_ woke up to the warmth of sunlight hitting their face. Yawning languidly, they had never felt so comfortable in their life. Since when was their bed this plush? They couldn’t bring themself to care until they attempted to find their phone on their nightstand and were met with an empty table. Not only that, as they opened their eyes they were shocked to find that they weren’t even in their own house.
The room they were in reminded _ of a castle, luxurious and grand. It was practically fit for royalty with its four poster bed cozy lounging area. But when _ sat up to look around, they swayed in their spot. Their body felt weak and their head swam, but with a few more attempts _ managed to stand up only to fall flat on their face. I… why can’t I move?
“Oh dear, are you alright?” _ grasped the gloved hand that reached out to them, but when they saw who came to help them their blood ran cold. A dark purple mask may have concealed his face but _ wasn’t stupid. Even babies knew not to mess with a Decepticon, much less the Decepticon Justice Division.
“You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?” They couldn’t stop their voice from quavering, or their body from trembling, butthat’s only natural when you’re face to face with a murderer. The terrifying man shook his head, still holding his hand for them to grab.
“I am not here to hurt you, _.”
“But that’s what Decepticons do!”
“Now isn’t the time for assumptions about my cause, _. You’re here for a very important reason which I will explain in due time. Might I be able to help you up?” _ accepted, letting Tarn pull them up and assist them in walking to the couch. It’s not like they could refuse the leader of the DJD. He was oddly gentle with them, making sure they didn’t collapse again as they sat down.
“Now I’m sure you were startled to wake up in an unfamiliar room but I can explain why you were brought here.”
“You’re really not going to hurt me?”
“I won’t let anyone harm you as long as I live. That’s a promise. In fact that’s precisely the reason you’re here.” Tarn had seated himself across from _ and leaned towards them ever so slightly. “_. You are someone I can’t bear to lose. From the moment I met you, I knew I had to do anything to keep you at my side. After all, the only way I can completely assure I never lose you is to protect you myself.”
“Then where am I?”
“You’re at my base. I can make it so everything you could ever want is at your fingertips here. We have a pool, state-of-the-art sound systems, and an entire library of music and literature for-”
“I want to go home.” Tarn didn’t seem surprised to hear _’s protests at their new situation. He only leaned back in his seat with as far as _ could tell was a smile on his face.
“Oh _. This is home.” His tone was soft, but firm. He would not be budging on this. He moved on quickly to the next topic, likely trying to distract them. He made sure they were alright, asking them if they were in any pain and if they remembered at all how they arrived at their new room. _’s responses were short as Tarn expected. It would take some time before they would trust him enough to confide in him but he was happy to wait. He had all the time in the world, and with no one in his way to get in the way of the two of them it was only a matter of time before they stayed with him out of sheer isolation.
“Now _, I am afraid I must take my leave. Besides I’m certain you’re anxious to explore your new living quarters. If you need to talk to me all you need to do is text me and I’ll be here in a flash, alright?” There was nothing _ could do but nod as Tarn bid them goodbye. At least whatever chemical was used to subdue them had mostly worn off by the time he was gone. And after a detailed examination of the room they were in and the rooms connected to it _ had made a few observations.
First was that the door their captor had left through was locked tight with only a tiny gap underneath. There wasn’t even a way to pick the lock, as it was likely located on the other side of the door. The windows were a bust too, as though they were open, they had a protective screen on the other side that would need to be broken to get through. It probably wouldn’t be best to anger Tarn by even trying as he seemed incredibly insistent that they stay in their suite.
They also figured out that Tarn wasn’t lying when he said that everything _ had ever wanted was there. There was a kitchenette with every one of their favourite snacks, a wardrobe full of clothes on their shopping list, (Notably all the clothes would be impractical to attempt an escape in.) And a beautiful artists desk complete with all the most lavish and expensive art supplies they had only dreamed of before. It was uncanny really, how Tarn knew every one of their wants. That was most likely not a coincidence considering who he is and how seemingly obsessed he was with them.
The third observation was not only was there everything they had ever wanted, there was everything they would ever need. Tarn had certainly planned for every possible outcome. There was a first aid kit, fire extinguisher, air conditioning and heating control, and there was even a tablet left on the table that could only do one thing. Call Tarn.
It was sickening really, the lengths he went to make everything perfect. The entire time _ was searching the room it was all so eerily familiar until a nauseating realization hit them at full force. All the clothes? _ had bookmarked them online or mentioned them at some point. The snacks? _ had been dealing with what they assumed was a raccoon digging through their food trash, but the reality of it was far, far more disturbing. Even the desk was something they had been saving up for for a long time, something they assumed they would never be able to afford.“From the moment I met you, I knew I had to do anything to keep you at my side.” Tarn hadn’t been lying about doing anything to keep them.
