so it goes... (TaylorxFem!Reader)

𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝*

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just a little warning for you lot, this chapter is highly kinky and practically just smut. i completely understand how unrealistic this is, and that neither taylor or you (i hope) would ever react to this situation like this. you just gotta go with the plot 😔🤚

plus, this chapter is obnoxiously long and probably would've been easier to write if it were a 2 part

anyway, you'll need some serious holy water after this shit.

kinks in this chapter include:
bdsm
kidnapping
stalking?
knifeplay
bondage? being tied up i guess
mommy kink
praise
hard degradation
spit play
threats
slapping

the chapter is pretty dry, but y/n's pussy sure isn't 🤪🤪

setting: somewhere in usa🦅🦅

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Y/n had just finished another long day at work and was looking forward to going home to her cats and watching TV. She left the building, and walked to her car. It was a dark, late evening, and the car park was practically empty.

As she walked towards her car in the parking lot, a sense of unease crept over her. She quickened her pace, feeling eyes watching her every move.

Unknown to Y/n, a figure silently emerged from the shadows. It was Taylor. And she was finally ready to strike.

Taylor had done her research meticulously, studying Y/n's routines, friends, and vulnerabilities, all off of the internet. She knew her all of her weaknesses, and everything about her.

As Y/n approached her car, her senses heightened, sensing an imminent danger. She assumed at first that it was just her paranoia acting up again, but now it felt different. But before she could react, Taylor struck swiftly, moving with precision and grace.

She covered Y/n's mouth with a cloth soaked in a sedative, causing her to lose consciousness almost immediately. In her dazed state, Y/n briefly saw Taylor's face, those red lips one could recognize from anywhere, and those calculating eyes never seen before.

The last thing she remembered was the world spinning around her as darkness engulfed their senses.

Hours later, Y/n awoke to find herself in a dimly lit room. It seemed like a basement. The walls were painted black, and there were no windows. The only source of light came from a very small candle-lit chandelier, hanging from the high ceiling.

In the room, the was a sink, a large mirror, a bed, a table, and a red arm chair.

Disoriented and groggy, she struggled to make sense of her surroundings. She looked down and saw that she was in just her bra and panties, and tied to a chair, her hands tied with rope behind her back, rope tying her thighs to the chair, and her feet chained to a metal ball each.

Panic overtook her as she realized what had happened. She had been kidnapped. She tried to remember how, or when, but she just couldn't. Every memory of the previous day was foggy.

Y/n tried to scream, but due to the duct tape covering her mouth, only muffled cries were heard.

As if out of nowhere, Taylor appeared into her eye-view. Y/n's eyes widened in shock as she realized that Taylor Swift had kidnapped her.

"Finally, you woke up!" Taylor said with a smile, walking closer and closer to Y/n, until she crouched down and grabbed the girl's face gently. She suddenly placed a blade onto Y/n's cheek, softly caressing her. "Now, I need you to stay quiet, can you do that for me?"