leo thought he’d gotten away with it. God, how wrong he was.

  By the time Marcus had finished belting his arms as well, Leo was swinging in and out of consciousness. Some hits had gotten to his face and head as well, together with his arms. Slashes decorated his cheeks and ears and the back of his head had blood stains, mixing with the blue dye of his hair.

  “You can hear me, can’t you?” Marcus whispered by his ear.

  Leo nodded, and it was more of an instinct. He didn’t want to give him any answer, he just wanted to float off somewhere, but his consciousness was being too stubborn.

  “Good. You’re going to get yourself up and from today on you’ll be chained to the wall again”. His voice was stiff and threatening, as if one wrong move could detonate another explosion. Marcus was a person who could go from sweet to sour in a matter of seconds, Leo knew that all too well by now.

  Marcus ducked, looked under the bed, hummed, stretched his arm to grab something and got back up. “So, this is where that was, I guessed so. You kept looking towards the bed last night”. He used the knife to cut the ropes and unlocked the cuffs. “Get up, baby. Let me see your pretty face”.

  Leo forced himself up, his arms too weak, too pained to hold him, yet he managed to sit up with a grunt, looking at nothing in particular, with a dazed look. Marcus took Leo’s cheek and moved his face upwards, so they could see each other eye to eye. “Do I want to ruin this lovely face of yours?” he asked himself, and Leo felt his body going cold again. Marcus brought the knife with the tilted head near Leo’s eye and he stopped his breathing, bracing for the worst as the blade was getting closer and closer to his skin.

  Marcus’ smile dropped and so did his eyes. He dropped the knife down. “This is worthless now that it’s broken, Leo. I can’t carve anything or cut anything with it without the sharp end. You’ll be just as useless if your pretty face is ruined”. He traced his fingers through Leo’s soft skin. “You’re so beautiful, love. If only you were obedient, too”, he said, squeezing one of his welts with his finger. He took on a satisfied look as Leo winced. “I can do anything I want with the rest of your body but don’t worry, I’ll never touch your pretty face”.

  Marcus moved aside and stretched his arm towards the wall. “Now, go on. Walk up to the wall and I’ll chain you. Remember, you caused this, babe.”

  Leo almost cried out when his arms were raised to be locked in place by the cuffs.

  “Yes, this is much safer. I think I’ll just leave you like this”, Marcus leaned in for a kiss, but settled with a peck on Leo’s cheek, when he saw the younger man wasn’t responding. “see you at lunch, then, babe. Or, not!” he tutted, closing the door behind him.

  Leo was left back, his heart sunken along with his spirit.

#leo and marcus #tw noncon touching #tw whipping #tw knife #My writing #whump #whump writing #wrote half of this at like 6am sleepless lmao