He was watching me.
He was listening to me.
Once again they dropped to the floor but this time it wasn’t because of any chemical. Their thoughts were racing faster and faster, trying to think of any time they had seen him before, any break ins, but their mind was drawing a blank. It made sense really. He’s the leader of the DJD, stalking is what he does. It wasn’t like setting up bugs and cameras would be all that hard for someone like him to get done. For all they knew he could have gotten one of his lackeys to do it for him. Considering their situation, it was likely Tarn was still watching and listening now as they cried on the floor.
Not that he particularly cared. He could lounge in his office and watch _ as he pleased. A few tears were expected in the long run. His plan had worked. _ was with him, and they would never leave.
Virgil shivered from the intensity of the pain that began to radiate down his spine as he felt himself waking from his enforced sleep. Forcing his eyes open he breathed in and out as he tried to focus on his surroundings. Virgil could see and feel the chains that held his ankles and feet to the floor, he was still on his knees, his hands were still raised above his head and were shackled to the restraints that were hanging from the ceiling. Looking straight ahead Virgil could see there were two men in the room, the one sat behind the computer and the other was stood directly behind the other man. He could hear the men talking, the man who was sat at the console looked flustered, while the other seemed to be shifting about anxiously. Virgil tried to listen but was unable to make out what was being said. Eventually the man who had been standing hurried out of the room, while the other continued to work.
Glancing down Virgil felt a tear trickle down his face, when he noticed the open chain lying on the floor with the picture of his mother inside. The continuous visions of his mother’s death that the Hood had planted in his mind continued to stalk his dreams. Constantly reminding him of that day and the way she had been taken away from them all so suddenly. Now, he also had the added knowledge that their mother’s death had been planned and perpetrated by the Hood. She had been purposely ripped from them all and taken from them far too soon. Virgil felt more tears running down his face as the anger inside him began to grow. He was going to make the Hood pay for what he had done, he really didn’t know how, but he would make him suffer!
Summary: There needs to be more content for this gloriously sinister man and I am more than happy to provide! How does it begin? Will you escape his clutches or will you submit to his desires?
Warnings: Yandere Tendencies, Kidnapping, Mild mention of Starvation, Dubcon, Quirk use during sex, Mind-Break and a whole host of degeneracy.
Notes: I tried to make the reader as vague as I possibly could for insert pleasure! GN with as few details as possible so it could be anyone or anything! This is 18+, minors dni. If you’d like to block any content of this nature on my page please put Tw: Heavy Spice in your filtering options!
A/N: I really don’t know if I should apologize for this or not, you can see the point it got out of hand so please be warned and take your tastes and limits into account while reading!
A terrible fate has befallen you, hasn’t it?
Your meeting was rather innocuous. So easily forgotten despite the feelings time with him supplanted. Long before his debut in the Kamino Ward and before his defeat at the hands of the Symbol of Peace. He wasn’t heavily deformed then, he could easily mix in with the crowds and disappear as quickly as he appeared. His shaggy white hair and piercing blue eyes matched only by his stature and smile, the consensus of the humdrum day-to-day passerby was that he was quite attractive. Not that he ever entertained their mindless and painfully obvious observations.
The fateful event happened rather cliché all things considered. It began in a library. Wonders never ceased and he was unsure what compelled him to enter the home of knowledge and entertainment but he never once regretted it. Wandering the sea of books he looked for anything that would pique his interest, he nearly gave up the search until his eyes landed on you. An innocent, tiny thing that perused the history section for your latest essay or project, he never specifically asked why you were there.
He was captivated, captured by your beauty. Staring there at the entrance of the aisle for so long that when you turned you shrieked, believing him to be a well dressed Weeping Angel that you had read about the night before. That was the most embarrassing moment of your life as you apologized to him and to the librarian that zipped to the location to scold you about being too loud. For once he found apologies endearing, cute even, adorable if you feel so inclined and the sheer shock that a creature like you could exist in this world was pushed to the wayside.
The encounter was swift but profound, for him at least. Using his towering height to pull a book from the shelf you were too short to reach and place with the over growing collection. You were stuttering and blushing something fierce underneath his gaze and he had to stop himself from smirking at your bashfulness. He asks for your name and once you divulge it he responds by insisting you call him Mr. Shigaraki. After more insistence from either side hearing his name fall from your lips was like he was graced with hearing the voice of an Angel.
