!!!-CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS-!!! Real Person Prompt Post // June 1st - June 15th

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1. Use your subject lines! Please start with either REQUEST or FILLED also please list the pairing and kinks2. Please come up with a title for your fic

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Re: FILLED: Number One Fan 14/14, Jared/OMC, kidnapping, restraints, non-con

[sylvia_locust]

His right hand is starting to tingle, and he tries again to unclench his fingers. There’s a little more give this time. They’re loose enough that he’s actually able to slide the mallet’s handle into his fist. It’s going to have to do until he can find something easier to wield in his pathetic, weakened state. He contemplates the tool for a minute; touching it is unpleasant, as it has been the source of so much agony. One of his long hairs is stuck to the mallet’s face with dried blood.

Jared doesn’t hear the screen door open behind him but he does hear the thunderous crack it makes when it slams back against the frame.

***

Before Jared has time to process the slamming door, Dru is smashing into his back with what feels like the force of a freight train, crushing Jared’s face down into the table.

“Bad, Sammy. Very, very bad,” he grits, pressing down on Jared’s neck.

And oh, fuck, everything’s gone swimmy again as Jared gasps for air, taking in the scarred table top in extreme close-up.

Dru’s legs are pressed up against his, pinning his thighs to the edge of the table. Jared tries to twist out of his grasp but Dru’s other hand has found his busted shoulder and he grinds his fingers into it.

“You…said…you’d stay,” Dru grunts, grabbing a handful of his hair and snapping his head back.

Jared is aware of something digging into his sternum, and remembers the mallet crushed beneath him.

Too weak, he thinks, wondering how he can hit Dru with enough force to keep him away.

-Aim for his nose. Or an eye.

Jared kicks back with his legs, connects, and Dru squawks as his knee hyperextends. He stumbles backwards, giving Jared enough room to push himself off the table and turn to face Dru.

“Sammy!” Dru cries, looking surprised. “That hurt!”

They stare at each other for a long moment. Dru rubs at his knee. Jared’s bad arm is wrapped around his middle and the mallet swings in his right hand.

“Stop…calling me…Sammy,” Jared snarls. Dru lunges toward him and Jared brings the mallet around with a force that surprises him, smashing it against his nose. Dru howls, and the look of stunned hurt on his face almost makes Jared laugh.

-Again.

He advances on Dru, feeling stronger, feeling like Sam’s presence in his mind has infused him with power.

Dru tries to block his next blow and Jared sees the bones crumple in Dru’s wrist. Jared takes another step towards him, and Dru stumbles backwards, falling heavily on his ass.

Jared looms over his captor, face twisted with loathing. But as he pauses to catch his breath, Dru climbs to his knees and tackles Jared around the waist, bringing him down heavily onto his back. Jared screams at the bright stabs of pain in his shoulder and his bare feet scrabble on the floor. Then he brings up his knees, slamming them into Dru’s balls.

Dru makes a pitiful keening sound in his throat and Jared’s reminded of the dog Dru must have bludgeoned in order to lure him to this hellhole. He swings the mallet around and smashes it into Dru’s cheekbone. Dru collapses his full weight onto Jared. Blood trickles from his broken nose and lands on Jared’s chin. Disgusted, Jared shoves the heavy man off of him, and Dru flops onto his back with a groan. Jared rolls on top of him and pounds the mallet into Dru’s left ear.

Once.

Twice.

Again.

Until Dru is still.

Then Jared pushes up, slowly, up to his feet. He sways as he looks down at the motionless body, wondering if he should strike again. Wanting to strike again.

-He’s gone, man. It’s over. Go home to your family.

He watches Dru for another minute for signs of life before turning slowly towards the door. Distantly he thinks he should probably look through the duffel bags for the keys to his chains, but he can’t stay in this room for another second.

He pushes open the screened door with the mallet, still tightly clenched in his right hand. He steps into a clearing dappled by sunlight, the sky overhead a deep and peaceful blue. He breathes in air that is cool and sweet, sharply scented by the surrounding firs. Overhead, a mourning dove coos.

He’s alive. Somehow, he’s alive.

Thanks, Sam.

But Sam is gone, if he had ever really been there; Jared stands alone on the wooded mountainside. Free.

Re: FILLED: Number One Fan 14/14, Jared/OMC, kidnapping, restraints, non-con

[sylvia_locust]

Well, Anon, that was really, seriously tense and awesome. And gutsy, writing this! I'm not the OP, but for my part, I'm so pleased you filled this. Edge-of-my-seat stuff!