Too much repost

You attend the same private academy he does. He tried not to care too much at first; you were just among the few others lucky enough to have the kind of intelligence eyed by his father's company. But that was the thing—you didn't. You were ordinary.

He wondered if his father made a mistake, choosing to sponsor some no-use nobody. Maybe you were a coal in the rough yet to be a diamond. But weeks into the first year of senior high and you showed no signs of blooming. Hell, you even placed at the bottom list in academic standing. You didn't fail; everyone else were just children of the wealthy who afforded private tutors. Maybe an appropriate scholar would have caught up just fine, but you weren't one.

yandere!bully who decides to approach you, frustrated with your mediocrity. Who is he kidding? He doesn't give two shits if his father made a mistake, he was fascinated with your mediocrity. Greatness no longer intrigues him, having been surrounded with it all his life.

Wow, is this a joke? You really aren't good at anything. Not at math, science, Latin, nada. You just do enough to get by.

He speaks to you about it, about that mediocrity. You interpret it as a threat. You can't lose this scholarship now, you just got it. You beg for his mercy that you may continue studying in this prestigious academy. The whole "I'll do anything!" "anything?" conversation ensues. Now he's got you in the palm of his hand.

yandere!bully who starts it small. Makes you his little errand puppy. To him you were like a little dog running around doing what he makes you do. It can't even be called bullying, everyone else interprets it as acts of gratitude for his father granted the scholarship to you.

But then it escalates. Soon he's making you do things that you hesitate to do. Sneaking into faculty to take a picture of the test answer sheet. Smuggling a bag of "stuff" in school (you aren't dumb, you know what these rich kids got their hands on). Forcing you to skip a day of school so you can be his little errand pup while he did golf, playing truant with his friends.

One time you're asked to kneel before him, right between his knees. You ask why. He tells you not to question him. He only wants to see you that way. He watches you for a moment, unfazed, before telling you to stand back up.

Enter his friends, and things turn for the worse. It's like they've been itching their whole lives to get their hands on a human being to torment. They've got their butlers and maids but they're paid workers; you aren't. Clearly, yandere!bully is dangling this scholarship thing above your head like a golden apple. It's enough to keep you in your place, make you go against your own survival instinct to retaliate against a threat. They can do things to you and not suffer the consequences, and they intend to take full advantage of it.

It starts small, too, this torment by his inner circle, but soon it evolves more than just carrying their shopping bags or retrieving the tennis ball whenever they go play.

Soon they laugh when one of them extends a foot to trip you. They steal the math homework you worked hard on even though they've already completed theirs courtesy of their private tutors. Pour water over your head, pinch your skin for fun with their filed, polished nails.

They heard him call you "errand puppy" once, so they had a collar custom-made with his name on it next to the phrase property of, its buckle 18k gold, leather lined on the edge with lab-grown diamonds. Then they made you drink milk like a mutt out of the cafeteria's metal tray.

The boys cornered you in the locker room once, made you pull down your bottoms. You were crying while they took pictures of your underwear, wet snotty face too. They shared it to the girls and it circulated within their friend group for a while. The next time that those specific guys encountered you, though, they seemed to hold back from picking on you. No one ever made a comment about that incident, not about the photos, the crying, the cheap underwear, and they grew quieter when yandere!bully entered the room.

With his friends it's always physically violent; never with him. You would argue, though, that he is the cruelest. Because he's got the power to make them stop and he chooses not to. He just watches. You gather that he likes watching you a lot.

yandere!bully plays soccer; he's a varsity player of your academy. Every after training you're tasked to carry his school and sports bag back to his luxury sedan which he drives to and from campus. Tonight he makes you stand in front of the goal net. His friends are lined up some meters before you, having gathered all the soccer balls the academy owns.

You're nervous. You know what's about to happen and you should run, but you don't, because you think the scholarship is worth all this.

"Don't let them score and I'll extend your scholarship to college," is all the warning you get.

You're hit everywhere. The arms, shoulders legs, torso—everything hurts. One ball after the other to your head, and you feel dizzy. Of course, you try defending yourself; you yell at them to stop, that it hurts, and all you get is: "don't you want that scholarship?"

What made you cease is the blow to your chest. It's a strong hit, delivering a pain so hot you think it shifted your ribs, and you cough and wheeze and they're still throwing balls at you until your form is thrashing on the grass like fish on land.

Your head feels so hot and prickly from the lack of air, you're sure it's bound to explode. Black spots your vision and you literally can't breathe but all you can think of is: did I get that scholarship?

You're hospitalized that night. Bandages on all limbs, tapes to hold the cuts produced from the skin being hit too hard. Nasal cannula around your face.

You wake up slowly. There's a mildly comforting heat on your bandaged hand that vanishes the moment you open your eyes. yandere!bully is seated by your bed, watching you as always.

His hand touches your face. He murmurs something, but it's muffled by the bandages wrapped around your head, ears included. Then his thumb tenderly brushes over your busted lip.

Finally, he leaves the room, and you're left to stare at the ceiling.

Upon discharge, you don't hear anything about dues from the hospital—a big relief for you. No warnings from the academy either for having missed a week of school. You speculate he's got something to do with it for the sake of reputation. No one is supposed to know that the son of the chairman of such a conglomerate beat its scholar to death's door.

School is different after the incident. You're no longer abused as much by his peers, although you still do their various errands. He still makes you do naughty stuff, like skipping classes when he feels like it. Only this time it seems only he's around to do errands for.

These errands are different now, too. It's not the typical labor-heavy tasks like before, fetching for his tennis ball or carrying his bags. You're more like an actual pet puppy at this point; he just brings you around wherever he goes. Almost like he has to keep an eye on you at all times.

yandere!bully who finds himself missing you during the summer. Everyone left for their own respective vacations, out of the country to Maldives or Monaco or Switzerland or whatever. You're back with your relatives in that quaint little downtown neighborhood of yours. He would know, having hired private investigators to stalk your ass. He is going with his family to the countryside estate.

Father, mother, eldest sister, older brother. He's the youngest. It's a quiet family. Sister grew up just to be like father, cold and austere. It seems he's on the way to becoming just like that, too. Only brother inherited mother's benevolence.

Father doesn't care about anyone and anything but mother. yandere!bully only ever talks to Father whenever it's necessary. Otherwise, both of them are content minding one's own business.

yandere!bully asks Father about you. As he suspected, Father makes no mistake. He says you were really meant for the scholarship.

"I had a feeling," Father says, "that you two would make very good friends."

yandere!bully who's touchier now, second and final year of senior high. Or he's become touchy, since he never was back then. He drags you by your wrist at short distances, a palm on your nape whenever he tells you to look at something. A hand on your lower back, sliding dangerously low every time before letting go. He also often fixes your collar, fingers always ending up brushing your neck.

He tells you to strip one time at some high-end clothing store. You stare at him, dumbfounded, before he gives some silly excuse that it's for a cousin with your same build.

He makes you try on different outfits. At first it's various tops and bottoms that complement your shape, colors that go well with your skin tone, all the like. You glance at yourself in the mirror and wonder if this is how you look born into that top 1%. You look nice.

Then he makes you strip back to your underwear, and lets you try on the white [dress/blazer]. There's a moment of silence before he tells you to come over to him, and he stands up, towering over you with his gifted height.

He looks down at you, seemingly lost in thought, like he's visualizing you in a certain light...

"Do you like it?" He asks.

You tell him that you think his cousin will. His expression is undisturbed, but he exhales almost like a huff. Quite suddenly he grabs you by the waist, thumb gliding circles.

"I asked if you like it."

You stutter out a pathetic 'yes.' Honestly you don't give a damn but you fear his negative reaction your comment. Although if you had to, you'd say it's a bit too fancy for your liking.

He only hums before letting you go. You proceed to wear the next attire.

You shiver to think about how he views this certain cousin of his, having you wear a bunch of skimpy outfits. Some that showed your stomach too much, others exposing your legs. One top you're pretty sure can rival a tape going around your chest area, covering only what needs to be covered. He stays aloof the whole time, jaded eyes planted on you.

After that, things start to get kind of disgusting.

The touchiness escalates tenfold, and he isn't as insecure about it as you are, showing off to his friends. It's like the roles have switched: now he's the physical one instead of them. You're still a slave to their torment, of course, but only he gets to touch you like this. His friends don't find anything odd about it, in fact they look as if they enjoy your discomfort. They egg him on.

yandere!bully who brings you with him to a speakeasy, exclusive only for students of this certain private members club. The top one percent of the top one percent, they would say. It's like a den of iniquities, these kids doing all sorts of nefarious stuff: drugs, dealings, gambling, and most dreadful of all: whores.

Man or woman, they aren't obvious. You only know because they're distinguishable from the rich clients of the club who dress minimalistic. You suppose a more professional term for these people are escorts. They're conversing animatedly with their young clients, some linking their arms with them, a few already making their way to private rooms.

yandere!bully sits on the loveseat across his peer who's got two escorts in his arms. You only stand behind him, listening in on their conversation. Something about stocks and real estate. Networking. If he knew this, what he thinks about that.

You drone their voices out. The smell of weed is getting to you, making you feel all woozy.

yandere!bully tells you to sit on his lap. Dumbed down by the smoke, you comply a little too easily, like the puppy you are. His peer whistles lowly, eyeing you with a predatory glint.

He doesn't do anything about it because he knows they all can only afford to look. The truth is you belong to him, and only he gets to touch you this way, his hand now shamelessly gliding down your rear while you stay pliant. As long as you're after that scholarship, you belong to him.

He shifts you on his lap, his mouth feeling dry as he feels you press against him. You're really just asking for it, aren't you?

yandere!bully: he finds you in the library, when everyone else is in the school gym for graduation practice. This serves as your only safe haven from him, from his friends, from this whole aquarium filled with predatory fish. Oftentimes it feels like you're the only herbivore out there. The library happens to be the oldest part of this castle-turned-campus, which means: no CCTVs.

You scream when he pins you against the table, cut off halfway when he slams a palm on your mouth. The other hand encases both your wrists in one secure grip as his leg forces your knees apart, and he starts grinding against you like a dog in heat.

His eyes are half-lidded as he's watching you with his mouth parted, a sick grin forming. He thinks it's hot when you cry, if he knew this before he would have done better to get you to cry more often.

"Dumb puppy," he sneers, "dumb little errand pup, you're no good for anything at all, aren't you? Only at following your master and fetching balls."

Your panic discourages you from registering all the painful words he's saying, the names he's calling you. You try your best to escape his coil that only seems to get tighter the more you move like a boa constrictor. Arousal seems to give him inhumane strength.

Having had enough, he lifts you up momentarily, before slamming your back against the table, hard.

"Stop fucking moving, you stupid mutt!"

That does indeed get you to stop fucking moving. You even stop trying to scream, and stop... breathing? He pauses his ministrations and looks down at you. You're staring back at him, eyes wide, lips trembling. Then you start convulsing for air.

He doesn't know what to do, and for the first time in his life of luxury and wealth he's genuinely terrified. He's always seen you suffering, but this time, this time you're suffering and he can't put a stop to it. He can't control it.