Sadly that’s where the meeting ended as your time was up for whatever was going to take up your time next and you needed to scurry away. You wouldn’t be forgotten as your face was forever burned in his memory, a fondness churning in the pit of his stomach. He believed everyone else was beneath him, save for his brother, who were all ants that needed to be squashed. You were different and he needed to find out why.
Time passes, as it always does. You forgot your encounter with Mr. Shigaraki and life went on. The day started off oddly, you couldn’t place why but the hairs at the back of your neck stood on end. A lingering sense of doom settled in your mind like a dense fog on a dewy spring morning but whatever the reason had yet to reveal itself. This too was forgotten as the day progressed until it was late, late enough for you to seek refuge in your bed. About to drift off to sleep when suddenly your whole room shook, no, the entire area shook like an earthquake had just opened the earth beneath your feet. Looking out your bedroom window you saw chaos, the entire area had been decimated and nothing but rubble remained. Heroes had appeared and began evacuating just in time for your home to collapse.
You drifted in and out of consciousness. The moments where your eyelids were opened you saw none other than All Might, the Symbol of Peace, face down a masked villain in a suit. Shock was written on the hero’s face when you called out to him for help, accidentally gaining the attention of the villain as well. If he still had eyes they would be wide and manic, he had not forgotten you of course but there you were. He had searched for you so fervently and yet here you were right under his nose. Your presence, he could feel it using that quirk from the cat rescuer and he instantly knew it was you. What luck. The fight was abandoned when he saw this was his best chance, the rest of the heroes were too focused on fighting off his pawns and All Might was too wounded to move.
In an instant the masked villain moved the rubble that had been pinning you in place and whisked you away.
Your fear was intoxicating. The pleas, begs and sobs that you cried were more delicious than anything he had ever experienced. More euphoric than any narcotic, sweeter than ambrosia. The beats of your hands on his back drowned out by the drumming of his heart, his mouth was beginning to water. He could hardly wait.
Like any self respecting villain All For One had many, many hideouts and safe houses. Many hadn’t been used in years, others were still unknown to the heroes, then there was one. The place he took you was far more special, the place he had planned to bring you after that fateful day but never used when you slipped away. Well, you wouldn’t escape this time.
For a place that hadn’t seen life in years it was surprisingly well kept. Not a speck of dust laid on any surface, a few lightbulbs had died or exploded when he flipped on the lights but the water still ran and there was heat, it would do nicely for the time being. During the short trip via warp gate you had passed out, the silence when it had been delicious begs was disappointing but his signature smile appeared. There would be plenty of time to hear you cry while he breaks you into the perfect doll.
After your “retrieval” he places you on the never before used emperor sized bed and retreats to the lounge chair at your bedside. He sits perfectly still, staring at you much, admiring how much you changed and grew in his absence. A hint of pride bubbles up, he’s pleased to know the lovely being he remembers became even fairer and more perfect. The feat would be impossible for any other person but you were made for him, you’re his, and you had to be for a man such as him.
When you wake up those beautiful, blissful begs are heard by his worthy ears once again. Behind his life support helmet he sighs, a heavenly breath that you take for annoyance. You cry. “Please don’t kill me”, “Don’t hurt me”, “I’ll do anything” but oh sweet thing, you’re going to do anything he says regardless. You’re his. Why would he hurt or kill you? If he wanted you dead, you’d be dead.
It comes as a surprise that he’s afraid to remove his facial cover. He might be the Symbol of Evil with plans of world domination but there’s a portion of him that is a slave to your desires, just as the world is a slave to his. A sliver of doubt appears as you ask who he is, if he reveals his identity and you ask for proof, his disfigured appearance would revolt you. No blue eyes to see you blush, no hair for you to run your hands through, no lips to feel yours on his.
“Mr. Shigaraki” was the clue he gave you. It was adorable seeing your face go blank as your mind was wracked trying to remember the face. He watched with bated breath as your eyes showed recognition, you remembered him. You remember his face, his smile, his feeling. That wasn’t helpful, now you had a face to the person who kidnapped you. Who was holding you captive for…what? Ransom? To be tortured? To be his plaything? Every possibility was worse than the last, each one more dire and inescapable and bleak.
He did his best to comfort you albeit in a deleterious manner. The Emperor of Darkness’ weight was displaced from the lounge chair and moved to the bed, his near gigantic form towering over you. Knee pressing into the mattress, causing your body to naturally shift into him. You couldn’t move. There was no gap to dash through if your body would get over being paralyzed in fear. The hand that could cover your head was placed on your cheek with uncharacteristic gentleness, a soft gesture that was masked by the sinister appearance staring down at you.
