#serial!killer timothee

“Oh, you’re up,” a man’s voice you didn’t recognize sounded. 

You said nothing, wincing as you turned your head too fast toward the voice. 

“Careful, you hit your head pretty good on the way down here.” 

You couldn’t remember that. 

You couldn’t remember...anything.

The man took steps toward you, crouching once he was close enough to touch you. You turned your head to the side. You didn’t want to see him; you didn’t want him to touch you.

“Don’t worry, kitten, I won’t hurt you.” 

Kitten?

“Who are you?” You finally said, your voice cracking, partly from fear the rest from a burning in your throat that made speaking hurt like hell. Were you screaming on the way down there?

His fingers grasped your chin, turning your head to face him. Your eyes were slightly blurry, but you could see his features. Dark, curly hair and a sharp jaw line. A pair of dark eyebrows sat just above his piercing green eyes. He was skinny and much tall; even crouched down in front of you he towered over you. Normally, you’d find a creature this genetically blessed mesmerizing. But you were tied to a pole, and he was looking at you with a maniacal sort of twinkle in his eye that made any ounce of want for him disappear. 

“Darling,” he said. 

What was with the fucking pet names?

“I can’t tell you that.” His knees popped as he stood back up and walked around you. 

“Why?

His shoes clicked as he came back around as he stalked his prey and faced you again. 

“Because then you’ll tell everyone I killed all of your friends.” 

He said it simply, like it was as common an occurrence as checking the mail. 

Your eyes widened, and you were certain you could feel your own pupils dilate. 

“Oh,” he said, putting a hand in front of his mouth, feigning shock. “You don’t remember do you?”

“Let me go. I won’t tell anyone anything, I swear. Let me go, please.” 

He rushed over to you, crouching again. 

“Shhh, don’t worry.” 

You started jerking against the pole, trying to push your hands through the rope that kept them bound together. You cried out as the skin began to peel away, exposing more raw, bloody flesh. 

“Easy, easy, love.” 

“Stop calling me names!” You said, spitting in his face. 

You were still as it landed on him. Right above that oddly perfect eyebrow. He let it drip down his face, and when it neared his lips, his let his tongue slip out, swiping your spit into his mouth.

“Mmm, you’re lucky you’re my favorite,” he growled. 

You cringed. You didn’t want to be his favorite. 

“But even favorites have to be punished.”

Your heart sank into your stomach when you heard his words. You didn’t know what he was going to do or what he was capable of doing, but he killed your friends and had you captive. Anything else that happened couldn’t be good. 

“We’re gonna have to fill that mouth of yours,” he said. 

You watched as his hands made his way down to his belt. He fumbled with it for a few seconds before pulling his zipper down with a sharp zip. 

How do you get out of this?

Better yet, how do you get out of this alive. 

You couldn’t run. 

You couldn’t even move.

So, you’d have to pretend. 

He pulled out his cock, stroking it delicately as he stepped toward you. 

“Gonna teach you a lesson. Open up.” 

Everything in you wanted to fight, to jerk your head to the side. But that wasn’t the way out of this. 

You obeyed him. Opening your mouth, your tongue hung out slightly. A perfect, pillowy platform for him to slide his dick against. 

“So obedient,” he said as he smacked your tongue with the tip of his cock. “I’m gonna teach you how to behave.” 

He didn’t give you a chance to prepare as he slammed his cock all the way into your mouth. You gagged immediately. 

“Mmm, I like that sound.”  He slid out slowly. You could feel every vein that popped out of the silky skin of his cock. Your eyes watered as he slid back in as slow as he came out. He touched the back of your throat, and the salty taste of precum slid down your throat. Your mouth hung open, as he fucked it. Spit and drool mixed with tears hung from your chin. Your throat made rhythmic gurgling sounds as he continued. 

He moaned as he pressed his palms against the same pole you were tied to, thrusting his hips back and forth. 

You had to make this count. You had to make this so good for him that he’d let you go. 

As he fucked your mouth, you bobbed your head, meeting each of his thrusts. It was hard with your hands tied behind your back. You’d normally grasp a man’s legs as you sucked him off. As he pulled out of your mouth, you hollowed your cheeks, sucking him so hard, his pull out was slower, strained. It was like sucking a thick milkshake through a straw. 

Only better. 

You suddenly had the overwhelming urge to make him cum. 

And he was holding back. Making it last as long as possible. 

You gagged and moaned on his cock, sucking him like your life depended on it. 

It did. 

His beat his fist into the pole. He was close to his release; you could tell by the tight muscles in his thigh. 

You wanted to touch yourself, but you couldn’t. 

It was torture. 

His cock twitched in your mouth. He slid in and out twice more as he unloaded himself into your mouth. 

When he was empty, he slid out, immediately grabbing your chin, keeping it locked shut. 

“There’s your first lesson, kitten. We don’t spit, we swallow.