The plastic grocery bag crinkled and rustled as Francios carried it through the dull, carpeted hall of the apartment complex. His stride was slow, relaxed even as a lit cigarette hung loosely from his dominant hand. Occasionally he would take a puff or two as he walked along the yellowing, cracked walls and after passing each decrypted door, he came to stop at Apartment 339.
As he returned the cancer stick to his lips and lazily riffled through his pockets for a key, he heard it. A faint sound. A thunk, thud, thunk, thud that repeated over and over again. Like someone was rhythmically pulling on something heavy to only be dragged by the rocking structure.
Francios rolled his eyes with a head shake and puff, as he finally pulled his keys from his pocket and unlocked the faded door. The sound was a little louder, but the pattern stuttered like the puller had paused to listen. But quickly returned to it. Like they hadn’t heard him enter.
He moved from the entry silently and placed the bag on the counter. His movements were just as quiet as he removed a block of muenster cheese, a baguette, and a bottle of red wine.
A plate was grabbed from the sink, and after a brief inspection, Francios deemed it clean enough. Thus, he placed the cheese and bread on top and left the wine with the bag, discarded on the counter for later.
He made no effort to hide his footsteps as he left the kitchen and crossed the living room towards the source of the sound. The thunk, thud, thunk, thud lied behind one last door.
Francios didn’t bother to knock on it, instead opening the door and walked in.
The sight before him wasn’t anything new. After all, his Cher was still adjusting. Though, she still had some moments, much to his disdain.
(Y/N), the woman he had claimed as his Cher, lover, and darling, was having one of those right now.
Typically, her flighty nature was something Francios had been able to control with basic chains. For weeks, he had been able to leave her unattended, knowing they prevented her from wandering and fleeing what should have been a happy relationship.
Today, however, she had somehow managed to get her ankles free. He could smell the iron and see the scabs that had begun to form on her once smooth skin as she stood on the wooden floor. Her face was drenched in sweat as (H/C) hairs stuck to her forehead and temples. (Y/N)’s face was set in a determined snarl as she used her arms to help hold onto the chains as she pulled like some kind of psychotic bull, each thunk was her using the chains to try and pull the bed, probably some sad attempt to break the chains, while the thud was the heavy, king sized bed dragging her back.
Francios’ voice was like a shock to (Y/N)’s system as she turned to look at him. The snarl became more subdued as her body shock.
He nodded, not yet acknowledging her fear as he set the plate on the nearest nightstand before he approached.
“And you are off the bed.”
(Y/N) backed up, her steps as unsteady and frequent as a nervous horse. She brought her hands up to her chest, unsure whether to hold them up to beg or to defend herself.
“You said you were going to be gone for hours…”
“Oui, I was gone for AN hour.”
He came closer. His pale hand reached out for where the metal chains met the wooden frame of the bed.
Francios grabbed the chain and pulled. The force of the movement caused (Y/N)’s knees to hit the bedframe, knocking her onto the bed with her arms out stretched like she was going to slide on her stomach.
His face was blank, but his eyes burned with silent promises of pain. Of additional restraints.
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HI GUYS!! It's been way~ too long. My computer decided to caput and I don't like writing on my phone, but now I've got some new tech. Give me a bit to get my flow back, but have this little ditty that I wrote in practice.
