{mature}
You thought back on your life before the day you had first met him.
A life of freedom, and how it ended it for you.
All because of one man.
Simon Riley.
A man with a voice like a siren calling your name.
You could almost feel it even now.
His touch on your skin.
His cold fingers on your lips.
You heard his footsteps near the door, soon creaking open.
It was Simon, a charming and handsome young man, dressed in a sharp suit, his hair ruffled.
His eyes were as brown as the coffee stains on a white shirt, innocent and soft, yet you knew well they were far beyond being kind. He walked towards you, sitting on the bed next to you.
"Y/n, love."
He reached out a hand, resting it on your cheek. His touch was soft and caring, like a lover's. You could almost imagine he wasn't capable of the terrible acts of violence he committed.
If only.
His lips brushed up against your forehead, his breath tickling your skin.
"You do realize I'll never let you leave here, don't you y/n? You are mine. Forever and always."
His lips grazed you ear as he took in a deep breath. The perfume you used was intoxicating to him, like a drug.
A drug he absolutely loved.
A drug he refused to give up.
"Fucking hell, y/n. Wearing that perfume I really like, yeah?"
"...yes."
As much as you wanted to forget that this was man was a killer, a possessive and controlling man, you couldn't.
He had been nice to you so far.
So far.
Your eyes shifted away from, desperately trying to look anywhere but at him.
"Don't look away."
He held your cheeks in his hand and forced you to look into his eyes, the smile fading from his face.
"Don't you ever, ever look away again. Do you understand?"
"...I understand Simon..."
"Good. Good girl."
He gently stroked his hand across your jawline, brushing your lips lightly with his thumb.
"You're mine. Mine, mine, mine."
He kept repeating it, over and over. Like he needed to say it or you would disappear from his grasp.
"If anyone tries to take you away from me. I'll kill them. I'll fucking kill them."
You knew he wasn't light on his threat.
He kissed you gently, holding you so close. No sincerity could be found in his eyes as you met his gaze. Only a look that sent a cold shudder down your spine, like a snake sloping across the rocks, ready to strike.
"I love you, y/n. I love you so fucking much, yeah?"
He said it with such certainty, such conviction, that there could be no doubt. Her perfume, her scent, it was like a drug to him. Almost as good as whiskey.
"I love you too, Simon."
"Damn right you do. Can't do anything without me, can you?"
Lies.
Lies.
Lies.
You were doing fine. A stable job, a nice little apartment in the city.
All gone.
He held you close. Not so much out of love as much as a show of power. It was like Simon couldn't tell the difference between love and obsession.
He put a finger on your nose and let out an audible huff of laughter, the tension breaking for a moment.
"You're adorable, you know that?"
He pulled away a little as the charm returned to his voice.
Like he couldn't be a dangerous man.
A monster of a criminal.
"Like a little bunny."
He patted your cheek, his hands moving lower down your body, to your hips.
"I missed you so fucking much, y/n. Missed you so damn much."
For a moment you thought he truly did love you.
And he did.
Just in his own twisted way.
His hands rested on your hips. He was close. Too close. You could smell his cologne, smell his breath.
"Had me thinking about you. Thinking how good you looked in my bed, crying as I fucked you."
He kissed you, and this time his coldness has been replaced by an intense, desperate need. And you kissed him back. With your own desperate need. You felt his fingers dig into your hips, into your soft skin.
"Come here."
It wasn't a request, nor a suggestion.
So you complied.
Shifting your body closer to his, you ended up sitting on his lap, your face pointed towards him as your hands rested on his shoulders.
You could practically feel it; a small gun in the pocket of his suit; his favorite gun.
"The gun, did you use it?"
You couldn't help but ask.
He stayed silent for a moment, then pulled the gun from the pocket of his suit, placing it on the bed beside him with his hand resting on it. He smiled sweetly at you.
"Maybe I did. Why, afraid I used it to kill that sad excuse of a man?"
A devilish look was on his face as he reached over and gently pulled a few strands of hair away from your neck, his lips hovering ever so closely to your lovely pale neck.
"I could have killed that bastard. I could kill anyone that ever talked to you, y/n. I could kill anybody I want to. But I didn't."
"You let him live?"
With one word the hammer could fall, the bullet could rip into your flesh. But he didn't move. He didn't bother pointing the gun at you.
"You don't believe me?"
