✧.* of monsters and women *.✧
⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ A BAPTISM FOR THE DAMNED ⋆｡˚⭒°𖦹｡⋆
pairing: unhinged!aerion x therapist!reader
tags: Dead Dove Do Not Eat, dark romance, yandere!aerion, perv!aerion,therapist/patient relationship, modern au, kidnapping, captivity, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, psychological manipulation, savior complex, emotional dependency, eventual smut, masturbation (m) dubcon/noncon (eventual), rough sex (eventual)
summary:
He looked at her like something precious.
The chains on the floor suggested otherwise.
You felt the whisper of the blow as you fought to open your eyes.
Your eyelids felt impossibly heavy and even when you managed to hold them up for a few seconds you were still surrounded by complete and total darkness.
Something trickled down the side of your head. Slow and thick - blood. As you moved your hand up to check the wound, it whipped back to the edge of the bed. The chain you'd been oblivious to until that very moment burned its imprint into your wrist as you fought against it.
You tried to move your other hand. Then your legs. The chains wouldn't give.
You struggled against the bed with every ounce of strength you had left, crying for help with every failed flail. The tears poured out of you like an endless river, the confusion twisting your insides into a pit of utter despair.
Where are you? What happened? Where's Aerion?
The memories began poisoning your mind before you could stop them: his frame looming over you, the half-finished tea resting on the counter, the guilt in his eyes, the plate crashing onto your head.
No.
No, no, no.
Aerion wouldn't have done this, he couldn't have. He was better now, you'd seen it unfold right before your very eyes. As you lost yourself in your own denial, the sound of footsteps approaching pierced your ears.
You trembled, your entire body shivering with every steady clank of the shoe on the wooden floor. As the footsteps grew louder and louder finally reaching just outside the room, you curled yourself into a ball on the front of the bed.
"Are you awake now, darling?"
Aerion.
You knew just from his voice. The voice that clouded every memory from the last few months. The voice you'd go to work smiling every week to hear. The voice of your favorite patient.
With the clink of a light switch, he was before you. Dots of blood were scattered around his white t-shirt and stuck between his fingernails. He had cargo pants on, probably what he wore to go fishing. You could still see the swampy mud stuck on his boots.
Your eyes trailed up to his face and you trembled at how much the man before you seemed like an old friend and a complete stranger all at the same time.
Before you could contain it, the sick mixture of familiarity and isolation made your blood boil and your heart beat with a fear you'd never thought possible. You banged your head backwards as your limbs pushed on the chains with as much force as you could muster. You let out a sharp cry with every movement, the pain overtaken by your determination to escape. Somehow. Even though it was impossible.
"Shhhhh."
Aerion pouted as he walked towards you with extreme care. He took your shoulders into his hands, steadying you, and planted a whisper of a kiss onto your lips, his own just barely grazing the corner of your mouth with a softness that twisted your insides.
He took your head in his hands, thumbs gently wiping away the tears that lingered. He tilted you to the side, surveying your wound as he let out a deep sigh.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, you know I didn't. I just - wanted to be with you."
You scampered further away him on the bed quietly, unable to bring yourself to words. The betrayal - or the misunderstanding - whatever this was, it was beyond you.
"I love you so much, I just - I couldn't control myself. The thought of a future, a life without you. It drove me ... mad."
He looked down, shame painted on every delicate feature. Even now, chained, bloodied, and bruised, you couldn't help but pity him.
"Aerion. Please."
You searched for his eyes, forcing him to look at you as you pleaded, begged for him to let you go without words. You wouldn't risk saying it out loud this time. Not after witnessing this reaction.
A single tear poured out of the pool of his violet iris.
"Let me fix it. I can fix it."
He reached into the pocket of his cargo pants and pulled out a key. You let out a sigh of relief, the fear spilling out of you as your shoulders relaxed. He unlocked the first chain freeing your right hand. You flexed your fingers and observed the cuts you'd given yourself elegantly traced around your arm in a curly imprint of red. He then freed your other arm and your legs. After unlocking the final shackle on your ankle, he traced his tongue across the blood you'd left and trailed up to the hem of your sleep shirt.
He didn't look human, licking the blood off his lips to savor every part of you he could consume.
A moment of silence passed, the two of you staring at each other desperately trying to find any sign of what the other was thinking.
