#held captive

Slow Horses, s2e5

My former work colleague thought that she'd message me a photo of her bound and ballgagged.

What I didn't know was that she was actually being held captive and this was a ransom note.

(Kyojuro Rengoku x Fem! Reader)

Part 2

AN: Hello All! This is my first post on here so please be kind. I’ve wanted to do a religious Yandere for a while and Rengoku is one of my favs. I don’t plan on doing smut but definitely some heavy scenes and very suggestive (more then suggestive) content ahead. I’ll probably do multiple posts but we will see how the story unfolds. Thank you! Enjoy!

CW: Blood, Violence, Nudity, Profanity, Reader gets assaulted

He saw you. You came each day diligently with your offerings and he was always there when you came. It was one of his duties to collect the offerings of the Sanctuary near the end of the day.

Kyojuro knew himself to be a passionate man. Nay, passionate may have been too lukewarm a word. Yet there was no other word strong enough to describe him.

So passionate would have to suffice.

The Passions was therefore the perfect religion for him; the doctrine taught that all who felt strongly enough about a cause, would be driven enough to accomplish any goal. Their Passion would be rewarded.

Kyojuro loved his Faith, and being a man of the cloth gave him immense satisfaction, so naturally seeing others Passion and sincerity always pushed him to be better.

Not you however. Every day you came into the chapel, your offerings in hand, and a serene expression. Kyojuro was unsure how much Passion you truly felt. You seemed to be missing something.

There was a coldness inside of you that Kyojuro couldn’t wrap his head around.

Well, that wasn’t the only reason he watched you each night.

You were also…seductive. Intoxicating. Something Kyojuro knew in his bones was so very wrong to feel. Yet he couldn’t help it.

Each night you opened the doors to the chapel, it was freezing outside this time of year, and despite the chill, removed your scarf from your head as soon as you entered. Letting your h/c locks tumble down across your breasts.

Your dress was not made for winter. It fell scandalously low over your bosom. Tight and thin, so thin he was able to make out the outline of your breasts nipples poking through the fabric. Hard from the cool air.

You wanted to be looked at. Your lips were painted a scarlet red, like fresh berries plump and eager to be bitten.

Kyojuro felt his britches tighten over his groin and was thankful for the habit that covered him. You gazed up at the well-lit altar, and placed your offerings among the others before you knelt in submission.

Kyojuro moved to collect the offerings for the night and be on his way, and attempted to ignore his base desires. He lusted to take you right before his god that praised such passion, yet it was forbidden to one such as he.

As he moved in front of you he caught tears gliding down your face. Your eyes were closed, mouth open in prayer and for the first time, Kyojuro saw you cry.

Fuck.

You looked so tantalizing, your mouth open and ready. Eyes closed and teary, the mere sight had him holding back a growl in his throat.

“My good lady, may I be of any assistance to you? You seem to be in need of company.” He asked you in a delicate manner.

You looked up at him, his figure large and imposing. He took up almost your whole line of sight. Yet he did not frighten you, how odd since most men you came into contact with emanated an aura of danger.

They seemed like beasts, hungry for prey.

Perhaps he did not seem such, as he was a man of the Passions. A Devoted was not one to have such emotions you were sure, they were men whose passions were for higher things.

Perhaps he might even be sympathetic with your plight.

“I would not dare to trouble you Devoted One, I have only come to lay my troubles at the feet of They Who Hear Us. I dare not trouble one such as yourself.” You were aware of your station however and did not intend to inconvenience anyone, he more then likely had better things to be about then helping one such as you.

“Nonsense.” He knelt down in front of you on the cold marble flooring of the altar. “I wish only to serve you. Place yourself-your thoughts-bare before me.” He had halted briefly with a knowing smile as he spoke.

Could he know what you were?

No. Not a holy man such as he, it was impossible he had seen you in your place of dwelling.

“As you say, Devoted-“

“Kyojuro. You may call me Kyojuro.”

“Thank you, Devoted Kyojuro.” Your tears had subsided a bit but now you must tell him your sorrows and new tears welled up in your eyes. You bit your lip, refusing to wail before a man of the church.

His eyes strayed to your mouth, his gaze hot and heavy upon you. Despite the cold outside, the temperature of the room grew hotter. He realized you had begun to speak and broke out of his trance.

“You may cast me out when I tell you this, yet I can not bear the life I lead any longer! I-I-.” Your nerve was almost making you stop but surely he could lend some small comfort to you.

“I am a prostitute, Devoted Kyojuro.” His eyes widened yet he did not interrupt, so you continued to share your plight. “My family passed away several months ago, and they-” you bit down hard on your lip. “They had many debts. So many that the man they had borrowed from had been threatening them for some time. Rather than telling me this, they sold me to the debtor. They took their own lives shortly afterwards.” You cried bitterly, “I suppose out of guilt. Much good their guilt does to me. My body has become the plaything for any man who so pleases.”

