Syndrome || A Villains (2019) AU

Chapter Three

"If you wanna eat then you know what you have to do, sweetie." George purred in her ear. She'd only had water for the past week and a half, which she knew because she'd been counting the days. She kept trying to tell herself she wasn't that hungry, not enough to give him what he had been asking for. This wasn't a situation where he was willing to just rape her, apparently, no. That would be rude. He wanted her to give it to him as if she was interested. She was holding out on him as much as possible. Though he wasn't very shy about coercing her into blow jobs, he wouldn't do more than that and he'd taken to forcing her to spit out the cum instead of swallowing it. As disgusting as the idea was, she had started to crave it in the way that it was some level of protein she wasn't getting otherwise. He must have picked up on that and had stopped allowing it. She hadn't had that in three days even if she had gotten his cock into her mouth half a dozen times since that point. She shook her head. "Alright, you're only gonna get one more chance. Let's see if I can't sweeten the deal a little with some incentive." He got up and walked out of there, heading back up the stairs. He didn't turn the lights off but he did shut the door. She slowly lifted herself up from where she was laying on the floor and then pushed herself up against the cinderblock wall that was a few feet behind where she usually sat. The chain around her ankle, which had chaffed her skin to the point of bleeding, only gave her about a three foot lead. Nearby to that was a bucket, one in which she had no choice but to use because he had not taken her from the basement to an actual bathroom in the entire time she'd been down there. She'd have been lying if she said this sort of treatment was not weighing on her but she didn't think she was ready to give in just yet.

He came back down the stairs with a plate in his hand and once he was within visual range he lowered it enough that she could see there was a sandwich on it. This grabbed her attention and she scrambled to her feet to hurry towards him but he took a step back, just inches from where the chain would end. The sandwich in question definitely had peanut butter on it. She could smell it and it made her stomach growl loudly. She started to salivate for the first time in a long time. He grinned and backed up a bit more, eyeing the distance he was going as well as the length of her arms. After what seemed like a few different quick calculations he set the plate down on the floor and stepped back from that. She lunged at it like some kind of feral animal, getting down and reaching desperately, her fingers barely brushing the edge of the plate. He had set it so close but so far. She screamed angrily.

"Think you might be changin your mind yet, sugar?"

"GO TO HELL!"

"Well, that's not very nice now, is it." He said, "You know, I kinda like you. Them other girls I had they...well they weren't as keen on puttin up a fight. In fact, they were downright sluts tryin to get what they wanted but you. You stand your ground. Always did prefer a challenge to a whore."

"I'm not letting you get anything from me the easy way." She hissed, still reaching for the plate stupidly even though she was well aware she was not going to reach it. He'd done this to torture her. Even if mentally she could tell herself that all the food in the world wasn't worth willingly having sex with this monster, her physical body craved the nutrition because it was slowly starting to cave in on itself. She couldn't go much longer like this and she was fully aware of that conundrum.

"I'm gonna leave you here to think about that for a bit. Get an idea of what I'm gonna be takin away if you don't change your mind. There's no real shame in admitting defeat. You've put up a good fight and you've lasted far longer than the others. Maybe this time, I got a keeper." He said and headed out of there chuckling softly to himself. She screamed again, her anguish and frustration rising to the surface. She'd never wanted a sandwich more desperately in her life but all she could do was lay there and stare at it. Smell it. Wonder how long girls really did usually last within his care and how many had come before her. The idea was bone chilling but part of her thought, very irrationally, that as long as she lived and kept up this level of fight then she was the only one he could hurt. It was probably a good thing, to distract him this long from other potential victims. Even if she had to take one for the rest of the team she knew that in the long term, it would prevent many more deaths to stay right where he wanted her to be.