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One cursory glance at the state of your body made you panic—bruises fading, cuts and cigarette burns scarring over without fresh marks to replace them. For the first week or so you were there, every part of your body pulsed with pain. He found your limits with the efficacy of a bloodhound and brutally forced you past each one. 

All you felt then was dull aching, kinda hungry, too. Didn’t bode well for your long-term survival.

You shifted on the old, lumpy mattress on the floor, stained with blood, sweat, and cum that reeked with the breakdown of others’ bodily fluids. Probably the girls in the Polaroids all over the walls. He’d taken a few of you since you’d been down there. Hadn’t done that recently, either. Mostly came down there to feed you, take you upstairs to use the gas station bathroom, bring you back downstairs to throw you around a little and fuck you, and then leave. Shit. You were becoming a chore.

Bo had plenty of chores around Ambrose already. Would grumble about them to you, the closest he ever got to pillowtalk. The movie theater, the church, even the houses were his responsibility. You weren’t quite sure why, less able to clearly picture the town you’d driven into the longer you spent as Bo’s captive. There weren’t any immediate red flags that popped out at you. After all, you’d driven straight to the gas station on your blown out tire. Didn’t take the time to do any sight-seeing. He made sure of that. From what you’d gathered from Bo, the only living souls in town were he and Vincent, with the recent and temporary addition of yourself.

The floor creaked above you, and you pulled your knees to your chest, anticipating his arrival downstairs. It was almost impossible to tell what mood he’d be in whenever he’d pay you a visit. Tried listening for the sound of his footsteps, the way his boots pounded against the linoleum above to the cement stairs to where you waited for him, as if you could do much else. There was the TV, but the glimpse into the outside world left you feeling especially helpless when your own face flashed across the screen on the 6 o’clock news not long after you became captive in Ambrose. Then after a week or so, all mention of you stopped. Seven days for you to be rotated out of the news cycle. They’d gotten tired of you long before Bo did.

You screwed your eyes shut, as he ambled down the stairs, racking your brain for what to do. Opened them just as quickly to give him your undivided attention, just how he liked. Panicked and hopeless, you blurted out upon seeing his face, “You’re gonna kill me soon, aren’t you?”

He set the bottle of soda he’d undoubtedly brought down for you and smiled. Charming, disarming, like the one he first gave you when you naively drove into town on the roadkill guy’s advice—Lester. His name was Lester. Could he have known? Was he in on the whole thing? You hadn’t seen anyone but Bo for weeks, and he only made mention of Vincent, his brother, who you were certain had no interest in rescuing you from your plight.

“What makes you think that?” he asked.

‘Tire blew out,’ you had told Bo, feeling silly and self-conscious when he laughed. ‘I can see that.’ Threw a wink your way and assured you he’d have you back on the road before it got dark. You trusted him because he was handsome and laid on the compliments thick. Made you think maybe driving over that broken bottle in the road wasn’t such a bad thing after all. Within an hour he had you in that fucking basement.

“You—you’re bored of me,” you said. “You don’t come down here as often as you used to.”

“Aw, you miss me? Is that it?” he mocked.

Maybe. Maybe it was the security of knowing you were wanted, that the longer you kept his interest, the longer you’d be alive. Maybe even earn his trust enough to get a chance to escape back into the world that’d forgotten about you. But Bo wouldn’t forget. He’d keep you immortalized on those cinder block walls with all the others. Disgustingly sentimental. Part of you preferred being part of his shrine to his own depravity than a black and white photo people carelessly flipped past in the local paper.

“How are you gonna do it? Tell me,” you begged.

He tilted his head, narrowed his eyes at you as a grin spread across his face. “Well, I like to get that shit over with quick, but you might be worth slowing things down for.”

“Like—like how?”

As soon as he made his way toward you, regret filled your gut. You crawled backward on your hands, trying to put some distance between you until your back hit the wall. His hands were around your neck, his hungry eyes drinking in your distress.

“If you were most girls, I would just keep squeezing until you stop breathing,” he said, squeezing harder. “Pretty clean.” Black spots filled your vision as you fruitlessly tried clawing at his hands. “Makes it easier for Vincent to get to work on you that way.” He released your throat, and you fought through the coughing fit that burned in your chest as you gasped for air. Tears streamed down your face, and you wanted to smack the smug expression off of his.