His free thumb ran across your cheek, his eyes intense and calculating.
You don't even know where this man came from, this wasn't the passionate Simon you knew.
"Maybe I should just fuck some sense into you..."
This was someone who was utterly ruthless.
"What?"
"You heard me, love."
Simon's finger pressed against your lips, knowing you couldn't do anything about it. You could've backed away or at the very least pulled away, but you did neither.
You were his obedient little bunny after all.
His finger now rested on the hammer of the gun, as if at any moment he would shoot you.
"So what do you say? Should I do just that? Fuck you till all you can do is nod that pretty little head of yours, crying like the little slut you are? Hm?"
His smile was sickly sweet, as if he didn't say all that just now. It made you think, even for a moment, that he does care.
But then again, remember what he would do, what he would do to you if you ever tried to leave, if you ever betrayed him.
"Simon, I-"
You didn't know what to say.
A part of you wanted him to do just that.
To make you forget, your mind a pure mess as he fucked you.
"Please..."
"Please what, love?"
"...fuck me...like the slut I am..."
"Atta girl. Wasn't so hard now was it."
His voice was a gentle tone, one so soothing to your ears yet so cold at the same time. His smile saying how much he loved you, yet his eyes telling you just how dangerous he was.
"Come here."
You could feel your heart beat faster in your chest as you hear the words.
The man was unpredictable.
One moment kind, the next cold.
His gaze ran over you body as he waited. You could feel him practically undressing you.
No matter what he did, you couldn't help but want him. Want him and love him.
In your own twisted way.
You slowly got up from his lap, his finger leaving your lips as you stood in front of him. Even while he sat, he still towered over you.
His hand moves towards you, his fingers playing in your hair.
"Such a good girl for me."
His voice was filled with cold amusement, his eyes full of cold and cruelty. It was almost like at any moment he could lash out and hurt you.
Slowly, his hand gently stroked your face, his eyes never leaving yours.
You don't know what he'll do.
The gun still sat on the bed, his hand resting on it.
He was so unpredictable, so dangerous.
"Let's make this a little more interesting, yeah?"
He shifted on the bed, manspreading his legs apart as he made himself comfortable.
"What do you mean?"
"You get to ask me 5 questions. Any question. In return for each question I answer..."
Slowly, his fingers trailed down to your neck, wrapping around your pale neck. Just slightly, he tightened his grasp, restricting a little air.
"...you have to do whatever I say. Okay?"
"...okay."
He smiled sweetly, the cold and cruel man you've seen all the time replaced by a slightly caring version of him.
It was still strange, seeing both versions of him, back and forth without any rhyme or reason.
But you don't care.
You love him.
In your own twisted way.
"Go ahead, love. Ask me any question."
"My family...they think I'm dead, don't they?"
"Course they do, love. Think I want your annoying family bothering me, asking me where you went? Like fucking hell I do."
Simon raised an eyebrow, a cocky look on his face. That sweet, sweet smile still on his lips as he nodded at you.
Of course he would make them think you're dead.
He wouldn't want his sweet little bunny having a slimmer of hope going back to living their normal life again.
"I answered a question, now you have to do something I tell you to do. So strip."
"W-what?"
"You heard me, y/n. Strip. And I mean everything."
You obeyed.
It wasn't easy. Your hands fumbling to get the dress over your head, his eyes never leaving yours as he watched you.
To think you enjoyed it slightly...the way he was watching you...the way he sat...
"I haven't got all day princess."
"I'm trying...it's just..it's stuck, ok?"
"Fucking hell, y/n. Get your ass over here, I'll do it myself."
Without giving you a chance to reply, he grabbed your arm, dragging you closer. His calloused hands ripping the dress off your body.
"Fuck, y/n..."
A groan left his lips as he looked at you standing there in only your black lingerie set.
The one he bought for you a few days ago.
"If I didn't know any better, I bet you wore this on purpose, y/n."
Maybe you did.
Maybe you didn't.
"On second thought, let's keep this on, shall we?"
You could only nod your head, agreeing with every little word he said.
You could feel the his fingers move across your body, slowly and sensually. He kissed your lips here and there, but for most of the time, he was exploring your body. Your waist. Your thighs. Your breasts.
And his other hand was at your ass, gripping it, making you feel helpless.
"You're so fucking beautiful, y/n."
You could tell he was trying to control himself, to not hurt you.
What a first.