You're grasping the sleeves of his uniform, still spasming. He gets the hint and aids you in sitting back upright on the table. He already has half the mind to pull out his phone and call emergency, but you're already breathing fine, trying to catch your breath.

Your hand moves to deeply rub the center of your chest.

Shit.

Was this... was this the soccer injury? Haven't you already recovered from that? The doctors said you'd heal eventually. The cuts, the deep bruises. Did you turn out to have an unattended rib fracture? Is this... chronic?

It's been almost a year since that incident.

Have you always had this pain, and kept it to yourself?

He's never felt this level of trepidation consume him, shaking him to the core. His heart is in his stomach as he looks at you, really looks at you, and sees the damaged he's done. You're tired. You're scared. You're miserable.

You are readmitted to the the same high-end hospital not long after. This time you're scheduled for surgery. He covers all the expenses, makes sure to get the best of the best of surgeons out there. You don't really have a say in the matter, you're not dumb enough to refuse such an offer just for the sake of your dignity. What left of it is there, anyway?

Father visits him during that period, noting the considerable dent in his son's bank account for that big of a purchase. He meets Father shortly after freshening up, having vomited at the thought of your broken countenance.

yandere!bully tells him everything except the attempted assault. Father only sits and listens, unnervingly silent, like he understands. It's the first time he's ever opened up to his dad. To his surprise, Father does not disappoint.

Likewise, Father also tells him everything. How, in this family, there is the tendency for some members to manifest passionate emotions in various ways. They feel so little they end up feeling so much for very specific things... sometimes persons. And they tend to be violent with it.

You were meant to be the recipient of this violence. Your father owed his father a great deal of debt, and so you were basically sold off, your purpose for him hidden under the ruse of scholarship. Not that you knew.

It all makes sense now, Father's devotion to Mother, and her aversion from him. His sister's fierce attachment to this one specific guy who also just so happens to be a scholar of the company. His feelings for you which he can't seem to make amends with.

"Once you find that someone," Father says, "you sink your claws into them and never let go, even when they bleed."

You're back to school in two weeks. Like back then, you didn't receive any disciplinary actions for your absence. You try not to wonder how you manage to keep your place as a scholar in this prestigious academy despite all the missed assignments on top of your already mediocre grades.

yandere!bully avoids you like the plague, and so do his friends. It seems everything went back to how it once was, how it was supposed to be. Everyone here ostracizes you for your socio-economic standing but it doesn't bother you at all, not when you prefer this over the active bullying.

The next time he interacts with you, it's already graduation. You're wearing the appropriate formal attire under your graduation robes, which you can guess is the cheapest out of everything in this venue where the school-sponsored grad party is being held. There's an afterparty held at some penthouse bar after this, hosted by one of yandere!bully's friends, but you aren't invited.

You exit the venue to begin the 20-minute walk back to your dorm, but someone stops you.

His hand is on your wrist. You get unpleasant flashbacks, but you keep it to yourself. He asks how you're doing, you say you're just fine.

He then asks if you want to celebrate this milestone.

No, you don't. Not with him. But you're not about to lose your diploma when you just got it.

So now you are in his Porsche and he's driving you both to one of his many family estates. It's smaller than most, he describes.

According to him at least. The whole thing is the size of your entire neighborhood. It's a long driveway before he even gets to arrive at the actual building. He parks right in front of the manor.

Inside, you're invited to have dinner with him. It's only the two of you in this large dining hall, where you're seated adjacent to him at the end of the grand table. But the selection of food nearly reaches down to half the long table, as if he had the chef cook every food that could possibly be your favorite.

Still, you end up eating light. He offers you to choose the brand of wine but you refuse, saying that it hasn't been long enough since your operation. A pause, before he nods, instead picking the wine himself.

Instead of alcohol you're served apple juice. It's freshly squeezed, you could tell by the bitter aftertaste.

Glass in hand, he leads you out of the manor and to the rose garden, where you can see the stars so clearly due to the lack of light pollution thanks to the vastness of his estate. There's a small pavilion housing a large couch. He leads you toward it, makes you sit.

You feel yourself deflate instantly on the cushion, exhausted from having your guard up around him at all times. If he noticed he didn't comment a thing about it. He's on his third glass and you're currently nursing the first glass of apple juice you're nearly finished with, when he calls out your name.

"Congratulations."

You congratulate him, too, since he also graduated.

He downs the rest of his wine in one go, sets it on the side table. Then he steps closer to you, fueled with liquid courage, sinking into the space next to you.

You try to sit up and scoot over. You can't.

"I was afraid for a moment," he starts, "that you wouldn't accept my invitation."

Afraid? He put you through hell, and only now has the gall to hesitate on you? A pit begins to form on your stomach.

He turns to you, taking your glass out of your hand and setting it down the ground, before holding that same hand with his own warmer one. He inches closer. You can't move.

You ask, "Would you have forced me to come anyway?"

He smiles at that. "You wouldn't have said no."

He's now hovering over you on the couch, same standoffish eyes tracing your face, your eyes, nose, settling on your mouth. You see his Adam's apple bob up and down.

He has so much to say to you. You look so pretty right now, basked in the moonlight, not fighting him. He's sorry for all the rough treatment, for hurting you and making you cry. He swears it's just his feelings for you manifested in the wrong manner. But now he knows, after his father explained everything it all makes sense. He's just in love with you.

yandere!bully kisses your trembling lips, tenderly. You try to fight it off but it's no use; you realized too late that he's done something to your drink. You're sobbing when he parts from you, terror and anger evident in your eyes. When he begins to pull off your clothes, he speaks.

"I would never do anything to hurt you." Your stomach churns in resentment. "Never again."

He kisses the column of your neck down to your chest, your surgical scars, where his lips stay longer. When he feels you're sort of hyperventilating, he rises and cups your cheek.

"Breathe. Breathe," he says your name. "Okay? Relax. I've got you. I promise I'll take care of you. You just have to breathe."

He rubs your chest. His own aches just at the thought of your distress. It's his fault you ended up like this, so he intends to make up for it for the rest of your lives.

He makes love to you that night. As promised, he did take care of you. It doesn't hurt when he slides it in, having poured a generous amount of lube all you feel is the pressure instead of the sting of his very well-endowed member intruding you. He's got a way with his hands, too, stimulating all the right parts just enough to get you unfolding beneath him within an hour. He would have done it within minutes but he took his sweet time just to get you so wet and ready for him.

He's so damn gentle with you like he was your lover for the last two years and not your bully. Of course, to you this wasn't 'making love.' For the most part you were delirious both from the drink and his expert ministrations, and are only hit with the the graveness of your reality when he finally spills his essence into you. His body quivers, and right then he pulls you for a deep, tongue-heavy kiss. When he pulls away, he mutters something in his frenzy: "I love you."

yandere!bully doesn't bother you after that. When he wakes up on that couch in the pavilion you're already gone. You left in a rush. A butler drove you off back outside of the estate, having received no orders to make you stay.

You've graduated. Your credentials will surely spark competition among universities for you, being a graduate from one of the most prestigious academies in the world. Still, you ask yourself if it was all worth it.

You aren't the same after those two years. You feel as if you've lost all purpose in life after that night. Like something valuable was stolen from you, and could never be returned. You don't want to keep going.

But reality will always dictate what you do. You can't afford to be like this because you're poor. Mental health doesn't exist to the poor, your father would insist. You've got bills to pay, mouths to feed. And you may be mediocre, but you're not dumb enough to seek justice against someone as powerful as your bully. You don't even have the money for that.

So you went on despite grievances to the next stage of your life: college. Countless scholarships from different sponsors. The same conglomerate that covered your senior high scholarship is offering you another full ride—living arrangements and all—to the country's number one university.

You refuse the offer this time. A thousand scholarships from that conglomerate isn't enough to repair the damage that's been done. Besides, you never want to encounter anything associated with him ever again.

Instead you accept to be sponsored by a different company; a smaller one (at least in comparison), but they covered your tuition of four years in the same prestigious university. Sure, no living arrangements, but that's more than what most sponsors give.

You enter the CEO's office, having been invited so she can get to know you more. There are two individuals in the room. She, and...

Your heart drops to your stomach.

The CEO introduces him to you, although there is no need for that. He's standing there in a tux, hair slicked back, jaded eyes glinting with mirth at the sight of you. It seems he's grown taller in the few months you haven't seen each other.

Apparently his dad's conglomerate is the parent company. How could you be so stupid?

Madame CEO excuses herself to take an important call, leaving you alone with him. He doesn't hesitate to walk closer, smiling as fondly as his austere face can manage.

"I missed you." He speaks, voice full of yearning. He takes your hand in his. "How are you after our shared night? Why did you leave so suddenly? Don't do that again, love."

Ripping your hand away, you asked why he was here. If he knew and orchestrated to have you accept this scholarship.

"I don't break my promises. I'd hate to start with you." He explains.

You demanded what he meant by that. He doesn't hide the fact that he's enjoying your turmoil, but you can't even find it in yourself to get it together this time.

"No one scored that night." He shrugs. "They were all so focused on hitting you."

...what?

"I promised you your college scholarship, remember?"

yandere!bully who follows you all the way to college.

A gray Robloxian walked past you. You didn’t notice him glance at you for a moment before he suddenly stopped walking and turned around to look in your direction. He lowered his sunglasses (pointless since it was nighttime) to get a better look at what he had just seen.

“…Lila…?” he murmured to himself, before quickly walking to catch up with you.

You were lost in your thoughts. You wanted to go out this weekend with someone. But you seemed to be terrible at relationships. Maybe it was because of your bad-tempered personality, or because you didn’t allow sleazy guys to get too close. Damn it, you didn’t want to go drinking with your friends—everyone paired up with their partners while you played the third wheel. The last time you were with someone, the guy got completely drunk, and you had to pay the bar bill and call a taxi to take him home. It was embarrassing and ridiculous. After that night, you blocked him on all your social media and stopped going out with men for a while.

“Hey! Excuse me…” A voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You turned around and saw a gray Robloxian with grayish hair, wearing sunglasses and a black fedora hat, dressed in a fancy suit. He pocketed the coin he was holding and walked toward you. “You’re… Lila, right?”

“What...?”

You raised an eyebrow in confusion, then turned your head away, ignoring him.

“You’re talking to the wrong person.”

“It’s just… You look so much like my Lila.” He smiled. “She used to always be by my side.”

“Tsk!” You shot him a look mixed with irritation and contempt. “I can’t stand this kind of guy!” you thought.

You tightened your grip on your bag strap, growing increasingly annoyed. You were just wasting your time with this womanizer. You should already be home resting after such a tiring day. Quickly, you turned around and sped up your pace, wanting to get away as fast as possible.

“Wait a minute. Don’t go!” He quickly grabbed your hand, desperate to keep you from leaving. “I’m sorry. That was very sudden, I know. I really am sorry.”

You stopped for a second. A small drop of sweat slid down your forehead. You were nervous. What did he want from you? You just wanted to go home, for fuck’s sake!