“But that ain’t always fun,” he said.

Bo stood up and kicked your legs apart with his boots. Grabbed something from the nearby tool cart. The fucking knife. You swore he kept the blade dull on purpose just so it’d hurt more, leave nastier scars behind in its wake whenever he dug it into your skin, dragging it through your flesh with horrifying precision that only came from experience, because you never needed stitches.

“For you, I think I’d be a little more personal.”

He straddled you, sitting on your legs so you couldn’t possibly move them in an attempt to escape or defend yourself. You could feel his hard-on straining against his jeans, pressing into your bare pussy as he leaned over you, knife shining menacingly in the buzzing fluorescent light overhead. He made rags of your clothes not long after you became his and never offered any replacement.

The blade pressed against the middle of your chest, right between your breasts, making you shudder. He licked his lips. “I could shove this knife on in there, open you up all the way down to your cunt.” His fingers brushed your clit. “‘Beauty’s only skin deep’, that’s what my mama used to say. But sluts like you all look the same on the inside. Crack open your ribcage, and I wouldn’t be able to tell you from all the rest.”

You whimpered as he dragged the blade down your abdomen with a deceptive gentleness, his fingers still working your clit, making it hard for you not to jerk your hips, risking a slip of the knife directly into your belly. 

When he lifted the knife, you couldn’t even let yourself feel relief as your eyes followed it to one of your wrists. 

“Could take it nice and slow. Let you bleed out,” he pressed it against your skin, dangerously close to a vein. “It’d take hours for you to die, then. Messy as hell, too, but we could get up to some fun, you and me. A good fuck for ol’ times’ sake, then I can sit back with some popcorn while I watch the lights go out in those pretty eyes of yours.”

You let out a shaky breath, fear and arousal mixing with your lingering lack of oxygen so you could only half-grasp what exactly he was saying, just that he had a knife to your wrist, and he was enough of a homicidal monster to kill you that way. He slid his fingers inside you, and you could feel your orgasm creeping up on you, your head heavy and fuzzy as he kept going. 

“But if we’re talking easy and personal, then I’d just—” He brought the blade up to your throat until you could feel your rapid pulse beating against it. 

Bo curled his fingers, pleasure tearing through you as you jolted in place, feeling the cool metal superficially pierce your skin. 

Your voice came out as a strangled sob. “Please, Bo. Please don’t—” 

You knew you would be in trouble the second you both stepped foot outside the dive bar.

Bo and you typically went out Friday nights for some fun and it’s usually outside of Ambrose. While you both didn’t usually go anywhere fancy, you still liked to put on a sultry outfit, with your hair styled and your face done up more. It is a treat for Bo that he loves to savor once a week. He is always grabby with you, whispering to you about how beautiful you look, but when you dress up? That is multiplied.

It’s why he is so worked up now.

The dive bar wasn’t the first idea, nor really the thing you both wanted to do tonight. But with the usual restaurant closed because of some freak flooding from plumbing, and the back up ideas a little too far for a last minute night out, you both went to the dive bar Lester recommended a while back. But the second you both walked in, you knew it would be a fun night to push Bo’s buttons and you knew how to do that perfectly.

Immediately you both noticed the stares you were getting and it had Bo on edge already. His hand stayed on your lower back as you walked through the establishment, dangerously close to your ass, and his handsome face stayed in a sour glare at anyone who stared too long. He was always the jealous and possessive type, your Bo.

Knowing this, you decided to lean against the bar to accentuate your cleavage when you ordered your drink. You smiled a lot bigger to the bartender when he served you and Bo, and giggled a little too much when the drunk man told a joke that wasn’t all that funny. By the way his hand tightens its grip on your thigh, you can tell your little show is working.

Bo grunts as his hands move to your hips and he practically drags you from your barstool to his lap, his arms locking around your waist.

“Keep this up, darlin’, I will have to punish you.” He all but growls into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. A part of you wants to submit, but the other, louder, part makes you want to keep pushing his limits. But, you stop for now, and just relax and enjoy the night with him. Even if the dive bar wasn’t the first choice, it still made for a nice night away from Ambrose.

