ROLEPLAY HQ - taken

TW: Kidnapping, Bondage, Stockholm syndrome, emotional manipulation, rape, cnc, blood, violence, mental illness, possible murder Both RP participants are consenting to all of the themes listed. (edited)

Alright, I think I should be set now

It didn’t take much. It was a chance encounter that started this whole thing, this obsession of his. It was a sunny day out, he was at the mall picking up some new clothes. It almost didn’t happen, but he turned into the food court to grab a bite. Pizza, sandwiches, that weird Chinese restaurant in every mall food court. What was he hungry for? Then something caught his eye, no, someone. A brunette across the way in line at the new smoothie shop. That is what he was hungry for. He walks in her direction with a singular purpose. Travis steps deliberately into a collision course, crashing his shoulder into hers with no small amount of force. “Oh god, shit, I’m so sorry I didn’t see you!” He says, feigning shock and surprise.

The plans for the day had been derailed For Blake when her best friend had cancelled last minute so instead of shopping with a companion she had been forced to shop for her dorm room items by herself. It hadn't been terrible, she'd even managed to find a really cute dress that she hadn't needed but absolutely wanted. After a few hours of perusing different shops she finally had decided to call it a day, her new dress in the back on her arm as she made her way to the food court. Not outright hungry she decided to stop and try the new smoothie place even though it seemed there would be a bit of a wait. Standing at five foot two and weighing barely above one-hundred and five pounds Blake was a small thing, her ivory skin and rich brown hair and light blue eyes made her stand out among the crowd. Her eyes were trained on her phone as she texted a friend, clearly unaware of the oncoming collision. Startled her eyes went wide as she whipped her head to see who had bumped into her. Her voice was a soft one as she offered a reassuring smile. "Oh no, you're fine! I wasn't paying attention-"

Before Blake was a 5’11”, 175lbs man in his late 20’s. He had toned arms and was well dressed compared to most people around him. Travis donned his most sympathetic face before saying “no, this is totally my fault! I should have been looking where I was going!” He looks up at the smoothie menu, putting into action his plan. “Hey, can I at least buy your smoothie? It’s the actual least I can do after running into you like that”

Eyes going wide Blake held up her hands. "Oh, you don't have to do that! I'm not hurt or anything. Your apologies are more than enough." She craned her head back slightly to look up into the face of the man as he stood there practically towering over her. A slight flush on her cheeks she looked towards the front, the line moved up which meant after the lady in front of her it would be her turn to order. Blake turned her attention back to the man.

“I insist” Travis asserts. “I owe you that much.” He smiles reassuringly before offering his hand. “I’m Travis. Travis Baker. You are..?” He knew his entire plan hinged on getting as much info as he could. This was his sole purpose in life now; studying this woman

"I- Alright " The quick shift from refusing to accepting was a simple one. There was no harm in accepting his offer, he was just a friendly stranger after all. When he told her his name she smiled. "Nice to meet you, despite the collison." She chuckled and accepted his hand. His was March larger than hers. Her petite hand shaking his lightly as she offered yet another friendly smile. "Blake Fulton." The older woman in front of them finished paying and departed with a smoothie in hand which meant it was now their turn. Stepping forward Blake shoved her phone into the back pocket of her skinny jeans before glancing up at the menu. "Welcome to Blissfully Smooth, what can I get you folks today?" Blake scanned over the menu for the third time since she'd been in line and offered that same kind smile she had given Travis to the clerk behind the register. "Can I get the Pineapple Paradise please, and can it have a drizzle of honey on top? Thank you." She moved over slightly to give Travis room at the register, her blue eyes observing him.

