forbidden ̥ .୭˚max stanley

⚠ xiv. housekeeping

time: 10:47

after what seems like an eternity of frustration and sobbing i hear a *beep* outside and then the door slams open

i lay still, staring into his eyes.  it seems he has something with him..?

"well, seems you got busy while i was gone.." max says, dropping a plastic bag on the floor and locking the door behind him "i sure do a good spanish accent dont i?"

he walks over to the dresser and starts to unbuckle his watch "housekeepinggg!!" he imitates the cleaning lady once again, as if to prove that i was really as helpless as i think i am. his watch clinks onto the wooden finish and he chuckles while walking over to the foot of the bed "how fucking stupid do you have to be to fall for that? he looks me up and down

"well, i figure you might want an explanation, right?" he raises his brow

my voice quivers "w-what do you want from m-me"

max cocks his head while smiling and walks towards the right side of the bed

"are you serious?" he says mockingly

"what the fuck do you think i want?" he moves closer "take a lucky guess, slut" he whispers into my ear and puts a hand on the bedframe "what do you think i want?" he says, moving increasingly closer to my face, his hot breath washing over me

"i said, what the fuck do you think i want from you?" he squeezes the headboard, the veins in his arm becoming more distinct. i shake

"get the fuck away from me max" i finally muster up

he chuckles "heh, that's the best you can do?"

"get the FUCK away from me."

"and if i dont?" he inquires

i stare at him for a moment, then slightly smirk

"then i'll spill everything."

his mouth goes slightly agape. and in that moment, i was the one in power. i was the one who could dangle the string tied to his career over his head like a cat toy high above a kitten

"ill make sure you wont"

max quickly reaches his free hand into his pocket and rummages around until i hear a pocket knife spring open. he takes his hand off the bedframe and abruptly pushes my chin back, slamming my head into the wood and he puts the knife to my throat

"tell anyone and you'll be fucking done." he hisses "alright? don't FUCK with me, y/n" he screams into my face, flinging spit all over me. i put my right hand on his chest while trying to push him away, but the knife just gets pushed harder and harder into my skin every time i weakly shove into his chest. i tug at the remaining ropes and buck my hips, feebly trying to break free.

"please.. please stop.." i begin to weep and my tears flow up my face. i clench my fists and grip onto his collar "..please max. please.." i whisper

he softens his grip on my chin and pulls the knife away

"....stop trying to fucking turn me soft" max puts the knife on the bedside table and resumes his forceful grip on my chin and slides his hand up to my mouth

i hear his belt unbuckle and his jeans zzppp and he tugs them down. he grinds on my pussy, his dick getting harder with every thrust

"unghh.." he moans. as soon as he reaches in his boxers to pull out his cock, the door jingles and we hear a knock

"knock knock housekeeping"

"fuckk." max says as he climbs off of me and pulls his jeans up

"now don't you fucking dare make any noise, or you'll deeply regret it" he scorns and then cracks open the door to talk to the cleaning lady

now's my chance!!

i reach over to the nightstand and grab the knife. i begin to saw away at the rope on my left wrist before stopping. i have a better plan..

"no i- i told you we don't need cleaning right now"

"i clean yes?"

"ugh.."

i close the knife and slide it under my back

"okay, okay yeah thanks. have a good day"

the door clicks open

"have you behaved well y/n?" he unbuckles his belt once more

"mhm!!" i say enthusiastically

"aww, that's the spirit.." he climbs back onto the bed and resumes grinding against me while suckling and fondling my breasts.

"mnhgg.." i moan

"good girl" he says while lightly nibbling my nipple and reaching into his boxers

"w-wait" i spurt "this would be.. so much easier if i wasn't tied" i motion towards my tethered wrist

max looks up at me and licks his teeth and tilts his head

he sighs "..alright" and sits up and stands "this would be so much easier if i had my knife, where the fuck is it?" he says while scanning the nightstand and untying my left wrist "i hope i can trust you"

"of course you can master!"

he finishes untying my ankle and i sit up. he crawls back on the bed and starts kissing me. i tug at his shirt and he finishes pulling it off. while the shirts over his eyes, i grab the knife. i hold it behind my back until i push his chest down so i'm on top of him. i grind against max's tented bulge and his hands run down my body. while we make out, i slide my hand up near his neck and spring the knife open.

"tch hey, hey max.." i back away from his face

"what is it?"

"i'm so sorry."

i pull the knife back and stab his shoulder, letting the knife go as deep as i can

"GOD- what the FUCK-" he shouts and curls over on his side. i quickly hop off the bed and back away as far as i can from his keeled over body.

"you fucking BITCH!" he sits up and starts to pull the blade from his shoulder. bright red blood begins streaming down his back. he screams as the entirety of the knife is removed from his body. he looks over at me with a furious expression and starts to stand up, bloody knife in hand

"max.. max get the fuck away from me.. GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME" i back away as he approaches me

"you fucking BITCH. this is what i get? after everything? i said don't fucking MESS WITH ME Y/N" he backs me into a corner

i look over at the shopping bag on the floor and see a shiny glass bottle. i bend over and grab the bottle of jack daniel's but max beats me to it. he smashes the heavy bottle over my head and shards of glass fly into his skin. i slump down the wall onto the floor. i look up to see max dripping blood and everything goes black.