Maybe he did care?
Maybe he did really love you?
Of course...in his own twisted way.
"...who else, Simon?"
"Who else what?"
He asked, his voice dripping with amusement. He seemed so amused, almost as if you asked a stupid question.
You just want to know who else thought you were dead. Who he manipulated into believing his little lie.
But of course, he was acting dumb, oblivious to the question.
His hand moved lower and lower, now caressing your hips and thighs, his fingers running across the fabric of your panties.
"You know exactly what...who else thinks I'm dead?"
"Nobody that cares enough about you."
His voice was filled with cold amusement as he leaned close to your lips. His hand moved back to his gun as he picked it up, resting it on his thigh.
You could feel his presence hovering over you, his hands moving over your panties, rubbing your clit, slowly...sensually....
"That's two questions, y/n. My turn."
Almost in an instant, his hand withdrew from you clothed clit, and you wished he hadn't.
With pleading eyes, you looked up at him.
Why'd he have to stop?
"Open your mouth."
"My mouth?"
"For fucks sake. Yes, your mouth."
You hesitated. Open your mouth? For what?
Your refusal to cooperate only seemed to amuse him as he brought his face even closer to yours.
"Open it, y/n."
You could feel his breath wash across your cheek.
"Don't make me open that pretty little mouth of yours myself."
Slowly, you did as he said.
"Atta girl."
He held his gun to your lips, rubbing it against your lower lips, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity through you.
"...Simon?"
"Sacred, y/n? Don't worry. It could be loaded, or it might not be loaded. But that's what makes it more fun."
It may be loaded.
It may be not.
Russian roulette...no?
"Give it a good head, yeah? I want you to act like it's my dick in your mouth."
You let your lips wrap around the smooth black steel, the taste of metal filling your mouth.
The muzzle of the pistol pressed against your jaw, sharp and cold.
The barrel filling your mouth.
One shot, one kill.
But that's what makes it fun, no?
"You're making a mess, y/n. You like it that much, don't you?"
His eyes gleamed under the dim light in the room as he leaned over you, his hair falling across his forehead.
"Look at you, y/n. Sucking off a gun. Taking it like the good little slut you are."
And you were.
Drooling as the gun was pressed against your tongue as you sucked it off.
A good slut indeed.
Simon's other hand dug into your slender hips, dragging along his rough hand over your soft skin.
His breathing quickened as he watched the gun in your mouth, the steel of it filling your pretty little mouth.
"Mpfh...Sim-"
"Doing so good for me, y/n. You're not done yet, just a little more."
You felt like throwing up, the taste burning your throat. But then again...you liked it at the same time.
Just one pull of the trigger, and you're dead.
Just
One
Pull
A moan left your lips, your breath catching in your throat at the sting of the gun cut the corner of your lips.
You could already feel it; a wetness between your legs as your body responded to the high you were getting from sucking the gun.
Oh, how you want to scream out in frustration at yourself for enjoying this.
He watched you, his eyes lingering on your bare thighs as you began to shake.
The image of your wet pussy was more than enough for him to get off at himself.
"Fucking hell, y/n. Don't tell me you're already wet there."
He ran his fingers up and down your clothed clit again, making you suck in another breath as the sensations flooded your body.
All the while you were still sucking his gun off.
Another moan left your lips, your eyes closed as you tried to block out the pleasure his touch was causing.
It was impossible.
Up.
Down.
Up.
Down.
He abused your clit, rubbing it, flicking it. Anything that caused your head to go into overdrive. You could already feel your underwear soaked in your own juices.
"I think that's enough questions for today, yeah? You could barely even say my name, love."
A nod was all that you could muster up as your legs buckled underneath you as he continued to tease you relentlessly.
The muzzle of the gun slide out of your mouth, making room for Simon's lips. You can taste his breath; whiskey and cigarettes mixed with the taste of your own blood from your cut lip.
You couldn't help but ask one more question...
"...Asa...what about Asa?"
"That little shit? You're seriously asking me about him...?"
He pulled away from your lips as he stared at you.
Angrily.
For a moment, you think you thought you heard a flash of annoyance in his voice. But it was gone before you could even be sure. All the while, his fingers paused their abuse on your clit as they lingered there.
"...does he think I'm dead?"
"Of course he does. Fucking bastard..."
"Are you...jealous?"
You almost laughed at the sight of him, his face contorted in anger and annoyance.
