#fresh steve

It had been ten days since you’d last seen Ransom.

He came while you were asleep though. There would be new food in the fridge every morning for you. For a few days, you tried to pretend to be asleep to see when he’d come in like a child staying awake to see Santa Claus come down the chimney, but you’d always fall asleep.

He left a tube of Neosporin and band-aids on the bathroom counter for the cuts on your hand from the shattered glass in his Grandfather’s study and such empathetic detail made your heart flutter. He was furious with you but Ransom was still going to take care of you. And you hated to say you missed him. You told yourself you just missed the presence of other people but a part of you wondered if it was Ransom you missed or if it was just loneliness. But you knew he missed you too.

Yesterday when you woke up the pillow on the side of the other side of the bed smelled faintly like his cologne and aftershave. He’d laid beside you in your sleep and although unnervingly creepy it made you feel bittersweet.

But without things to keep you from losing your mind while trapped in here the time moved at a snail speed and it felt like this was actual purgatory. He’d taken all forms of entertainment and ways to pass the time.

You created a routine for yourself to keep sane.

Wake up, check the basement to see if Ransom had decided to stay, look into the fridge to see what he brought you, and plan out when you will eat what. You’d shower and do your makeup, although there was no one to see it it at least helped keep you occupied. You’d walk toe to toe over each square foot of the basement. You’d count all the tiles in the bathroom and kitchen. You’d do sit-ups and push-ups until you tired yourself out enough to take a nap. When you wake up you’d eat whatever meals he brought you the previous night. You washed what clothes you had in the bathtub with hand soap, not ideal but better than nothing.

Every day you’d conserve water and ration food. You didn’t know how long you’d be down here without company, maybe eventually his delivery service would stop altogether. Maybe he’d shut the power off and turn off the water connection for the basement. Everything with a lid that could store water was filled and hidden from spying eyes throughout the basement. He could cut off your food supply and you could still survive for quite some time but water was something you wouldn’t survive long without.

At least once a day you’d sneakily lift the corner mattress just enough to see the dozen or so sedative pills from Steve that you managed to stash before Ransom staged your offbeat intervention. You told yourself if you were alone down here for 20 days you’d do it. You thought about doing it now, especially since your most recent flight attempt set back any opportunity of escape for a while, if ever again. But the pained expression with flashes of trauma across Ransom’s face when he told you about the woman he accidentally tortured and watching her slit her own throat you didn’t want him to see that again. Even though it would be his fault, he’s the one that brought you to that point in the first place, you didn’t like thinking about him finding you like that. He deserved torment but you didn’t want it to be in exchange for your life. You gave yourself a time limit. 20 days and that’s it. Whether it was Ransom’s original 100-day time limit or your 20-day death timer not much had changed as time was still death. 20 days and you’d swallow all the pills you had left and escape from this basement one way or another.

You wanted more proof of Bethany, you didn’t want her to fade so easily. Her hairbrush had now since been removed from under the bathroom cabinet, Ransom must have had to have taken it in one of his late night visits.

You laid on the floor of the closet and stared up at the array of hanging clothes above you as if they were stars in the night sky. You raised your hand and gently brushed back and forth over the various materials of the various items.

With brittle nails your scratched messages along the baseboard of the closet. Something that could only be noticed if another person who was also was laying on the closet floor lost in the purgatory time loop that was your punishment. Something only a person in peril could find. An expired SOS that would bring comfort or fear.

You carved out your name,

seeing it in writing felt different.

19

the age you fear would be the oldest you’d grow

RANSOM BOUGHT ME FROM STEVE,

like a used couch found online.

BETHANY KILLED HERSELF TO GET PUT B4 I CAME,

that was all you knew of her

IF U SEE THIS I AM DEAD & U R TRAPPED 2,

maybe he bought the next one from Steve too, maybe he saw her out in public the way her had the girl before you.

DO NOT TRUST HIM

You thought of Sarah, the girl from Steve’s basement who you never saw, only met through the walls of the cells he kept you locked in. A voice that made every fiber of your being want to revolt and yet you didn’t have a face to match it with.

“Beat him, kill him if you need to. You’re the only chance of stopping these monsters.”

You knew she’s been long dead by now but you liked to pretend she wasn’t. Maybe he miraculously let her go, maybe she snuck out, maybe someone bought her the way Ransom bought you but you’re not sure if that was a fate worse than death.

Sarah’s words needed to be transcribed, they were only whispered to you, and you could only whisper them to yourself, but her words needed to be in person. There needed to be proof of her. You carved the final words she ever spoke to you

BEAT HIM

KILL HIM IF U HAVE 2

You hoped the next girl would be stronger than you. You’d grown too attached to Ransom as much as you hated to admit it you knew it was true. You missed him and even his cold personality and snide remarks accompanied with a whiplashing personality. You missed the world and Ransom was the closest you’d get to it.

Your fingernails bled after your repeated carving along the wood. With your luck it’d be tetanus that’d kill you instead of him.

You crawled off the cold basement flooring from the closet to the bed and snuggled into the mound of blankets and pillows you had lined up beside you as if there was company you were lying beside. You laid your head on their fake chest and swung your leg over them and pretended like it was a rainy day out and you were staying in bed with your handsome mystery lover.

That was an experience you never lived but you read about in books and seen in movies and that pretend sentimental affection was something that kept you going. And you tried to ignore the fact the faceless lover would become Ransom and quickly reimagine him to look like a celebrity crush.

Something about him being disappointed in you filled your throat with bile like you were being grounded for a bad grade. He’s done so much for you and this is how you repay-

Shut the fuck up. Shut up shut up shut up shut up.

You bolted up in bed from your drowsy game of pretend to ream yourself for the pitiful disgusting thoughts. Never think of him like that. He bought you, he could’ve let you go, he could’ve called the police, he could’ve gotten help.

Your fingers laced through your unkept hair scratching at your scalp with your palms to your eyes. Jesus Christ you needed help.

You forced yourself to lay back down and wrap yourself back in the cocoon of your pillow partner and resumed pretending like it was a cute actor from a superhero franchise who was hotter than he was good at acting.

///

With your clock gone and no sign of sunlight you had no clue how long you slept. Maybe a few hours, maybe 10. You only knew when night came by the treats left for you.

You shuffled, rubbing the sleep from your eyes to see the care package he left behind in your slumber. New bottles of shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and a bath bomb all tucked inside.

You carried the new toiletries to the bathroom before moving the jars of water you had stored inside the tub and turning on the rickety faucet, brushing your hand across to feel the warming temperature. You shed your clothes and you wondered if Ransom was watching. He said he didn’t have any camera facing the corner of the bathroom with the toilet and bath but by now it’d be stupid to trust anything he said. If he wanted to watch you shit and shower then that’s his gross decision.

As you stripped you still gave him a bit of a show, something that would hopefully get him to crack and face you. The bath bomb he left fizzled a soft purple hue, tinting the water with it. You rolled the dissolving ball around your hands, enjoying the tickling sensation and lavender aroma.

You kept your bathing routine as normal, adding some pornographic flares to attract him. Spreading the white sudsy soap across your breasts, rubbing it in as if you could cum from that alone. Lifting your leg high to brush the soapy loofah down your shin, leaving all of your touches slow and delicate.

After you drained the tub and dried off in front of the mirror where you knew at least one camera faced, taking your time to dry every inch of you off and wrap the towel loosely around your chest.

You were now determined to get him to finally break and come down here. You needed something, anything from him, and today was the day you were going to make sure he finally faced you.

The blow dryer rang next to your ears until you switched it off and began to do your makeup. Nothing heavy, light and natural, a simple ‘gee I had no idea you’d be coming down here and yet I still look seductive enough to fuck’.

A part of you cringed at your desperation but right now he could come down here, spit in your face, and go back up stairs and you’d be happy with even that little of human interaction.

Dropping your towel onto bathroom floor you waltzed in the nude to your bedroom in your closet you had spent the previous night laying on the floor in and having a mental breakdown.

You grabbed a simple silk slip nightgown opting out of a bra and just sticking to lacy panties. You kept your facade of accidentally being prepared to get fucked.

What were you doing?

Shaking your head and looking over yourself in the mirror posted in your room. You were parading yourself around just praying that he happened to be watching the cameras and he’d happen to be horny enough he’d finally come down here and free your touch starved condition. At this point it could be anyone coming down those steps to touch you as little or as much as they want and you’d thank them for it. You’d been so deprived of human interaction you didn’t care what it took. You gave yourself a timer similar to the 100 days he first gave you, except when yours was up you’d swallow the handful of sedatives tucked under your mattress you’d managed to hide before Ransom took them away.