“You look so much like Lila.” He was now holding your hand with both of his, making you even more nervous. “That’s why I called out to you without thinking. A thousand apologies!”

“What’s wrong with this guy?! Acting like we’re so close…!!” you thought. “Can’t he stop being so formal and apologizing over and over?!”

“If you’re trying to get with me, I’m not interested!” You yanked your hand away forcefully, making him let go.

“Huh? Of course I’m not trying to get with you!” He looked confused.

“Then what the hell do you want?” You frowned and gave him a death glare, a mix of irritation and impatience.

“I told you. I saw a familiar face after so long. I couldn’t help but call out to you…” He gave you a sweet smile. “…Something like that?”

“Gross!” you thought, rolling your eyes before turning away again. Your high heels clicked against the pavement as you tried to leave.

“Ah, wait!” He grabbed the same hand again, making you even more uncomfortable. “You’re very familiar to me, but to you, I’m a complete stranger!”

He smiled again and lowered his sunglasses. You stared into those amber eyes, feeling a slight shiver run through you and forcing you to swallow hard. They were beautiful eyes, indeed, but they caused you immense discomfort—especially in a situation like this.

“Hm… Then, allow me to introduce myself.” He straightened his posture and smiled. “My name is…”

Before he could say his name, you yanked your hand away again and turned abruptly. You were fed up and wanted nothing to do with him. You kept walking and ignored him.

“I don’t care!” you cut him off coldly, leaving him stunned behind you.

He quickly ran after you, still trying to keep the conversation going and prevent you from leaving.

“Ah… W-wait! You’re so cold,” he kept talking and laughing at your attitude, as if trying to stop you from leaving so soon. “Even your attitude reminds me of Lila…”

“GROSS. PERVERT!” you shouted, gritting your teeth, before breaking into a run as fast as you could.

It was the only way to end the whole situation, leaving the man in the fedora hat completely bewildered. He watched you run away until you disappeared from sight. But despite his shock, he only admired your action.

“Ah… She’s just as stubborn as Lila too…” he murmured to himself. “They really are the same…”

Then his face darkened. His amber eyes glowed in the dark, and a dark, malicious smile formed on his lips.

“I’d love to do it all over again… But this time… I won’t fail.”

He laughed darkly, perfectly remembering your face and appearance from moments earlier when you fled from him.

“I’m done just wishing. I’ll live with you again…”

“My Dolly… ♡”

How much time had passed? Hours? You couldn’t remember. The only memory you had was stopping by the convenience store on your way home. After that… nothing.

You squeezed your eyes shut before slowly opening them, waking up from a very deep sleep.

“Ugh… My head feels so heavy… and I feel nauseous…” you thought, swallowing hard in hopes the feeling would pass. You slowly opened your eyes, your blurry vision gradually regaining focus.

The bed was soft—extremely soft, to be honest. Was your bed always this soft, or was it just the exhaustion from yesterday?

You shifted a little, feeling your body slow and heavy.

Clink.

Your eyes snapped open instantly. Your vision returned to normal, and you ignored the awful feeling in your head. You sat up slightly and looked toward the source of the loud clinking sound.

“Huh…?” You were extremely confused. “What is this?”

Your wrists… They were bound by pink leather cuffs with soft white lining. Your eyes widened, panic and despair taking over you in an instant.

“W-what the fuck is this?!” you screamed, even more desperate. Your ankles were also shackled with iron chains, reinforced with a double chain. “What the hell is this?!”

You quickly sat up on the bed. Your desperation only grew when you looked around. This wasn’t your room. Where were you? How did you get here? Countless questions flooded your mind, and the lack of answers only left you more panicked and trembling.

The room had a vintage dollhouse style—extremely chic and clearly expensive. The furniture was luxurious. The bed you were sitting on was large, with soft sheets, a plush mattress, and curtains. There was a vanity table full of high-quality, expensive products and items. A fireplace stood next to a table with one chair—also expensive furniture. There were other decorations like bookshelves, paintings, dressers, and even a chandelier on the ceiling. A large wardrobe sat in the corner of the room, likely filled with many clothes. There were also large windows on the wall, but they were barred.

You also didn’t remember wearing anything like this! You were now dressed in a delicate pink floral lolita-style dress. It had wide frills, white lace, straps with black-and-white striped bows, and a striped sash that cinched your waist. The voluminous skirt had a high-low cut with a floral layer over a white ruffled petticoat, leaving your thighs and legs exposed. The fabric felt very expensive and of excellent quality—a delicate and feminine style. But it left you deeply unsettled knowing that someone had apparently changed your clothes.

Your hair had also been restyled. You had left it in a loose bun, but now it was neatly combed with root braids and loose strands, adorned with a pink ribbon at the back of your head. Your hair, clothes, and entire appearance had been completely changed into a doll-like lolita style.

You tried not to panic any more than you already were. Breathe in, breathe out—that’s what they taught you to calm down in difficult situations. But in this situation, it felt almost impossible, and completely justified.

“Yesterday, after work, I stopped by the convenience store on my way home… How is this possible…?” You tried to retrace your steps, thinking about the possibilities and what could have happened to bring you here.

You heard the sound of the bedroom door being unlocked, snapping you out of your thoughts. Your eyes widened as the figure from the night before entered the room.

“Good morning. I see you’re awake now,” said the gray Robloxian from last night as he entered, a sweet smile on his face while holding a tray with a teapot and a teacup on a saucer.

“YOU…” You pointed an accusatory finger at him. “YOU’RE THE PERVERT FROM YESTERDAY!”

He simply closed the door behind him, ignoring your rude greeting as he stepped into the room.

“My name isn’t ‘you,’ nor am I a pervert,” he corrected you. “Call me Chance. That’s my name.”

He placed the tray on the small table near the fireplace and began walking toward you, making you even more frightened.

“Or… you can call me Master. If you prefer, either works!” He shrugged. “You’re already mine anyway, and I’m your owner no matter what.”

“What kind of nonsense is he saying?!” you thought, outraged and terrified. You also felt sick to your stomach.

You felt his face get dangerously close to yours. Those bright amber eyes watched and stared at you once again.

“You’re so adorable!” he praised, a blush on his cheeks and a piercing gaze. It made you feel even sicker. You shrank back with an expression of contempt and disgust. “The way you freeze up in surprise completely convinces me that you were made to be mine, my Dolly.”

His hand reached out to hold your chin, but you slapped it away with all the strength you could muster before he could touch you. Even with your wrists cuffed, nothing stopped you. This lunatic wasn’t going to touch you.

“Don’t touch me!” you shouted defensively.

Chance looked surprised for a moment but smiled right after, ignoring the slap.

“Ah! I’m sorry,” Chance waved his hand. “It was rude and impolite of me to touch you without warning. I will touch you, okay, Dolly?”

You were shocked by his formal and ridiculous attitude, completely stunned as you felt Chance pat your head with a smug smile. But you quickly swatted his hands away again, extremely uncomfortable.

“What are you doing? I told you not to touch me!” you protested, overwhelmed by everything.

“You’re difficult to handle. Well, Lila was like that too,” Chance just smiled maliciously while rubbing the hand you had hit. “The same applies to stubborn dolls!”

You huffed and shook the cuffs on your wrists, the clink sound echoing. You pointed at the dress you were now wearing.

“What the fuck is this?” you demanded, referring to the chains and the outfit.

His face lit up completely, a joyful smile slowly spreading.

“It’s really cute, isn’t it?” He perked up. “Both the dress and the cuffs are pink and frilly. They look perfect on you!” Chance winked at you with almost childlike glee, which only increased your disgust.

“What is the meaning of this?” you clenched your fists, still demanding answers, still confused.

“The meaning? Well, I’m trying to spoil you, of course!” The gray Robloxian placed a finger on his cheek, slightly confused about what you were getting at.

“That’s not what I asked!” you snapped. “Why am I chained up in an unknown place?! Answer me!” You nearly screamed.

“Aaah. Take it easy,” Chance broke into a cold sweat, finally understanding. “Don’t get so worked up,” he tried to calm you.

You just growled and gave him a death glare like an angry dog ready to bite its owner. Chance stepped back a little and opened his arms wide toward the room with a proud, triumphant smile.

“For starters, this isn’t a familiar place. But from now on, this will be your home,” His eyes sparkled. “You’re chained so you don’t escape. Are you satisfied?” he finished with a mocking smile.

You frowned and shuddered. A vein nearly popped on your forehead. You bit your lower lip, panic screaming inside you and slowly consuming you. You struggled not to sigh right then and there.

“This is a crime. Criminal behavior…” you stated, with silent fury burning inside you.

“Huh? What do you mean?” Chance asked, confused, raising his eyebrows.

Was he serious?!

“Kidnapping me and imprisoning me!” you shouted. “This whole situation is a crime!!” you argued.

“What are you talking about? I didn’t do any of that,” he denied with a relaxed smile. “All I did was take you with me and offer you a new place to live. Where’s the crime in that?”

Your eyes widened in complete shock at his words. Your face went pale, shivers running through your body.

“My words aren’t getting through to him?!” you thought, stunned.

“After all, you don’t belong to anyone. You don’t have a partner or is married. You live alone.” He shrugged, smiling with his eyes closed. “We could say you were abandoned. That’s why I picked you up and brought you home with me.”

Chance smiled maliciously, leaning in to stare at you and make eye contact. Damn those eyes staring at you so terrifyingly—almost with sadistic pleasure. He gently tugged on the chain of your wrist cuffs with just his index finger, pulling you closer to him and forcing you to face him.

“What’s wrong with that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow with disdain.

You just widened your eyes, trembling. But you quickly pulled away from him.

“T-that’s against the law,” you stammered, shaking.

“I’m not an expert in law, so how would I know?” Chance simply laughed and crossed his arms, tapping a finger on his chin. “Don’t be so angry. You’ll get used to it soon!” He continued chuckling softly, as if you had told a silly, funny joke.

You just felt disgusted and shook your head in denial. You refused to accept that this was really happening. It had to be a bad joke. It just had to be.

“Don’t fuck with me…” you muttered in denial.

You pulled hard on the ankle chains, hoping the metal would break or snap, but the solid steel crushed your hopes—it seemed very resistant. Your heart raced, feeling like it was about to burst out of your chest.

“You have the same spirit as Lila!” he rambled, watching you with admiration and not caring that you were desperately trying to free yourself from the chains.

“By the way, who is this ‘Lila’?” you asked, frowning.

“Ahh, Lila is my dear doll, my former love. She was exactly like you. Her hair was [hair color] just like yours, and her beautiful [eye color] eyes were the same too.” He smiled happily, blushing.

“I’m not a doll, and I’m definitely not this Lila!” you shouted in denial.

“Yes, I know that. Still… I can’t help but see so many similarities between you two,” Chance argued.

You just blinked, still completely confused by everything. It was too much information to process in this desperate situation.

“I feel like I’m living with my doll again. That’s why I brought you home with me,” he said with a closed-eye smile.

“I’M REPLACING A DOLL?!” you thought, blinking and squinting one eye, feeling the stress build up in your mind to the point where you were starting to get a headache.