"Jealous? You think I'm jealous of that pencil stick? He doesn't fuck you the way I do, y/n."
Without a single warning, he pulled down your panties as he shoved in one finger.
Then another.
And another.
You couldn't hold back the moans and curses that left your lips as he scissored your inside, his rough fingers sliding in and out.
"He can't get you to cum from just his fingers, y/n. He couldn't even give you a proper fuck even if he tried."
He watched your face as he let out a small chuckle, his voice filled with cold mockery.
"S-Simon, please..."
"You know, y/n, I'd hate to think that my little slut thought I would be jealous over a prick. Doesn't make me look good, now does it?"
His fingers fucked you at an unholy pace, giving you no chance to breathe.
Whines and whimpers left your lips as you tried your hardest to stay standing, your hands now grasping onto his shoulders.
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you neared your first orgasm of the night, just from his fingers alone.
How pathetic.
"Shit, sh-...Simon, coming, m'cominggg...fuck...."
All you could do was whimper out broken little words as you came all over his fingers.
"Fuck, that's it. Just like that. Fucking hell, look at how much you came."
He gave you that sweet smile again as he pulled his fingers away from your swollen folds, bringing it to your mouth.
"Lick it all off, y/n."
And you did.
You took his fingers that were covered in your come with into your mouth, the bitter taste flooding your mouth.
"Atta girl."
You almost choked on his fingers as they pushed a bit further into your mouth, pressing down your tongue.
"Fucking hell, y/n. Can't take a few fingers in your mouth? You were just sucking my gun off so good. So fucking good, like the goddamn slut you are."
He growled at you as he worked to unbuckle his belt from his waist, throwing it to one side as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled his twitching cock free.
"Get your ass on my lap. Now."
Not a request.
Not a suggestion.
A command.
With what little strength you had left in your weak legs, you steadily got onto his lap, his own hands gripping your hips as he positioned you over his cock, dripping with precum.
"You know I love you, right? I love you so fucking much, y/n."
He does love you.
Really, he does.
Why else would he lock you up in his home.
Why else would he hurt you?
Why else would he use you?
Why else would he abuse you?
Because he loves you, of course.
In
His
Own
Twisted
Way
Just like you love him, in your own twisted way.
"...I love you too, Simon."
"Of course you do."
In one quick movement, he slammed into you, his cock painfully burying itself in the walls of your pussy.
You let out a pained scream, tears brimming your eyes. Not even his fingers helped prepare you for his cock. You could feel your walls twitching and tightening around his cock.
"Fuck...that's it, y/n. Let it out, love. Doing so good for me, yeah?"
You nodded as you hands found their way under his arms, grasping onto his shirt.
"Simon...It hurts.."
"I know, sweetheart, I know. But you're taking me so well, yeah? Look at you. Taking my cock so fucking good...bloody hell..."
Before you could even respond, he lifted your hips up and slammed into you again, harder this time.
He loved it.
Your whines and squirms.
Your face flushed.
Your hair tangled in your face.
The tears.
The drool.
The red on your cheeks.
God, he loved it.
"You're going to be the death of me, y/n. You and that fucking pussy of yours." He grunted as he thrusted again and again.
"S-Simon...I...fuck it hurts. Simon-"
And it did hurt. It hurt so much. But you loved it. You loved it. You hated it. You wanted him to break you, to fuck you till all you could even do was whimper his sweet, sweet name.
"M-More..Simon..." You whimpered out as you could feel yourself near your second orgasm.
And of course, he listened to your demands.
"Such a needy slut you are, y/n. Bloody hell...I can feel your pussy tightening on my dick."
He pumped into you harder and faster, the sound of his hips slapping against you echoing through the bedroom.
He wasn't slowing down. Impaling you over and over, grunting with each violent thrust, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as tears spilled down your cheeks.
"Simon. Simon, please.. M'cumming—fuckfuck, please, I'm—" You sobbed out, your half-lidded eyes meeting his.
And of course, he had that sweet smile.
"Cum for me, y/n. My good little slut."
Contrast to his words, he kissed your tears away, his fingers gripping your hips as he thrusted relentlessly, giving you the high your body craved so much.
Your orgasm came, hitting you like an earthquake. Your legs shaking, tears streaking your pretty little face...
And you loved it.
You loved him.
You loved him.
In your own twisted way...
"...I love you, Simon..."