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( Christmas Reveals )
His body convulsed with shivers. He could hardly see a thing but for a faint strip of moonlight falling in from a grate high on the far wall. He swore under his breath and tried to move but the chains around his wrist were attached to the wall, and his body felt bloated and sore.
He sighed. It was cold enough for his breath to come out in vapours. It had been so bright in the morning when Alfred had met him at the airport, so warm. In comparison, this place seemed unearthly, as if something was sucking the very heat out of the air.
“Stupid…” he reprimanded himself. Alfred had warned him about this.
“I’m not talking about gun crime! There’s this psycho on the loose. He’s been going around killing people and - and…Well, he’s already being blamed for five victims and you know what? They were all green eyed, blond haired guys. It’s like this dude has some sort of sick fetish.”
Alfred’s eyes wide with concern, his arm placed lightly around his hip…
A door opened close to Arthur. It sounded heavy and metallic.
“Tommy, is that you?” a voice he did not recognise echoed slightly. A tall man in burly tweed and a small brown beard sprinkled with a web of dark, wiry black hairs looked at him once. His heavy shoes hit the hard concrete.
Arthur struggled harder as he approached, glaring at the man when he crouched over him.
His eyes were as brown as his hair, a little too big. He watched Arthur with the curiosity and fascination of a boy who had managed to pin a live butterfly to the rocks.
“You’re not crying? Now who’s a brave soul,” he smiled, caressing the side of Arthur’s face with one hand while removing the gag with the other.
The moment his mouth was free, Arthur instantly rebelled at the touch “Fuck you, you psychotic fuck! I demand that you release me immediately!” He swore.
He could still remember Alfred putting his luggage into the boot of his car at the airport, how he had been warned to be careful, how Alfred had been more considerate then usual out of concern.
“There are some things I need to do today. I’ll join you at your house tonight.”
“Fine, I’ll drive you.”
“No need. You can do me a favour by taking my luggage to your house.”
“It’s no problem. I have all day.”
Only now did he really understand the fear behind Alfred’s insistence. Only know did he realise how stupid it had been to reject his offer.
A razor blade was stuck in his mouth, silencing him. Arthur’s lips trembled as he eyed the glinting blade. His tongue receded until it almost fell down his throat. Every inch of his body curled away.
The man put a finger to his lips. “Hush, little baby, don’t say a word,” he half-spoke, half-sang in a hoarse voice that reeked of too much alcohol.
After a pregnant pause, the blade was slowly withdrawn. The man retracted the extendable blade and pocketed in the back of his jeans.
“This isn’t funny. Let me go,” Arthur said, quieter, but just as sternly.
For a moment, they stared into each other’s eyes. It was the eyes that he remembered just before the chloroform had been pressed to his mouth and nose, just before the “Ah, excuse me! Can you give me some directions?” and the strange silence that followed as the man had looked up from his can of beer.
“Hmm, whatever. I’ve had my fair share of experiences with these Jack the Ripper types. Besides, I’m a nation. What can a human do to me?”
“Hush, hush,” the man pressed a finger to his lips when Arthur began swearing again. “Daddy’s gonna buy you a mockingbird,” he began to sing again, softly, cold, “and if that mockingbird don’t sing, daddy’s going to buy you a diamond ring. And if that diamond ring turns to brass, brother’s gonna buy you a looking glass…”
Arthur was silent; rather he was too stunned to speak. This pleased the man, who kissed him, his hand trailing down between Arthur’s legs.
Arthur jerked then and began to hurl abuse, his body thrashing against the man’s filthy embrace.
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“No, no, no, be a good boy, be a good boy! Don’t scream!”
“Fuck you, you patronising git!” Arthur spat. The man frowned. Reaching into his pocket, he stuffed a capsule into his mouth. Arthur tried to bite his hand but his captor managed to force it into his mouth shut, tickling his throat until Arthur had swallowed.
“No no, daddy’s going to be upset if you cry!” he hushed him, looked increasingly distressed as Arthur simply struggled even harder.
Right now, Alfred would be looking at the clock, wondering where he was.
He should probably be silent. It felt harder and harder to speak but he forced himself to swear and scream at the man anyway. “Do you think I give a toss! If you value your balls release me now or so help me I’ll - ”
A firm backhand slapped across his cheek, sending Arthur into a daze. “Good boys, shouldn’t cry!”
Eyes stung with tears, Arthur glared back at him. “Fuck!” his muffled screams were dying. His eyes were beginning to feel heavy. “Fuck, you psycho! Fuck!”
Right now, Alfred would be calling his phone, trying to contact him, but it was switched off in the back of his pocket. He knew that much at least.
Arthur could feel his body heat up and all the muscles in his limbs turn to jelly. He body went limp, relaxed. The man to press his wet lips to the corner of Arthur’s mouth without resistance. It felt sort of good, he thought, being unable to really think too deeply, but at the same time it felt sickening; like being pissed on and smeared with dirt.
“Hush little baby…” the man cooed. He lifted him up a little, his hand’s supporting Arthur’s aching back and cradled him, singing “Hush, hush baby,” into his ear.
Oh God, Arthur prayed, even though he did not really expect or hope for divine intervention.
Oh God, as the man began stripping him of all his clothes; ripped and tore them off as if they were wrapping paper from a Christmas present.
Oh God, oh God, oh God…
The man pushed him down again and kissed is face and neck, even Arthur’s chest and his thighs and the tip of his cock.
And then he was on top of him, Arthur lying very still beneath him.
And then he was inside of him, grunting and pushing.
And then Arthur was screaming, or tried to scream anyway, as he lost consciousness.
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Writer!Anon, I love you so much!
I was thrilled when I first read the request, and now... and now... It's filled
Need moar...
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I can't wait for an update!
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When I first saw this request I was like "Wow I wish someone could do justice to this!"
and then here you showed up with THIS!
I love how Arthur thought of Alfred and his normal life at that moment, knowing that he could have been safe but now it's all gone and the flashback just...(sorry for the incoherence)
go back to stalking
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And Alfred, dear Alfred, I hope his worry materializes soon. He was certainly on the right track
anon also LOVED the mention to Jack the Ripper ♥~~
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He watched Arthur with the curiosity and fascination of a boy who had managed to pin a live butterfly to the rocks.
very apt and oddly beautiful/insane comparison
recaptcha is in the mood to torture Arthur as well and tells me 'about canines'. oh dear god
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Don't mind me. I'm just going to set camp here and wait for the next update. Guh.
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like - oh god more.
reCaptcha says: "Nations Pipe" .... ivan?! D:
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