forbidden ̥ .୭˚max stanley

⚠ xiii. helpless

y/h/c = your hair color

mnmh..

wh.. where am i?

i open my eyes to see a bright, buzzing light above me. my clothes have been taken off of me, i try and move my arms only to discover my wrists and ankles have been tethered to the bed.

"m-mmmng!!" my mouth is gagged.

fuck. what the hell is happening. did i just get fucking kidnapped by a lyft driver?? i knew i should've used uber..

"well, well, well.. look who finally woke up?" the driver walks into the bedroom, a ski mask dawned on his head. he walks over to the bed and places a kiss on my forehead then whispers in my ear "good morning princess, this is only the beginning"

>your drivers pov<

10:02

this is the perfect opportunity. i pull over into a random forest.

"uhm, what happened?"

god, she sounds just as perfect as i remembered..

i look over at my gas knob. it's one notch away from full, whatever. she can't see that anyways

"ran out of gas. i have an extra tank in the back."

i unbuckle my seatbelt and open the back door. i've missed her so much. i climb into the backseat and pretend to look for the gas can.

her y/h/c hair, gently cascading down her shoulders.. i can't let her go just yet

this is my chance.

i position myself behind y/n and reach my arms around the seat

"w-what the ff-fuck.." she spurts, tugging at and grabbing my arm

"shh, it'll all be over soon" i whisper into her ear

she kicks and struggles and coughs a bit more until her thrashing finally stops and her arms go limp

"aww why are you asleep y/n? it's only 10! haha.." i remove my arm and she slouches over, her head resting on the window

time to execute step 2.

>your pov<

i want to scream "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME" but i can't

he walks to the foot of the bed and pulls off the balaclava

his long light brown hair flops out of the mask and..

that. mother. fucker.

"hello, y/n" max says "i do a pretty good american accent, huh?" he switches back to his natural voice

how the FUCK did he find me? and what the FUCK is happening??

"MMNGFG!!!" i yank the ropes restricting my movement

"haha i'm sorry but that's not gonna do much.. i tied these bad boys with a constrictor knot. ever heard of that, y/n?" he says while putting his hand on the end of a bed post "oh, right, you can't talk" he chuckles to himself and walks back over to me and puts my chin between his thumb and forefinger

"..pathetic" he hisses, pushing my chin away

i start to softly weep

"aw, come on now. don't cry.. we're about to have lots of fun together" he wipes a tear off my cheek

"hhn-mgmhh.." i whimper out

"seems you have something to say, huh?" he says tauntingly "thats too bad.."

"NNGHHH!! MMMNNGHGG!!!" i thrash on the bed

come on, these shits can't be THAT sturdy.. can they?

"you need a little time to reflect. i get it, moving into a new place is tough.. i'll give you a minute." he walks into the doorframe and turns the knob "now be good, don't break anything. like you can anyway" he chuckles then walks out

"FFNMNBG!! GNNFFHH!!"

fuck. it's no use. no one can hear me. i don't even know where i am.. god.. there HAS to be a way to undo some of these knots. the gag is made of some sort of fabric stuffed into my mouth then secured with duct tape. i've seen enough weird porn and horror films to take this shit off

i maneuver my tongue around the fabric and make it to the outside of my lips. all i gotta do is lick around the adhesive then boom, it's off.

fuck, this is harder than it looks.. i thought the tongue was supposed to be the strongest muscle in the body??

i finally manage to lift up a corner of the tape and peel up the rest of it and spit out the fabric

"bleghh-" i cough

are.. are those my fucking panties? man, someone's been watching a bit too much hentai..

i could scream for help, but what if max can hear me? i don't know where he went, he could be sitting against the door, waiting for me to blow his cover.

i'll just get these ropes off for now, my wrists are fuckin' killing

i slip my finger under one of the loops on my right wrist and begin to pull the twines away from me

fuck, i shouldn't have skipped girl scouts..

after what seems like an eternity of tugging and rope-burn i finally get it loose enough to slip my hand out

"aha! little bastard.. this next one should be easy peasyyy"

3 minutes pass

never mind. this fucker is not budging. the good news is though, i managed to wriggle my left foot out from the ropes while i was trying to untie my left wrist. guess it's better than nothing, though.

just as i catch my breath from all the thrashing i hear keys jingle and a distinct click

FUCK. he's back. god, i don't even know what i'm gonna do. fuck fuck fuck fuck.

"knock knock housekeeping" a heavily accented voice says

OH THANK FUCKING GOD. THE HOUSEKEEPING LADY IS HERE!! THANK FUCKING FUCK FUCK FUCKING FUCK

"HI HI HELP ME PLEASE HELP ME" i spurt

she stays silent

"AYUDA MI POR FAVOR!! AYUDA AYUDA!!" i beg, hoping she understands

again, nothing in response. fuck. did she leave? the one beacon of hope that i had, and she just fucking left?

i'm gonna die here.