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...
Jonathan takes a few steps back shifting away from you. 'Listen, I...' you fold your arms. 'I'm out.' he runs. You roll your eyes and enter Hellman Hall hearing the grunts come from the basement you head there first. 'You enjoy it? Mating with your employer like a rutting pig?' Harold blows smoke into John's face. 'Has he let you have her yet?' he asks. John yanks on his binds. 'Where is she?' he growls. Harold chuckles sucking his cigar. 'I've enjoyed her myself, not as wet as the younger ones but once you get a rhythm going it's comfortable. Well, for me anyway. The Baron keeps her arse for himself greedy bastard. The only other option is her mouth and because the Baron likes her face he won't let me remove her teeth so I'm not risking it.' John growls and yanks on his chains again.
"Another day, another tale of rape
Another ticking bomb to bury deep and detonate I'm not the only one who finds it hard to understand I'm not afraid of God I am afraid of man"
John double-takes when he sees you through his nonswollen eye. Harold notices this in the nick of time and grabs your arm stopping you from smashing a bottle of wine over his head. He stares at you and drops his cigar. 'Reynolds told me you were dead meat.' he points at you accusingly. 'What can I say? I'm a ghost. Boo!' you elbow his face. He winces then growls. 'I don't believe in ghosts.' He grabs you shoving you into a whine rack it topples over and the bottles smash all over the floor.
The Baron has cuffed the Baroness's right wrist to the headboard he lies behind her on the bed she's curled away from him. 'Come now, Victoria, be a good girl.' he pats her arse where he knows the plug is making her groan in pain. 'It wasn't all bad our time together was it?' he kisses her shoulder and she cringes. 'When we first met we were a romantic couple, we could have that again.' his hand slides over her waist between her legs she tries to shuffle away the tears are still rolling down her face. 'You've always been a pig.' she hisses bitterly.
The Baron looks at her with a cruel glare getting up he goes to her side of the bed kneeling down so they look at her. 'I got some news today little dove.' he strokes her hair and she flinches. 'Your little whore is dead.' The Baroness doesn't move, he could be lying and if he's not you left her. 'Good riddance.' she doesn't mean it. 'You think I'm lying? Understandable in your position I know that's what I'd think but I'll tell you a little secret. After your farce of a wedding.' he reaches to her bullet wound pressing making her cry out in pain. 'I'd your little whore committed into conversion therapy. I thought it'd be a great idea.'
The Baroness is listening because there is a sickening feeling in her stomach that he's telling the truth. 'Reynolds told her you were pushing up daisies. I thought with time she'd break. It was going to be glorious I would have had her released, she could've joined us at dinner. I was going to put you in chains and let you watch so close yet so far.' he beamed. 'But the stupid bitch hanged herself this morning.' he got up staring out the window. 'Ah, I see his car, I did promise him he could use you, now I'm not sure he deserves a treat.' The Baroness is crying fresh tears. 'She's not, she's not dead.' she squeaks.
The Baron has a satisfied smile she knows he's telling the truth. 'Oh don't worry it's not all bad. We still have each other.' The Baroness feels all hope is lost and begins to cry again. The Baron jumps back into the bed beside her. 'Mmm, I love seeing you upset, I must have you again.' she grits her teeth hiding the roar of pain as he removes the toy from her arse. 'Mmmm now let's really fill you.' she feels him preparing himself behind her.
'(Y/N)!' John cries out as you fall. You look over at him scowling. 'Not a word from you!' John looks hurt. 'I never meant to-' 'What did I just say? I mean what were you thinking lying about this?!' John looks broken. 'I didn't believe he would ever return, I'm so sorry.' 'Sorry my ass!' '(y/n)!' Harold pushed another wrack on top of you while you were having a domestic with John, and the bottles smash. The glass is everywhere and you are pinned under the wood. Harold smiles and walks over to you he puts his foot on your chest and you feel you will break.
'Any last words?' he lights another cigar as you try in vain to stop him. 'UGH!' Louis has tackled him off of you and you gasp for breath. Kat has come in behind Louis and trying to untie John. You hold your hands up. 'Um, hi, a best friend here, nearly squished to death.' 'What happened to the plan?' Louis shouts while wrestling with Harold. 'What plan?' you cough. 'The wait for us plan?' he growls as he struggles with the heavier man. 'That plan sucked.' Harold gets the best of Louis pinning him onto his back. 'Is there a single man she doesn't argue with?!' Harold huffs in exasperation grabbing Louis's throat.
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Kat helps you up and then returns to trying to untie John you go to help Louis when you see him grab Harold's lit cigar which had fallen on the floor. He rams it into his eye blinding him he lets out a roar of pain falling back. Louis looks up at you. 'Go get your girl, we got this.' You nod and take off as quickly as you can to find the Baroness. You stop by the front room and freeze seeing there are multiple sex toys and used condoms, blood, you see the cuffs hanging above the open window and your blood runs cold.
You hear a high-pitched scream echoing from upstairs. Your eyes dart to the ceiling. 'Victoria.' you quickly go to the staircase and run up it as quickly and quietly as you can. 'Oh you've got to be kidding, you again?' You meet Jonathon in the hallway he's bagged multiple valuables from Hellman Hall and freezes seeing you. 'I don't want any trouble, I just want to take these things and leave. You'll never see me again okay?'