Your movements remained delicate and smooth like a cat on a windowsill as you made your way to the common area to the refrigerator to get some cool water on your tongue and settle your shame.

The sudden sound of the basement door being unlocked made you gasp and drop your water. “Shit,” you grunted to yourself, grabbing a hand towel and dropping to your knees to clean up the mess.

“Aw,” the familiar yet unexpected voice cooed. “It’s like you knew I was coming so you got on your knees.”

As if the water was icy enough, Steve’s voice was a shock through your nervous system. “Scared me…dropped my water.” Your voice was thin from days of being out of commission.

Ransom followed behind him, swiftly locking the door after they were both in.

Steve walked and stood over you with a bouquet of pink roses in hand and what looked like a gift bag. His hair was neatly gelled over with a tight button up black shirt on.

He extended his other hand out to you to help you stand. “Don’t you look like a doll and you’re not even aware of what I’ve had planned for you.”

Your lips pinched in disgusted fear as you looked to Ransom, who was silent for the first time in his life, looking at you with already guilty eyes. But anger was rising behind his irises and although he was going to feel bad for you he was still gonna enjoy watching.

Steve pressed a kiss to your lips as you stayed staring silently at Ransom. “Now, I haven’t seen you in a while. You can kiss me better than that, princess.”

You looked back over to Steve, wrapping an arm over his shoulder to stand on your tiptoes to press a deep kiss to his lips. You prayed your affection would lessen the blow of whatever he was planning.

“There’s my girl,” Steve grinned as the two of you parted. “Brought you some stuff,” he walked to the kitchen counter laying the flowers on their sides and moving the a container from the bag he had brought into the fridge.

“Thank you, Steve.” Your voice was unsteady as you stared at Ransom while Steve’s back was to the two of you. The bags under his eyes were noticeable and his face expressed guilt before the party even started. When Steve turned back around after closing the fridge Ransom’s eyes left yours and his expression changed as he faced Steve. Anger, excitement for revenge and punishment. This is it, you told yourself. He send Steve to torture and kill me because he’s not man enough to do it on his own. Fucking coward

“Now, now sweet girl.” Steve quickly pulled you to him, your back against his chest with his chin against your ear, his devilish hands roaming your curves as if to refimilairize himself with them. “Ransom here told me you’ve been a bad girl. Is that right?”

A shaking nod was all you could muster up as his hardened breathing echoed in your ear. “I’m sorry, Angel. If only Ransom would’ve grew some balls your little attitude problem would’ve been gone much longer ago.”

“R-Ransom is good to me,” you stuttered, feeling as if you were at gunpoint. “I just got scared, I shouldn’t have done that. I regret it, I don’t want this to happen.” Your confession was more or less bullshit but it’s been the closest you could get to pretending to apologize to Ransom. “Steve, I don’t want to be the only time I see you to be punished. I don’t want to feel like I’m in trouble everytime I see you.” You were always disgusted by Steve but as Pavlos Dog you only associated his visits with pain.

“I know baby, but once we get this outta the way you’ll see me so much more and as long as you behave I won’t need to keep you in line. I have a feeling this time is gonna be different.” His nails dug into your thighs, pulling at the silk nightgown that was surely too expensive for you to ever afford. “So you must pay for your sins if you really want forgiveness, angel.”

The silk sultry dress ripped down the center and a gasp left your lips. Lust filled Ransom’s eyes as you never left his gaze even with the devil on your shoulder. Except he wanted to be the one ripping that nightgown off your smooth skin and bruising you the way Steve was planning to. Ransom had twisted desires but none in comparison to Steve.

“Now, Ransom, I think it’s time for you to go.” Steve pulled to shredded fabric from your skin and the cold basement air prickled your skin.

His jaw clenched as he watched your face become painted in terror. “He’s just too easy on you baby. How are you gonna learn if he’s babying you the entire time? He’ll be back but I know he unfortunately has a soft spot for you and your pretty tears so he’ll come back when all the hard work is finished. So be a good girl and get on your knees.”

You fought the urge to break down into tears as you subcame to his wish, kneeling to the carpet while Steve returned to the bag he left on the kitchen counter. You looked once more to Ransom before he left, silently praying he’d stop whatever was about to happen but he stared at your nude body from under your shredded dress before leaving the basement.

///

You weren’t sure how much time had passed as sobs left you as you stared at the faint pin point in the wall you created for yourself as an anchor as you tried to keep yourself steady.

An unexpected tool from Steve’s never ending bag of wonders was a bag of uncooked rice. His teeth tore the packaging open before dumping most of it onto the linoleum side of the kitchen. “Here,” he snapped his fingers at you like a dog. “Crawl.”

Hesitantly your left your kneel and crawled on your hands and knees to him. As the hardened rice imbedded themselves into your palms and knees you quickly cried out in pain. “On your knees, face the wall.” He ordered. “Hands behind your back.”

It felt more like you were being barked at by the police. Cracked gasps off pain left you as you maneuvered yourself in the way of his direction. The grains of rice felt like broken glass on your knees and shins as he had you trying to remain balanced with your hands behind your back.

Tears clouded your eyes as he sat on the couch parallel with a foot resting on the edge of the coffee table. “If you fall, we start over. Do you understand?”

“Yes…sir…” you tried to force yourself to breathe but it felt useless.

Steve looked down on you from his perch like he was at a zoo gawking over an animal that will never leave the confines of a glass cage and will never know the real world or the joys of freedom.

The grains of rice sliced into your knees and you felt like they were piles of hot broken glass as you tried to keep your hands behind your back and stay upright. Time stood still and it felt like you were in this purgatory for ten hours but really it had only been 30 minutes. You sobbed like a widowed bride, how something as little as a grain of rice on linoleum tile being embedded into your skin could be one of the most painful things you’ve ever felt. You preferred Ransom’s cold shoulder and isolation tactics over Steve’s torture.

You remembered being told about this old school punishment tactic that remained out of date for a reason after a fight you got in with your mom. “When I mouthed off to my mom she used to make me kneel on grains of rice, that’s how I got these scars on my knee.” You remember telling yourself your mom was just being dramatic and it couldn’t have been that bad, it’s just rice. If you ever see your mother again you’re going to tell you that you’re sorry for doubting the pain of this punishment.

Your vision so blurred from tears that you could barely register Steve’s movement as he leaned over the side of the couch and pulled a newspaper out of his bag.

“You see that, sweetheart?” Steve’s legs swept from the table to the floor beckoning you to lean forward as he unfolded the newspaper.

You looked up to the page he held out to you to see. “Read it out loud.”

“No…” you whispered as you saw the photo of yourself staring back.

“Read it. Out. Loud.” Steve ordered, his hand gripping onto the paper like he was filled with unbridled joy. .

“Search for missing college girl called off…” it felt like your heart had plummeted to the bottom of the earth. Steve nodded for you to continue. “Disfigured female body found in woods, twenty miles from the bar where she was last seen. Although there is no conclusive DNA match, they believe articles of her clothing were found at the scene. But as winter is beginning, the official search shall continue in the spring…for her body.”

It was a dystopian feeling. Reading about how the people rescuing you, your only hope in surviving, were giving up. They were no longer looking for you, they were so close you could taste it, but they turned their life boats around and there was no screaming for rescue. They didn’t believe you were alive, it wouldn’t make sense for them to. You wouldn’t have been kept alive for this long, and if you did escape you wouldn’t survive in the woods during the winter. It was now a search for what remained.

“That wasn’t even my doing, isn’t that crazy?” Steve chuckled, folding the paper back up and tossing it beside him. “Probably just some rotted hooker and they’re getting the heat on them to close the case. They found their scapegoat alright, and that means no one will be looking for you. They have been searching for months and yet they never got close, that must be so embarrassing.”

Your mind raced like a hamster in its wheel as you tried to ignore the idea of another victim going unsolved due to the police getting tired of wasting their resources and time. When you saw the police sketch of Steve in Ransom’s parent’s kitchen you really thought there was a chance, but it was only a lie to yourself. The picture was a generic middle aged handsome white man, one that probably couldn’t be picked particularly out of a line up.

“Know just how easy you have it.” He stood from the couch above you. “There’s someone else in the world out there who would’ve left your body to be eaten by animals in the woods.”

“I know…” you grimaced in pain. “I’ll never try to be bad again. Please…hurts so badly.”

After what felt like centuries your eyes remained so flooded with tears you couldn’t see him in front of you, only just the vague shape of his shadow. “Ready to be good?”

