#i’m in a particularly fucked up mood can you tell

imagine your kidnapper tying you up in the most vulnerable positions immediately after they take you. spending allllll day long playing with you, fucking you, hurting you. you’re a brand new toy after all, why waste any time?

imagine the fear, the confusion you would feel. they didn’t waste a second, as soon as they dragged you into what would be your new forever home, you were immediately tied up and spread open. and you would spend the next few hours being sexually tortured in ways you couldn’t of possibly imaged. with a gag shoved in your mouth and thoroughly duct taped over to ensure all of your begging and pleading would be absolutely useless.

and as soon as they were done with you, you were left in darkness and silence, tears streaming from your eyes. unable to stop shaking. terrified of the fact that this was day one, and you were just about shattered from the inside out. they were going to break you far beyond repair.