Baroness Von Hellman x femreader. I've actually never written like this before. The fic is Baroness/female reader.
The Baroness visits a strip club where you work, you really want to be a designer. Plot twists everywhere as the Baroness adapts to b...
MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING: I don't condone any of the actions taking place in the story but I want you to be warned that this is going to get dark, please don't read if this could cause you harm, I sometimes take parts of my life and add them to the story and expand so it does get brutal.
Much love, author xxx
The seconds-hand ticks around the clock the baroness lies flat on a bed on oxygen and a drip. She's in a silk blue nightdress. There is a catch. There are twenty-seven black belt binds were over her from her toes to her collar bone. 'Well?' The Baron stood by the doctor. 'Her vitals are good you should be able to wake her now but I really must insist that all these binds are unnecessary. She should be on bed rest.' The Baron turns to him. 'If I wanted your opinion I'd ask for it. Leave.' The Baron walks around his sleeping ex-wife removing any medical attachments.
There are several bottles of champagne from your wedding. 'Here is to, me.' he opens one.
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Hearing the loud pop the Baroness wakes she's disorientated confused and suffering from abdominal pain from where she was shot. The Baroness doesn't know what's going on when the cold liquid hits her face. The baron pours the champagne over her water boarding her until the bottle empties. The Baroness tries to get up but she's restrained and she doesn't like it she hates it. When it's empty the Baron is smirking down at her. 'Hello, little dove.' The Baroness is panting as she stares up at him in terror. 'You're not dead!' The Baron checks his pulse. 'You're not kidding.' he pops another bottle pouring it over her she screams and scrunches her eyes. When the bottle is empty she is gasping for air.
The Baroness stares up at him her hair is dripping wet she remembers the wedding, then...blood she was shot. Oh, it doesn't matter. 'Where is (y/n)?' she sputters. '(y/n)?' he raises an eyebrow. 'Oh, you mean your little whore. She's gone I'm afraid.' he pours another bottle over her. 'Gone where? Did you hurt her?!' she screams, her concern for you outweighs her predicament. 'No, I gave her the option to stay and be a thorn in my side. Or take a handsome payout and be on her merry way. Naturally, she took the money...wait you didn't think a young thing like that was interested in you? It was your purse that tickled her fancy you silly old whore.' he laughs at her.
The Baroness shakes her head. 'I don't believe you she loves me.' The Baron rolls his eyes. 'Well she loves money more, I've got to hand it to you. Most women would have bagged a toy boy, not you. You couldn't even manage that right.' he pours another bottle of champagne over her. 'You've lost your looks in your old age my dear not quite how you once were I hope the rest of your body has held up better than your face. So many wrinkles.' he frowns in disgust. 'My surgeon can fix that.' he kisses her forehead. She cringes in disgust he backs away and she starts to cry. The Baroness is heartbroken you abandoned her again for money no less, of course, you never loved her. If you did you would be here.
'Oh don't cry my little dove, it's not all bad. It's not like you are alone.' she is shaking and crying looking up. She feels things touching her moving. When the Baron comes into view he is picking out rats from a box and placing them all over her body. The Baroness lets out a blood-curdling scream and starts crying and shaking trying to get free she is terrified of rats and he knows it. The Baron places a gag over her mouth to keep her quiet and kisses her forehead. 'Mmm, I can't believe you remarried, what a love rat you are.' Her blue sparkly eyes are wide with tears she's screaming through the gag and shaking violently but she can't move. The Baron leaves the room leaving the light on so she can watch the rats crawl over her body.
It's been over a week now since your conversion therapy has started to make sure you only like the male sex. The treatment involves being forced to watch videos on why you are deviant and being beaten, but you don't break easily. You live in a small cell and are taken to the treatment room often where you experience shock therapy. You are also drugged several times a day and manipulated to try and break into your mind. To fix the part of you that they deem to be broken. You are overcome with depression because you can't escape and to be honest you don't try to. The Baroness died at your wedding and you will never be happy again.
"In your head, in your head
They are cryin'
In your head, in your head Zombie, zombie, zombie, hey, hey What's in your head, in your head Zombie, zombie, zombie, hey, hey, hey, oh"
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You are not allowed visitors the only person who came was the chief of police and he truly did break you. 'She's dead.' he says simply. 'You're lying! You're lying!' you had screamed and cried as you attacked him but orderlies held you back and sedated you. Instead, you remain in this catatonic state day in and day out reliving the cycle of torture you are nothing more than a zombie now. The days are a blur and over time you forget how long you've been kept in.
The Baroness is growing thin she refuses to eat which is not to the Baron's liking so he arranges for tubes to be pushed into her throat force feeding her. She doesn't want to eat she wants to die, she doesn't want to endure the torture. Throughout the days she's subject to the pleasure of Harold, the Baron, and their friends always in some form of bondage or other, and her cries of pain are ignored. The Baron keeps one rule only no one must harm her face. The rest of her body is not so lucky and prone to numerous bruises when she cries no one cares. She is rarely permitted clothing.
'Just think.' the Baron snorts a line of cocaine off a metal tray. 'Had my funds not dried up I would never have been here now to enjoy this.' Harold takes a swig of his whisky. 'Quite right old boy, quite right, it was all such a farce a woman marrying another woman.' he laughs shaking his head. The Baron raises a whip bringing it down on the Baroness's back hard. Her wrists are cuffed to a curtain pole forcing her to stand her naked body on display to any passing servants. The Baroness cries out in pain. Blood is running down her back. 'What will they think of next? A wife's place is at her husband's feet serving him the Baroness needed someone in her life who knows what to do with her. Keep her in check.' Harold reasons.
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'Indubitably.' the Baron agrees. 'Would you mind taking over for a while old boy? My arms starting to strain. Make sure you get her arse.' he passes the whip over.
