Hard Time's

Nightmare

Author: It's gonna get brutal guys, one idea I must admit I borrowed from "I've always wanted to do that" on ao3 and it's again brutal but well....you'll see by the end of the chapter. Trigger warning.

The Baron leaves for a moment. 'I have a gift.' when he returns the Baroness is still standing in position her legs are shaking. In the beginning, a few staff members had gone past the window to laugh at the Baroness. This grew old instantly, despite the brief satisfaction of seeing their former boss punished there was no joy in watching torture. Harold had continued to whip the Baroness. The Baroness whimpered and cried out in pain she gasped occasionally but refused to give the satisfaction of totally breaking. Her tears were silent as she stared out the window. The Baron returned and poured a slick cool gel over her lower back making her flinch in surprise.

'Now, now, little dove I'm doing you a favour. Say thank you to your master.' he kisses her shoulder. The Baroness gives a sarcastic snort. 'Go to hell!' she spits. 'Tsk, tsk, bad little dove.' he forces the anal plug inside of her at which she squeals. 'Everyone always did say you had a stick up your arse.' he laughs and leans in front of her she's trembling and can't hide the terror or the pain in her eyes as tears roll. He cups her chin in his hand using his thumb to smear her lipstick. 'There, you look like a true whore now.' he forces a kiss on her lips, and her facial muscles are twitching uncontrollably. Anger, humiliation, pain, rage, bitterness, betrayal, all these emotions make her lips twitch.

The Baron pulls back with a satisfied smile and slaps her arse hard and leaves heading down the stairs to the basement. 'Well how are you enjoying my hospitality old sport?' he heads through the basement which holds wracks of wine. At the back of the cellar was a man in boxer shorts with a sack over his head his hands cuffed to the wrack. The Baron lifts the hood coming face to face with John. His face is barely recognisible he has been beaten so badly he looks disfigured his body is covered in bruises. 'You really are a cunt.' John manages to choke out. One of his eyes is completely swollen shut.

The Baron raises his eyebrows. 'That's not the language of a gentleman old boy I could cut your tongue out for that.' he speaks like he's telling a child off. 'I'll let it go just this once.' The Baroness screams again and John's head immediately turns to the door. He's been listening to her scream for days now and again he tries to break free to get to her. His wrists are bleeding badly as he starts to try and pull free to get to her again. 'What've you done to her you bastard?!' he roars spraying the Baron with blood in the process. The baron wrinkles his nose in disgust and takes out a handkerchief from his shirt pocket wiping the blood off his face. 'You needn't worry about dear Victoria.'

The Baron grips John's shoulder. 'Poor John, so honourable, so noble, so weak, so pathetic. You had her after you let me go, all yours ripe for the taking and you let a little girl come in and take all your spoils.' he shakes his head. 'For god's sake just let her go!' John demands. 'Look, I'm not a monster John, I do appreciate you being so honourable all those years ago giving me a second chance. As a special treat for you, I will bring Victoria down later and deliver your fantasy, you can finally enjoy her.' he smirked and walked back upstairs. John roared in anger and shook the wine wrack behind him trying to get free.

It's not been great for you in this hellish gay conversion therapy is horrible. The electric shocks are given repeatedly to your brain but the problem is you don't care you've shut down entirely since hearing your wife died. Once you cared about your appearance but now you stumble around like a zombie. When the doctors and nuns speak you've tuned them out you hear something being said about being ready for the final stage but you don't listen. 'She's ready to consummate.' you finally hear a doctor speak. The nuns lead you to a room where you will complete a conjugal visit proof that you now are interested in the male sex.

Again you don't care this is nothing you've done worse as a stripper this is child's play. You enter the room and sit on the bed, you hear the door open and don't bother looking up you lie back and spread your legs. 'You're not really my type sugar.' you hear the whisper as you sit up a little. 'Louis!' you run to him and start to cry immediately. 'Hey, keep your cool we don't want them to check in on us. How have you been holding up?' You shake your head crying and walk away. 'I don't want to live anymore.' Louis stares at you sadly wondering what they have done to you. 'Kat and I tried everywhere to find you there's a pastor that comes to the club, that's how we finally found you. I'm sorry, this was the only way I could think of to get to you.'

"No, I won't smile, but I'll show you my teeth

And I'ma let you speak if you just let me breathe
Keep my exes in check in my basement
'Cause kindness is weakness, or worse, you're complacent
I could play nice or I could be a bully
I'm tired and angry, but somebody should be

I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life

I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind

They talk shit, but I love it every time
And I realize"

You inhale shakily and exhale. 'None of it matters anymore.' you turn to him and give a weak smile. 'I lost her. She's gone.' you slide down the wall you are leaning on. Louis looks confused. 'Who's gone where?' he's trying to keep his voice low. You look up at him wiping your tears. 'The Baroness, she died Louis. The Baron had her shot.' You replay the scene so often in your head that it's still fresh it haunts you. 'The Baroness is alive.' You shake your head. 'You're lying.' Louis makes you look at him. 'The Baroness is alive...but the Baron has her. Kat posed as a maid she almost got her out but they stopped her. You need to snap out of this pity party right now and go rescue your wife before it's too late.'

You look into his eyes trying to work out if he's lying or not, do you trust him? Or is he just trying to convince you to escape to save you?