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Thomas had fallen asleep in the back of the car, still bound. He had tired himself out.
Leaning on the side of the car, the woman takes a moment to look at the poor boy sleeping there before she turns to look at the house. It was perfect for her business- roomy enough with distant neighbors and freedom to do whatever the hell she wants.
She smiles to herself before she goes to untie the ropes around Thomas' knees and ankles, then takes his arm and pulls him up.
"Come on, kiddo. Wake up. We're walking now." He wakes with a jolt and darts his head around in whichever directions. With his blindfold still on, he tries to push the woman away as she guides him to the house in the dark. She laughs at him.
"What are you gonna do? Somehow knock me down just long enough for you to get away?" He barks a muffled retort from behind his gag and fights some more.
"How far would you get? Where will you go?" He shakes his head wildly and tries to run. She jerks him back by gripping the rope around his arms and slaps him on the face.
"What, going dressed up like that? Packaged nicely for the next creep to come around?" He trips and tumbls to the ground sprinkled with dead leaves. The blindfold gets partially knocked off his face and can see the woman from the corner of his eye. She stands over him with a knife in her hand.
"You don't know the neighbors out here. They could be worse than me." She pulls him up and into the house he goes, down a hallway and down some stairs. He basically crashes down them and almost faceplants.
"Let's take this off of you. You keep hurting yourself." She helps him up and removes the black cloth from his eyes, then pushes him toward a chair at the edge of the room. He doesn't budge. She rolls her eyes and holds the knife to his back, to his fingers, to his cheek.
"I don't want you to keep getting hurt, but I can hurt you real bad. Move." He shuffles over to the chair and she pulls him down into it. She forces his arms, still bound behind him, up and over the back. He yelps. With some more rope, she ties the rope cuffs to the seat and then sits in front of him.
"Come on, kiddo. Wake up. We're walking now." He wakes with a jolt and darts his head around in whichever directions. With his blindfold still on, he tries to push the woman away as she guides him to the house in the dark. She laughs at him.
"What are you gonna do? Somehow knock me down just long enough for you to get away?" He barks a muffled retort from behind his gag and fights some more.
"How far would you get? Where will you go?" He shakes his head wildly and tries to run. She jerks him back by gripping the rope around his arms and slaps him on the face.
"What, going dressed up like that? Packaged nicely for the next creep to come around?" He trips and tumbls to the ground sprinkled with dead leaves. The blindfold gets partially knocked off his face and can see the woman from the corner of his eye. She stands over him with a knife in her hand.
"You don't know the neighbors out here. They could be worse than me." She pulls him up and into the house he goes, down a hallway and down some stairs. He basically crashes down them and almost faceplants.
"Let's take this off of you. You keep hurting yourself." She helps him up and removes the black cloth from his eyes, then pushes him toward a chair at the edge of the room. He doesn't budge. She rolls her eyes and holds the knife to his back, to his fingers, to his cheek.
"I don't want you to keep getting hurt, but I can hurt you real bad. Move." He shuffles over to the chair and she pulls him down into it. She forces his arms, still bound behind him, up and over the back. He yelps. With some more rope, she ties the rope cuffs to the seat and then sits in front of him.
"Okay, sweetie, I'm almost done, and I bet you don't want that soggy towel in your mouth anymore. Don't bite me. I'll try to be quick." She looks him in the eyes and reaches behind his head. He bows it nervously and searches the ground avoiding her gaze. It's tied on pretty tightly so there's a minute of fumbling, then she gently lifts it from his cheeks with a trail of saliva. He spits on the ground. She reaches for a bottle of water, lifts it to his lips and carefully holds it for him as he gulps it down. She takes it away, puts it beside him, then wipes his mouth and cheeks with another cloth. The gag left harsh red marks on his face. He coughs once and flexes his sore jaw, glaring at the woman but saying nothing.
She gets up and starts setting up some stuff in a corner. Thomas strains his eyes to see what she's doing in the dark. She calls across the room.
"This isn't going to be fun for you. It wont be that bad, I promise."
"What?"
She goes back over to him, grabs the back of the chair and drags him roughly to the corner.
"Hey, whoa, wait, no no nonono, please stop it, whatever you're gonna do! I don't deserve this, please, please just stop!"
She props him up against a white wall with a lamp in front of him. There's a polaroid camera and some other things on the shelf next to her. He looks around madly, still protesting. The woman smiles curtly, then quick as a flash, shoves the back of the chair so her arm's support is the only thing preventing him from falling backwards onto the hard floor. He's breathing hard, trying to see her in the light. She's laughing. He's absolutely terrified.
SNAP.
The camera light flashes and he's upright again. This will be fun for her. Next she takes the knife to his face, tracing up from the bruise on his chin along his jawline, resting it on his cheekbone, an inch away from his eye. The metal is cold. The poor boy is as still as a statue as his eyes dart everywhere, careful not to move at all.
SNAP.
She takes the knife away and turns around so he can't see her grin. As she's fussing with some stuff on the shelf, Thomas works up the courage to say something.
"What- what are you doing? Why are..." he trails off as she faces him again, with a big new roll of duct tape in her hands. He goes pale.
"You know, duct tape really isn't that great of a gag by itself. It's so easy to get off. You watch movies, yeah? Bear with me. This is for show." He's frozen, so she can leisurely rip off a large strip and press it to his lips.
SNAP.
He shudders as he realizes that she's enjoying his terror. But she's right that duct tape isn't an efficient gag. It muffles his voice, but he's completely coherent in telling her over and over to stop, please stop, just stop. She drowns him out with her laughs and sits on his lap, gripping his chin and forcing him to look at her. He tries to turn away from her without success.
SNAP.
His breathing is labored. He shuts his eyes and tries to keep from crying again. He's just giving her what she wants. She runs her hand through his soft dark brown hair as he tries to shake her away. Her hand grabs and pulls. It hurts just enough for him to shed that tear.
SNAP.
It carries on like this for at least 20 minutes. The woman accessorizes him with different gags, blindfolds, threats. She's loving this photoshoot. In every picture he's giving her something different. He just wants to go home.
The woman flips through the pictures and grins, then looks back at him. "Great job today, Thomas. I'll leave you alone for the night. I'm gonna decide which ones I'll send to your boyfriend, alright?" His head shoots up. He pleads with her, shakes his head, begging her not to let Nico see him like this. It would break his heart.
She smiles at him and turns off the light, leaving him alone in the dark.
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The POV will switch. Eventually. And you'll get to see what the woman looks like. Eventually.
Poor Thomas, there's going to be more photoshoots just like this. (And I'll draw all the pictures too, just hang on.)
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The POV will switch. Eventually. And you'll get to see what the woman looks like. Eventually.
Poor Thomas, there's going to be more photoshoots just like this. (And I'll draw all the pictures too, just hang on.)
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Date Taken
Jul 16, 2016, 10:59:50 PM
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I like this woman already. Igave her the voice of ayano aishi.