It was later on in the evening when you decided to be a brat one last time. You manage to get yourself off his lap with the threat of ‘breaking the seal’ on his lap. After handling your business in the grimey, dimly lit bathroom you were stopped by one of the men who had been eyeing you all night.

You put on your best smile and fluttered your lashes, nodding as if you were actually interested in his drunken rambles. You never initiated anything flirtatious but you were pretending to eat up whatever this man was saying as if you were an ‘innocent, starry-eyed doll needing a man like him,’as he slurred out. You glance at Bo and can see him seething, his body tense.

You politely wave goodbye to the man, but he took your hand in his and that did it. You hear wood scrape against the floor and heavy bootsteps and the next thing you know Bo pulled you against his side with an iron grip on his hip.

“She’s mine. Back off.” Was all he said before he was pulling you out the door, leading you both to now.

Bo is storming to his truck as he drags you with him. You know you should be fearful of angry Bo. His anger is deadly. But you trust him and know his anger won’t go farther than anything you both haven’t done or discussed so far. It’s why you are pulsing with intense arousal and why your skin feels so hot despite the cold, October air.

“You just can’t help but to piss me off, huh?” He nearly shouts as gravel kicks up under his feet. You both reach his truck after a stretch of parking since he always opts to part farther away.

“I didn’t do anything, Bo.” You say with attitude, knowing it’ll tick him off more. He grunts and instead of getting you inside his truck, he takes you to the back and pops down the tailgate.

“Didn’t think I caught you battin’ those pretty lashes at the men in there? Or the way your tits were out there for everyone?” He fumes as he turns you away from him before he presses your stomach against the tailgate. “Now bend your pretty self over, sweetheart.”

“Bo…” Your voice trails off before you feel one of his hands press on your upper back, making you bend over. You were silently glad he decided to back into his parking spot, facing the front of his truck towards the building. “What if someone comes out?”

“Then keep those sweet lips shut while I spank your ass.”

You feel his calloused hands slide up your thighs before he is pushing up the hem of your dress over your hips. Immediately his hands move to your cheeks and he slips his fingers under your lace panties you wore just for tonight. He grips your flesh firmly with a groan as he looks over the sight of you bent over like this under the night sky.

“I was thinkin’ about giving you a choice, you know? But then you just had to stand there talkin’ to that man.” Bo tsks and you hear the metal of his belt jingle as he unclasps it and you feel your pussy clench around nothing. “So you’re gettin’ the belt, sweetheart. And I want you to count each one I give you.”

You whimper a weak response and jolt when he lightly taps one of your cheeks with the leather belt.

“What was that, darling?” He challenges you. You know what he is wanting and you decide to give in now to get what you truly want.

“Yes, sir.” You squeaked out and he chuckled behind you.

“Oh, so now you want to be a good slut for me?” He laughs again and you yelp when you feel the stinging pain of his belt spanking your ass. “Count, baby.”

“One.” You moan softly, letting your head fall down and rest against the cold metal of his tail bed. He spanks you again and his free hand is quick to soothe over where his belt landed. “Two.”

Another strike hits, this time on the opposite cheek. “Three.” He takes a few seconds, his hand caressing the spot before it slides away and the belt comes down again. “Four.”

Again and again, Bo brings his belt down onto each of your stinging cheeks. You jolt and do your best to not cry out loudly, though you doubt the people the dive bar would even notice at this point. You whimper out number after number, your lips wobbling as tears spill from your eyes. You were sure your panties were soaked through at the wetness you feel slowly sliding down your inner thighs.

“Shh… You had enough, darlin’?” He asks in a low voice, setting his belt beside you. His hands both caress each stinging cheek with gentle reverence that he didn’t have while spanking you. You swallow thickly and give him a nod. “Use your words.”

“I-I had enough, sir.” You stutter out.

“Will you be good for me?”

“Yes… Yes, sir.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” He murmurs and leans over you. You feel him press his bulge against your soaked panties and you whimper. He starts to rock against you with a groan for a few seconds, enjoying the friction of clothes. He can feel a wet patch in his own boxers forming from his pre-cum as he slowly grinds against you.