“Please!” You cried. With a push on your shoulder that felt light as a gust of wind you fell to the rice free side of the floor, sprawled along the lined boarder where the linoleum kitchen tiles separated into the carpet, the lower half of you against the cold smooth surface and the top half on the scratchy carpet. Steve scooped you in his arms while you were limp and easy to manipulate over his shoulder.

The blood was quick to rush to your head when you were kept over his shoulder like a heavy sack of flour. “I think you’ve had enough of that one, haven’t you? I was getting a bit bored.” You’d roll your eyes if you had any energy left in you. You weren’t sure how long you knelt under his watch, it felt like years.

Steve tossed you on the bed so nonchalantly before stepping back out to fetch his bag of horrifying mystery. Your eyes were quick to flutter shut. You were too drained and the thought of seeing Ransom after this filled you with both relief and anger. Steve was right, for being a kidnapper he was too soft on you and you were banking on the softness of his wannabe heart to save you. Unlike Steve, Ransom wanted to be human but there would always be a black hole inside of him. And Steve was right, now they will never find you, they never would’ve been anyway.

A bundle of red nylon rope bounced on the bed beside you where Steve tossed it. “I did bring rope, I miss seeing you tied up for me. But I think you’re smart enough to not try to put up a fight. You’re a dumb cunt but I do love beating into submission. I don't plan on stopping just yet. I still have so much planned for us.”

The tip of your nose burned as you started to cry again but you aren’t sure you ever stopped in the first place. If there was any makeup left on your face it was gone by now. You could feel it dried and flaking against your skin, surely you looked crazy but your appearance was the last of your cares, you hoped you looked like shit for him.

“I’ll make you a deal,” Steve tugged at your hair enough to force you to open your eyes to look into the face of the devil. “As long as you behave I’ll only tie your wrists instead of tying you completely to the bed. Now, are you gonna be a good girl for daddy or are you gonna be a bad little slut?”

You nodded barely moving your head.

“Say it.” Steve demanded with a hissing tongue.

“I’ll behave for daddy, I’ll be a good girl.” As much as it burned it felt nice to say anything that wasn’t a pleading sob but you hated the words that came from your mouth.

“Look at you, you’re taking your punishment so well. Maybe I’ll consider a lesser sentence but I wouldn’t count on it, Angel.” He mockingly cooed before motioning for you to sit up.

“Thank you, daddy.” You kept your wrists together and raised them for him to tie. Your voice was broken but you knew what he wanted to hear.

“Atta’ girl,” he smiled, unraveling the rope before twisting it entricantly around your wrists binding them together. “You really are my Angel, ya know? Ever since I trapped you in that basement you’re all I think about. You’re the only girl who I haven’t fantasized about murdering in quite sometime. You may misbehave but what Angel would be compliant with the devil? I’ve truly enjoyed breaking you and I’ll never stop.”

The confession was so heartfelt and genuine that it was one of the most terrifying things he ever said to you because he wasn’t meaning it metaphorically. He had planned on killing you to begin with. And you know he saw you as angelic and innocent for him to taint with his bloody hands.

Your chest erupted into a sob that you could no longer push back. The built up days of isolation and pain taking you apart more by the minute.

“Aw sweetheart,” Steve awed, kneeling beside the bed in front of you. “Such a pretty angel for me, isn’t that right? Crying those pretty angel tears that make my cock so fucking hard.”

He stood back up, grabbing your chin to look up at him before he bent over and licked the tear slick trail on the side of your face. If you had the energy to be grossed out you would.

He pulled away and grabbed another trinket from him bag: a Polaroid camera. “Wanna keep you like this always, even years from now surely you’ll be dead soon but I’ll always have these pictures. Like a time capsule I’ll keep you trapped inside off.”

What was it about psychos and Polaroid cameras? Are serial killers keeping them still in business?

You looked up at him, your facial expression remaining dull and dead even after the flash went off.

Click. Flash.

You grimaced at the aggressive flash of bright white light with pursed cracked lips.

The photo printed and floated to the floor with the other one before taking another photo.

Click. Flash.

“Show me your teeth.” Steve directed.

Hesitantly you have a wide toothy grin with a fake smile as large as you could make it till your cheeks hurt.

Click. Flash.

Steve’s other hand elongated to your jaw, his experienced fingers brushing across your chapped lips and against your front teeth. He wrapped his fingers around the corner of your mouth, fish hooking and forcing your mouth to raise even higher up your cheeks than you thought the muscle was capable of.

Click. Flash.

“Open,” he commanded and you hesitantly opened your mouth. “Wider…”

As if you were at the dentist you opened your mouth as wide as you could. “Wider…” you could only whimper in response knowing if you’d tried to speak it’d be entirely unintelligible. He sighed with disappointment before placing his hand on your bottom teeth and under your jaw before stretching it down. You cried out from the tight pain until he took the photo and released your chin.

Click. Flash.

Steve set the camera on the bed and slid the developing photos across the carpet with the toe of his shoe.

You clasped your mouth tightly shut, trying to regain feeling in your cheeks until Steve pushed you back laying on the bed.

Steve’s fingers were still wet with your spit as they traveled down your chest and stomach past your hips and to your inner thigh. His knuckles gently brushed over the warmth between your legs, teasingly moving back and forth across the skin as prominent goosebumps formed in their trail. “Hands above your head, spread your legs wider, feet on the edge of the bed. Display yourself to me.”

You tried to follow his fast orders, laying your raw and bound wrists above your head before spreading your legs wider and placing your feet on the edge, displaying you as if you were getting your yearly exam at the obgyn.

You hadn’t even noticed he had picked his camera back up until the flash beamed across your face sending your eyes wide open only to see him leaned lower to photograph your soon to be abused warmth. “Not to sound like such a plastic surgeon but I really want some before and after pictures of how wet and delicate your pretty cunt is before I stretch it out.”

You tilted your head to the side toward the door, imagining an impossible scenario of you simply getting up and walking out. Knowing the mystery code and locking him down here to die.

Steve gawked over you tied to the bed. His callused bare knuckles brushing over your smooth skin leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. He slowly slid his fingers to your hip bone. His touch became heavier as he moved closer and closer to your spread thighs.

“You know, the human body is quite a magical thing.” He quipped, caressing against your inner thigh, so close to where he was planning to be once he’d decide he’d had enough fun tormenting you. “Especially the female anatomy…it’s just so fascinating.”

You wanted to attempt to shut your legs but you knew better than to think you could stop him. Steve’s expert fingers were quick to tease your clit. “Your body creates human life, it’s what you’re destined to do.”

You jolted as his fingers orchestrated your body perfectly. Between the pain on your knees and the terror of the man brought you, the arousal he was creating was the next most extreme thing your brain could move onto and betray you with. “You’re so tight, no matter how many times Ransom or I have fucked you. Well I don’t need to be told to know he’s not fucking you as much as he should. As much as I should be, instead of him.”

A small gasp left your lips as his three fingers slid between your lips one by one and were fast to enter you. “And your beautiful body creates a human being, and grows itself for it, because you’re made to do it. And by the Grace of God you eventually push that little baby from your womb and become its mother.”

Steve’s touch was quick to stroke the textured spot deep inside that made your eyes water and abdomen tense before adding a fourth finger. “And then just a couple weeks later it’s back to its normal tight little size as if nothing happened, and then you’re ready to be bred again.”

“I know I’m a bad bad man,” Steve’s smirk was condescending as he watched you wrathing below his hold. “But no one blames God for the circle of life. I kill, yes, but I like to think I make room for new life. Smarter people, who wouldn’t get in the car with a complete stranger.”

Your nails dug into your palms as you tried to fight the impending orgasm he was bringing you to. “Although I had plans to kill you, fate decided otherwise. Because I’m going to breed your little cunt and you’re gonna fucking beg me to. You’re going to beg to be filled or else I won’t let you cum, and you’re so close aren’t you?”

Whimpering, you nodded, breathlessly trying to not succumb to him.

“Beg me.” His tone hardened. “Beg me to breed you. Beg me to fill you up over and over again.”

“B-Breed me,” you cried through grit teeth. “Please breed me, Steve.”

“Sweetheart you can do better than that.” He cooed as if he didn’t nearly have his fist inside of you fucking you with the intensity of a jackhammer.

“Please fill me.” The whine in your voice became more drawn out as you were on the brink of cumming for him. “Please breed me, daddy. Please cum in me, please daddy.”

“Cum for me, sweetheart.” He commanded, proud of your efforts. “I can feel how badly you need it, you’re so pent up baby. Make me proud, cum on my fingers. Cum for daddy.”