“Fear not, My Sweet.” His voice is slightly muffled by the life support, the emotions were unbridled, intense and all together unhinged. He’s wholeheartedly delusional, diluted enough to believe he’s going to the the greatest Demon Lord who ever lived and would dismantle the world, rule it all the while having your love. He craves it, he needs it, he’s desperate for it. It drives him mad and being this close to you sends him to the brink of insanity.
Your limitless stubbornness is as wonderful as it is infuriating. All For One can’t have the object of his love be a pushover from the gate, at least not yet. He has to experience the pleasure of breaking you, making you submit to him before you’re allowed to follow his orders. He has to make you his Doll first, his obedient, beautiful Doll. That’s a tall order and as the days pass his desperation grows. The itch in the back of his mind needed to be scratched and it was becoming clear his tactics were having the effect he desired. You stymied his every attempt, reacted the exact opposite of how he expected. He loved it, the last flame of your fighting spirit getting snuffed out in his raging insistence. He was beginning to wear you down, headway was being made and the inevitable end result was near.
All For One’s machinations had increased in cruelness, once he had left you enough water to last a week and nothing else. The food vanished and all you were left with were bottles of water. He was gone for two weeks, it only took ten for you to teeter on the edge of sanity. Devoid of any interaction from the outside world. Only you, your thoughts and the dwindling “supplies”. When he returned he was pleased he was greeted with showers of affection, your touch was smothering and your body was pressed to his as close as humanly possible. The last of your will had fled in his absence and now his Doll was in the perfect state to mould to his liking.
That night it begins. You’re so needy, so greedy. He decides to indulge you and removes his helmet, confident you wouldn’t be repulsed by his scarred visage. He’s correct of course, when you were met with the invitation to express your desperation you take it. Your lips wander. Pressing messy and half-opened kisses to his neck, jaw, and whatever remained of his own lips as his massive hands lead you towards the bed. You don’t notice until the back of your knees hit the edge and suddenly you’re falling.
He’s on you in an instant. The bed sinks with his added weight and the heat he radiated replaced the warmth provided by your clothes. Before you knew it his thick yet dexterous fingers were pushing into your hole unprompted, sheathing them down to the knuckle before they were retracted. He was going to take immense satisfaction by making you climax until you were babbling incoherently before even preparing you for his villainous cock.
Which was exactly what he did, denying you orgasm until you were red in the face and sobbing. All For One sat back on his knees in victory, smirking as he watched you wiggle and writhe at the loss of attention. There was one final thing: hearing you finally give into him. He owned your body but he needed to own your mind, your soul, your spirit, everything.
“Say it.” In the moment his voice was low, gruff, reverberating throughout your clouded mind to send heat straight down to your nethers. You might’ve been aroused before but nothing compared to what his voice did to you.
“S-s-say w-wh-wha?” Barely able to form a sentence you willed yourself to speak, if only to repeat whatever he wanted so he would continue with his mind numbing ministrations. The lack of sending you in a desperate rut the likes of which you had never experienced. He was cruel, further denying you what you wanted. His hand so near to your skin that the tiny peach hairs picked up the presence but when your hips bucked to force him to touch you? He left entirely.
“Beg. Beg for me to fuck you, to ruin your body, to corrupt your mind and make you mine. Mine alone.”
That was quite the mouthful and you weren’t sure if you could say it back but that’s what he wanted. Mustering your frenzied will you commanded yourself to speak, to plead for what you so desperately wanted. “Please, please fuck me. Please I need you, I need you, please make me yours. I want to be yours, please!”
Every second, every breath, every thought had been leading up to this moment. All For One was in Seventh Heaven upon hearing your final submittance, exultantly triumphant. Your reward was swiftly delivered, the bulbous head of his cock pressed against the entrance of your hole and with one swift thrust he inserted himself to the hilt. The sharp edge of his hips cutting against the plush of your inner thighs, it hurt, it hurt so much. He had prepared you, scissoring and stretching you, it wasn’t enough. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as the full stuffing of his cock inside you was enough to make you regret begging him to fuck you, sensing this he didn’t move. Giving you time to adjust and acclimate while licking away your salty tears. The heat of his heavy breath oddly comforting.