You made the first move trying your hardest to stand, but the dizziness from the head wound made your knees give out in a flash. Before you even hit the bed, Aerion's body was pressed to yours holding you in his arms.
"See? You need me just as much as I need you."
He lifted you into his arms carrying you bridal style out of the room he held you in.
With the lights on now, you could see it. It was beautiful. The room was extremely large, a stunning vanity with white-painted wood and a pink velvet stool sat towards the front of the room. The side was covered in bookshelves, the mini library section completed with the same pink velvet on a seat below the window. The view outside took your breath away. It was still night - or very early morning. There was barely any light, but you could make out the magnificent hills and the tall trees. Like it was out of a fairytale. The bed was huge, ornately decorated with white linen sheets and a gorgeous wool blanket.
Everything was perfect except for the ugly metal chains lying on the floor and the drops of blood - your blood - spattered on the pretty white cushions.
You settled into his touch. You were too weak to hold yourself up, let alone fight. And you were never going to win in a physical fight with Aerion. You knew you'd have to convince him to let you go. Play along until he was distracted. Until he found a shiny new toy to fixate on. That's all this was. A passing interest.
He opened another door leading you into the bathroom. It was just as stunning as the bedroom. Huge mirrors, pink towels, a bathtub just in the center with golden handles.
As Aerion set you down on the edge of a white marble counter, he noticed the bewilderment in your expression. A faint, almost shy smile started to curve on his blood-stained lips.
"I hope you like it."
He grabbed one of the pristine white towels before wetting it with cold water and pressing it to your wound, gently running his fingers through your hair with his other hand.
"I heard you say you like pink that one time. Our third session. And all the books - some are psychology and the others are fairytales. I know how much you love stories."
The weight of his words sank into your chest like a bullet. Every small comment, every casual answer to a question - he was listening. Not just listening, internalizing.
An idea of you. Bound to him forever.
Your breath hitched as you mumbled a clumsy beginning to a response.
"If you don't like it I can change it. I'll redecorate everything, just how you want. Or - or if you don't like this room I can show you the other ones."
The schoolboy sweetness in his voice made your head spin. His unwavering cruelty made him impossible to love, but the streaks of gentleness he showed made him impossible to hate.
"I love it, Aerion. Thank you."
You nodded as he continued tending to your wounds with utmost care. You were in this now. And you had to play the game.
He chuckled softly, a victorious grin spreading across his face.
"Well, hopefully you won't need it very long. I mean you can hang out here in the days and everything. But you'd spend the nights with ... me."
The fear of rejection was knitted into the curve of his brow, the puppy dog eyes he looked up at you with, every tiny detail on his face. You had to try to set some boundaries, try to save yourself a little while keeping him happy.
The thought of sleeping with his arms around you twisted a knot into your stomach. You'd never sleep again feeling the heat of his breath on your neck, the possessive clutch he'd keep you in. You'd faced enough today. This had to wait.
"Aerion. It's not that I don't want to stay with you. I - I just need some time to adjust."
He nodded frantically, his understanding troubling you somehow more than if he'd shown his wrath.
"I know. It's a big change. I'd never force you to do that. You know how much I care about you."
He wrapped you into an embrace, his lips pressed against your forehead. He was responding right now. This was your chance to play into his humanity, his weak spot for you.
"I know, Aerion. And I know you'd want me to be happy no matter what."
You felt his grip tighten around you in confirmation.
"Yes."
He breathed softly onto your temple.
"I was happy, Aerion. With my apartment, my life, with you as my patient."
You couldn't see his face, but from the way his body froze you knew you'd set him off. It was too soon to try to escape. Much too soon. But the thought of staying with him any longer filled you with unimaginable terror.
"Your boyfriend?"
His voice cut through the room, his childlike softness morphing into something impossibly harsh and cold. He peeled his body off yours and burned away any fight you had left with the piercing stare of his violet eyes.
This is it, you thought.
He's going to kill me.
"You think I didn't know?"
He spat as he started pacing back and forth between you and the tub.
"You think I couldn't smell him on you!"
He screamed, face inches from yours. You started to tremble with fear, tears trickling down as you pulled your knees in with your arms looking down at the sink.
"Pathetic little man. He was never good enough for you. And I couldn't say anything for six fucking months. Do you know what that felt like?"