“B-Bo…”

“I gotcha, darlin’, but I don’t think I can give you more foreplay right now.” You start to whine before he tuts, his hand grabbing his belt. He brings it down on one of your throbbing asscheeks again making your cry out this time. “Bring your hands to your back.”

You shiver and comply. Bo loops the belt around your wrists tight enough to where you can’t get out of them. They dig into your skin slightly but aren’t tight enough to truly hurt you. He shoves his own pants and underwear down just enough for his cock to be free. He pulls your underwear to the side and runs his thick tip through your folds before sinking inside your heat.

“O-Oh, God.” You moan out as he slowly stretches you out.

“This is gonna be rough and fast because my patience is thin and I need to remind you who you belong to.” He grunts as he bottoms out inside you. “You know what to say if it gets to be too much.”

You mutter out a soft ‘yes, sir’ in response as he slowly pulls almost all the way out until just his tip is inside you.

Then, he snaps his hips forward against your still stinging ass. You moan loudly, unable to help yourself this time and Bo grunts. One of his hands grips his belt binding your wrists while the other grips your hip harshly.

Bo starts to fuck you in earnest. Your upper thighs and hips bang into the gate, the truck creaks slightly with each thrust he gives you. You can’t move at all with how he has your wrists bound behind your back, and you love it. You love when he loses control all because of you. It hurts, but it's a pain you enjoy when it is with Bo.

“That's it…” He groans out as he pounds into you. “You know how to get me so worked up… know how to push me.”

You moan out again, not bothering to suppress your pleasure.

“Let the bar know you're my slut. My girl who only I get to fuck.” He growls, his hips unrelenting. His eyes stay focused purely on you, taking in your body language and your cries. “My little brat who needs to be reminded how to behave.”

“I'm yours, sir.” You cry out, feeling yourself on the cusp of release. Bo can feel your walls tightening aroumd his cock and he can tell by the way you're moaning your close. He pulls you away from the truck enough to slip his hand underneath you, his fingers finding your clit with ease. He pinches and rolls the swollen nub as he keeps his thrusts deep and punishing.

You don't need to be facing the sky to see stars as you cum hard with a broken cry of his name. Your inner muscles spasm around his length and you hear him start to moan. He tilts his head back as his pace stutters and his rhythm is off. You feel heat flood you as he comes deep inside, moaning as his hips jerk for a few moments.

You loved how vocal he is when his orgasm hits.

You both are left a panting mess on his tailgate. Your body feels wrecked yet you're well pleased. Despite taking the punishment, you've won tonight.

“How you feelin’, baby?” He asks, sounding breathless yet soft.

“So good.” You mumble as your walls still pulse, though slowly, around his cock, milking him for all he has.

“Pain?”

“Yeah. It's okay though.”

He stays inside you for a few moments longer before slowly pulling his softening cock out. A trail of his cum leaks from you but instead of bothering to clean it up, he moves your panties back in place. Bo backs away and leans down to place gentle kisses to each of your asscheeks, as if to kiss away the dulling sting.

“You did so good, darlin’.” Bo mumbles and carefully unwraps his belt. He helps pull your dress down after tucking himself back into his pants. He is gentle in helping you stand back and lets you lean against him as your legs shake. He pushes the tailgate back up with one hand and starts to guide you to the truck cabin. You start to shiver as the heat of your shared passion wears off and all you feel is the cool night air on your sweaty skin. “Let me help you, sweetheart.”

Bo's hands are on your hips as you manage to get in the truck, though it hurts a little to sit on the seats. He is quick to get into the driver's side and starts the engine, turning the heat up a little for you both. He looks at you and that jealous gaze is gone and it's just that sweet Bo he only shows to you. You know you're in for some good aftercare when you both get home. Even if it's late, you know Bo will stay up to take care of you.

“You sure you're good?” He can't help but ask again.

“It hurts to sit but I feel great, baby.”

He rolls his eyes but the concern is still there. “Come here.”

He practically pulls you against him, making you sit facing him while on your hip. He tucks your head under his chin and wraps one arm around you while the other grips the stirring wheel.

“I don't think this is safe driving.” You chuckle as his hand briefly moves to change gears.

“I don't think I really care much. I just want you comfortable.” He grumbles, sounding moody but that's just how he is. You laugh again and relax against him as best you can.