Once your filled hole stopped fluttering all bets were off. His hips snapped expeditiously in the customary manner of fucking ones Doll till they came undone and fell into unconscious from the exhaustion and pleasure they felt. He was unrestrained. The initial softness and care he showed was the furthest thing in his mind now all that was left was a feral need to fuck his Doll till they were bedbound. He makes sure you know who owns you, using his numerous quirks to let you there was no escape. Musculoskeletal Coiling to make his already bed shattering thrusts harder. Proliferation, creating several pairs of arms and hands to tease you in places all at once. Reaching to grasp at your neck, fingers tweaking your oversensitive nipples all the while more teased and played with places unimaginable. Once using his Air Walk quirk to suspend you both amidst the impactful love-making.
Time had no meaning. Whatever seconds you counted to remember how many times he had made you climax were a distant dream, black spots appeared in your vision, your body somehow numb and pained all at once. The lightest touch was like you had been set on fire. In one particularly lucid moment you swore a drop of his milky cum was sliding past your nose but you don’t remember blowing him or snorting it out but in the haze who knows what had happened. Finally the peaceful sleep wrapped you in its arms and carried you off to a safer place for a time.
Just as you passed out All For One finally came. Engorging you to the very brim, his fingers acting as a stopper to keep his demonic cum from spilling out. Whatever was left of the wrecked bed was used as All For One took your limp, sleeping body and wrapped you up in the soiled duvet.
The afterglow shone brightly like a halo while he laid with you. Keeping you flush against him. The plotting began again. Awaiting your eventual awakening to show you the other quirks at his disposal. He was far from done with you. It hadn’t been a day since your submission and he intended to keep you as his Doll till you were well and old and your last breath was the escape from his eternal love.
@undermattsun your server is a fever dream and i am terminal.
a/n (the first of many): this is the absolute worst thing i have ever seen and i will love and protect it for the rest of my life. check out the rest of this flaming piss fire here. i am completely, wholly sorry for anyone that reads this. no. one. perceive. me.
pairing: sendai frogs x the oc from a 5sos fanfic i wrote in 2013
word count: ~800 of the last words my brain cells will ever produce
tw?wattpad.
“Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life” - The Fray (a/n: sorry, i don’t listen to normal music like the other girls if you don’t like the fray gtfo-_-)
it’s funny how life works. one day, you’re just sitting on the bus, putting my long thick beautiful hair in to a messy bun (ugh i’m so ugly) and the next, i get thrown into a van.
“w-what are you doing?” i say, i bit my lip nervously because i’m quirky.
I can’t decide what I love more: the use of POGGERS, the fray lyrics, the volleyball in the banner or the whiplash reading this gave me TW WATTPAD INDEED <333
Some of the final known photographs of 17 year-old Brittanee Drexel (pictured in the middle and on the left) with her friends in Myrtle Beach, SC.
Brittanee is originally from Rochester, NY and was taking a trip with some new friends to Myrtle Beach for spring break in April of 2009.Brittanee’s mother had not granted her permission to go on this trip—she was concerned because these friends were a few years older than Brittanee and Brittanee did not know them very well yet. Still, Brittanee was determined to go and told her mother that she was spending a few nights at a friends house in Rochester. Instead, she went to Myrtle Beach.
The trip did not go as planned for Brittanee. According to her boyfriend, John Grieco, Brittanee wasn’t getting along very well with the girls on the trip. On April 25th, Brittanee decided to walk to her friend Peter Brozowitz’s hotel room at Blue Water Resort. Peter was an acquaintance of Brittanee’s from NY, and she was getting along much better with him than she was with the girls with whom she was staying.
Brittanee walked about a mile from her hotel to the Blue Water Resort—however, shortly after arriving, one of the girls texted Brittanee and demanded that she come back to their hotel to return a pair of shorts she had borrowed. Surveillance footage shows Brittanee leaving the Blue Water Resort at 8:48pm. She texted John as she traveled, expressing how she was annoyed about having to walk back to the hotel. At one point, Brittanee stopped replying. John grew concerned, as they had been constantly texting throughout the trip and it was unusual for Brittanee to stop replying without ending the conversation. John continued to try to get ahold of her, warning that he was going to call her mom if she did not reply. Hours passed without hearing from Brittanee, and John finally broke down and called Brittanee’s mother, Dawn. Dawn was able to contact the girls Brittanee had traveled with and they were unable to locate her as well. Dawn then contacted Myrtle Beach authorities to report Brittanee missing.
Brittanee’s remains have been found AND an arrest has finally been made.
The Georgetown County Sheriff’s Office announced on May 16th that they have arrested a man named Raymond Moody (62). He is charged with kidnapping, rape, and murder in relation to Brittanee’s case.
Moody is a registered sex offender, and he was named a person of interest in Brittanee’s case back in 2012. Back then, investigators searched a hotel room he stayed in at the time of Brittanee’s disappearance. It was never disclosed if they found any evidence at that time, but investigators did say that they did not have enough evidence to formally label him as a suspect.