“You’re a lunatic…” you said with contempt, lowering your head.

Chance just laughed and pretended to feel offended, clutching his chest as if it hurt.

“Ouch! How mean! I think you need some lessons in good manners, like proper dolls. Good dolls are well-behaved and polite.”

Silence.

“What’s your name, by the way?” he asked.

You rolled your eyes in silence, ignoring him and staying quiet.

“What’s the problem? Tell me. I know you’re not Lila,” He leaned in closer, so close that you could feel his warm breath on your ear. You just turned your head away, trying to ignore him while breaking into a cold sweat.

You made a sour face. Chance only smiled wickedly, enjoying your small act of rebellion.

“I want to learn your real name…” You remained silent, nervous. “Huhu… You don’t know your own name? Well then, I’ll give you a new one!”

He already knew your name—you were sure of it. But you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of saying it. This small act of rebellion gave you a bit of pride, since he was taking everything else from you. But maybe staying silent wasn’t such a good idea after all…

“Well, Lila had a small shortened nickname for Lily. Given that she was quite shy. So… What should I call you?” They placed a finger on their chin, thoughtful. “You are quite adorable and cute, indeed. Could I call you Love? Or something simple, like Dolly, a version of ‘doll’? What will it be?”

They thought, before putting their hand in their pocket and searching for something.

“I know! Let’s flip a coin, but where is my coin? I left it right here in my pocket, I can’t lose my lucky coin and especially not at a moment like this with my doll!” They searched in the other pocket and in the jacket of the expensive suit.

While they said that and thought of a name for you, you could only think of one thing. Escape.

“I need to get out of here.”

“Aha! Found it, here we go. If it lands on heads it will be Love and if it lands on tails it will be Dolly. Okay?” They tossed the coin, quite anxious about it.

“I have no idea…”

The gold coin landed on tails.

“Tails. Okay! I’ll call you Dolly! That really suits you, it seems like it was quite lucky, doesn’t it?” They smiled and put the coin back in their pocket.

“What is this man capable of!”

You thought in shock and paralyzed.

“From today and now on, you will be my Dolly!” They picked up something that caught your attention. “It’s decided then.”

“Therefore…” They swung your bag, your bag from last night that you were carrying on your way back from work.

Chance had a serious look on his face, opening the zipper of the bag and rummaging through it, taking out your wallet. He threw the bag onto the center table of the room, like something disposable, opening your wallet and taking a pair of scissors that you didn’t even know existed from the top of the vanity table.

“You no longer need your old name.”

He began to remove everything from inside your wallet that contained your identity. Your ID card, cards, any documents that had your old identity and your name. He started cutting and shredding them with the scissors, ruining and destroying everything and your old identity.

“Those are…” you murmured, in shock and with wide eyes, pale and in panic inside with everything in front of you. “…. Ah…”

You could only hear the consecutive sound of the scissors cutting everything that belonged to you like paper and falling as if it were trash on the floor. You shook your head in denial, unable to do absolutely anything to stop him.

“I will burn the remains to ashes, don’t worry.” Chance says, but your concern was the complete opposite.

The worst came next, which after destroying all your identities with the scissors. He took your cell phone from the bag and threw the bag on the floor like something disposable and approached the tray with the teapot and the cup on the saucer, you had forgotten that this was there. You think you already had an idea of what was going to happen.

“Besides, dolls don’t use these human objects.” He says referring to the cell phone, before placing the device inside the teacup with a relaxed smile on his lips.

“W-what are you going to do?! Please, no!”, you leaned forward and screamed, in the hope that he would stop what he was doing. But he didn’t listen to you.

He picked up the teapot and poured the tea into the cup where your cell phone was, the tea was hot and your device that seconds ago was on, in a few seconds it had a permanent black screen. You immediately realized, your cell phone was ruined and bricked because of the hot liquid.

“NO!! MY CELL PHONE! IT TOOK ME 12 MONTHS TO FINISH PAYING FOR IT!” You screamed, your eyes watering, while you remembered all the times you paid the expensive installments of the cell phone that was still new, but now it was destroyed.

It had been months of struggle and sweat from your salary to pay for it, when you finally finished everything, it was destroyed. You wanted to cry a lot when seeing something you had achieved with your own sweat and tears have this destiny and end.

“I am getting rid of what is useless.”, He continued filling the cup with tea, as if he still hadn’t destroyed the device enough, to the point where the liquid overflowed from the cup and ran down the saucer.

“Now, you are officially MY Dolly”, they laughed, but a slightly sadistic and malicious laugh in the background. “What joy!”

Chance lifted the teapot of tea that he was still holding, observing the dirt and small mess he had just made. But at no moment did guilt or anything like that come, only neutrality.

“Oops, I’m sorry. You can’t drink your tea like this.”, He put the teapot back on the tray and made a slightly thoughtful pout.

“You…” Chance looked at you confused. “What the hell did you just do?!”, you shouted very loudly, feeling a boiling anger run through you with all of that.

“Why are you so angry? You got irritated suddenly.” Chance smiled sweetly, as if he hadn’t destroyed your things that you had worked so hard to achieve and your identity just now. “You are a doll with emotions very similar to humans.”

“I’m not a doll!” you retorted firmly.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Chance shook his head, disappointed.

Before walking toward a dresser and opening the second drawer on the left side of it, searching and looking for something.

“It’s common for you, after all, you will understand and you are only at the beginning. But I can’t let you say and do whatever you want freely, especially denying who you are now.” He picked up something and closed the drawer, turned to you and showed a ball gag almost in a BDSM style. “Answering your master and owner is not allowed. Let’s put this on you.”

Your eyes widened when you saw the object. There was no way he was going to put that on you!

“No… What are you doing?!”, you started to struggle when he got very close to you, giving slaps, punches, blows and kicks and anything that could prevent him from gagging you with that.

“Come on, it’s all right. I will take care of everything.” He tried to calm you with a smile, but it didn’t work.

A small physical struggle happened and lasted for almost more than 5 minutes. But Chance was stronger than you, in the end, he unfortunately got what he wanted.

“Phew. That will be enough.” They wipe the sweat from their forehead, a little tired from the small struggle.

The gag was uncomfortable in your mouth and made you pant tiredly after the unsuccessful struggle, you looked at him with deadly hatred and almost cute in his vision.

“Besides, I think it’s better if I absent myself until you calm down.”, They put their hands in their pockets and turned toward the bedroom door.

They opened the door and said goodbye with a light wave of the hand and a smug smile on their face.

“Sweet dreams, my dear Dolly.”, He whispered, before disappearing and closing the door.

You heard the sound of the key turning and the door locking and the footsteps in the hallway, signaling that he had left. You quickly tried to pull off and remove the gag, but it seemed very secure and tied around your face and mouth.

Your chest rose and fell in desperation, while you panted because of the ball stuck in your mouth.

“This can’t be happening…” you thought in denial. “My cell phone… All my cards and identity documents…” your eyes watered, you wanted to cry again when remembering everything you had being destroyed right in front of you.

“And to make everything worse, I still have to wear this tacky outfit!”, you squeezed the skirt of the dress, full of hatred and rage. You wanted to tear the clothes right now.

You stayed a few minutes still in the silence, before getting up with a little difficulty because of the chains and getting out of the bed. You stood rigidly because of the restriction in your limbs and movements, looking around the room and exploring. You saw the scissors he used on the vanity table, this gave you an idea that maybe it would be useful. You tried to walk a little more forward to explore the room better and reach the scissors, only to be suddenly pulled and fall on the fancy marble floor.

You were confused and looked for the one responsible for making you fall. You saw that the ankle chains had a double chain, which was connected all the way to an iron ring on the wall of the room, restricting and limiting how far you could go in the room. This left you with even more hatred and contempt for that damn Robloxian and made you clench your fists so hard to the point that your nails dug into the palms of your hands.

“That guy… Is even worse than I imagined…!!!”, you screamed in your thoughts.

It was morning when he returned. The rays of sunlight invaded the window. The day seemed beautiful outside, but the little birds were singing and flying past the window, as if mocking the freedom you no longer had. You heard the clinking of the key in the lock and the door being unlocked and opened. Chance entered the room with a bright smile on his face.

“Good morning—... Wow…” His expression changed to one of great surprise as he looked at the state of the room.

The room looked like a complete mess that you had caused. Due to your immense anger from the night before, you had messed up and broken everything you could reach within the limit of the chains. You had thrown and torn books onto the floor, knocked over chairs, ripped the sheets and pillows, with goose feathers scattered everywhere. It wasn’t much, but it had been an enormous pleasure of rebellion to destroy all those expensive and fancy things.

Chance just laughed awkwardly, locking the door behind him and pushing a breakfast cart.

“The room is upside down.” He commented, leaving the cart beside the center table in the room, next to the fireplace, bending down and putting the fallen chair back in its proper place.

Chance cleaned his hands by clapping them together and walked toward the bed.

“Dolly, it’s already morning!” Chance leaned in, ignoring your hateful glare toward him, still with the gag in your mouth. “Don’t make such an ugly face so early in the morning.”

He extended his hands. You immediately became defensive against any action from him.

“Calm down, I’m just going to take this off, okay? Don’t bite me, dear.” He placed his hands behind the gag and untied its strap, removing the gag. “See? All done!”

He put the gag away with a relaxed smile. You panted a little, relieved that he had removed the uncomfortable gag.

“Ah…” You let out a deep sigh. “Let me out of here…”

“Nah ah, that’s not how you greet others in the morning.” He placed his hand on his waist and gave you a reprimanding expression. “When someone says good morning to you, how do you respond?” He raised an eyebrow.

You stayed silent and pressed your lips together. Was he seriously giving you a lesson in good manners as if you were a child?

“You say good morning back to them.” His hand approached to touch your head. “Remember that from now on—”

You slapped his hand away, signaling that you didn’t want to be touched. But Chance simply ignored it.

“Oops. You’re in a bad mood again.” Chance touched you anyway, stroking and petting your head. You wanted to deny to yourself that you were enjoying that little bit of affection from him. “Are you stressed because you still haven’t adapted to the new environment? Or are you hungry, Dolly?”

“Are you kidding me…?” You grumbled, furious, clenching your fists while he continued caressing your hair.

“Me?” Chance pointed to himself with his other hand, tilting his head in confusion. “What makes you say that? I’m seriously thinking about what I should do to improve your mood.” He worried, trying to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You quickly pushed his hand away. He had already touched you enough. And you hated feeling any comfort from that damn head pat.

“My mood will improve when I get out of here,” you replied.

“Ow…?” They gave you a look of pity and pain. “Why would you say something like that?” Chance asked, extremely disappointed and sad.

He had literally kidnapped you, gagged you, destroyed and burned your things, treated you like a doll like a madman, and he still questioned why?

“I WANT TO LEAVE!” you shouted, frustrated.

“Don’t say that, Dolly. If I let you leave, that would be neglect,” Chance argued, with a sad look. “That’s why I can’t do that…”

Your eyes watered. You clenched your fists on the dress you were wearing, trembling and forcefully holding back the intense urge to cry.