You don't remember falling asleep but you awake in Bo's arms as he carries you up the stairs. He is quick to shower and dry you both before getting into bed without clothes. He whispers dirty promises of soft, loving sex in the morning while his fingers trail briefly up and down your spine. He is always so soft with you after such rough sex.

Your senses of hearing of smell were all that you could rely on in these moments, and usually they painted you a pretty clear picture of what was happening. Screams echo out in the isolated town, and then the unmistakable iron-like scent of blood fills your nostrils, signaling a death.

It’s quiet for a couple of minutes before you hear heavy boots stomping into the room you’re tied up in, and a wolf whistle sounds from in front of you.

“Shit, darlin’, you look hotter every time I come in here to get you.” 

You squint as light fills your eyes, Bo having just removed your blindfold. He steps back, hands on his hips as he eyes you up and down. Your gaze shoots downward and back up at him to signal to him to take the gag out of your mouth.

“Hold on, I just wanna get a good look at you.” He chuckles, licking his lips.

You sigh, letting your head fall back against the wall. You’re not entirely sure what Bo sees in you being covered in filth and left to roast in a sweltering room for hours on end, but to each their own.

As he hums approvingly, his eyes scanning your restrained body, you notice him adjusting himself in his pants. They begin to tent and you try to say something to him but your words are muffled from the gag.

“Alright, alright, let’s hear what that filthy mouth has to say.” Bo concedes, kneeling to remove the gag from your mouth and hand it around your neck.

You glare up at him. “Do you seriously have a fucking boner right now?”

He grins cheekily. “I just can’t help myself around you darlin’.”

You roll your eyes, ignoring the feeling of your cheeks heating up and the arousal pooling in your stomach. Bo could be abrasive, and annoying, and many other not so positive things, but he sure had a way with words that always was a reminder why you subjected yourself as bait for his killings.

“Really though,” he continues, “seeing you all tied up is getting me going.” His calloused hands run up and down your thighs, palming at the flesh and sending a shiver up your spine. You glance up at Bo and see the desire in his eyes, evident in the way that his stare darkens as his pupils expand.

The rusty handcuffs strapped around your wrists bang against the radiator as you try to adjust your position. “Uncuff me so we can fuck, then.”

“Nah,” Bo pulls down your shorts, smirking at the sight of your pussy soaking through your panties. “I think I’ll keep you like this a little longer.”

He buries his face between your thighs and takes in a big whiff of your essence.

Your body jerks up at the suddenness of his actions. His nose bumps into your clit, and you moan. You wish you could reach down and pull him closer, but your arms remain stuck above your head, bound by the handcuffs.

“Shit,” he whispers, using two fingers to rub on your wet slit. “Can’t get enough of this pretty pussy.”

He pulls back his fingers to admire the way they glisten with your wetness, and you practically whimper when he sticks them in his mouth. Your toes curl and you try to pull your body closer to him, but the handcuffs prevent you from moving too far from your spot against the wall.

Bo grins, and returns his attention to your pussy. He tongues your clothed slit and a gasp escapes your lips as you jolt. The fabric is completely soaked thanks to your arousal, sticking to your puffy lips as Bo continues his teasing.

“Nice and wet for me,” he coos against your pussy, the vibrations of his deep drawl causing your walls to flutter around emptiness.

He doesn’t leave you hanging any longer as he detaches your soaked panties from your pussy, pushing them to the side as he dives into you, coating his tongue in your juices.

“Oh, fuck!” you cry out. Your arms instinctively go to move down so that you can grab onto his hair, but the handcuffs and stop you and you sob in frustration. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Your hips buck helpless into his mouth and your hands ball into fists, desperate for relief.

You can feel the way Bo smirks into your pussy, pushing his tongue deeper inside of you. He uses his thumb to play with your swollen clit and you jerk at the touch.

The light stubble on his cheeks scratches into your thighs, but you revel in the roughness, enjoying the light pain it brings you.

Bo hums, the sound muffled against your pussy. “Messy girl,” he teases. His thumb on your clit starts increasing in pace, and you feel your walls contract as your peak reaches closer and closer with his touch. 

Bo takes notice of it quickly. “Gonna cum for me already?”