Investigators turned their attention away from Moody in 2016, after the FBI announced that they believed Brittanee had been kidnapped and held hostage in McClellanville by a group of people associated with Timothy Taylor. However, Taylor was only 16 years-old at the time Brittanee went missing. Jailhouse informants told investigators that they saw Brittanee at Taylor’s residence back in April 2009. Taylor has adamantly denied any involvement in Brittanee’s disappearance and at this time, it appears that he is no longer a suspect.
It is unclear what led investigators back to Moody, but they were able to search property that belongs to him during early May. During their search, they found human remains. Dental records have confirmed that those remains belong to Brittanee Drexel.
Moody’s arrest warrant states that Moody strangled Brittanee to death on the night she was kidnapped. It is believed she was buried the next day.
News about Brittanee’s case is currently unfolding. Updates will be provided as they come.
Just learned a friend’s uncle was kidnapped and enslaved for 20 years and just recently has been reunited with his family. Anyone who tells you slavery is an old solved issue and that human trafficking targets only women are wrong.
Let me tell you about something very dangerous: Werewolves. They come out at night and they kill people. Sometimes they stop at only brutally maiming people, but then those people turn into more werewolves.
Given how dangerous werewolves are, maybe there should be a law that bans werewolves from assaulting humans. There’s just one problem with such a “ban:” Werewolves aren’t real! There are humans who kill or assault other people during the night, and there are laws against that. But if you talk about a potential “ban on werewolves” you are implicitly saying that werewolves are a real thing.
If someone selling laundry detergent claims that drinking detergent cures COVID-19, that would be illegal. But the law banning such claims isn’t called a “ban on the cure for COVID-19,” it’s a ban on fraud.
If someone were to force-feed laundry detergent to you claiming it would cure your COVID-19, they would also be breaking the law. But the law they would be breaking isn’t called a “ban on curing COVID-19,” it’s called a ban on assault.
If someone locked you up in a cellar and told you they wouldn’t let you out unless you “consented” to drink laundry detergent, and claimed that it was to cure your COVID-19 (whether or not you actually have COVID-19), then that would also be illegal. But the law they would be breaking isn’t called a "ban on curing COVID-19,“ it’s called a ban on kidnapping.
The fact is that right now, there is no medical procedure which can change someone’s orientation. Calling any proposal a "ban on conversion therapy” is buying into the conservative propaganda that “conversion therapy” is real. And it opens the door to bad-faith conservative talking points like “what about people who WANT to be changed?"
What we should be talking about is banning three very real dangerous practices:
1)Fraud: advertising a harmful procedure as being both safe and able to do something it can’t.
2)Assault of minors: poking kids with a shock probe is assault.
3)Kidnapping: Locking up an adult and telling them they can’t leave unless they "consent” to be poked with a shock probe.
All three of those are real things that the people who claim to practice “conversion therapy” actually do.
“Hey,” he said. His voice was warm and kind, and it roused Beca from sleep. “I made breakfast.”
Beca blinked awake, a hand coming up to rub at the headache that was constantly pushing at the backs of her eyes.
“It’s going to get cold,” he said. He pulled back the sheet of their bed and held out a hand for her to take. He was smiling, but that did nothing to comfort Beca.
imagine your kidnapper bringing you little treats sometimes, and they’re somehow always your most favorite foods. only for you to learn they watched you so intently, they picked up on the little things you loved the most
“i’ve watched every move you’ve made for weeks, sweetheart. months even. i know you love ____ because you went there every tuesday. and i know ____ are your favorite because every time you’d go to a gas station, you would grab some. i pay attention to the little things because i love you, i want to make you happy! oh don’t cry darling, it’s okay. shhhh.”
daydreaming about my kidnapper throwing my gagged n tied up self into their trunk, telling me we’re going on a field trip for the day, only to find out they took me to be used and abused by their friends all day long
Virgil shivered from the intensity of the pain that began to radiate down his spine as he felt himself waking from his enforced sleep. Forcing his eyes open he breathed in and out as he tried to focus on his surroundings. Virgil could see and feel the chains that held his ankles and feet to the floor, he was still on his knees, his hands were still raised above his head and were shackled to the restraints that were hanging from the ceiling. Looking straight ahead Virgil could see there were two men in the room, the one sat behind the computer and the other was stood directly behind the other man. He could hear the men talking, the man who was sat at the console looked flustered, while the other seemed to be shifting about anxiously. Virgil tried to listen but was unable to make out what was being said. Eventually the man who had been standing hurried out of the room, while the other continued to work.
