dollhouse [brahms heelshire]

10

In the dark of night, when the crickets chirped and the moons reflection bounced off the windows, Brahms stood out on the porch, a cold drift teasing his skin.

He hadn't seen the outside of his house in a long time - having been hiding away from tenants and hikers inside the safety of his house.

A long while ago, he had a mans blood on his hands. He had murdered out of pure frustration and greed - and he had to pay for it. While the police had came and took his body away, Brahms had the time to think about what could have happened differently that night. If he could have made Greta stay... and if he could have killed two men instead of one.

He didn't have to deal with the body that night. But, when the time comes that Brahms will finally give Fletcher what he deserves, he had taken the moment away from the captives to think what he would do with his corpse. Keeping it in the house would fill the air with a rotten stench, making it more likely to the landlord what is happening behind closed doors around here.

Maybe I should kill her too...

Then again, he also worried about an unsuspecting arrival from that police officer, Monique Hews. She gave you her number and told you to call her again if there was ever a problem. He thought that maybe she might make a surprise visit to check how things are going. Fletchers murder would be difficult to cover up, then - because he had a good streak of not killing people, and folk were starting to forget about the incident by now.

Brahms stalked into the house, looking around and soaking up the free space while he could. All the lights were on, and there was still blood splatter on the floor where he had beaten Fletcher to a pulp, and watched as you shrink in fear, away from him, crying and pleading for him to stop. You fainted after that, the stress eating up any courage you had to actually do something about the violence Brahms committed.

He didn't think of it that way - you got scared, just like anybody else in that situation. But you must have loved him besides his flaws, giving the way you cried out and came around his cock as he fucked you in front of Fletcher. He could care less if you were actually frightened of his actions; you longed for him the same way he longed for you, and he put that feeling above all.

The house had the same feel to it as it used to, and that was comforting enough. Besides the new modern furniture and repairs, this place was home.

And he had no intention on letting you leave.

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"You look ridiculous."

Fletcher sat on the floor, the chair upside and the ropes tightly twisted around his limbs as he made an attempt to scoot to the exit. His face looks strained, and yes, ridiculous, and you can't help but watch as he foolishly tries to escape.

You're still bound by your ankles, and your wrists, sitting on the edge of the bed. You tried to get your hands free by biting at the knot with your teeth, but the ropes were just too tight.

Brahms didn't tell you to be quiet, or to stay, but what he didn't say with words he said with a demanding glare.

"Yeah, well I don't see you trying." Fletcher scoffed.

He scooted a bit further, and you raised a brow. By the time he got anywhere outside this room, Brahms would probably be back, and you could imagine his reaction.

"There's no use in trying. I'm not going to start any trouble." You replied.

"Ah, well that makes sense. Since you're such a people pleaser."