He brushed the silver hair out of his face as he continued pacing, taking each step with increasing insanity.
"You know I can tell when you've been crying. Your eyes - they're darker. And you slump your shoulders. See, I know that. And I know you. And every time you'd cry, you'd smell of him."
The potent disgust in his voice every time he spoke about your boyfriend made you shiver. He was right. Any time you had been crying, he'd been the reason. But they were stupid things - not wanting to see a movie you liked, making mean comments about your cat. But he wasn't a bad guy. He wasn't anything like -
You let out a hiccup as you sobbed, the sound pathetic and embarrassing catching Aerion's attention in spite of the depth of his ravings.
The madness melted away into guilt as he watched the tears flowing down your face. The way you clutched onto your knees with fear. The way you'd been crying so hard you could no longer control the way breath escaped you.
He walked to you with urgency, rubbing your shoulders as he spoke softly.
"No, no, no, my love. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. It's all gonna be better now. We're gonna be better now. We just have to forget."
His fingers shook as clasped the hem of your t-shirt, almost like he was nervous to touch you. You reflexively kicked your ankle at him, but he caught it in midair.
"Please don't be scared. Trust me, darling. You know I'd never actually hurt you."
He lifted your arms with a frightful gentleness, almost as if he was afraid you'd fracture at his touch. You had no choice but to comply.
"I need to wash you. To clean you. So there'll be no more of him. No more blood. No more hurt. After tonight, there won't be any pain left, can't you see? Just us. Together. Here."
He pulled your t-shirt over your head slowly, leaving you in only your underwear. You crossed your arms in front of your breasts, terrified and exposed. His hands slid from your arms to your upper thighs, pausing to gently grip your waist for a moment before fiddling with lace of your panties.
"You really are beautiful, you know."
He whispered as he eyed your body with something that could only be described as worship.
You let out a scream as he lifted you again, unable to sit in the discomfort at how vulnerable you were now. Naked. Exposed. In the hands of a madman. And you knew what he'd do with you now.
"Shhhhhhh."
Aerion purred as he looked down at you with fascination. You could see it. He didn't understand your fear of him. His wrath was rooted in something much more complex, much more dangerous. Confusion.
He moved you with ease, holding you in one arm now as he started running the bathwater. He traced your spine gently as he waited for the water to rise, fingertips sending your skin into a frenzy.
It sickened you, how comforting it was to be touched like this.
"Tell me if it's too warm or too cold."
The words rolled of his tongue like a prayer as he lowered you into the tub.
The water was perfect. Almost like he planned it. As you submerged yourself further, you found a disturbing peace in the contrast between the heat of the water and the heat of his hands on your skin.
Aerion walked to a cabinet and pulled out a wash cloth and some vials. You weren't sure what they held. Maybe something to make you sleep, to dull your senses.
He walked back to you, testing the water with his hand as he knelt at your side.
"Perfect."
He muttered under his breath. You hated how well he knew you.
He poured each of the vials as his eyes studied your figure below the water. Any question of what was inside of them was now extinguished. The scent hit your nose with a brutal familiarity. Rose. Vanilla. Sandalwood.
Your perfume.
Aerion closed his eyes and tilted his head back as he took a long inhale, face painted with desire.
"Smells like you."
He almost moaned the words out. He'd gotten everything right. The proportions. The exact kind. It's as if he poured it straight from the bottle.
He dipped the washcloth into the water as he lost himself in the sweet aroma, his breath slowing with every second that passed between you. He started with your head, wiping any lingering blood that stuck to your hair with utmost care.
"I'm going to wipe away all your pain."
He pressed a few strands of your hair to his nose as he took a deep breath in. He lowered the washcloth to your cheeks, wiping away the remnants of the tears you shed just moments ago.
"All your sadness."
He held your hands as he brought you to your feet. Your hesitation faltered in the face of your fear. You stood completely bare in front of him, arms tense at your sides as he guided the washcloth around every inch of your body.
"I'll wash away everything that was here before me."
You shivered as the washcloth gently grazed the side of your breast, cheeks blushing with same at how quickly your nipples hardened at his touch. He moved down to your stomach with agonizing slowness, stopping just before the start of your thigh.
"I know you've hurt before. That's why you could see me. Understand me in the way you do."
