#tw kidnapping
Tw: Kidnapping, drugging and power play
I’m so into the idea of kidnapping, you don’t even know. Especially when it’s someone with high influence??? I’m talking someone of high power going into a city or smth and seeing this poor little person who’s too kind. Too beautiful, too caring. And thinking, “this person- no one would be good enough for them. Everyone would take advantage of them, no one would care for them. No one would care for them as much as I could.”
And so they take that person. Personally, I love the idea of the higher power taking their poor beloved off the street in broad daylight, telling concerned passbyers that’s they spouse and they haven’t had their medication yet. But also, the amount of routes you could go if the higher power follows their beloved home and yanks them from there? Taking them from their room, the shower, the kitchen??? While other people are in the house?!?
Then the higher power takes their beloved home, reassuring them that everything’s going to be ok, I’m not going to hurt you. Don’t you worry my love, everything is ok. And the higher power takes them home to this giant mansion and is like, “this is our house. These servants are yours, if you need anything just ask them.” And their poor beloved is so confused. Crying and screaming and begging to be let go and “I’ll do anything, please let me go home!” And the higher power is saying “you want to see your room? You’re getting used to your new home already my love!”
And eventually when it’s dinner time, the higher power thinks their beloved needs a bit of help to calm down. They slip a little medicine in their drink, have to take a sip of it first to show it’s ok to drink after all, and they wait for their beloved to calm down. Except, they like their beloved being this calm. They’re not screaming and crying, only cuddling up and whimpering on how they want to go to sleep all the time. But that’s much better than sobs.
Because after all, can’t have their spouse scream when they have other important guests over, can they?
June 4th- Hostage
Cw: threats, noncon touching, restraining, bruises, kidnapping, hostage, creepy whumper
The coarse fibers of the rope dug into Whumpee’s skin, leaving dark bruises after hours of struggling.
The rag shoved in their mouth had soaked through with saliva, leaving a disgusting taste on their tongue. They had to fight back the urge to gag.
The room around then was poorly lit and cold, illuminated only by a bare, flickering lightbulb in the center of the ceiling, framed by exposed beams and wires. Off to the far end was a set of unfinished stairs, leading up to a closed—and certainly locked—door.
A basement, if they had to guess.
Whumpee didn’t know how long they were left to wait in silence, the only sounds being those of their own shaky breaths. The terror of having woken up restrained and alone in a strange place had faded to an anxious anticipation.
They feared the moment when they would no longer be by themself.
The last thing they remembered was going to sleep, safe in their own bed, tucked in after a nice tea and two melatonins.
Everything had been so peaceful.
A tear slipped down their cheek and Whumpee scoffed, though the sound never left their throat.
They would’ve never guessed that this was where they’d be, not a full day later. God, it was so fucking stupid-
Whumpee startled as the basement door slammed open, their breath hitching in fear as they quickly twisted, craning their neck so they could see the figure descending the stairs.
The stranger was dressed in dark clothes, a hoodie tossed over their head and a bandana covering the bottom half of their face.
Whumpee shuddered, their stomach dropping as they hear the sharp clicks of their kidnapper’s heels against the concrete floor. Click, click, click…
Whumper sighed, their lips twitching into a frown behind their mask.
“Shit, darling, I’m sorry,” They muttered, shaking their head as they stepped around in front of Whumpee, allowing them to see them without having to strain. “I told them to be gentle-”
Whumpee flinched back, whimpering as Whumper reached forwards to cup their chin. Their entire body stiffened as Whumper’s thumb slipped under the side of the gag, brushing over the fabric but not yet pulling it away. Their frown deepened as they noticed the bruise forming against Whumpee’s cheek.
Their eyes met Whumpee’s, glinting manically in the poor lighting.
“Things are gonna be real simple, darling,” Whumper whispered, their fingers brushing along Whumpee’s jaw. “I’m only going to keep you here until your dear little caretaker finishes their job, then you can go.”
Whumpee’s brows furrowed in confusion, tears brimming in their eyes. Caretaker? What did caretaker have to do with anything?!
“I have no reason to hurt you, sweetheart,” Whumper sighed, their eyes flicking down to the ropes that wound around Whumpee’s body. “Not unless you give me one.”
