CRAZY IN KILLER HANDS

TW. Gas or Truth?

Fable awoken to the smell of breakfast. She opened her eyes and saw him lowering a bed table on her lap. She sat up slowly and looked at the plate. Her brain felt fuzzy, and she wasn't sure how long she had been here. If she had been honest with herself, she would've realized she wasn't sure of anything but the fact that her heart raced with fear around him. She picked up a piece of food and fear settled in her stomach. She looked up at him, and he smiled at her proud of himself. "Go ahead, my dear. Eat up, I made it for you myself."

The fear disappeared, and she started eating. Her stomach ached and started to feel empty and full at the same time. The feeling was overwhelming, but she couldn't stop eating. Thankfully for her, he didn't give her more than a child's portion. It had been a few weeks without much food, after all.  The drugs he was giving her made her not eat much, and he was so busy with work and torturing her that he often forgot to feed her like she was a pet fish. He felt bad because this was the first day in a while that he let her be fully aware. It only made him want to torture her more. "Are....are we a couple?" She asked softly. It snapped him out of his daydreams, and he nodded. She seemed to ponder this a bit. He moved the table off of her so she could move more. She got up more only to lay her head in his lap and cry softly.

He was startled by her sudden change in demeanor towards him. She usually fought him and yelled at him and prayed for swift death. This, though, was sweet. He felt as if she was deceiving him to escape. He kept himself guarded but brushed his hand through her hair sweetly. She winced in pain, her scalp tender from how much he pulled her hair. "Sorry, sweetie." He charmed as he switched to stroking her shoulder.

"I just wish I could remember more of our relationship." She cried out tears flowing down her cheeks. "But the doctor said you're doing so much better on this medication, my love. And most days you are everything I could ask for and more." His words changing from gaslighting to actual truth, one sentence to the the next. She nodded, accepting his words as law. She said and looked at his face, smiling. "Thank you for taking care of me, babe. It's nice to have someone who cares so much." Pings of an unknown feeling hit him in the chest as she sincerely said this. If he hadn't been so guarded, he might've recognized it as guilt and pain.

"It's my pleasure, sweets." He said, handing her a pill. She nodded and took it. He guided her towards the dungeon slowly. Her mind sent blaring warnings to her through panic, but it wasn't until she saw the door that some of her old memories flashed through her mind. Torture, sex, bondage, drugs, strange devices, and hours of begging for a drop of water or food. It flooded her mind in order quickly. She screamed in horror and clambered away from him, trying door after door, and he watched her panic in delight. It would only speed things up, he thought to himself. Slowly, she found herself wearing down. She sat down on the couch, deciding to save her strength for the battle ahead. He laughed and picked her up. Taking her down to the dungeon.

The soundproofed walls passed by her as she stared blankly ahead. Then, as they reached the bottom, she shivered. It was fear, telling her to run, but she would only be brought back down, she recalled. He strapped her down to the cold metal table. Then, he ran an IV line in her arm. He attached a saline bag, knowing he didn't want to spoil the fun by killing her just yet. Definitely, there is no other reason at all, he thought to himself.

The walls were lined up with weird sex toys and medical devices. A fridge sat in one corner full of drugs and IV bags and various toys he kept cold. Tears welled up in her eyes but her pussy wettened in anticipation. He smirked at her, seeing her dripping wet in anticipation. Then he grabbed a whip off the wall as she spat in his direction. He slammed the whip onto her inner thigh and she cried out in pain he took out the IV in anger. "Waste your hydration on hatred, and I shall show you wrath." He bellowed.
He whipped her again and again, until her cries of pain stopped and the moans started. He smirked. "You kinky little slut. Getting off on my methods now are we?" He struck her again. Her moan more intense than before. He took out his hard cock and showed her. "Are you going to take me now or do I need to convince you further?" He said a twinkle in his eyes hoping she would fight more. Instead she nodded in acceptance. Anger flooded his mind and he grabbed a knife off the wall seeing red as he ran back to Stab the agreeableness out of her. She screamed pulling him out of his rage. He dropped the knife. It clattered on the ground and scattered away. With the fear in her eyes, he grabbed two small vibrators and strapped it to her inner thighs turned on high. And untied her legs. He then grabbed a tazer and triggered it. The sound forced her legs to close. He smirked. He put a device on her head and flicked it on. "Anytime you orgasm, I get meaner." He whispered sinisterly. She jolted her legs open and slowed her breathing, trying to stop the inevitable. He triggered the tazer again. Her legs snapped shut in fear, and a beep loudly sounded as she orgasmed. She screamed in protest, but it was too late. The tazer hit her side, and she trembled under the current. She pulled her legs open and begged him to strap her legs down he shook his head no. He tazed her side again and again. Until she orgasmed again. He smirked proudly and tazed her stomach. This curled her legs up to her belly and ensured yet another orgasm.

He moved the tazer to her nipple and triggered it again. She screamed out orgasming with her legs wide open, squirting out her juices. He laughed in delight, doing it again and again until the orgasm stopped happening. He moved to her clit and shocked her. Again and again, until she begged not for him to stop but for more. He put down the tazer and yanked off the vibrators. The tape leaving red welts where they were.

He took the table end that supported her head and unhooked it. Her head flopped down with it. He shoved his hard member inside her mouth and angrily fucked her throat. Soon, she saw stars and passed out, but he kept going until he finished. Lifting the table back up with her head on it, he rehooked it. Injecting her with drugs, she reawoke with adrenaline running through her she fought the binding with what strength she had left and screamed obscenities at him. He laughed and tied her legs back. He then strapped a vibrator to her clit and plugged it in. He took off the device on her head, and he left for work.