♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 963
You wake up two days later.
Barely.
The pain is no longer sharp—it’s molten. Molten and slow and heavy, like something toxic coursing through your veins. You taste metal, your mouth dry and crusted. Blood. Dried at the corner of your lips, caked against your teeth. You can’t move your left arm. Can’t feel your fingers. The shot went through your shoulder, shattered something, maybe more than one thing, and left you in a feverish haze between consciousness and coma.
But he kept you alive.
He didn’t kill you. Not really. Just broke you enough that escaping isn’t an option anymore.
He sits at your bedside, watching. Always watching. His eyes are too clear, too focused, too quiet. There’s no glee in them today. No fury. Just calculation. Like you’re a puzzle with only one piece left to snap into place.
“You’re awake,” he says, like it’s a casual observation. Like you’re not lying in your own filth, weak and shaking, bound and drugged.
You try to speak. No sound comes out.
He leans forward.
“Shhh. Don’t waste your breath. You’re not going anywhere.”
You believe him.
He’s already cleaned the wound—crudely, cruelly, pouring rubbing alcohol into the hole while you writhed and screamed and bit your tongue. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t pause. Just held you down with one hand and smiled while you screamed.
“I thought about letting you die,” he murmurs, fingers brushing your hair back from your clammy forehead. “But then I realized that’d be too easy. You’d get away from me that way.”
You blink. That’s all you can do.
He stands. Paces. Then turns back, a flicker of something darker in his expression.
“You smiled,” he says. “When I pulled the trigger. You actually smiled.”
He kicks the bed frame. It rattles. Your body jerks, a white-hot spike of pain radiating from your shoulder down your spine.
“You think this is a game? You think I won’t keep going until there’s nothing left of you?”
You don’t answer. He doesn’t want answers. He wants submission. He wants the thing inside you that still says no to break into something soft and pliant.
He walks to the wall. Takes down the belt. The same one he used a hundred times before—on your back, your thighs, across your cunt. The leather is stained. The buckle still smells like blood.
He doesn’t speak while he fastens your good wrist to the headboard. Doesn’t explain as he spreads your legs and binds your ankles to the corners of the bed. You’ve been here before. But this time, you’re slower. Weaker. Your nerves are shot, your body useless.
Perfect.
He strips without flair, throwing his clothes off piece by piece. His cock is already hard. Already leaking. Just the sight of your bloodied, near-comatose body is enough to get him off.
“You’re not a person,” he says softly, crawling over you. His breath fans your neck. “You’re a fuckhole. A breathing, bleeding fleshlight that I’ve hollowed out to fit me.”
The belt cracks.
You scream. This time, there’s no holding it in.
He doesn’t stop.
Strike after strike lands across your chest, your stomach, the insides of your thighs. You can feel skin break. Blood wells up in thin, hot lines. You sob, not because it hurts—you’re past that—but because it’s unrelenting.
“Tell me you love it.”
You shake your head, trembling.
He hits you again. Harder.
“Tell me you fucking love it.”
“No,” you rasp.
He grabs your jaw, fingers digging into the bruises already blooming there.
“Then I’ll fuck the truth out of you.”
He shoves into you raw.
There’s no preparation. No warning. Your body isn’t ready. You scream, but he covers your mouth with one hand and holds you down with the other, thrusting into you like he owns your organs.
“Tight little bitch,” he snarls into your ear. “Still clenching like a virgin. Like your cunt didn’t learn its place.”
Your hips jerk from the impact, but there’s nowhere to go. He’s buried to the hilt, slamming into your pelvis like he’s trying to break bone. Every thrust is an act of hatred, of obsession. He’s not fucking you—he’s erasing you. Replacing you with something pliable.
Your body reacts without your permission. It’s always betrayed you that way. And he notices.
He always notices.
“Oh, you do like it,” he laughs. “You can’t help it. Doesn’t matter how much you cry, how much you pretend I disgust you. Your cunt knows who owns it.”
He pulls out just long enough to flip you over. Your wounded arm drags uselessly beneath you. He grabs your hair, yanks your head back, and slams into you again. You scream into the mattress.
“Say it,” he growls. “Say you’re mine.”
You choke on your breath. On blood. On pain.
He slaps your ass hard enough to bruise, over and over until you go numb. Then he leans forward, licking the sweat from your neck.
“I could keep you like this forever,” he whispers. “Tied up, fucked raw, too broken to walk, too scared to scream. You’re never leaving. Never. Even if I have to cut off your legs.”
He finishes with a growl, his seed spilling into you as his hips stutter, brutal and possessive. He stays buried there for a moment, panting, twitching, his fingers knotted in your hair.
Then, silence.
He pulls out slowly. Watches the mix of blood and cum drip from you onto the sheets.
“Look at that,” he says softly. “Messy little hole. Bet you’d cry if you saw yourself.”
He wipes himself off on your thigh.
Then he leaves the room.
The door clicks shut. The lock turns.
You’re alone again.
But not free.
Never free.
Just meat with a heartbeat.
And he’ll be back tomorrow.
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DC: Damian Wayne
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Honkai Star Rail: Blade, Boothill
How to Live as an Illegal Healer: N/A
Hunter x Hunter: Uvogin
I’m Not That Kind of Talent: N/A
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MONSTER: N/A
Naruto Shippuden: Hidan, Zabuza Momochi
One Punch Man: Suiryu
Reverend Insanity: N/A
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