He took me. And he used me. And he love-- [Murdoc x Reader]

The Whip.

This Chapter contains NSFW! Please be warned!

It was dark. That's all you had to think about. Other than how you gave your first blowjob and let's just say it wasn't welcome. You were certain that Murdoc wasn't the kind of person to rape people. However, you did have your sucpisions about him. Like how he was so touchy and how he kept dropping hints. Now that your think about it, you should've left when he put his hands on your hips out of no where in that bar. It was totally uncalled for, and when you found out that it was Murdoc that touched you, you were flattered, but not suprised. You knew that Murdoc was a random and forceful person. But never to this extent. Your thoughts were interrupted yet again, when you felt the warm light on your bare body. Your eyes snap open and you notice the one and only Murdoc. You start to shiver at the thought of him coming anywhere near you. Then he talks.

"It's time fa ya punisment, darlin'~."

"No, it's not. I am not going to be your plaything, as I said before."

Your body shook at the idea of anything happening again. You wanted to leave so badly. You hated it here. As would anyone else. Well, maybe not anyone. I knew a few people who would kill to be in this place. However, you were not one of them.

You felt a sharp pain across your stomach. You screamed with everything you had, only to feel another sharp pain across your face. As soon as this happened, you shut your mouth, knowing what it ment. You had been slapped for screaming twice earlier, and you didn't want it to happen again. So, you shut the fuck up.

"Heh, sounds li' someone gets tha message.", Murdoc said with a shit-eating grin.

"I-I, hate y-you so much. Go to h-hell", you said with reluctance. You braced youself for another impact, only to find that nothing happened.

You heard the hundreds of tassles on the whip be slashed back, and you knew it was coming again. There was a tremendous amount of pain on your stomach plenty of times. You counted them. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... almost up to twenty. You weren't screaming because your mouth was tied shut. The muffled screams felt loud enough to damage ears. However, it wasn't enough.

"Ah, shit, you're fuck-- AAARGH!"

You were panting, and wondering what had happened. You knew he wouldn't stop until you had red all over your stomach. Until you felt warm liquid running down your sides. Another wave of pain flew over you and attacked you. More liquid came running down your sides. You immediately knew what had happend.

"THIS IS EVEN MORE FUCKED THAN IT WAS BEFORE. I WANT TO LEAVE EVEN MORE. I DON'T WANT YOU, AND I NEVER WILL. THIS IS THE WORST SITUATION I HAVE EVER BEEN IN MY LIFE! AND I HAVE LIVED ON THE STREETS FOR YEARS! Just, let me go you goDAMNED PICKLE.", you said with pent-up rage.

"So ya decide tha' you're gonna gain some confidence an' talk down ta me, huh? Well, it's time fa a wa' up call."

When you open your eyes, you see your abuser right in front of you. With what seems to be a bottle of lubrication and the whip that made you bleed. It was at this moment you knew what was happening. You struggled to move, get away. You attempt to close your legs but nothing happens.

You closed your eyes, waiting for anything to happen.

As you were sitting on the bed waiting for your "punishment" which was more like rape in every aspect, you shut your eyes. Now wanting to see yourself disrespected in this light. Nothing happened and you opened your eyes to see Murdoc leaving the room, clearly disgusted with himself. Obviously, I was very happy that he was feeling remorse for what he did to you. However, the tiniest sliver of sadness struck you. You weren't sure why, it just... happened.

You watched as he looked back at you, a single tear falling down his oily green skin. He didn't have a single emotion thought after that. He wiped his tear and you looked away. Not wanting to cause any trouble with him thinking that you were challenging him by looking him in the eyes. 

You heard and saw the light shut off, you being left in the dark room, door now closed and Murdoc gone. 

You soon fell asleep, only to be waken up a few hours later when you hear the door handle jiggling. When the door opened, it wasn't Murdoc, instead, it was a large African American man, seemingly holding a first aid kit.

 A/N: I am so sorry for abandoning this story. I fell off of these types of books, however, I can always continue if there is positive feedback. Thank you for wating this long, guys. I really appriciate it.