enter my twisted fucking cyber reality

I don't like to just launch into it so I usually have a prenegotiated "starting window" sort of thing. Like, "we will lie here and chill and watch this movie like normal and at some point during the movie I will initiate the scene". Right?

And then you're just there, trying to act normal, with that constant tension there. This is going to happen to you. You can't talk about it. Every move I make, you'll tense up, only to find I'm just reaching for water.

I'm possessive, but I love watching you fret over what outfit you'll wear to see your date

I'm not possessive, but I want to set a standard for how you're treated.

I'm possessive, but I've memorized the way your body shivers when she pushes into you.

My captor went through the effort of snooping through all of my socials to gather enough info to be able to take me in the first place, so of course she knew, I was stupid and I ignored all of the signs.

She knew exactly how to drag me in, exactly what to say, exactly how to act, everything fine tuned to lure me into her grasp so I'd never see the sun without her permission again.

eyes widening in fear already, obeying immediately cause I know I’ve pushed it this time and continuing to argue is going to make this so much worse

kneeling in front of you, offering you a rather large needle and some thread with shaky hands, placing my hands behind my back after handing them over. looking up at you with pleading, sorry eyes, whining, but not speaking. knowing anything else is talking back and maybe if im reaaally good now you won’t—

my thoughts are silenced by your grip on my cheeks, giving me a rough kiss before forcing the needle through skin. immediately im whimpering, digging my nails into my palm to ground myself enough to stay still for you, tears already beginning to flow down my cheeks. You slowly and methodically working your way across my mouth with the needle, ignoring my whines as you sew my mouth shut.