“You… obviously, you’re crazy…” you judged, sniffling with your head lowered and shaking.

“I already told you to call me Chance or Master.” Chance warned, at the same time giving a comforting smile. “Ah, well, whatever…”

He let out a very deep sigh, before giving a wide and cheerful smile, trying to change the subject because of the somewhat heavy atmosphere to soften the situation.

“For now, let’s have breakfast.” He smiled cheerfully, showing the breakfast cart he had brought. You had even forgotten about it… “I made pancakes for you!”

The plate of pancakes caught your attention. They looked quite appetizing and pretty. The pancakes were thick and plump with blueberries on top. But you weren’t hungry and didn’t feel like eating.

You moved away to the corner of the bed, hugging your legs and looking away, quite insecure and uncomfortable with a frightened look.

“I don’t want to eat them,” you turned your head, refusing.

“Uh? I made them especially for you,” he looked hurt.

“I said I don’t want them.” You swallowed hard, avoiding eye contact and hugging your legs tighter.

“But you even had a loyalty card from a pancake restaurant.” He retorted, confused.

“I DON’T WANT TO EAT ANYTHING THAT COMES FROM YOU!” you yelled, closing your eyes tightly and hugging yourself hard as well.

“You’re so cruel…” he murmured, with a look of disappointment.

“Oh well…” He approached you. When you opened your eyes and looked at him, Chance was staring at you with a dark and serious look. “I guess I’ll have to feed you by force.”

His hand gently caressed your cheek, before sliding down and grabbing your chin, squeezing your cheeks with his thumb and index finger.

“I’m not in favor of doing this, but…” He brought his face closer to yours, those amber eyes staring deep into your soul and causing you shivers. “In the past, Lila stopped eating. So, after I force-fed her, she got very sick…”

You felt his breath against your face, while you completely lost yourself in those dark eyes and felt your heart racing.

“I don’t want to face a similar failure again.”

“Wouldn’t that be abuse…?” You tried to argue.

“Yes, you’re right.” He agreed, never looking away. “I did something quite cruel to her back then. I forced the food down her throat. And then she got sick…”

“What is this atmosphere?” You thought, while feeling the atmosphere grow heavy around you, making you break into a cold sweat.

“That’s why… You’re going to be reasonable, right?” Chance asked you, looking at you in a sadistic way.

“I don’t have a choice.” You swallowed hard and shuddered. “I can’t refuse.”

Refusing would indeed be worse. Maybe accepting would ease the situation and perhaps he would stop looking at you in that terrifying way.

“O-o-okay…” You answered, stuttering.

In an instant, Chance’s expression lit up completely and he smiled cheerfully in an almost childish way.

“Great! Come with me.” He gently pulled your hand so you would get up from the bed.

You were quite surprised by his sudden change in mood. He had been acting dark and sadistic seconds ago. It was only after you accepted something that he completely changed. Maybe it really was better not to resist. Resisting might make things worse. Chance guided you to the middle of the room, to the dining table in the center of the room, at the limit of your ankle chain. He pulled the only chair there and sat on it. You stood still for a few seconds, a little curious and confused.

“There’s only one chair,” you said.

“Your seat is right here.” Chance replied, smiling childishly and pointing to his own lap, patting his thigh and encouraging you to sit.

“Uh, hell no…” you murmured in refusal, with a look of disgust toward him.

“Ah, come on! Don’t be selfish.” He pouted, sulking.

You thought about stepping back and refusing, but you knew the situation could get worse and you didn’t want to face those terrifying amber eyes again. At least he was wearing sunglasses, even inside the house. But what caught your attention was the cutlery on the napkin next to the breakfast plate. The knife shone and interested you. You had a small idea in your head…

Even against your own willpower, you forced yourself to sit on his lap in silence and Chance just smiled and laughed cheerfully. You remained stiff on his lap and looked away, feeling your weight against his legs and not wanting to imagine many other things that could happen right there.

“I can’t eat with these cuffs…” you commented, shaking the chains on your wrist cuffs.

“Don’t worry! I’ll feed you.” Chance picked up the cutlery. “I will take care of all your needs. This won’t be an exception.”

Damn. There went your chance to escape or stab his hand, even though the knife wasn’t that sharp. You broke into a cold sweat and avoided swallowing hard.

“N-no… I would like to eat by myself,” you insisted, nervous at the thought of losing such a good opportunity.

“It’s okay. Leave it to me.” Chance refused, shaking the index finger that was holding the knife to emphasize. “Oh, don’t struggle. I would hate to cut you with the knife and kill you by accident.”

Shit… It seemed like he knew or had an idea, that’s why the hint. You straightened your posture while still on his lap, feeling an intense atmosphere.

“So, first, I’m going to pour syrup on top of the pancakes.” He picked up a small glass jar containing classic pancake syrup and poured it slowly over the pancakes. The sweet smell of caramelized sugar from the syrup spread. “It’s a special syrup.” Chance whispered in your ear, in a malicious tone. You felt his breath on your ear and couldn’t help but shudder.

Chance cut a small slice of the pancakes and picked it up with the fork. He made sure to soak and coat the piece of pancake heavily in the syrup.

“A spell to get closer to the loved one was cast on it,” Chance commented, leaving you confused. “Okay.” He brought the fork to your mouth.

“Come on, eat.” You swallowed hard, hesitating for a few seconds before slowly opening your mouth.

As soon as you ate and chewed the piece of pancake, within seconds you made a sour face, squinted one eye, and forced yourself to swallow the piece of dough.

“Eww!!! What the?” you thought, your lips trembling. “It’s so sickeningly sweet that it numbs my tongue. What the hell is wrong with his taste buds?” You judged and continued forcing yourself to eat.

“Okay. Open your little mouth.” He extended another piece of pancake. You just wondered how you would manage to eat something that seemed like pure sugar. Maybe it was the syrup.

You opened your mouth again, chewed and forced it down. Feeling your tongue go numb from the flavor. In a few minutes, the plate was already empty and almost clean. You had eaten everything by force while Chance thought you loved that sugar bomb.

“You ate everything. Good girl, Dolly!” He praised you. You felt sick both from the meal and from his compliments at the same time. “Very good. What do you say after you finish eating?”

“Thank you for the food…” you replied, with silent hatred inside you.

“Very well said.” They smiled proudly. “Since you behaved so well, I’ll give you a gift.”

Chance showed you a collar, similar to your cuffs. But the difference was that it was large enough for your neck, lined with soft pink and white leather, with a slightly short chain. You felt extremely small and humiliated when he finished putting and tightening the collar around your neck.

“I swear… You look even more adorable!” He blushed, with eyes shining with admiration.

You just moved your cuffed hands a little, with an uncomfortable look and slight disgust in your eyes. Standing in the middle of the room, Chance hugged you, your head against his chest. You could feel the rapid beating of his heart. And at no moment did you have any intention of returning the hug. You just looked at the floor thoughtfully and slightly defeated.

There wasn’t much you could do. It was as if you were completely tied to him. The collar around your neck only reinforced that humiliation.

“You are the most beautiful doll in the entire world.” He caressed your hair. “I will take very good care of you forever.”

Silence.

“What is wrong with him?” you asked yourself in your thoughts. “Is he serious?” You remained thoughtful.

For God’s sake, let this not be true. You wouldn’t be able to live in this damn hell forever, under the care of this madman. You would prefer anything other than staying with him.

“Is he really going to make me his doll?” You felt his hands on your bare back.

And suddenly, you widened your eyes and felt a tremor run down your spine. Your body slowly became hot and you felt your libido rising along with your hormones.

“What the?!” You were confused. “My body is feeling a strange sensation…”

You started to tremble. Your legs also began to feel weak and it seemed difficult to breathe and stand.

“Huh? What’s wrong, Dolly?” Chance asked maliciously, playing with your hair.

“Hah…” you panted, your cheeks flushing as you felt strange sensations running through your body. “You… drugged me?” you asked, even though deep down you already knew the answer, with a look of hatred and trembling lips.

“The word ‘drugged’ makes it sound terrible.” Chance replied. He didn’t deny it, which only confirmed that he really did it. But in his view and perception, it was something completely different and despicable. “It was delicious, wasn’t it? The syrup? With that spell.”

The pieces began to fit together. Now it was explained why it had such an extremely sweet and numbing taste. Everything made sense now. It was the damn syrup.

“That overly sweet syrup!” you thought, your heart pounding with panic and excitement at the same time. “I knew there was something wrong with it!”

You tried to pull away and struggle. You already knew what was going to happen from here on out. In a vulnerable situation and under the effects of unknown aphrodisiacs, his intentions were clear from the moment he drugged you. But you refused it. Anything, anything at all, except this!

“No. Let me go!” you tried to struggle, but you were extremely weak for it.

“Oops… I won’t let you escape.” Chance held your wrist with one hand and held the chain of your collar with the other.

He was extremely strong compared to your body against his. You didn’t have much chance of escape.

“This is our chance to become close.” He said. “Take a chance with Chance!”

“No… No…” you shook your head in disagreement.

But the gray Robloxian simply threw you face down onto the bed.

“Let’s do something nice…” he began to remove his clothes. “Intimately, the two of us.”

You continued refusing, but Chance was already removing everything you were wearing—dress, panties, bra. You only grew more and more desperate.

“This man isn’t planning to treat me like his doll.” You thought in shock. “But like a sex doll.”

Chance stepped back, observing the small mess you were in. Panting and still with clothes on your body, but with a good part of it exposed, showing your curves and your ass out.

“The cuffs won’t let me undress you. They’re in the way, so I’ll remove them for a moment.” He put his hand inside his suit, under the tie below his neck, pulling out a necklace from inside his clothes with the small key to the cuffs as a pendant.

He turned the small key in the locks of the wrist chains, freeing your hands.

“The ankle ones too.” He looked at your feet before doing the same.

You were panting and weak, holding the loose clothes against your body to cover yourself and maintain your dignity. Without the cuffs in the way, you had a small chance!

“Very well. First, I’m going to take off…” Chance was surprised by a strong kick to his chest. You had managed to gather enough strength to kick him even while weakened by the aphrodisiacs.

“OUCH!!!” He screamed in pain.

You jumped off the bed, holding your garments to cover your naked body, trying to run toward the bedroom door.

“Ow, that hurts…” Chance murmured, kneeling on the floor and trembling from the pain of the blow you had given him. His glasses and hat fell to the floor due to the impact.

“I feel like my head is spinning.” You thought, panting and slow, trying to reach the door. “I need to escape from this man. Or else I will be…”

You were surprised when you were pulled by the chain of the collar around your neck. How could you forget that damn important detail? You weren’t completely free. Chance managed to pull you by the chain, bringing the two of you face to face. He stared at you with a dead look in those terrifying eyes.

“I will be killed…” you completed the sentence in your mind, paralyzed and in shock as you stared at him.

Shit, you were fucked. Weren’t you?

In a few seconds, Chance’s expression changed drastically. He just gave a small relaxed smile.

