Syndrome || A Villains (2019) AU

Chapter Four

He spent the next half hour or so in a drug induced haze. Unable to move or do much of anything other than lay there enjoying his buzz. It was a nice feeling, as if his brain were floating on a bunch of clouds and cradled in warmth. A feeling that he craved consistently and with the amount of drugs he had on him, would not threaten to run out any time soon. All of this was perfectly fine until the point that he heard them coming down the hall. He sat up, quickly, a door opened and then shut. There was soft talking which suddenly seemed to get louder. He wondered if he was just imagining this until he was able to pinpoint why he could hear it so clearly. The vents. The room may have been a bit over but the vents were carrying sound like nobody's business. It kind of made sense since the house was so old. He hurried to get down by the one closest to the bed, pressing his ear up against it.

"Now I can't see why would have went wrong there if you did everything I damn well taught you to do." George said, he sounded disappointed about the fact that he hadn't been able to catch them in the act, which only confirmed his suspicions. He was happy that he'd been smart enough to figure it out but he was also now extremely worried. George had already said she was going to be punished for not handing over the gun because he'd known it was in there. Now it seemed like this was strike two. She had also failed to get him to do anything to her when prompted. It hadn't been easy to resist but he thought it might be better for her, and especially better for him. As it turned out, he may have escaped the wrath of George but she hadn't. Fuck.

"I did everything you always tell me to, Daddy he was not-"

"Don't think you tried hard enough, did you?" He said, "Think maybe you're losin your touch and you know how I feel about that."

"I'm not...I swear. I can make him do it you just...gotta give me another chance. Maybe he was just nervous or somethin I mean you're around here and could have come into the kitchen he must have just been smart enough to know that-" She didn't get to finish before he definitely heard her get slapped. There was no mistaking that sound. He winced and closed his eyes, trying to figure out how he was supposed to fix this. He knew he had a chance to run out of the door because they weren't paying any attention to him but he couldn't let her stay there and get hurt. Possibly even killed. Would he kill her for failing to seduce him? Maybe he had no choice other than to let it play out naturally. He shook his head and took in a deep breath.

"Show me...show me you know how to do this still." George insisted.

"Of course I know Daddy, I know how to-" She was cut off again, there was a scream, kind of, but then it was muffled, probably by his hand or a pillow or something. He wasn't sure what but he did know that it sounded like she was in agony with whatever he'd done. He froze up and pulled back from the vents. He really didn't like imagining what might be going on because not seeing it was worse than being there. His drugged up mind amplifying the torture to something it probably wasn't...or was? He shook his head, suppressing a gag as he moved back onto the bed and sat down. He stared at the door and tried to think of what he could even begin to do to help her out. It was going to have to be different from anything that anyone had ever tried before. The only problem was that he didn't know what had been tried before, or how many victims had fallen before he had.

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"Get up." He ordered. She had fallen in the mud, because he'd moved her outside for some reason. Literally for no reason she understood other than to torture and break her down even more. It had been far too hot that day. The only shade she had was the large tree she was chained to. She also couldn't really get away from him from that point. The lead was shorter. Her ankle was basically infected with how much it had chafed and she hadn't been allowed to shower since she'd gotten there. Part of her had hoped the smell of that alone would make him give up on this idea he wanted to have sex with her but it hadn't worked. He was still on her for that and she was still refusing food. Her time was running thin. Somehow, she'd managed to steel herself just enough not to beg for that sandwich once he came back. Knowing that if she gave into him then she'd only have to keep giving into him more and more to get what she needed. If he was prone to getting bored with girls and putting them down as he so bluntly put it, then she knew she had to resist. She had to make him want her more than he wanted anything.