A strangled cry left your lips with an arch of your back as you came on his fast working fingers. The knowing that they were the same fingers that killed so many, that planned to kill you, that he’d saved lives with in his early days as a surgeon, wasn’t lost on you.

“Fuck, baby look at the mess you made for me.” You whimpered as he retreated his fingers to show you the glistening of your release covering his hand. “Clean it up for me, won’t you sweetheart?”

Steve forced his hand to your lips and you hesitantly licked your cum off his fingers. “You act all big and tough but at the end of the day you need to be taken care of, you need to be guided and told what to do.”

Hesitantly he pulled his fingers from your lips and the clicking of his belt becoming undone followed shortly but his eyes never left yours. “I have big plans for you today, Angel.”

A shiver coaxed over your skin like stepping out into the cold rain at his ominous second hand threats as he undressed himself for what felt like eternity.

The bed faintly creaked as he moved closer and in between your legs. “Missed this pussy.” He slid his cock between your folds and stroked over your still sensitive clit for a moment before slowly entering you. “Fuck, angel.”

He gave you no time to adjust to his intrusion before drawing his hips back to fuck you. A groan of pain left your chest of one of pleasure left his. “Your little cunt is meant to do this. Your only purpose in life is to milk cocks dry over and over again and fill your womb.” You dug your nails in the palm of your restrained hands above your head.

Steve maneuvered your legs over his shoulders, spreading yourself wider for him as his hands groped your body. “Love watching these tits bounce when I fuck you.”

You shut your eyes with a breathless moan as he pounded against your gspot. You wanted to keep them closed forever and never have to look at him but he’d never allow that.

His hands wrapping around your throat drew your eyes open like a splash of cold water. “You’re so weak beneath me, you couldn’t stop me if you tried.”

You whimpered in terror, your hands encasing his as they tightened around your neck. “You can only breathe if I let you, your life is dependent on me. Only I decide whether you live or die. I’m your fucking judge, jury, and executioner.”

You wreathed before him as your breathing became more hollow and the blood rushed to your ears. You wondered if Ransom was going to let him kill you down here. You wondered if that was the plan all along.

Steve’s thrusts haulted before letting go of your throat. “Actually, I want you to try to stop me.” He ordered as you gasped for air. “Show me how big and strong you are and I’ll let you go, hell, I’ll let you walk out that front door.”

You hesitantly shook your head, you knew better than to attempt to fall for the oblivious trap he was setting as a way to get off. “Cmon, fight me sweetheart. I want you to get away. Fucking do your worst.”

Your tied wrists left their frozen position from above your head and slammed down pathetically on his chest, barely even moving him as the energy was drained from you entirely. “Harder.” He ordered and you hit his sweat dampened chest with a loud thump. “Harder, cmon, you know you can do it.”

This time when you wailed your hands down on his chest you dug your brittle nails across his chest, a hiss leaving his lips.

Steve quickly consumed your hands and returned them back above your head on the bed. “Mmm, there’s that fight I love so much.” He smiled while beads of blood formed in the path your nails left.

“Fuck,” you gasped as he began thrusting back into you, the strong force jolting the headboard against the wall.

“You know what, angel? You’re just as sick and twisted as I am.” He slid his hand between the two of you and began to strum over your clit. “You’re so fucked in the head, you poor little thing. You got that evil inside you, just waiting to come out. That’s why you’re so god damn perfect for me.”

“No,” you shook your head both in a plea and rejection. “Not like you.”

“Aw, yes you are.” He taunted. “Ransom could never handle you, he’s not like us. You need someone as fucked up, you need me, I’m your perfect match.”

Your head flipped side to side as you tried to fight the impending orgasm building inside you.

“You’re a little killer, just like me. You just haven’t had the chance yet. I can’t wait for you to feel that fucking rush, the way it’ll make your cunt throb. And I’ll fuck the daylights out of you, so proud of you, my little killer.”

“No,” you pled as your knees grew weak and your head threw back. “S-Stop…”

“Gonna breed your crazy cunt.” Steve smiled, you could feel him teetering on release himself. “Gonna fill you with babies who will probably be just as fucking crazy. It’s your destiny to carry my offspring, do you understand?” His other hand wrapped back around your throat. “Say it and you can cum.”

“My destiny…” you felt an electric current begin to short circuit inside of you. “For you to breed me, you evil bastard.”

“Such a good girl for me,” Steve’s hand squeezed tighter. “Cum for me little killer, show me your worst.”

A strangle scream left your throat as you came below him, a ringing filling your ears as his own orgasm followed shortly behind with a series of grunting curses punctuating his release before letting go of your neck.

Your vision blurred with a pounding in your ears as you felt Steve remove himself for you. “So perfect for me, Angel. I can’t wait till I get to take out your birth control, I’m going to make sure I impregnate you before Ransom gets the chance.”

You grimaced at the thought of carrying his child as he cleaned himself off with the balled up tangled sheets at the edge of your bed not bothering to help you before leaving into the other room.

Curling in on yourself you stayed frozen in the bed; sore, disgusted, ashamed. As gleeful you were to see another human you didn’t wish for this. You didn’t wish for any of this.

Steve was right; he was the devil.

You can’t recall a time in your life with faith on your side. Sometimes you wish you had that blind faith that created a safe haven for what’s in the great beyond, but it was hard to worship a God who would do something like this to you; to anyone. But if there was one thing you learned in your life it was that Steve was truly the devil, an indestructible evil that can’t be stopped at the hands of the mortal.

You listen to his scurry about in the other room but couldn’t see through the door he left half open, as if you were a child he just put to bed. Your eyes were heavy as they searched the room but not bothering to move your head, you needed something heavy and mobile. You contemplated killing Steve, coming up behind him bashing him over the head, doing the world a favor and bringing down a man who’s atrocities had yet to be stopped. If you missed he’d probably kill you first but either way you’d get what you wanted. But you’d be the killer he saw in you.

//

You didn’t know you fell asleep until a soft caress brushed against your face till your eyes grew strong enough to open. Ransom’s brow was furrowed as he looked at you as if you’d been lost for days. “Hey, angel.” His voice was soft as you leaned further towards his touch.

“Don’t go,” you muttered, your throat hoarse from abuse.

“Not leaving you ever again,” he nodded. “You learned your lesson.”

“I’m sorry,” you cried into his affection, just happy to see another living person who wasn’t Steve.

In reality you weren’t sorry for trying to escape, you were sorry you gave up so easily when freedom was at your fingertips. You were sorry for not being stronger. You were sorry you couldn’t beat them, kill them, or stop them like you had promised.

“Aw, now don’t tell me you’re going soft on her already.” Steve scoffed from the door frame, shirtless with his slacks still unzipped and belt undone, his chest with the faint scratch marks that faintly drew blood exposed. “I just have one more thing in store for you.” He turned back around and returned to his bag of horrors you could only faintly see through the cracked door.

“Steve, I don’t think anything else necessary.” Ransom called out, one hand still holding your face as you refused to let him go. Hands that were too soft and never did a day of hard work in his life.

“It’s a treat, she behaved so well.” He came back in with a small food box, the kind you’d see in bakeries to show off a beautiful cake with thick icing that melted on your tongue. “Sit up.” Steve commanded with a firmness in his voice that he hadn’t used for Ransom. Ransom let go of your cheek and stepped aside, rotating around the room to stand at the door while Steve took up his spot at your bedside.

Holding the sheet to your chest you sat up in the bed, feeling exposed despite being in the room with the two men who had torn you apart time and time again.

Stabbing the fork into the mystery in the food box he displayed a cut of seared meat that resembled an expensive steak. “Open your mouth.” He grinned.

“I want you to taste what could’ve happened to you.”

Your stomach twisted as you cupped a hand over your mouth, in both terror and protection. “That’s not-“

“Say ahh,” he cooed as he tossed the box on your bedside table, the fork gripped tightly in his fist.

“That’s not necessary-“ Ransom chimed in.

“Shut the fuck up!” Steve yelled, the vein in his forehead protruding with anger, not bothering to look back at him only just peering into your soul like he was ready to watch it crack. “Open your fucking mouth, before I break your jaw sweetheart.”

You shook your head, frozen in time the way you remember seeing Finn. “I saved this slab special for you.” With his free hand he latched around your wrist yanking it from your mouth with the strength similar to a superhuman. “Remember your friend? Sarah?”

