Prison Bitch 1b/1
anonymous
January 26 2011, 06:49:26 UTC
In a move that seemed almost two fast to be real his arm was yanked and he found it twisted behind his back, the boy with it. Ivan had to bend to stop it from hurting too much so his breath gusted by his ear as he sid, tone still light and cheerful. Even though Ivan couldn’t break the hold. “Ah well, that’s where you’re kind of wrong.” His feet were kicked out from under him. “What is it with you people?” Ivan tried to scrabble away but a hand was in his hair and suddenly the side of his head was putting the cement floor, hard as the boy slammed it down. “I’m nice, I welcome you with a smile.”
He kept doing it and Ivan went limp, hoping he would take that as surrender and stop. “I try and make friends.” He did stop, after banging his head three more times after Ivan had went limp. “But none of you people listen!” He turned him over and straddled him, blue eyes mad but in a way a child got mad when people weren’t playing with him. “You’re all big bullies!” Ivan flinched as his other hand headed fast towards his face but the hit never came, instead it was a gentle caress which had him slowly opening his eyes.
The anger was gone like it had never existed and the smile was back. Ivan could feel his head bleeding. “But hey now, like I said, I want someone to stay here instead of having to deal with a new person every time I blink.” He wriggled his eyebrows. “What do you say? You look like you could be a sweetheart if you put some effort into it. Do you think you could do that for me?”
The hand in his hair tightened and Ivan nodded, feeling sick as he did so. The grin got bigger, and more terrifying because it reached his eyes, not like Ivan’s. Ivan had to close his eyes when he smiled if he didn’t want someone to know it was fake. “Really? That’s great!” He let go of Ivan but didn’t get off him. “Hey I still need your name.”
“I-Ivan.” All the fight was knocked out of him, this man was fast, he was strong and the fact that he had such a smile was terrifying. It was better to cooperate and try to just stay out of his way.
“That’s a great name sweetheart, I have a feeling we’ll be great friends.”
He didn’t want to appear completely weak so he asked, “Your name?” He just hoped asking questions wouldn’t end badly.
He blinked. “Eh, oh it’s Alfred F. Jones.” He ran one finger through the blood down the side of Ivan’s head and chirped, “Wow you taste good.” Ivan shuddered and hoped he would get out of this alive.
Re: Prison Bitch 1b/1
anonymous
January 26 2011, 12:52:49 UTC
I'm not a mod but I wanted to remind you that part 7 is closed (and almost full!) Make sure to post the rest in the current past part fills and leave a link here so reader!anons can follow you.
Also, more please! I love seeing the relationship dynamics between characters shaken up and sociopath!Alfred is one of my guilty favorite character kinks.
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Re: Prison Bitch 1b/1
anonymous
January 27 2011, 01:44:53 UTC
sweetheart OMG this just... /this/ is awesome because you did not make it all 'giggles Ima fuck you up' it was so subtle and then ' BAM' and hen it was all nice again...omgI love this
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He kept doing it and Ivan went limp, hoping he would take that as surrender and stop. “I try and make friends.” He did stop, after banging his head three more times after Ivan had went limp. “But none of you people listen!” He turned him over and straddled him, blue eyes mad but in a way a child got mad when people weren’t playing with him. “You’re all big bullies!” Ivan flinched as his other hand headed fast towards his face but the hit never came, instead it was a gentle caress which had him slowly opening his eyes.
The anger was gone like it had never existed and the smile was back. Ivan could feel his head bleeding. “But hey now, like I said, I want someone to stay here instead of having to deal with a new person every time I blink.” He wriggled his eyebrows. “What do you say? You look like you could be a sweetheart if you put some effort into it. Do you think you could do that for me?”
The hand in his hair tightened and Ivan nodded, feeling sick as he did so. The grin got bigger, and more terrifying because it reached his eyes, not like Ivan’s. Ivan had to close his eyes when he smiled if he didn’t want someone to know it was fake. “Really? That’s great!” He let go of Ivan but didn’t get off him. “Hey I still need your name.”
“I-Ivan.” All the fight was knocked out of him, this man was fast, he was strong and the fact that he had such a smile was terrifying. It was better to cooperate and try to just stay out of his way.
“That’s a great name sweetheart, I have a feeling we’ll be great friends.”
He didn’t want to appear completely weak so he asked, “Your name?” He just hoped asking questions wouldn’t end badly.
He blinked. “Eh, oh it’s Alfred F. Jones.” He ran one finger through the blood down the side of Ivan’s head and chirped, “Wow you taste good.” Ivan shuddered and hoped he would get out of this alive.
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I love it, especially because it's still identifiably *America*, but a very twisted version of him. I'm dying to know what's next, anon.
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A.M anon, you are doing things to my brain with every new fic you grace us with. I'm becoming a great fan of you and your take on these two <3
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Also, more please! I love seeing the relationship dynamics between characters shaken up and sociopath!Alfred is one of my guilty favorite character kinks.
ansendu reward - captcha agrees that you're awesome and should receive many gifts for your generous writing
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Sequel>...PLEASE?
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okay.. I ask for a sequel..
fuck.. I beg you for a sequel!
please do it~~~ and make it slutty xD
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