“Yes, yes!” Your restrained hands flex as you buck up into him wildly. “Oh God, yes, please, let me cum!” you babble, tears welling up in your eyes from the stimulation.

“Well, when you’re that desperate,” he murmurs, glancing up at your already fucked out form, “who am I to deny you?”

He pumps his tongue deeper into you, fingers expertly pulling out all kinds of sounds from your lips.

Your orgasm hits you suddenly, your entire body shaking with the force of it. Your breath comes out in broken gasps and your eyes roll back as you allow yourself to bask in the feeling. You squeeze your legs together as your body squirms, pleasure completely washing over you.

In your state of bliss, you barely notice how Bo pulls himself back and furiously tugs down his pants and underwear, his hard cock springing out of its confines.

“Look at you,” he teases, shoving his hand between your thighs and scooping up your arousal. He uses it to lube himself up, fisting his cock, slowly as it begins to glisten with your slick. “All tied up and helpless to stop me.”

His eyes trail over your body like a man starved, breath ragged and cheeks flushed with need. “I can do whatever I want with you and you wouldn’t even be able to stop me.”

You bite your lip. “But I wouldn’t want to stop you.” You slowly spread your legs back open to him, a silent offering of your sopping wet pussy.

Bo’s grin widens and he pounces on you like an animal in heat. His cock pulses with desire, the head red and angry.

“Fuck,” he growls, “Look at what you do to me.” His cock throbs against you, the aching member resting on the pouch above your pussy. He rocks himself against you, the motion wetting your skin.

He holds his cock in his hands and guides it lower, pressing it against your slit. You whimper as he rubs it against your wetness, the head teasingly pushing through your folds but missing your entrance.

“Need you inside,” you beg, making a feeble attempt to wrap your legs around him to pull him closer.

He slaps his cock against your entrance. “Yeah? You need it?”

You nod furiously, tugging on the handcuffs. “Please!”

You yelp as Bo pushes himself inside of you and immediately begins to piston his hips. The loud squelching from your pussy causes your face to heat up, revealing how aroused you are.

He groans, grabbing onto your hips and fucking you into him, fighting against the tug of the restraints that pulls your body taut. “Atta girl, making a mess on my cock. Looks like you were born to do this.”

“Oh God!” you let out with a cry, your head thrown back against the wall, pulse racing as Bo thrusts into you.

“No God here,” he drawls, tightening his grip on you, “only me.”

As he thrusts into you, Bo admires the creamy white ring that envelops his cock, the culmination of your essence and his arousal. The sight gets him even more worked up, his hips rutting into you even rougher than before.

“Can’t do anything but lay there and take it,” he rambles, his cock hitting places so deep it makes you see stars. “You like being all helpless while I fuck you?”

It felt as though he was drilling a hole into you, opening you up wide with his cock. You can barely register his comments as body goes limp, only being held up by his hands. Drool escapes from the corner of your lips as you pant, chest heaving as Bo buries himself deep into your pussy.

“Shit,” he exhales, gritting his teeth, “gonna fucking cum.”

His hips stutter and his fingers press into your skin, no doubt leaving bruises in their wake. You bask in the way his cock pulses inside of you, and you can feel yourself flutter around his member.

“Feel so good, squeezing around me.” Bo’s eyes are squeezed shut and he swallows hard, clenching his jaw as he gets closer to his orgasm. “Gonna cum inside you.”

Your pussy tightens in anticipation at his declaration and it acts as his trigger, Bo letting out a low groan as he spills inside of you.

His thick cum fills you up completely as it shoots out in streams, the heat pooling in your stomach. His cock twitches as he rolls his hips to empty himself inside of you just as your entrance spasms with your second orgasm hitting you. 

Bo pulls himself out of you and rests his now semi-hard cock on your stomach. He allows himself to fall forward, his large body covering your own as you both recover from your releases, panting in sync as your breaths mingle with the closeness.

After a minute, you rattle the handcuffs and get Bo’s attention, his eyes shifting up to the restraints. “Can you let me out now?” you ask, voice scratchy from your cries.

He smirks. “Gotta find the key first.”

You try to kick him, but he dodges your foot at the last second, sitting up and chuckling.

“Asshole!”