“Stop!” You screamed trying to pry yourself free. Steve placed the handle of the silverware between his teeth before pushing you flat, and straddled over you again, his knees weighing against your arms restraining them. You wrestled below him, your mouth drawn together so tight you thought your teeth were going to puncture through the skin.

With his hands free as his knees kept you in place, he pinched your nose shut as you violently tossed and turned your head back and forth. “The only way you’re going to breathe is by opening that bitch mouth of yours.”

Your lungs burned out quickly, the meat nearly pressed to your mouth, waiting to poison you with the meal he had prepared for you with great detail.

Oxygen depravity made your ears pop and vision grow blurry as you felt your heart thump with every beat like a clap of thunder in the woods.

You tried to look for Ransom through the tangling of your limbs, silently screaming for help. It was like you couldn’t hear anything other than sharp ringing like a nail on a chalkboard, you watched his lips move, but it felt like it was all in slow motion but you knew it was happening at super speed.

Ransom latched onto Steve’s shoulder, throwing him to the floor like a rag doll and the breath you finally took was deep as if you’d never get a chance to breathe air again. Your arms were already casting a dark bruising where he knelt on them to hold you down.

“Drysdale!” Steve screamed as if his voice was a message from the Gods.

Your lungs burned as you tried to take in oxygen, each raspy attempt punctuated with a coughing fit. But nothing silenced a room more than seeing Ransom reach to his back and pull a gun that was hidden on waistband.

“Stay. The fuck. Down.” Ransom’s body drew stiffer than you had seen, a wave washed over him and created a new person, one you had yet to meet.

“You’d never do it,” Steve laughed, slowly hoisting himself up. “You’re a fucking pussy, that’s nothing more than a play pretend toy to you. Pansy ass mommas boy.”

The thick sound of a gunshot echoed through the chamber of the basement like a music hall. You clutched your hands over your ears with the drop of your jaw.

“Get. Out. Now. Consider this your only warning.” Ransom commanded through grit teeth standing above Steve who had curled in on himself at the bullet that came flying past his head. “Unless you want the next bullet to not be a little too much on the left, you need to get out and never fucking come back.”

Despite having just been shot at, Steve pretended to be calm, as if he wasn’t shaking and his ears weren’t ringing like the rest of yours. “Consider me gone,” he raised his hands in surrender he didn’t mean, grabbing the box from the night stand. “Just trying to make sure my girl gets some good meat in her somehow.”

Steve looked down to you quaking in the bed, the sheet readjusted glued to your chest. His expression was similar to one of a coyote chasing a rabbit through the dark. Like you were his prey. His hollow eyes never left yours as he took a bite of the steak, juices of marinade rolling down his wrist.

No snarky come back was needed when he watched over you and ate the human being who you barely knew and yet became so attached to. You knew she had died long ago, it was naive to think otherwise, but now you knew for certain that Sarah was dead. You never knew what Sarah looked like, you never would, but you knew what was left of her body looked like. Steve called her a slab of meat, because that was all that was left. Her life disintegrating like oil on a hot pan.

“I’ll see ya’ angel,” he nodded before being led out of the room at Ransom’s gun point. “And Drysdale, I expect your balance to be paid on her by tomorrow evening or else I’ll come back here and make you watch me kill her and fucking eat her.”

You could feel your skin burn all at once like a heat wave as the procession of beeps and doors slamming at Steve’s exit but it was nothing but TV static. In the corner of your eye you spotted the stray fork with a chunk of your dead mystery friend and you were quick to keel over and reenact The Exorcist.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” Ransom returned to the room, tucking his gun in his waistband like a wannabe cowboy who comes and saves the town from the big bad villain. “I didn’t know, God I didn’t know.”

In shock and anger you could only look at what just expelled from you on the once pristine sheets. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him as he wiped up your face. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Ransom lifted you gently like you were made of glass, and at that moment you were made of glass. Glass under tons and tons of heavy pressure on the brink of shattering.

The ringing from the gunfire never left your ears as you disassociated so deeply you had barely registered him carrying you to the bathroom and getting you in the bathtub. Your mind ran so fast that it felt like nothing at all. Like if you stick your hand in a rushing current of a creek you and feel it all flow with power, the bubbling of the fast pace where they meet. And yet if you pull your hand out your hand was just wet, as if you had stuck your hand in still water instead.

“She’s still on the floor.” Was the first thing you could say, you aren’t sure how much time had passed but the way the water was starting to cool it had likely been a bit. “The piece of her, it’s on the floor.” Your throat burned.

“I’ll take care of it,” he nodded, standing up from kneeling beside the tub. “Just stay here, I’ll take care of it.”

You wanted to say, where else would I go? But it felt too soon for sarcasm.

“Don’t throw her away down here.” You said before he stepped out. “Don’t throw it away in the trash down here, just…take it upstairs.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t have done that down here.” He replied. And like the way water rushes through a river he was gone and you stayed like you were cemented to the tub.

A part of you was relieved to know Sarah was real. Hallucinations were expected when taken off your medicine, you just weren’t sure how soon they came. At least you know she was real, what her fate was, you’re not sure if that was better than never finding out. Her story would now only live through me, though my words, if I would ever actually get the chance to leave the basement, I won’t stop speaking of her, because I am what is left of her existence.

It was surreal knowing the only thing between you and Sarah was the fact Ransom heard you scream and you peaked his sick interest. If that hadn’t happened you’d be cut down bit by bit like an old car stripped for parts. A slab of meat.

They were no longer looking for you. To read the words aloud that you’ve just about been declared dead while you’re still alive made you feel like you were drowning and the lifeboat was too far away. I’m still here.

The police were so eager to give answers and to look like mighty fucking heroes that they just assumed it was you with so little evidence. Steve was right, he wasn’t the only sick and twisted person in the world, that I could’ve gotten in that guys car instead and ended up really dead in the woods. Now the closure to the family of whoever that really is will never be given because they will never know that you were alive this whole time.

She was just another girl who trusted the wrong man and paid her life for it. That could’ve been you, she could’ve been you, that there wasn’t just one monster in the world, that there was more alike in such close proximity. Will her killer ever be caught now? No one was looking for her so no one was looking for him.

You had only noticed that you’d been moved from the water as a soft towel had been wrapped around your shivering body and Ransom’s body heat had begun to bring you back to life. When you had snapped back into reality you found yourself lying curled up in Ransom’s rocking arms on the now stripped bed in just a towel.

You pushed against him and stood to your feet with no resistance. “You’re…a fucking monster.” You had begun to cry and yet you still hadn’t looked him in the face since Steve was here. “You knew what he was going to do.”

“I know,” he tried to stand, his words hollow. “I know I did and I’m so fucking sorry.”

“Stay where you fucking are!” You yelled, gripping the towel to you. “You asked him to hurt me, you asked him to do this.”

“I didn’t ask him to do that.” he raised his hands in defeat, kneeling to the floor like he was being arrested. “I swear to God I didn’t ask him to do this, I didn’t call him.”

“You sat watching your fucking cameras while he tortured me, he made me read to him about how no one is looking for me.” You thought about kicking him in his stupid fucking face. “You sat in whatever dark fucking hole you go to when you watch your sick fucking cameras like I’m some god damn tv show.”

“I know, I know.” His voice was broken but it was hard for you to feel any sort of sorry for him. “I swear to God, I didn’t fucking call him, I didn’t fucking ask him to do this, I didn’t know about Sarah, I didn’t know about your friend.”

“So who fucking called him?” You scoffed. “He just get a hankering for torture and you let him come right down like he was going to the fucking circus or something?”

“Someone in my family must’ve called him.” Ransom shook his head. “Someone in my family must’ve called him and told him what happened, and that you needed to be punished because I couldn’t do it. I grew too soft, I just want you to be happy here.”

“Why would your grandfather call Steve if he’s been the one helping you pay to keep me alive? Did he just want first dibs on whatever piece he wanted to eat?”

“I don’t know, I don’t know if it was him or someone else, but I’m so sorry and I’ll make sure you never have to see him again.”

“Is it true, what he said?” You refused to look him in the eye still, only at your feet or at the spot in the wall you’ve stared at a thousand times when you couldn’t fall asleep. “There’s a balance on my head? That he can come take me whenever he wants?”

“I’d never let him do that.”

You laughed. “Oh yeah? And what would you do, Ransom? Would you wave your gun around and threaten him some more?”

“He’s never going to see you again.” Ransom had slowly begun to stand to his feet like the passionate feeling of his words was bringing him to life. “I’d burn this place to the ground and we’d leave in the middle of the night, go where not him, or anyone could find us.”

You could only laugh at his stupidity and broken promises, you were too exhausted to play into his delusions like you often do.