“Dolls kick, right? It’s not very common, but they kick anyway.” He said. “Lila used to kick me a lot of times too.”

“I have no more doubts. You really were made to be my doll.” Chance stared at you sadistically, making you sweat with nervousness.

He surprised you by suddenly picking you up in a bridal carry style. With a small malicious smile on his lips. He laid you down on the bed and got on top of you.

“Once I finish undressing you, I’ll put the cuffs back on your ankles.” He returned to doing what he was doing before.

“S-stop…” you murmured, squirming a little. But you were already too dazed and weak.

“If you kick me again, I’m really going to get mad.” He warned you. “Behave, okay?”

In a few seconds, you were already completely naked and without any clothing, with the cuffs back on your ankles. You felt the cold air hit your pussy and felt humiliatingly exposed.

You put your hands up to cover your breasts and closed your legs completely to hide your intimate parts. Panting and with flushed cheeks due to the aphrodisiac.

“Wow, Dolly. Your body is burning.” Commented Chance, stepping back a little to admire the view he was seeing of your beautiful naked body. “I guess with all that rushing around, the medicine finally took effect?”

“It seems like… I can’t think straight…” Dazed, you tried to think, but it was almost impossible. Maybe he was right. The ‘medicine’ was really taking effect now and completely fucking you over.

“Shhhh... It’s okay…” Chance got on top of you, moving away the hands that covered your breasts. You no longer struggled because of the effects of the drug, making you unable to refuse or move. “Let me take care of everything.”

Chance brought his lips closer to yours. You pressed your lips together and kept your mouth closed as a way to not let him advance on you. It resulted in just a light peck. Chance pulled away with a malicious and slightly irritated smile.

“Open your mouth.” He wasn’t asking.

You kept your mouth pursed and closed your eyes tightly, using the few remnants of fight you still had inside you.

“Am I going to have to discipline you until you listen to my words?” He asked threateningly. “I don’t want to hurt you…”

Out of fear, you forcefully opened your eyes and your mouth. Unfortunately surrendering little by little to him.

“Good girl…” Chance smiled, then kissed you.

It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was a completely possessive kiss that made you feel strange. You felt him invade your mouth with his tongue, both tongues forming a dance. You didn’t return the kiss, but you couldn’t deny that he kissed extremely well and that it made you feel hotter and more aroused. There was no rush. The kiss was slow and intense. He gave a few seconds of pause and then returned to attacking your mouth and lips, not hesitating to lick your lips and turn both of your mouths into a mess of saliva.

You panted softly, feeling shivers spread throughout your entire body. The effect of the aphrodisiacs made the situation worse, making your mind go blank and empty, reducing your resistance and encouraging you to return the kiss and accept Chance’s advances. His tongue wrapped around yours and explored your oral cavity to the point where you felt touched by it. The feeling of strangeness only increased.

You felt short of breath as the minutes of the kiss passed. It was then that Chance finally stopped, pulling away with a string of saliva connecting your tongues. He had a malicious smile on his lips and looked quite satisfied with it. And you were a mess — flushed cheeks, sweating and panting as you recovered your breath, saliva dripping from your mouth. And Chance had more to mess you up even further…

“You liked the kiss.” It wasn’t a question either. It was a statement. And the worst part was that it was true. “Shall we continue for a little longer?”

Chance returned to the kiss after letting you breathe a little. Now, the second time, it was deeper and much more intense, to the point of making you tremble and moan softly. You felt a slightly metallic taste in the kiss. It was only now that you noticed and felt that he had a gold tooth. That rich son of a bitch… You only had to kiss him to notice that…

“What should I do…?” You thought. It was difficult to think. You were too dazed because of the drugs and the intense kiss that was now more prolonged. “Despite what he’s doing to me, I’m feeling pleasure…”

“Does it feel that good?” He provoked you. He already knew the answer. Then he pulled away and stopped the kiss, the same string of saliva connecting your tongues. It left you a little nauseous and too dazed. You could barely think straight and felt dizzy from the prolonged kiss.

“I’ll give you even more pleasure.” They promised.

You felt Chance’s fingers grab your nipples, catching you by surprise and making you moan loudly. His fingers grabbed and gently squeezed your nipples and rubbed them. Making you tremble and moan, he captured your lips again, kissing you hard with his tongue while pulling and massaging the tips of your breasts. The kiss made you release muffled moans against his mouth.

“Try intertwining your tongue with mine yourself. You’ll feel even better.” Chance took your breasts with the palms of his hands and massaged and squeezed them, making you tremble and moan.

You wondered if it was advice or an order, but for some reason, you wondered why you did what he said. Intertwining your tongue with his really made you feel more sexual euphoria.

Chance stopped the kiss again, which left you slightly disappointed. Your mind was jumbled because a deeper part screamed for you to resist, but another part with a louder voice screamed for you to accept and give in.

“Let me hear your voice.” He ended the kisses for now… with the intention of hearing your cute little sounds and moans.

He took your breasts into his mouth, sucking and licking your nipples. You let out a loud moan and tried to contain it, ending up with muffled breathing in the process. His mouth sucked and licked the nipples of both breasts, massaging the other while giving attention to one.

“Mn… It’s adorable how sensitive you are.” He murmured, kissing and sucking your nipple with fervor. This made you throw your head back in pleasure and tremble all over.

You were a flushed, panting, moaning mess when Chance stopped attacking your breasts and looked at your face, already expecting this result. He always got what he wanted after all…

“When they’re more swollen, I’ll also put a beautiful ornament on your nipples.” He promised.

Holy shit… Let it not be those nipple clamps…

“I shouldn’t like something like this.” You thought, disappointed in yourself for not resisting, but it was difficult. It was as if it were something completely futile and useless, given that the two of you were already here and that obviously he wasn’t going to stop, even if you didn’t want it…

“I liked playing with your breasts…” He commented. “But it’s time to take care of this part of your body too.”

His fingers moved down toward your pussy, making your heart race. You quickly closed your legs, but he managed to slip his damn hand there anyway.

“I really shouldn’t, but…”

You had to fight.

“N-no…” you murmured, but it had no effect. His fingers were already there. You brought your free hands to cover your mouth and face.

You moaned muffled while covering your mouth, feeling his fingers rubbing your pussy.

“You’re extremely wet.” He stated, laughing softly. “I’m going to give you pleasure down here too…”

His fingers gained speed, rubbing your pussy and your lips. You released loud and involuntary moans.

“S-stop— No!” With trembling hands, you grabbed the wrist of the hand that was rubbing your pussy. Both hands shaking as you tried to pull and remove his hand from there. But it was useless. You were weak and shuddering with pleasure that only weakened you more and more.

Chance took one of your swollen breasts into his mouth, rubbing the entrance of your vagina at a fast pace, overstimulating you.

“Don’t do this.” You tried to push him away with your hands on his shoulders and chest, but he remained where he was. Your legs opened involuntarily due to how well he was touching you, making your body automatically surrender to him. “No…”

You could only moan loudly and feel a strong sensation of imposition with everything. You felt humiliated by all of it.

“Aren’t you confusing the words?” He asked provocatively. Pulling his mouth away from your nipple with a wet tongue. “Look how wet you are.”

His fingers slowed down and rubbed your pussy lips and your vagina slowly.

“I wonder if I can slide my fingers in now?” He slowly began to move down between your legs.

“S-stop…” you were desperate, trying to stop him from advancing and looking for remnants of resistance that you barely had.

Even though your body betrayed your mind, it still persisted that you shouldn’t fall for the spells and charms of this forced pleasure that was making you give in little by little. Your mind was still there. Even though it was becoming dazed by the effects of the drug, it was still standing to help you resist despite everything. But it seemed like an impossible mission, because your biggest problems were the lack of strength and Chance continuing his actions and giving you immense and good pleasure. Unfortunately, you couldn’t deny that he was doing a good job and destroying any obstacle to make you his.

“Resisting is futile.” He opened your legs for better access, even with your ankles chained. One of his fingers pressed and massaged your vagina. “Look… It’s going in.” Before you could say anything or ask him to stop, you suddenly felt his middle finger slide inside your vagina.

You let out a loud and intense moan, arching your back and rolling your eyes.

“It went in without any problems.” He began to move his finger slowly inside you, making your thighs and legs tremble. “I think I could insert another without problems.” He didn’t suggest it. He was going to do it regardless.

“N-NO.” You writhed, moaning. But he inserted another finger, his index finger inside you. “No…” you whimpered, placing the backs of your hands over your mouth to control your moans.

“Liar.” Chance judged you with a perverse smile. “Your insides are saying the opposite. You’re enjoying it. See?”

He began to speed up and finger you with in-and-out movements, even pushing deeper into your vagina. He began to explore with his fingers, as if searching for something, while studying and analyzing every sensitive spot inside you and your expressions.

“Let’s find your sweet spot.” He continued fingering every part until he pressed a specific area inside you, which made you moan loudly and instinctively arch your back. “Hmm… Jackpot!”

He savored his small victory, licking his lips with pleasure at seeing you turn into a mess of moans and trembling with pleasure.

“I think I found it.” He began to rub and press your sweet spot, determined to bring you to your limit. Your hips lifted, seeking more of that delicious and forced stimulation.

You turned into a mix of moans and denials, telling him to stop, not to do it, and saying no several times in vain. As if that wasn’t enough, you felt the index finger of his other hand press against your sensitive clit.

“I’m going to stimulate your clit simultaneously. This way you’ll feel great both inside and outside,” he explained. “Then you can cum beautifully for me.”

And then, his fingers began to work together at the same time. The inserted fingers rubbing your sensitive spot and moving in a fast and prolonged rhythm, and the index finger pleasantly rubbing your sensitive and swollen little button. Causing a gigantic overstimulation, just as he had really said. You could only babble refusals and lustful moans of pleasure, rolling your eyes back and arching your back.

Chance replaced his finger on your clit with his tongue, licking and sucking your bundle of nerves while continuing to work with the inserted fingers. He began making scissoring movements and rubbing your spot while sucking and licking your clit.

That was too much for you. You felt strange sensations running through your body. You couldn’t bear to resist anymore, but it was the only thing you could do at that moment. As a last option, you started biting your lower lip and trying to hold back your moans, as a small determined way to resist all of it.

“Hm? Don’t hold back…” Chance ordered in a murmur while continuing to savor your pussy. “Let me hear your sweet moans…”

Waves of heat and cold ran through your body. You felt a knot form in the pit of your stomach and butterflies in your belly. You began to release instinctive moans and sounds. Chance knew you were very close. He sped up the pace, pushing you to cum faster. On impulse, you grabbed his head and pulled his grayish hair closer to your pussy, throwing your head back and moaning intensely and very loudly to the point that your throat hurt and your voice became hoarse.

You came hard on his fingers and mouth, dirtying the bed sheets. Before falling and catching your breath, weak and exhausted after your first orgasm of the day. Chance withdrew his fingers and tongue from inside you, moving away from your legs and not wasting time, licking your juices and nectar until his fingers were clean.

“Mm… You’re so cute and delicious.” He praised, savoring your juices.