Just as you thought he'd move lower, just as you thought he'd cross into a new level of violation, he handed you the washcloth.
You stood frozen in a daze. You had mentally prepared yourself. For him to touch you. For him to take you. It was inevitable.
But then he didn't.
He walked away, eyes never parting from you for a second as you began to wash yourself.
"But I don't want you to hurt anymore. We've found each other now. And I'm going to make you happy. Like you made me happy."
You smiled shyly as you continued, desperately ignoring the disgust building through your body. Everything about this was so sick. You had friends, you had a boyfriend, you had a life.
And Aerion wanted to take it all away.
And the worst part. The part that made you hate yourself. Is that you couldn't blame him. For any of it. This was your fault. You'd gone too far, gotten too close. And this was the price you had to pay.
After you finished, Aerion wrapped you in a towel, dropping to his knees to lead you out of the tub. He held your hand as he led you back to the bedroom.
"I'm sorry about the blood on the sheets. I'll have them cleaned tomorrow."
He led you to the bed as you used his strong arms to steady your faltering steps.
You sank into the linen, face covered in complete and utter shock as Aerion turned and made his way to the door. You were certain he'd hurt you. Take advantage of you. Force you down as he had his way. And he didn't.
He turned back before leaving, eyes pleading with yours for a moment that lasted an eternity. He struggled to find the words for a minute, mouth opening to speak with no words coming out.
"I'd never make you do anything you don't want to do."
He finally managed. He smiled softly before he finally left.
Everything he said was a contradiction. Everything he did made no sense. He'd kidnapped you, broken a plate over your head and then washed you like you were something precious and porcelain he didn't dare to break. He unclothed you as if you belonged to him but didn't dare touch you without your permission.
Your thoughts derailed into chaos as you covered yourself in the soft blankets and sheets he so perfectly picked for you. The books, the colors - it was your dream room. And in your nightmare scenario.
Nothing meant anything here.
Your mind darted quickly to possibilities of escape. He didn't chain you again. Left you in your own room unsupervised. You thought about the door. The window. But as much as he knew you, you knew him.
He'd never let you get away this easy. There was something waiting for you outside and you were too weak now to risk finding out what it was.
But you knew the longer you stayed here, the longer he'd feel like you truly belonged.
And the harder it would be to leave.
Tomorrow.
You'd have to do it tomorrow. At the perfect moment. Not too rash, not too tentative. You'd find your moment and you'd take it.
You'd escape.
There was no other option.
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Aerion walked to his room, shoulders heavy with exhaustion but head held high in triumph.
He'd rescued her.
He'd planned it for months. Every detail, every corner of her new room, everything was made for her.
He'd seen her pain. Even though she hid it so perfectly. He could see.
And he didn't want her to hurt anymore.
He fell back on his bed, body finding warmth in the red velvet blanket. He cautiously brought his hand to his pocket, clutching the panties she'd left lying on the bathroom floor.
He couldn't help himself. And why should he?
They were made for each other.
She understood every part of him. And he understood every part of her, even the parts she didn't.
He shut his eyelids as he spread them across his face, desire pulsing through his body as he took in her scent. His hands traveled to unbutton his pants and slide through his waist band as he began to stroke his long cock, throbbing at the memory of her naked before him.
He thrashed wildly with the lace spread across his face, his tongue darting out to taste any inch it could reach. Any inch her body had been on.
He didn't feel any shame in his lust-filled haze, stroking his cock with increasing fervor as he thought of her eyes, her beautiful eyes. The eyes that never gave up on him. His desire burned through his body as he relived what her skin felt like tonight. Wet, soft, his.
It was only natural to want something so beautiful.
And he wouldn't take her until she wanted it. Until she asked for it.
Because he loved her. He knew her.
And he was certain she would.
Eventually.
He came hard, eyes rolling back in pleasure with her name on his lips and her image branded in his mind.
Eventually.
It couldn't come soon enough.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi babies, this one's gonna be a little build up. Things are gonna get ready dark and freaky I'll get to it I promise, I promise. Thinking of doing shorter chapters kinda like this so I can post more often (lmk thoughts). Thank you so much for your love on the first chapter and I hope I'm doing y'all justice. Please leave comments with any thoughts, ideas, feedback, etc. I appreciate all the love and support.
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