“Look at me,” Ransom demanded, grabbing you by the jaw to look him in his bloodshot eyes for the first time in what felt like years. “There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I’d burn down everything I own and never speak to my family again for you. I’d kill for you if you asked me to.”

“I have never felt this way about another human being before, fuck, I never thought this feeling was possible but it is. You own ever bit of me just as much as I own you and so help me god I will fucking kill that man, I should’ve fucking killed him for just for touching you but I do not want you to witness more violence and death than you have. I want you to live a happy, comfortable life, I want to take care of you, I want-no I need you to feel my devotion to you.”

You didn’t realize you were crying until his thumb caressed your weeping tear from under your eye. “Do you mean it?”

“I could die a happy man knowing I’ve been gifted you in my life. The feeling of you the taste of you the sound of your voice even when you’re yelling at me that you hate me. All of it, all of you, I know you more than you realize and you know more of me than I’ve ever known myself. As long as I am alive I’m devoted to you.”

He jumped in surprise at the feeling of you kissing him. He was hesitant, cautious, scared of scaring you off. “I don’t want to push you and make you feel like you need to do this, it’s been a long day we can wait.”

“I know,” you pulled away breathlessly. “I need to forget everything about him, I need to feel you, need you in me till you’re all I can think of.”

Ransom groaned against your lips before yanking you into his arms, you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist.

His touch was heavy like you had never felt it, like he needed you or else he was going to die. He turned you and laid you gently on the bed. You began to fiddle with his belt buckle and he pulled your wrist away. “No; I just want to take care of you right now.”

“Please Ransom,” you whined against his lips. “I don’t want this to feel like a favor, I want this to feel like I’m being with all of you.”

“If that’s what you want anything for you, angel.” His lips left yours and traveled down your jaw and your neck where you knew he loved to be the most. “I can feel your pulse on my tongue and it’s driving me fucking crazy.”

Shallow breaths and bucking hips filled the room. His strong hands groping every part of you like he was trying to read a love poem in braille. With shaking over stimulated hands you pulled off his clothes, his skin warm with desire. As he assisted your wishes and helped you undress him, his cock was already hard, a bead of cum leaking from his tip.

“Need you so fucking badly,” he whined into your neck as he slid his fingers back and forth over your fast growing arousal. With his hip he guided your legs apart so he could feel you.

“Ran,” you gasped as his fingers pushed deep into you, contracting around him.

“Need to make you cum first,” Ransom left your neck and pressed his raw lips back to yours. “Squeezing me so good sweetheart such a good girl for me.”

You dug your nails into his back as the thin chain of mother Mary that never left his neck brushed against yours. “Gonna let me take care of you, princess? Gonna make such a mess for me aren’t you? My fingers aren’t going to stop fucking you till she’s crying for me.”

“Yes, daddy.” You moaned, your enthusiasm driving his thrusting fingers to curl exactly where you needed them. “Fuck.”

“Oh is that is, angel?” You could feel his obnoxious grin against your face. “That right where you need me? Is that where my little girl needs her daddy to keep fucking?”

A hiccuped moan left your lips as your head drew back. You reached for his cock between the two of you, your hand stroking against his throbbing length. “Oh no no, none of that baby, I didn’t say you could do that.” With one hand he gathered your wrists and restrained them loosely above your head. “Don’t you dare think about moving those hands, I know you’re gonna be my good girl and keep ‘em’ to yourself till I’m finished with you.”

“I’m sorry,” you whined as the impending burning grew inside of you. “Please, please don’t stop. Need your fingers in me, mine can’t do it like yours.”

Ransom cooed with pretend sympathy. “You poor thing, can’t even fuck your self right, need daddy to come and do it for you?” A cry left your lips as his words had you feeling weak in the knees. “She knows she's mine, that pretty little pussy. And you’re squeezing me so god damn right you’re about to cum, I can feel it, isn’t that right? You’ gonna cum for me, gonna make me proud.”

“Please,” your words were practically unintelligible. “Gonna cum, daddy-fuck.”

“Atta girl, make me proud, cum for me.” His fingers fucked into you at a relentless speed until something snapped deep inside you and he curled into his chest and the embarrassing sound of the mess between your legs felt like it echoed off the walls.

“Look at that pretty fuckin’ mess you made for me.” Ransom kissed your jaw as you came down from your high, his hand now soaked with your release, tenderly stroked between your thighs. Your hips bucked in sensitivity as his fingers passed over your clit. “So proud of you, such a good girl for me. Do you think you can take me tonight, sweetheart? Do you wanna wait a bit? Todays been a stressful day for you-“

“Shut up and fuck me,” you cut him off kissing his lips. “Need to feel you, only you, please.” You yanked him by the neck to sit beside you on the edge of the bed. You were quick to roll and straddle him his lap. “Please, Ransom. I don’t want to feel…him ever again, just want you.”

The two of yous lips barely left each other, only briefly parted for lustful words and praises and needed rushed breaths. This didn’t feel like anything you had ever experienced, never with Ransom. It felt like you couldn’t stop kissing him if you tried, that there was a new fire burning inside you that was being pulled to him like a magnet.

“You wanna ride me, sweetheart? Wanna be a big girl for me and ride me?” He taunted with his hand stroking your waist, trying to restrain himself from taking over. “Show me how bad you need me. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

With a whimpering nod, too brain dead to form any real words you aligned him with yourself.

“God fucking damn,” Ransom groaned out with a his as you slid down his length. “That’s it, pretty girl, nice and slow.”

He held you close to him sitting upright as you began to ride him. The heavy breathing and warm skin between the two of you was all you could feel. Ransom wouldn’t leave any part of you, wrapping his arms around you, trying to keep you as close as possible as if your separation would be his death sentence.

“Feels’ so good,” you whined, your hips now beginning to move.

“Atta girl,” he grunted, restraint prevalent on his face. “Missed feeling you like this, fuck.”

Ransom met your thrusts down with him, silently begging for more but letting you be in charge. You needed it as badly as he needed you. You could feel his misguided devotion coursing through him.

“Never letting go of you. You got that, sweetheart?” He moved his hand to caress your hair, holding his lips just barely to yours. You whimpered against his lips, his heavy breathing beating on you. “Need you to say it, angel. I’m never gonna let you get away, mine forever, I fucking need you always.

“Need…you…too.” You whispered your lips ghosting over each other as sweat formed against you but he wouldn’t dare seperate from you if he could be any closer against you he would be. “Always yours.”

“Good girl, that’s right.” He beat his hips up to yours, the tell signs of his orgasm approaching with the way his voice became wines and his lips faintly separate. “Can’t help it, need to fuck you hard, need to cum deep in you, so god damn close.”

Ransom slammed your hips to his, the maneuver against your clit sending you over. He fucked into you like his life depended on it as he railed you through your orgasm. You were grateful at least he knew to take control as your brain began to shut off.

“Cum for me,” he grunted. “I’m gonna fill you…fuck…gonna cum deep inside…”

As the mind numbing orgasm road itself out you could feel him cumming deep inside you.

The heavy breathing between the two of you ricochet off of each other as you could feel his heart race over his chest. “Never letting you go. I always need you. No one’s ever going to touch you again… I belong to you and you belong to me…”

You nodded breathlessly. “I know.”

///

The next morning felt like you were coming out of a deep hibernation. The sound of food being made in the other room and the smell gracing your senses with the fainted light from the other room peaking through the cracked bedroom door.

You wiped the dreaded sleep from your eyes as you rolled over to the side of the bed.

9:48

Your alarm clock had reappeared in the night. His olive branch of giving you back your sense of time.

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A/n: this was dark im sorry I know not everyone has the stomach for it. I don’t know for sure how I want this to end so I’ve been hesitant to post if I change my mind on a detail I had already posted. When Fresh first came out I made a post breaking down the religious symbolism throughout the movie and although it’s not required to read for the story, the points I make do reflect in the writing. Kneeling on grains of rice is an old punishment tactic, from my understanding it’s primarily used in the south but I’m sure it’s used everywhere.

— Steve playing with your pussy

— Steve being rough with you

— Steve fucking you while you’re tied up

— Steve giving you a creampie

— Steve loves to play with his little pet

— Steve torturing you in the best way possible

— Steve putting you in handcuffs as he fucks you from behind

His eyes carefully watched every move she made whilst she gingerly tip toed around his house, tracing 'the' painting before shyly complimenting how pretty it all was. A drawn out sigh escaped his lips as he looked back down at the drinks he was preparing, biting his lip to contemplate between putting the pill in her glass or discarding it.