Glancing down Virgil felt a tear trickle down his face, when he noticed the open chain lying on the floor with the picture of his mother inside. The continuous visions of his mother’s death that the Hood had planted in his mind continued to stalk his dreams. Constantly reminding him of that day and the way she had been taken away from them all so suddenly. Now, he also had the added knowledge that their mother’s death had been planned and perpetrated by the Hood. She had been purposely ripped from them all and taken from them far too soon. Virgil felt more tears running down his face as the anger inside him began to grow. He was going to make the Hood pay for what he had done, he really didn’t know how, but he would make him suffer!
Hearing the door to his cell open Virgil noticed the Hood enter the room, he was clearly enraged, and immediately marched over to the computer and barked some instructions at the man who was sat there. The man then nodded and continued his work. After a few more moments, a smirk spread across both the Hoods and the other man’s face, the Hood leaned in and whispered something to the man, he then turned towards Virgil and noticed he was awake. The Hood sneered and walked over to the table with the torture devices on. He picked up the handgun from earlier, looked over at Virgil, making sure he could see what he had chosen, he then placed it in his inner pocket, and made his way towards him.
“It seems your family have not listened to my instructions and have tried to track our location.” The Hood snarled. “Now, luckily we were able to put a stop to that and very soon they will see you pay for their mistakes.”
“You’re not going to get away with this.” Virgil snapped back. “They will never stop trying to find me!”
“Really, is that so?” The Hood mocked. “Even after I’ve killed you and there’s nothing they can do to save you?”
Virgil paused. “Even if you do… They will continue to hunt you down… And they will make every second of your life a living hell!”
“You seem to have a lot of faith in your family.” The Hood paused and leaned in towards Virgil. “After we’ve finished and disposed of you, then I think one of your other brothers will be next.”
Virgil felt his anger rising. “If you hurt any of my brothers…”
“You’ll what, what are you going to do?” The Hood replied sarcastically.
Virgil pulled against his chains in a rage. “If you untie me then I’ll be very happy to show you!”
The Hood stared at Virgil with an amused look. “Well, I have to say, you’ve certainly got a lot more spirit than I gave you credit for… Still trying to fight back… Still trying to escape… Even when you’ve been hurt so much, and any type of escape is completely helpless.” The Hood paused, smiled, and then continued. “I’m sure we can take that fight away from you with the torture I have planned for you later. For now, I think I’ll make you suffer another way. As you experienced previously with the visions I made you see, I don’t have to rely on just physical torture. No, with my powers I can cause you all types of pain.” The Hood lifted his hand and placed it on Virgil’s head causing Virgil to scream out in agony. “Migraines are horrible, aren’t they? They can cause so much discomfort.” The Hoods eyes began to glow as he stared into Virgil’s eyes. Virgil felt the pain rip through his skull as he once again cried out. The Hood let out a scornful laugh. “Let that be a lesson to you boy!” He scoffed. “And I can do a lot worse than that if I’m pushed enough.” Turning back towards the man sat at the computer the Hood continued to speak. “We’ll contact them back later than planned.” The Hood then turned to face Virgil once more. “We’ll make them wait… Make them sweat!” With another sinister laugh the Hood turned and left the room, leaving Virgil shaking in pain.
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Several hours later:
Virgil’s eyes snapped open when he heard several voices enter the room. It was the Hood returning with the six men. Virgil watched as they made their way over to the guy at the computer and spoke quietly to him, the Hood then turned and made his way over to Virgil with the same man who had whipped him earlier.
“Get him ready.” The Hood instructed.
The man moved behind Virgil and began to unchain his hands, as soon as they were free the man pushed Virgil flat onto the floor. Virgil looked ahead and could see his chain within easy reach. However, he didn’t have the time to react as the man delivered a sharp punch to his back and then pulled Virgil’s arms roughly behind him. He gripped them tightly and yanked him back up on his knees. The Hood nodded to the man with a satisfied grin, he then turned to the camera and stared into the lens as the indicator switched from red to green.
… …
Back at Tracy Island:
It had now been 6 hours since the Hood should have contacted them and still nothing had been received. Scott sat in the middle of the sofa with his one arm around Alan who was leaning his head against Scott’s chest, his other arm was placed firmly around John, while Gordon sat on the floor leaning against the settee. Jeff sat on a chair next to his mother, who held his hand gently for support. Brains sat at the computer with Penny and Parker stood closely behind him. Tin-Tin stood behind the sofa with her father Kyrano next to her. They all waited silently, hoping and praying that Virgil was still alive and a link would soon be sent. Suddenly, a beep started emitting from Brain’s computer.