You wrapped your arms around your scantily clad body. You didn’t own any clothes, and were only permitted to wear certain clothing the brothel provided. You missed the way his gaze dropped down to your now even more exposed breasts. By hugging yourself how you were, your cleavage was dangerously close to falling completely out. Kyojuro held his breath for fear he’d groan aloud at the sight.

“I have no way out. All I can do is come here to pray and ask They Who Hear Us for mercy.”

Kyojuro thought it made sense now why you dressed and acted how you did. Such an unfortunate life to have led. So many misfortunes to have forced upon you through no action of your own. Your family disgusted him, and he felt a snarl marring his features. He quickly smoothed his expression and took your face in his hand.

“My lady, I would never cast out one such as you. One who in the face of hardship continues to come back devoutly to our god. You are one who is prized above all others for your passion and commitment.” He wiped the tears from your rosy cheeks and shivered at how soft they were. Fuck you looked heavenly. Your eyes were glossy from tears and you looked almost hopeful at him. He wanted to see you make more expressions like that one. “I believe I have heard your words for a reason my lady. I believe I can help you.”

Your face broke out into a radiant smile, “Truly Devoted Kyojuro? Do you truly believe you can help?”

The smile he returned was absolutely wicked, yet all you saw was your savior.

“Oh yes. I believe I can.”

The next day Kyojuro could barely contain his excitement. The truth was, Kyojuro was one of the wealthiest men in the country. He came from a prestigious family and had inherited a sizable fortune. Not to mention his ranking in the church and the money he earned there. So he was not worried in the least about paying off your debt. He could have done that in an eyeblink. He was also very tempted to just burn the brothel to the ground along with the people you had been sold to.

That would get him into trouble though, he would normally have not cared much but if he were to be arrested, then he wouldn’t be able to be with you. That possibility was out of the question.

So Kyojuro planned on buying you out. Every brothel would sell their women for the right price, therefore that would be the easiest and quickest way to get you into his hands.

He hummed pleasantly to himself as he worked, Kyojuro planned on going to the brothel that evening, but before he could go he had to take care of his duties at the Sanctuary. As he worked he noticed a man dressed in rather slovenly clothing muttering to himself before the statues at the front of the Sanctuary. Having impeccable hearing, Kyojuro heard him quite plainly.

“Please allow me to have her for my own, I may be a poor man but my desires run as hot as any oh They Who Hear Us. Do not cast aside the feelings I offer thee. The lovely Y/N is all I desire.”

At this Rengoku almost choked, this urchin dared desire you for himself? The fact that disgusting vermin such as this man had even been in your presence, much less bed you made Kyojuro see red.

“One night is all I wish for, though it may seem impossible I could earn enough money for her, just one night.”

Had the man not yet taken you then, you said that you were a prostitute and therefore Kyojuro has assumed that your maidenhood had been taken. Perhaps it was still intact though, perhaps a virgin was priceless indeed and therefore they charged a remarkable sum to any who would take it. The idea of he himself being the one to claim it sent chills down his spine. Then another thought stirred within him, if they monitored you so closely, they likely had someone watching you to make sure none of the patrons you entertained took it upon themselves to enter you for the first time.

He really might just have to burn that brothel to the ground.

Not before he dealt with this filth first.

“Excuse me, Sir. You seem to be in need of council. May I be of any service to you?” The man’s guilty expression brought a grin to Kyojuros face. “Oh, no good Devoted One. Pay no mind to one such as I. I am simply praying for good fortunes.” The man smiled in a pained fashion, even looking at Kyojuro seemed too awkward to the wretch. As well it should, the man was a disgusting vermin to be praying for such a heinous desire. “Ah, a man of deep faith I see.” Kyojuro smiled cruelly at the man. “Allow me to show you to another altar then. There is an altar further into the Sanctuary where it is said all prayers laid at its base are answered. You seem to be a man in need of fulfillment.”

The man’s eyes widened, “truly? You would show me this place?” His eyes were filled with hope, gone was his shame.

Pathetic.

Kyojuro’s smile grew, “why yes. Follow me down this staircase here…”

Yandere! Jade & Floyd Leech x Reader

"What did we say about leaving the manor, Yuu?"

Tears in your eyes, you look at Jade's closed eye smile. You shake, feeling the fire of his burning rage as he addresses you. "I just- I just wanted to-" Strong hands dig into your shoulders, bruising the skin and threatening to tear holes in your top. You cease your explanation and whimper at the pain.

"That's not what he asked you, Shrimpy." Floyd's voice is looming behind your head. You don't have to see it to know how shrunk his eyes have become, the grip gives away how pissed he is.