A few moments passed like that before a quiet grunt followed a curse out of his mouth when he reverted his eyes back up to her unsuspecting figure leaning against the bookshelf as she peered at the contents of it. With a shake of his head, the man decided to toss the drug in the kitchen bin.

"Come here, pet~" Steve sweetly called out to Y/n as he made his way to the couches with both the glasses in his hands, taking a sip from his own mix while holding out the other for her to take. 

"You have such a pretty house, sir" he could tell she was still in awe as she observed everything with parted lips, looking all the way up to the ceiling and around like an excited child, feet approaching the older's figure seated on a sofa before she reached for the glass using one of her hands. Steve opened his mouth to respond but was cut short before he could even begin. "It is totally like those fancy haunted houses and lairs of rich serial killers in movies" he couldn't help but bite his lip at her naive honesty.

Oh, if only she knew… 

"Ah, you caught me" a giggle danced its way past her rosey pink lips as his slender fingers snaked around her free wrist before tightening themselves just enough to pull her body against the couch next to the man. "I've bodies in the basement that I cut and sell piece by piece" although true, the words were so horrible that Y/n just laughed, deeming them those of the joking sort as she blushed due to the proximity of their bodies, her lack of experience in matters of passion obvious. 

"Oh, somebody save me~" she added to the 'joke', taking a sip of her drink and clicking her tongue to register the taste of the contents in it. "My Master is a cannibal killer~" that was one of the many things Steve loved about her. How she was so innocent and oblivious, always expecting the same treatment that she gave others in return for herself because, 'why wouldn't they?'

Never once thinking ill of, or for someone. 

It was so… refreshing. 

She just had to be his. 

"I am sorry, little one" he felt a new kind of thrill out of this little game of 'pretend' as he turned to fully face her, placing one elbow against the rest of the couch a few inches adjacent from her face, taking a sip of his drink. "I hate to be the one to break it to you, but there's no escape now." His free hand tenderly brushed the strands covering a side of her pretty face, tongue running over his lips at the sight of her inviting ones. "This house is your world now." While he meant his words, the unsuspecting girl giggled, thinking them nothing more than playful banter. 

"Mmm~" placing her head against the couch, Y/n pouted as she took a sip of her own drink. "I think I am drunnnkkk~" Steve bit his lip as he felt slight discomfort travel between his legs. 

She was so fucking precious. 

You might just be the death of me… 

None of the other ones were like her. They had never been. 

"Funny you say that because there is actually no alcohol content in yours" the shade of pink in her cheeks deepend as she huffed and pouted in embarrassment, forcing a chuckle out of the older. 

"This is not fair, sir!" The girl whined out as she sat up straighter, scowling at him. "You said I get to be a big girl tonight!" Humming along her adorable protests, Steve memorized every inch, corner and crevice of her face, feeling himself get more and more fond of her every passing second. "Big girls can drink!" 

"You know the rules, baby." Was his only response which seemed to fire the girl up even more. 

"But this is REALLY not fair! What would one drink-!" Y/n's breath was forced out of her in a shudder when Steve silently cupped her cheeks, eyes scanning all the details her body had to offer before his fingers travelled down to her throat, thumb softly caressing the skin there. 

"You were saying?" Raising an eyebrow, the man smirked at her heavy breathing and loss of words. 

He loved how reactive she was to him. 

"I was… saying…?" Y/n wondered aloud, tilting her head to the side as she raked her brain for aid. 

"Yes, you were saying…?" Steve loved the effect he had on her. The obvious imbalance of power always had him wanting more and more of her. Oh how sweet the surrender and submissiveness she provided was. Addicting. 

No other sub had ever been able to give him the thrill she provided. The man did not know how a girl so beautiful and loving had kept herself pure and untainted for as long as she did but he was glad. Not that he had ever longed for salvation but now he was convinced she was his. 

It was a perfect match. Y/n belonged with him. That was the only way this all made sense. It was the only way this could make sense. 

Someone like himself would never right for him. And she would not truly belong to a person similar to herself. No, no. 

This was right. This, was balanced. This, was how it had to be. This was what made sense. 

Nothing else. 

"I mean… I am just… saying… sir…" All sense of defiance deserted her as she felt herself getting smaller and smaller under his strong gaze, gulping down the bile in her throat as she struggled to continue, flushing when he hummed and nodded for her to continue, now staring directly into her eyes. "O- One sip… won't hurt…" Steve's tongue ran along his teeth as he grinned, loving how the demand had reduced from drinks to a drink, and now to a sip. 

This was their first ever real date. Before tonight they had met in coffee shops once or twice after exchanging numbers in a bondage store. He still remembered how clueless and flushed she was, clearly intimidated by the keeper of the store as she nodded along to everything he said, gently touching the various toys and articles displayed. 

Steve was there for shopping of his own and since he had been looking for a new victim -at the time- he had approached her, excusing the male who was very obviously doing her no help but only confusing her. He remembered how her teary eyes had gleamed as she thanked him for the help, struggling to explain how she walked in just to observe but the attendant adamantly pushed on and on. He could tell she was socially anxious. The work he'd done in the psychiatric department during his residency had taught him some things about such matters. 

The man had found himself loving how she opened up to him. And as he took her to the nearest coffee shop to help her calm down, he learned that she did not do that with everyone. It had made him feel special. 

After that, it was destiny. One thing led to another and before they knew it, they had developed a friendship. And then one day Steve took a risk and asked her why she had really been at the store that day. To his surprise, -as Y/n was actually very, very shy especially when it came to things like these- the girl confessed her taste for… unconventional activities of the bedroom. Not that she'd ever indulged in any, but he remembered her saying how she'd want to experience that with someone worthy some day. 

Oh. He still remembered how he had to relieve himself twice and some more later that day. 

The way she knew how to guard her perfect self and dignity while still being so fragile and supple. 

Y/n was truly one of a kind and his most prized possession. So whilst he found the submission by letting someone become a part of himself beautiful, he found himself wanting her to be a part of his life even more.

For once, he'd abandon his selfish ways because she deserved it and everything fine and good he could give her. 

She was his special one. His pure one. His pet. 

There would never be another like her. 

"Just a sip, huh?" His own breathing had deepened as he raised an eyebrow, pulling her closer by the hold he had on her throat, thumb reaching for her chin and caressing it as his hand travelled back up the length of her neck. 

Y/n nodded, pupils dilated with desire as she felt his digit toy with her bottom lip. "Y- Yes, sir…"

"Seeing as today is a special day, I think I can arrange that for you, pet…" His hand was back to caressing her now really warm cheek as his thumb invaded the moist cavern of her mouth, a sigh escaping him at the sight as well as the feeling of her lips tightening around the object of said intrusion. 

Steve took a decent sip of his drink before nearing her lips and dragging his thumb halfway out of Y/n's mouth before applying pressure on her lower jaw and prying it open. A whimper escaped the girl as she realized what was coming, feeling heat pool between her hips as she increased the gap between her lips, obediently waiting for the man to release the drink in her mouth. 

"Uh, uh, uh~" Steve warned after transferring the contents in his mouth to hers, using his wet thumb to push the droplet that was trying to escape her mouth by trickling down one of the corners, his digit forcing it back in with the rest of it. "Good girl~" he praised her patience as she stayed still in the same position, liquid filled mouth opened wide as she awaited his command. "Swallow it away, baby." 

She was too good. 

The younger closed her mouth and swallowed the strong beverage, face twisting and tender features hardening in response to the bitter taste. 

"Ew, gross" Steve found the response beautiful. 

So pure. 

"See," placing their empty glasses on the coffee table, the male stood up to his height and held out his hands for hers before pulling her up to her feet when she reached for him, pecking her lips. "This is why you should always listen to me. Because…?" Raising an eyebrow, he waited for her to continue. 

"Master knows best, sir."

"Good girl." 

There was a brief moment of silence and stillness before they latched onto each other like starved savages, Steve easily dominating Y/n and the inexperienced one letting him as they stumbled the way to 'his room', the sloppy sounds their lips were making loud in the otherwise quiet house, a moan leaving the girl when the male's tongue invaded her mouth, his hands carefully holding the sides of her face to cease her in his grip to restrain her against him and away from the rest of the world, yet soft enough to not scare her. 

Steve refused to mess this up for himself. 

Once in the room, the male backed up after placing the girl in front of him, dark eyes carefully watching her standing obediently in place as he seated himself on the edge of the bed. 

