Kinktober: Alex/Maggie One-Shots

Day 8 - Bad Guys Made Them Do It/NonCon

Day 8 – Bad Guys Made Them Do It/NonCon

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY Non-Consciousal/Rape type

The stale air in the dimly lit room felt suffocating, the steady drip of water from a leaky pipe the only sound that filled the otherwise eerie silence. Alex Levy sat bound to a metal chair, her wrists tied tightly behind her back, ankles shackled to the legs of the chair, and her body aching from the struggle she had put up earlier. Her designer clothes, once pristine, were torn and dirty, a far cry from her usual appearance of calm control. She tried to steady her breath, but fear clawed at her chest, tightening her lungs with each passing second.

Across from her, Maggie Brener was tied up in much the same way. Her face was bruised, her usually sharp eyes dulled with fatigue, yet her expression still radiated defiance. The two women had been dragged here together, unsure of why they had been taken or what their captors wanted. But one thing was certain—the men who had brought them here were professionals, and they were in no hurry to reveal their motives.

The man standing between them, Kasim, a tall, broad figure with a sadistic smirk plastered across his face, paced slowly around them like a predator circling its prey. He had been toying with them for hours, refusing to answer their questions, reveling in their confusion. Now, he seemed to be growing bored with the silent intimidation tactics and was ready to move to something more direct.

Kasim leaned down toward Maggie, his eyes gleaming with twisted amusement as he dragged the edge of his blade lightly down her arm. Maggie flinched but kept her composure, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her break. "You've got quite the backbone," Kasim mused, his voice smooth and dangerous. "But let's see how long that lasts."

Maggie glared at him, her voice hoarse as she finally spoke. "What do you want?"

Kasim's grin widened, but he didn't answer. Instead, he turned his attention to Alex, who had been silently watching the exchange. "Your friend here—she thinks she's clever," Kasim said, his voice dripping with mockery. "But I'm not interested in clever. I'm interested in answers."

Alex's heart pounded as she met his cold gaze. "Answers to what? What the hell do you want from us?" she spat, the frustration and fear bubbling to the surface. She had no idea why they were here, why these men had captured them, but the longer the silence dragged on, the more dangerous the situation felt.

Kasim chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, Alex," he said, his tone almost patronizing. "You're not as clueless as you pretend to be. There's a reason we brought you here. We need something from you, and trust me, we'll get it. Whether you give it willingly or not... well, that's up to you."

Alex's blood ran cold at his words, but she kept her expression as neutral as she could, refusing to show the fear gnawing at her insides. What could they possibly want from her? She racked her brain, trying to make sense of the situation, but there were no clear answers. And then, there was Maggie—dragged into this with her, equally in the dark. She felt a surge of guilt for whatever danger Maggie had been put in just by being near her.

Kasim stepped back and studied both women with that same sadistic smirk. "But before we get to the fun part, we need to soften you up a bit," he said casually, as if discussing the weather. He paused, pulling out a phone from his pocket and tapping the screen.

Alex's eyes widened as she saw herself and Maggie reflected on the screen—a live feed. "You're being watched," Kasim explained, his voice filled with glee. "By people who are very interested in what we're going to do next. Let's just say... your little newsroom drama doesn't stay in the newsroom anymore and a lot of people are hoping you don't cooperate."