50 Days With Tony Stark

The Journal

MJ's POV:

When I get up the next morning I realize I just had a really bad headache last night. Bonnie was so sweet to let me go home early. I check my phone and of course the owner asked me to open the shop this morning. I sigh and get up to get ready.

When I get to the shop, it looks normal at first but things keep getting weirder as I go in. I notice Bonnie's purse and her phone are still here. I go to the back to see if maybe she is still here.

"Bonnie?" I call out. Maybe she fell asleep while she was working? I check the break room and the rest of the back, but I can't find her. Maybe she went out the back? The back door is open. I go out and search the back of the shop for her but she isn't there.

Where would she have gone? She's a good girl. She wouldn't run away or spend the night with a boy. I go back into the shop and open it. What should I do? Should I look for her? Is it too early to file a missing person's report?

I help customers as usual for most of the morning, but I can't stop worrying about her. What should I tell her dad? Of course, when I think that he walks in.

"Hey, MJ, have you seen, Bonnie?"

"No, sir. She was here yesterday, but I don't know about after that." I try not to sound worried because maybe there is nothing to worry about. "She isn't at home?"

"No. She didn't stay at your place?" I shake my head and I can see the fear coming into his face. I have nothing to say to help him. She's not a bad girl so she wouldn't go anywhere. Her dad rushes out of the shop to go look for her. I think I should get off early to help him.

After three days, we still haven't found her. Her dad filed the missing person's report and all we can do is search for her and wait.

Bonnie's POV:

On day four he gave me a mattress while I was passed out after he raped me. I have know idea why. Maybe he realized his victim should be more comfortable if he's expecting a better performance. He also replaced my blanket I think. It wasn't dirty the next morning.

The first time he gave me better food, I think he actually made it. It looked like a pile of shit but it was better than the fucking food he raped me with the night before. It was day five, according to what I've been recording. He's been ordering food after that. I think it took him forever to make it. I heard him come home early that day.

On day six, he caught me trying to get out of the basement. I was trying to pick the lock with a pin I found on the floor. I heard him coming but I wasn't fast enough; he found me on the stairs and just gave me a disappointed look. That was enough to make me go back down by myself. He followed me down and held out his hand towards me. I handed him the pin, ashamed for some reason.

I've learned not to beg him to stop raping me because he won't. We sat there for two hours on day seven until I finally gave in. I kept sobbing and begging him not to, but he just sat there and waited until I was finished.

When we are finished with the usual shit on day eight, I have the audacity to ask him for something. I'm still breathing hard from just being raped by a fucking dildo and a few other weird sex toys that were shaped like fucking dicks. He's wearing the usual sleeveless shirt of his, examining the dildo with interest..? It still has my nasty shit on it.

Of course, I was crying a bit during the rape but I've been getting better at not sobbing so much. I will never get used to it; it still traumatizes me everyday and I still can't believe it's Mr. Stark doing it.

"Mr. Stark?" I ask, trying to catch my breath.

"What..?" He answers slowly.

"Uh, you know how I have to wait for you everyday? I-I kinda get bored. I was wondering if I could have something to keep me busy." I smile at him sweetly. He finally puts the stupid dildo down and looks at me.