"Go ahead now, pet. Be a dear and show Master his property" placing one hand besides him on the bed, he leaned against it, manspreading as he sighed while adjusting his hips to ease his erection a little. 

Y/n's whole face flushed at his words as she bit her bottom lip, gaze shying away from his as she understood what he meant, the dull ache between her legs speeding up a little more. 

"Hey, hey!" He called out to her, snapping his fingers to get her attention as she was blushing with her gaze fixated on the ground now, fingers softly fumbling with the hem of her dress. "Here, eyes up here" Steve ordered, indulging deeper in his Dom space. "Come on now, pet. You have been such a good girl tonight. Don't go off ruining it for yourself, now. Eyes up where I can see them." 

"Sorry, Master" despite how shy and embarrassed she felt, Y/n forced herself to reconnect her gaze with his, wanting to please him at all costs. 

"Good girl." Her fingers reached for the strings holding her dress together, pulling at them and letting the fabric loose. "Good girl~" Steve drew the praise out this time, gulping before running his tongue across his lips again. "Just like that~" his words were both encouraging and warm, providing confidence as she slowly pulled her arms out of the steeves, taking a long inhale before pulling it down her breasts, breath hitching when it brushed past her torso and then eventually down the length of her beautiful legs, defensively covering her exposed cushions when she stood back up.

"Simply gorgeous~" Steve continued to praise her as his eyes travelled up and down her body that he was seeing this exposed for the first time, clicking his tongue when they stopped at her arms that were curled against her front. "Come on, now. Remove those arms for me, baby. Aren't you going to let me see my property?" 

"N- No, sir… I- I am" taking in one last breath, the girl lowered her arms and let them hang freely at her sides, shivering as her nipples hardened in response to the room temperature, goosebumps rising on her skin as the realisation of just how exposed she really was seeped in deeper and deeper. 

Steve took his sweet time admiring the view, hand slowly teasing his bulge as he whimpered under his breath. "Come here." The steps she took were given an eyebrow raise as the male slowly tilted his head to the side. "Nu- uh. I've taught you how good dolls walk for their Masters, tch" her cheeks burned brighter, streaks of the colour now starting to travel down to her neck as she whimpered out a hushed apology, lowering herself on all fours before slowly starting to crawl towards the man. 

"Good pet." His occupied hand reached for her neck when she was in reach, pulling her shy body closer to himself, Steve placed both his feet against the insides of Y/n's knees before forcing them apart, causing the younger to yelp and stumble face first in his crotch. 

"S- Sorry, Master! I am sorry!" The girl scrambled back up in embarrassment, having a hard time staying in place because of the foreign position she'd been forced in, a shudder escaping her when she felt a slight breeze caress her now fully exposed sex. 

"Aren't you a cutie, hm?" Steve's pupils were blown wide with lust, the nervousness radiating off Y/n fuel for his libido. "Look at you all red and shy like you're not soaking for me down… here" a loud gasp resounded in the room when he swiftly moved forward and reached for her wet cunt, two fingers brushing the hot folds of flesh before slipping further south and feeling the tight and virgin entrance, causing the upper half of Y/n's body to spasm in response, knees starting to shake from the unexpected violation. 

"M- Master~" the girl moaned, trembling hands curled against his knees for support as the older continued to feel and caress every inch and crevice of her pulsating sex, dark eyes savoring every gasp and flinch of her body. 

"So tight, so innocent, aren't you?" Y/n nodded, biting her bottom lip at the feeling, hips slowly trying to rock against his arm for better stimulation. "Yet you are dripping just from being naked, tsk." Not being able to resist the temptation, he reached for the beautiful length of her throat with his free hand, caressing the middle before pulling her closer and applying a small bit of pressure. "I'd be humiliated if I were you, you know. Having to strip down to nothing in front of someone fully dressed. But then there's you, moaning and fucking yourself against my fingers."

"P- Please… please, sir… so, so good…" She pleaded, tiny droplets of sweat decorating her skin as a few of her strands sticking to it. "Please…" It was the first time she had ever been touched by someone other than herself down there. She felt small. Powerless. Completely at the mercy of the man before her. 

"Such a needy pet I have" the man chuckled when she moaned in response to his fingers disconnecting with her core as he brought them up to his lips and licked them clean, humming at the sweet taste as his other hand choked her harder now, causing her lips to fall open to try and suck in oxygen, nostrils flaring as she tilted her head back, hips subconsciously rocking in the air still, cunt desperate for stimulation. 

"What was that?" Steve questioned when she mouthed him a silent and breathless please, hand forcing her face closer to his ear as he released her airway just enough to allow her to gasp some air in. "Come on, pet. Tell me what you want." 

"You, Master… please… you. I need you" not used to waiting this long as she usually relieved herself right away, Y/n pleaded through her teary vision, gulping down the bile in her throat. "Need you. Need you so bad…" Her words snapped something in him and he stilled for a moment before pulling her even closer, grinning down at her sickly while his other hand pushed away the hairs sticking to her pretty face. 

"You need me, huh baby?" The girl nodded.

"Only you, Master. So bad… please." Oh if only she had the slightest idea of how his messed up mind was registering those words. "Felt so good… please…" 

"Good. You should only ever want me because only I know what you like. Only I can give you what you need." Standing up, he let his thumb caress her lips again.

"No one but you, sir…" She promised, obediently peeking up at him through her long lashes. 

"Good doll…" The man praised in response before biting his lip and leaning his hips closer to her face, brushing his aching bulge against her nose. "You feel that, pet? This is what you do to me." Y/n only moaned in response, noting to herself the information that she liked having his crotch rubbed in her face, the hardness caressing the tip of her nose as she sighed in contentment before unintentionally pressing a kiss to the area. 

Steve ceased all movement as he felt a cold shiver run down his spine. Fuck. This. This was a whole another kind of submission. Foreign, yes, but definitely victorious among all the other ones he'd experienced before. And to think this was coming from a virgin; a blank slate. All his to paint and mould however he would desire. Pulling and pushing her in every and any way he wanted. He would be all she would ever know. Nothing more, nothing less. Uncontaminated. Truly honest. Beautiful. His. 

If this wasn't perfection, Steve didn't know what was. Just what was real, if not this. Destiny, or salvation could not be anything else but this supple and untainted girl before him whom he'd colour in that of his own. Perfect in his mercy. Beautiful in his arms, or… under his cock. 

Just where she belonged. 

Y/n whimpered as she was pulled up to her feet before Steve closed the distance between them and kissed her with a passion so warm she could feel the heat radiating off him, moaning at the taste of his tongue when it invaded her own before starting to explore the rest of her mouth, her body trusting his and letting itself be guided in whatever direction he moved her in, her brain only focused on the rough kiss she was struggling to keep up with, lungs churning for air with each passing second before eventually be provided with relief when the man pulled back to push her down against the soft mattress, not breaking eye contact as he rid himself of his clothes. 

"Get up there and spread. Show me how much you need me. Present yourself like a worthy toy if you want to be treated like one." 

Letting go of all formality and dignity, Y/n desperately backed herself to the middle of the bed, laying down before divorcing her legs and moaning as she separated her petals, looking back up as she felt the mattress dip only to gasp when her hand was smacked away. 

"Only Master gets to touch that" clicking his tongue, Steve pumped his length as he spread them himself with his other hand now, licking his lips at the sight of her tiny hole that winked in response to the exposure. It pleased him to know that he was all it would ever know. So fucking much. 

"Please, sir… please… I need you so bad, please…" Y/n's lips parted and formed a faint 'O' shape when Steve pushed one of his fingers in leaking opening of her sex, impatient yet gentle in trying to work it open for his cock that would surely rip her open otherwise. "S- So good…" The upper half of her body collapsed against the mattress as her hands instinctively placed themselves above her head, fingers tangling in her own hair. 

"Good girl. You're doing so good. I am so proud of you, pet." The male praised as he bit back his moan that formed due to the feeling of her tight cavity clinging to his digit, making soft squelching sounds as he slowly worked up a rhythm. 

"S- So full… So… good, sir~" Y/n was not the brave experimentalist and so his finger alone had her eyes rolling to the back of her head, the ring of muscles governing her entrance trying to tighten themselves shut when Steve pushed another finger in, scissoring them as he slightly curled them inside her, the intensity of the stimulation heating up her insides as she squeaked and tried to close her legs only to whine she found her legs trapped under his knees. 

"Want to close them already, huh? Tsk. And to think that I haven't even started fucking you yet." The male mused with a smirk as he now placed his tip against her now somewhat worked opening, replacing his cock with fingers before the stubborn flesh muscles tried to retreat back to their places.