“I’m picking up their transmission… Accepting it now.” Brains said, as he tapped some buttons. The large screen in front of them once again flickered into life.
The image of the Hood appeared on the screen and just behind him they could see Virgil with his feet and ankles still chained to the floor. However, his arms were no longer bound, and were instead being held firmly behind his back.
“Ah, hello there.” The Hood scoffed. “Welcome back to the party… I believe you’ve been keeping yourself busy trying to track down our location without our knowledge. Well as you may have realised, those attempts were made in vain and it only caused my rage to grow. So, I decided I had to teach you a lesson for breaking my rules. You see I really hate it when people such as yourself deliberately disobey me! Now, I originally told you I would put a bullet through your son’s head if you defied my instructions. So, as I always believe in keeping a promise… That’s what I thought I would do.” The Hood turned and stood at Virgil’s side and pulled the gun from his inner pocket.
“I told you I would give you anything you wanted if you let him go.” Jeff yelled at the screen.
“Oh, but you already are giving me what I want… The pitiful cries for your child’s life!” The Hood sneered.
Jeff paused, he didn’t care if he was begging anymore, all he wanted was his son home, and being held safely in his arms. “There must… There must be something… Just name it.” The desperation in his voice becoming more evident every second.
The Hood went quiet and then looked back at the camera, an ominous smile spreading across his face. “Yes, there is something.”
“So, what do you want?” Jeff demanded.
The Hood smiled. “I want everything! Your machines, your technology, your money and your base! But most of all I want revenge for what I’ve been put through!”
“Why do you want revenge, what could my boy have possibly done to you?”
“Your son here hasn’t done anything. This is all down to you and what you have done to me Jeff Tracy!”
“Wait… How do you know my name, who are you Hood?” Jeff questioned.
The Hood grabbed Virgil by the hair. “Maybe you can ask this one, I’ve told him who I am, what you’ve done, what I’ve done in retaliation and he knows exactly why I’m doing this… I thought it was only fair to reveal to him the reason he would have to die for his father’s mistakes.”
“What mistakes? Why don’t you stop hiding behind that mask Hood and reveal who you are?” Jeff yelled.
“Seriously… You still haven’t worked out who I am? I thought that you would have recognised my voice Jeff… Or maybe my imbecile of a half-brother would have worked it out.”
“Balah Gaat!” Kyrano exclaimed as he dropped to the floor in shock.
“Father!” Tin-Tin cried out, helping her dad to a nearby chair.
“Balah Gaat… I should have known.” Jeff said, as he dropped his head into his hands.
“Yes, you really should have… But now you do know who I am… And you’ve probably guessed exactly what I am going to do to your boy!”
“Wait… Is… Is this because of what happened to your wife and child?” Jeff asked in disbelief.
“Yes, of course it is!” The Hood roared.
“What happened to them both was a tragedy,” Jeff said sympathetically.
“And because of your choice to help others first my boy died!” The Hood growled.
“Both your wife and son died when the initial earthquake hit,” Jeff added sadly. “Many men, women and children died that day and unfortunately there was nothing I or anyone else could have done to save them.”
“That’s not true Jeff… I know my boy would have survived if you helped him first… He was strong like me… You are a murderer Jeff Tracy and because of that you will be punished!”
Jeff paused and then continued “Look, this is obviously between me and you. Let him go… And take me instead.”
“Oh, but that wouldn’t be as much fun now would it Jeff… Now how do those sayings go… A child for a child? No… No, I believe it’s… A son for a son!” The Hood moved behind Virgil. “Say goodbye to your boy Mr Tracy.”
“Please… Please don’t do this,” Jeff begged.
The Hood raised the gun and pointed it towards Virgil’s head. “Too late.” He sneered as he pulled the trigger and the gun fired.
Everyone in the room shut their eyes in terror, unable to watch as the gun fired, and the shot echoed around the room. Silence followed, then an arrogant laugh roared out of the screen causing all of them to open their eyes. Mouths dropped open in shock and relief when they were greeted with an alive but shaking Virgil, who was still being held firmly by one of the Hoods men.
The Hood continued his mocking laugh. “Did you really think I would kill him… With a gun? No, that would be too easy and to quick a death… No. No, your child here deserves to die in agony!”
But I do think that this is absolutely astonishing that he was able to successfully get revenge on everyone on his hit list AND have little jail time. That’s some big brain energy. Now, he can finally enjoy his life(kinda)❤
