This is a work of fiction. I do not condone any violence or rape in real life. This chapter is a bit of a rough one; if that's not your thing, don't read any further.
This chapter is also a little shorter than the others so far. In the grand scheme of the story, it seemed to make the most sense to end this chapter where I did. That being said, the next one is definitely the longest yet, and I'm excited to share it with you very soon!
As always, any constructive feedback is really appreciated.
WhisperingLilac
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Seth watched the girl slumbering in his arms closely, a feeling resembling pride spreading through his chest. Those beautiful chestnut curls were laid over his arm and he could smell the shampoo he'd bought for her; strawberry and mint. For once, her features were relaxed and worry-free. The kidnapper reflected on the last couple of days. Violet was a challenge, but not in the way he had expected; he had anticipated her fear and her anger - in his fantasies from before, he had revelled in the idea of controlling the fear and anger, restraining, punishing, hurting - yet he had not expected how much he would care. He could feel Violet's judgement on him as a master and, he had to admit, it hurt him to consider that she might think he was inept in caring for her. It had hurt him enough to make him want to hold her body in his, manipulate her sexual core, to remind both her and himself that he was capable.
Seth had loved making Violet cry, making her tremble in fear and making her ass turn red. He had loved toying with her, fucking her and making her choke on his cock. He had also loved caressing her, comforting her and listening to her soft, restful snores. Seth wasn't sure if he could balance these sides of himself in the right way, but he was going to give it his best goddamn shot.
Careful not to wake her, the man slowly stood up and carried his sleeping captive to her bedroom. Confident that she was still dozing, he placed her down on her bed and pulled the duvet over her nude body. After admiring her for another few hedonistic moments, Seth exited the room, leaving his slave to rest.
When Violet woke, she thought that she was in her own bed at home. She snuggled under the duvet, basking in the drowsy sensation only achievable by indulging in an afternoon nap. A few seconds ticked by and an underlying feeling of dread crept up on Violet.
Suddenly, it was all back. The cabin. The rape. The spanking. The throat-fucking. Her Master. Her orgasms. Despair filled Violet once again.
Immediately agitated, the girl scurried to the bathroom and poured herself a glass of water. As the glass emptied, she began to calm slightly; she was okay, she'd survived so far and she would continue to do so, until her family, or her friends, or the police tracked her down and rescued her. For now, she would sit tight and try not to lose her mind.
Violet wandered back to the bed and set herself down. With nothing to do other than dwell on her own thoughts her mind drifted back to home. Violet imagined her parents panicking when they realised she was missing, calling her phone to try to contact her, talking to her friends about where they last saw her. It was difficult to envision what the search would be like when she couldn't even remember how she was taken. The extent of her memory was putting on the now-destroyed skater dress and replying in the group chat with her work friends about what time she was getting a taxi to go into town. Had she met Seth in a club after having one too many and fallen for his charms, agreeing to go back to his place only to end up duct-taped and helpless? Had he been the taxi driver, pretending to take her into town but ultimately taking her for himself? Or had he come into her home before she even had a chance to go out, snatching her from her own bedroom?
The thought of how her normal life came crashing down into the nightmare she was currently living was too much for Violet. The trauma was catching up with her and her heart ached for her parents, her home, her old life. So she wept. She curled up on her side and wept pure, heartbroken tears for the past existence she was frightened she'd never get back to.
The lock clicked and the door opened, but Violet couldn't bring herself to look up as her captor entered the room.
"Violet?" he asked, his voice quizzical. The girl raised her head enough to see that he was carrying a plate of food. Seth shut the door behind himself and perched on the end of the bed, next to his sobbing fuck toy.
"I brought you dinner," he offered, tilting the plate so that she could see the sandwich, cut into triangles, and the vegetable sticks. Violet closed her eyes and shook her head. A small bubble of anger began to grow inside Seth. There he was, recognising his previous mistake of not feeding the girl enough and now she didn't want the fucking meal he'd prepared her? Exhaling sharply, the man put the plate on the duvet and roughly pulled Violet up into a sitting position.