Your chest rose and fell. You were recovering after all that pleasure. Little did you know that it was still just the beginning…

“This is wrong…” you thought in denial, panting. “I shouldn’t feel pleasure from his caresses…”

While you were lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice Chance pulling his tie and unbuttoning the shirt of his suit. Nor the clinking sound of him removing his belt from his pants. When you least expected it, you felt something hard, medium, and thick hit your thigh and press against your pussy. You immediately understood what it was, quickly lifting your head and seeing the sight of a naked Chance pressing his cock against your pussy.

“Now… Let’s feel good together.” Chance declared, rubbing his precum-leaking glans against your pussy lips and your clit.

“No… Stop…” you begged for the twentieth time.

“No? You really don’t want it either?” Chance laughed bitterly, already tired of your rejections. “It’s obvious that you’re dying to feel me inside you.”

You whimpered, clenching your teeth with a flushed and sweaty face. It was difficult to understand, but you could only feel pleasure with everything. You couldn’t not feel pleasure or anything like that with his actions as you wanted. Your body had surrendered a long time ago, but your mind was still fighting futilely. You still persisted because you refused to surrender to this damn man who had kidnapped you and was now doing whatever he wanted with you. That’s why you continued to persist, although despite everything, it was still in vain.

“Every time I rub against your entrance, more wetness and more nectar comes out of your vagina.” He revealed, rubbing his cock right at your entrance. Just as he had really said, you felt something drip from your pussy as if it was coming from your entrance.

“WHY DOESN’T MY BODY REJECT THIS?!” you thought, extremely frustrated.

As if reading your thoughts, Chance gave a smile that was a mix of softening and perverse sadism.

“It’s okay… You can be honest.” He comforted you.

As if not knowing what to do, you just placed your hands on his strong, naked chest. Turning your head to hide your completely red face of shame and humiliation, silent and not knowing what to say.

“I see that you are very shy. So…” He took his member in his hand, pressing and rubbing it more against your entrance, preparing you. “I’m going to possess you until you can be honest.” Chance promised.

Your eyes widened in shock. Before you could say anything, you let out a suffocated and panting moan when Chance abruptly entered you. You felt the same sensation as when you came the first time, but faster and more surprising because he had just entered you and hadn’t even moved yet. He soon noticed this and laughed softly.

“Aah… You came a little just now?” He asked provocatively and then laughed. He held your wrists and pressed them against the bed beside your thighs while you recovered from the sudden invasive entry. “This shows how much you want this, doesn’t it?”

“What… is this?” You asked yourself in your thoughts. You felt a weird and strange sensation inside you. Your mind was now blank. “I don’t understand.”

Thinking he had given you enough time to get used to it, Chance began to move slowly inside you and press you against the bed. He began to explore your body more, wanting to understand it completely and all its anatomy. Moving in different rhythms and angles.

“This is your deepest point…” He murmured to himself as if memorizing every little thing. He moved, hitting that deep spot perfectly. You moaned loudly and hoarsely.

“If you… go that deep…” you tried to form a sentence to try to ask him not to go so far. But he ignored you, again and without caring now, focusing on fucking you completely at that moment.

“Here is the location of your uterus. Can you feel it?” He thrust where your cervix was. You screamed and moaned at the same time with pleasure from the strong thrust. His cock pressing and showing in your belly. “I’m going to make you like this…” he licked his lips maliciously.

Your mind stopped. Now completely blank. You could only feel your vagina tightening around Chance’s cock while he increased the speed of his thrusts and hit you in various spots — sensitive spots, hidden spots, deep spots, and continuously at your uterus. He pressed his body against yours and gently held your hands, hot breath in your ear.

“Your body feels hot and pleasant.” He whispered, provocatively licking your ear.

The thrusts gained more speed as time passed.

“I love you… I love you, I love you, my dear Dolly…” Chance said, releasing hoarse moans, then kissing you intensely right after.

“At this pace…” you were dazed and dizzy, feeling his lips press against yours and his tongue invade your mouth. “I’m going to lose my mind…”

You were already losing it. Your eyes were teary and rolling with every shiver and thrust of pleasure. Your tongues wrapped and intertwined in a deep French kiss while he thrust deeper and deeper at a fast pace. Your body was already overstimulated. You couldn’t help but cum for the third or fourth time. You didn’t remember anymore.

“You just came, didn’t you?” He moaned softly, his face sweaty and his hair stuck to his forehead. “Your insides contracted.”

Chance stopped and observed you for a moment, laughing at the deplorable state you were in. Extremely panting, sweaty, with eyes dripping tears of forced pleasure and drool running from your lips.

“Hahaha. The expression on your face is magnificent.” He smiled, finding you adorable. “You really are enchanting…”

Chance returned to thrusting into your pussy, alternating between slow and fast rhythms, prolonged and deep. You could only moan and roll your eyes, turning into a thirsty slut. He began to say that he loved you several times, calling you doll and dear, repeating it while he fucked and fucked you non-stop.

You moaned loudly and hoarsely when his cock pressed against your belly again.

“It feels so good that I can’t think straight anymore.” You closed your eyes as you felt him hit your sweet spot again, writhing. “Even feeling repulsion for what he’s doing to me, I can’t stop having orgasms.”

“You really love it when I hit your deepest spot hard, don’t you?” He was panting. “But if you keep squeezing my cock like this, I won’t last much longer…” Chance admitted.

He just couldn’t wrap your legs around his waist to go deeper because of the cuffs on your ankles. His rhythm increased to the point where you could no longer take it and were begging for it all to end soon. You were already at your limit.

“You’re such a perverted doll.” He provoked maliciously. “Although this side of you is also very adorable…” Chance kissed you with great intensity and possessiveness, making you dizzy and lightheaded.

After about 5 minutes of thrusting into you, Chance began to lose his voice and moan more frequently.

“I’m cumming…” He warned, panting. “I’m very excited. I can’t hold back anymore.”

Chance held your hips and pulled you, sinking his cock deeper into you. Catching you by surprise and making you let out a small frightened scream. Your vaginal walls began to contract and tighten around his cock. Both of you were reaching climax together.

“So, receive my semen inside you.” He thrust so fast and deep that it made you scream so loudly that you became hoarse again. “Cum again! You too!”

You both moaned loudly at the same time. He threw his head back and you arched your back. Chance felt himself filling you and making you so full that his semen overflowed around his cock and dripped from your pussy. You felt something hot filling you inside. You felt nauseous and terrible after all of this.

You tried to recover and catch your breath. Chance pressed his sweaty and hot body against yours, which was in the same state.

“It was fantastic, wasn’t it, Dolly?” He laughed softly, kissing you again, but a calmer and slightly loving kiss.

You just remained silent, breathing deeply. Your eyes watering and small discreet tears forming in the corners of your eyes, feeling drool and saliva from so many kisses and moans dripping from your lips.

“Even though it was repulsive, I’m still immersed in the pleasant sensation that remained…” Chance began to whisper compliments in your ear, kissing your neck and face. But it was as if his voice was distant now that you could finally think clearly. “This is repulsive…” you felt nauseous.

It was then that, while Chance was wiping your forehead and caressing your cheek, you felt a small flame ignite inside you — a determined flame burning in your veins.

“I will not submit to him.” You promised yourself, using the last remnants of strength you had to clench one of your fists and narrow your eyes with a look full of fire and determination, still tearing up.

“I will escape, no matter what!”

⊱ To be Continued... ⊰

Part 2 (In Progress...)

— Myster Kylie

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Imagine builderman being so busy with work , he doesn't have time to come home to his wife, reader.

His cock hard and absolutely dripping pre-cum like crazy.So when Builderman's sweet little wifey comes to visit him and hand him his lunch hoping he can come home tonight.

Builderman just locks the door to his office, and fucks reader on the couch of his office. Fucking you so roughly that it's hard to keep quiet.

(S)Creaming so hard, but you don't want to let go. You too missed your husband dearly.Cumming inside you as he thanks you and promises to come home tonight.

His cum inside your womb is just a reminder of what's more to come.

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“You couldn’t possibly think this was okay, right?” You were currently parading around with a new male that you could call your new “boyfriend”. He wasn’t anything truly meaningful, a guy that worked as a cashier at your local corner store. He was loud, obnoxious and possessive. His fingers dug deep into the plush flesh of your thigh as you both walked down the sidewalk while 007n7 could only watch from his window as he held a cup of lukewarm coffee.

He almost felt a young adult again, the way he ogled over you in the window— He couldn’t believe this was a true reality, you were the sweetest thing ever. 

Your acts of service came in many forms. Since he became a dad, you’d always help dress C00lkid up for school, tugging on his top and smoothening out the fabric as you adjusted his collar. C00lkid would always scoff at you as he would straighten his posture and the same words would leave his mouth “You don’t have to always help me, I’m a big boy.” You would roll your eyes and match his energy, some sort of line like “Well, this big boy is supposed to be the coolest in school.” The way C00lkid’s eyes would light up at the mention of him being the “coolest”. Sometimes, you’d stay for dinner and help with dishes, laundry or other tasks that he could do on his own but you’d always be there.

He almost felt jealous as this lump in his throat formed that he couldn’t swallow, it was brewing jealousy that filled his gut.

He wasn’t trying to say you should be miserable, no.

You meant the world to him. It’s just that.. — you deserved love, yes but only his love.

Ever since that day, he hadn’t felt the same. You were currently sitting across from at the dinner table while C00lkid poked at his flaming hot mac n cheese, insisting that he wanted it for dinner as the adults would have a meal consisting of Honey Garlic Chicken served over sticky rice. 007n7 found himself even poking at his own dinner. The awkward silence stretching across the dinner table. 007n7 looking up as he made eye contact with you.

“So, how are you and your new boyfriend?” your eyes lighting up at the mere mention of him, it made him sick to his stomach– the urge to push his plate away from him like a child that had been introduced to a food group he despised. As you took a bite of your chicken, waving your fork in the air while letting yourself chew. “We’re doing great, we’re supposed to be going on a date tomorrow but I’m unsure due to his work schedule.”

 The more he let you ramble about him, the sicker he got before he huffed out. “C00lkid, can you take your dinner to your room? The remote is still on your bed.” C00lkid wanted to argue but he was too eager to book for the remote as tv time only lasted so long for him

. 007n7 rubbed his temple before turning to you, “I’m gonna be honest, you could be so much better…” You froze in your tracks as you let out a chuckle, “What do you mean? I’m perfectly content with what I have.” He couldn’t help but suck in a breath. “No, you deserve more. You deserve to be spoiled, pampered 24/7, not this whatever you’ve got going.” You placed your folk down as it clattered against the side of your plate. 

“What has gotten into you, Sev? Is it because I haven’t been seeing you more? If so, I’m sorry–” her sentence was interrupted by 007n7 beginning to talk again. “No, it’s just–” He let his head hang low, some form of shame washing over him as he realized what he was doing, he was trying to tear your happiness apart but he couldn’t help it. You deserved better, you deserved more. “--It’s just, you’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever met. I want to always have the best.” Your eyes softened as you looked at him. “Oh sev…I know you care but I’m fine, I promise.” his teeth grit as he stays content, unmoving of your opinion.

 “And you’re completely sure?”

“Of course.”

He hated to push C00lkid onto 118o8 for the night but she was more than okay with taking him for the night to hangout Bluudud, he felt guilty but he’d feel even more guilty for having him in the house.

The way your back was pushed into the soft silk sheets of his bed. Your thighs were parted as your hair was sprawled across the multiple pillows on his bed. All while 007n7’s nose was pushed against the fabric of your panties. The twang of guilt slightly ate you inside but the way his nose bumped against your clit made you gasp out as he peeled your panties to the side. His tongue darted out as he let the muscle lay flat against your lips. 

The warmth makes you shudder as he lets his tongue glide up and down against your cunt. The way he let his tongue drag all the way to your clit before applying a gentle kiss to it. “Bet, he doesn’t worship you like this. Doesn’t give you this type of gentle care and love..” he huffed out, not allowing you to even protest or challenge his statements as his lips wrapped around the bud, sucking on it as you let out a loud moan of pleasure. 

The intense sensation electrifying though your body as your toe curled, the fight to close your thighs fell in failure as 007n7’s arms held your thighs open. Ever since C00lkid had come to be, he fought to keep himself in shape to always take care of him despite his financial instability.

His muscles flexed as it almost sent you into a hypnotizing daze as gripped your thighs to keep them fully open. Your gut tightening as his mouth moved from just messing with your cunt with his mouth before he moved up and laid next to you in the bed while you looked at him in an utter trance, your eyes racking off his entire physique, his face, everything. Your eyes were specifically trained on his wifebeater and the way it stretched over his chest as his hand found its way between your legs, you only widened them more to make room. The guilt drowned itself as your lust became prevalent. 

The tips of his fingers ghosting over your lips before the pads of his fingers made contact as his two fingers rubbed against lips before they easily sunk into your cunt without resistance, a whistle leaving his lips. “Taking them so good” your face warming at the praise as his hands were much bigger than yours so the fingers themselves felt even more overwhelming. 

The way your juices tickled down your lips, the burning sensations could be described as “too much” but the gentleness 007n7 had for you was immaculate. His fingers slowly slid out with what could only be described as the wettest sound ever, dragging those fingers out till his finger tips. Before letting them slide back in much faster before setting a pace. The wet slaps as his palm made contact with your mound as you let long, lengthy whines—your head that was once propped up, falling flat onto the pillow, the way you couldn’t think as his fingers continued to explore your walls. Your neck exposed vulnerably to him as he brought his cold lips up to the skin, kissing and licking the skin while fingering you.

His fingers curled as he sucked down on the skin of your neck. The way your body began to shudder in response as your pants began erratic, rapid and louder. His fingers making contact with that spongy spot inside of you, you almost could thrash against the covers the more he rubbed against it. “C’mon…C’mon, be good for me, hm?” his voice slightly deeper in your ear as your eyes snapped close, your thighs quivering as your whole body tensed as you came.  His soaked fingers were still moving as he dragged out the orgasm until your tensing stopped. 

“Good?” you eagerly nodded as you laid against the pillow, your brain cloudy as you kept your thighs open for him, your cunt clenching around nothing as you clearly weren’t thinking, Your shaky hand came up and gripped the wife beater as you yanked him down, letting your lips slam against his.

The kiss was messy and gross, the taste of yourself on your own tongue now. 007n7’s clock stained against his gray shorts as he finally was able to move and pin you under him. His cock being fished out while you kissed as he lined himself up with your cunt.

 You both pulled away for a minute, everytime you made eye contact with him, you felt dizzy. You couldn’t believe he could’ve felt this way all this time. You can’t say you never thought about it but for it to happen under these circumstances was overwhelming for the most part. The way his gravelly voice hit your ears—low,rough and harsh made you shiver in your skin.

“I’m so much better for you than he is, yeah?” you quickly nodding as a sadist smile spread across his face. “.....good”. His hips jerked forward as his cock parted your lips as you let out a loud whine from the stretch, your legs kicked in a quick reaction before they were caught by 007n7’s hands. Keeping you locked in a missionary position as you could only mewl.

“S–Sev, i–it’s so much…” you were already panting just from the tip, how cute. He let it sit inside of you, the delicious thought of his pre-cum clinging to your warm walls and possibly impregnating you made him even hornier. You looked at him as he looked back in your eyes, he slightly pushed more inside as you responded positively to it and he took it as a hint to keep going, he let himself keep sinking into the tight heat of your body. 

He couldn’t help but grunt as well as his hand that was crawled gripped the headboard of his bed to stabilize him. The wood made a screech from his claws digging into the wood.

He was buried deep inside of you as he pulled his hips back before thrusting them forward, “I’ve loved you from the day we met” thrust “I’ve always wanted you from the start” thrust “You were supposed to be MY girl, because I know I could give you so much more” 007n7’s hips snapping into you with each statement as you were so overwhelmed with pleasure, your hand clawing against his body as you let his words sink into your mind. “W-why didn’t you– fuck tell me..this” you tried to piece yourself together to talk to him but it was all so so much. The conversation died as he kept pounding into you. “I can be better, if it means I can be with you” He groaned out as he felt your walls clamp around his cock. 

“You’d like that huh, just us? How it should’ve been?” You only let out half-assed strings of agreement as he fucks you, his cock is so deep inside of you as he let a roar with before pushing himself fully inside to the hilt. You almost felt like he was in your stomach—the warm, overbearing sensation of his cum pouring into you, as you whined from the fullness. The low sounds of you both huffing and panting as things began to calm down. His fingers tracing invisible lines over your hip.

 “You okay?” his words softer, his animalistic persona completely gone as it melted into something more gentle. “I-I’m fine…fuck, 007n7’s fingers ran his fingers through your hair as you leaned into his touch.

Your lazy co-worker called in sick, so a trainee filled in their shoes and actually did their work before you clocked in for the day.

Since then, you've had nothing to do because the pizzeria hasn't really needed anything since this morning. Sure, you could restock the one can of tomato sauce they've used, but you'd just be overstocking them.

Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration, they've been using the products, it just hasn’t been reasonable to try and restock anything.

your attention was drawn from your thoughts to the board of supply counter, your eyes squint, fighting against the fluorescent lights to read the number, and to your surprise, they were low on soda.

Finally! Something to do. Yes it's like, the afternoon, almost nightfall, but it couldn't hurt to make a delivery. You needed something to do or you'd go stir crazy.

Pushing yourself off the box you sat on, snagging the truck keys lanyard from the wall, you marched over to the buttons on the floor. Stepping on the matching soda icon a few times, hearing the cluttering of them being moved from storage to pick-up behind you.

When you deemed the amount good, you made your way to them, taking a quick crouch and hoisting them up, and heading down that small flight of stairs to settle your goods in the truck. It didn't take many trips up and down, thankfully.

When finished loading, you came round to the front, stepping up and into the driver's seat. Seatbelt engaged! The engine roars to life, and you begin your journey across town. Thank God this island was small.

One of the best things about working so late was the right to the radio. You had your preference of tunes the whole trip through! So it wasn't totally boring, in comparison to the warehouse anyway.

Not like it was a long trip. Again, small island. So you only made it through half a song before seeing Builder Brothers Pizzaria come into your field of view. A charming brick building.

You couldn't help but eye the garage door. You know it's a motion detector, but you can't help but worry you're going to ram into it before it can fully open and break it. Digging into weeks' worth of paychecks.

It won't be happening today, though, as you turned your truck and backed into the delivery bay.

Stepping out, you make your way around to the back, opening its trunk and pulling down the lever to force your goods from the truck and onto the conveyor belt.

Place reeks of tomato and flour.. to be expected and you've been through this enough to know and adjust, but sometimes it's an assault to your nostrils.

If it hadn't been so loud, and you weren't so deep in thought, you probably would've noticed the door creaking. Would've greeted the approaching footsteps. It wasn't until they called out to you that you'd noticed someone was in the loading bay with you.

"Hey, um.. hello?" A bit soft spoken, nervous, but you heard them. Once the last box was out, you turned your head and were greeted with the employee of the month.. how many months in a row was this now? Elliot Builder.

He cleared his throat, adjusting the coat over himself. She must be getting ready to head out for the day. "You're typically the one on this shift, right?" You nod.

"Great! Uh, just.. wanted to thank you. The chefs have been talking about you a lot- all good things!-" She gestured with his hands for a moment, trying to figure out how to phrase it. "You're the only one that gets them their supplies on schedule. They really appreciate it and asked me to carry over the message. They were too busy to do it themselves."

Unknown to you both, it was a tiny lie told by the chefs to get Elliot to talk to you properly. Elliot has seen you around when coming back or going out on deliveries, and she's never had the courage to walk up and say hello.

It was certainly nice either way.

You smile "Well, that was kind of them. Tell them I said 'thank you'. Same to you.. Elliot, right?" You asked over your shoulder as you began shutting the truck.

Elliot nodded swiftly, a little wide eyed for a second, little surprised but it should've been expected really. It was pretty common and easily accessible knowledge. "YES- yeah, I'm Elliot. You are..?"

When you gave your name Elliot seemed to relax, mouthing your name as if to test how it felt to say before saying it with more confidence. "Of course!" He seemed a little rejuvenated.

Walking back around, you were no longer obscured by the walkway, so Elliot could get a proper gander of you, and she couldn't help the heat crawling up his neck. "Did you need anything else, Elli?" The sudden nickname was NOT helping!

"Well- no- but uhm-" He fidgeted with her coats lining. "Do.. you work tomorrow?"

"All week, excluding business days. You?"

"Same. My work hours are in the morning." She glanced between you and the logo on your truck, seemingly struck with an idea. "Maybe.. at the end of my shift, I could pay the warehouse a visit?" He offered.

It was strange to hear someone wanting to go over there. "I mean, it's pretty boring. You sure?"

"Absolutely! I don't mind! I do need to know how all this stuff works, so.." Right. She is the heir to the business.

"Well, in that case.." He gave you an odd look as you crossed the distance, plucking your hard hat off your head and setting it over her eyes. "You'll need the proper gear."

Elliot pushed it up with his index, "But what about you?"

"Keep it. The warehouse has plenty." You hand waved her concern.

She couldn't help but gawk for a moment before a dumb smile split her face. "Right, of course. Thank you.." to think you'd be concerned about his safety was a nice thought. Even though it was probably just your responsibility. Still, his face burned all the more.

"See you then?" He couldn't help the hopefulness carried like song through his tone. Cringing at how desperate it came across.

You snickered, climbing back into the cabin of your truck. "See you then."

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Builderman letting you give him a blowjob from under his desk while he has company in his office.

Making you suck him off ,your lips pressed against his pelvis,balls deep, as you grind your pussy against his newly polished shoe.

His giant rough hand grips for head as a warning whenever you suck too fast, making the guests suspicious, but they didn't dare to push it, after it's builderman after all.

Builderman fucks your face hard and fast as soon as the guests leaves, he's going to teach you who's in control around here.

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