“Good afternoon, I’m take the Staw-nana blast?” He chuckles at the strange name. “Where do you folks come up with these things?” Travis asks rhetorically. The cashier rings up the order and Travis places his card on the counter. He isn’t too shy about hiding it either. It’s one of those heavy metal ones you rarely see. You get the idea that Travis Baker does alright for himself and wants everyone else to know it too. From the nice Oxford shoes, the pressed slacks, the sweater, the wrist watch. You get the sense of a performance on display. Travis give the woman behind the register a kind smile. “Thank you, ma’am.” He takes his card back and turns back to Blake. “Well Blake, it’d be a shame to drink this alone. Do you care to grab a table and talk for a bit? I don’t want to keep you if you have some place to be, but I sure would love the company”

It didn't come as a surprise that he had invited her to sit and enjoy the smoothies together and in truth she never truly liked eating alone as it was. With a slight nod she shifted her bag on her arm as one of the smoothie employees slid them their drinks over the counter. She picked hers up, the bright yellow and pink swirls looked absolutely delectable with honey drizzled haphazardly on the side inside the cup. Blake grabbed two of the thick bright green and white straws and offered one to Travis. "It would be a shame, food and drinks are always tastier when shared in good company." She beamed him a smile before tossing the trash from the straws wrapper in the small bin beside the. She turned and scanned the food court looking for an open spot. With it being lunch time there were not many options but she finally spotted one just as a couple got up and headed for the trashcan. "Shall we?" Blake made her way over, taking one of the seats, her bags from her shopping placed beside her on the little booth seat. She tucked her wavy hair behind her ear before taking the first sip from her smoothie. The flavors blended together wonderfully as the icy cool fruit slid over her tongue. "Thank you again, for the drink."

Travis takes his smoothie, then smiles as he takes the straw from Blake. He tosses the trash and follows this woman he just met to their table, discreetly looking her over as he trails her closely. And to think, he wasn’t going to grab food. Already he was plotting. This was a woman was someone bound by obligation. He could use this. Twist this. He slid into the seat across from her. “Thank you? No, it’s my pleasure. I should be thanking you. I had no clue what to get before bumping into you. No pun intended, of course.” Travis smirks at his own joke. “So, Blake, are you originally from here? Friends? Family?” Travis begins to pry, taking careful mental notes he will use later. Already he is thinking of how to find her social media pages.

She chuckled at his word play and took another drink of the smoothie, observing him over the lid of her cup. His questions seemed innocent enough, she shook her head as she placed the cup down. "Nope, I'm not. Actually recently moved here for college with my best friend... Home is a few hours away in a different town." she lifted the straw from the cup and let the plastic squeak against the lid before letting the contents of the straw rise to her lips and sucking out the bit of smoothie that had remained within. "What about you? You from here?"

“No, no. I’m from a little bit of everywhere, you know? I settled here a few years back. I just like the vibe.” Travis reaches for his cup, taking a long sip. “Personally, I just love how it always seems like there is someone new to meet in this town.” There is a subtle twinkle in his eye as he says it

He lounges back in his seat, looking at her intently. “So what brought you to this city? The hiking is obviously incredible, the night life is stellar, and you’ll be hard pressed to beat the arts district. Or did you just come here to get away?” Travis’ mind races: Blake Fulton, college age, lives with her best friend, no family in town. What’s the in here?

"Well..." She replaced her straw back into the cup and shrugged. "Honestly it's nothing grand like that, in truth my best friend Cami wanted to come here for her modeling career...and the college here isn't bad so I figured why not? We could support each other in a new city while becoming our own. You know?" Blake took a long drink from her straw, her attention going to those who passed by them. "Don't get me wrong, I love my parents but we don't have the best relationship. So getting away was really nice. So far the few months I've been here has been full of fun and stress free." She wasn't sure why she was telling all of this to him, he was friendly enough. Perhaps if she had thought better of it she wouldn't have said so much but she found that she liked talking to him, and it never hurt to make new friends, at least in her mind.

Travis nods along and listens intently, interjecting a “yeah-“ or “for sure-“ here any there, engaging with the conversation. Travis slurps down the last of his smoothie. “I can understand wanting to get out on your own, that’s such an important step in someone’s life.” He smiles knowingly. “There’s nothing quite like taking life into your own hands, owning that, being responsible for it. It’s incredible.” Travis stares off for a second, images and past experiences racing through his mind. He smiles to himself, remembering something, then it’s gone and he is back to the conversations. “Anyway! I would love to help you out if you ever need anything here in town. Let me give you my number. It can be tough making it on your own and we all need a helping hand sometimes.” Travis pulls out a small box and opens it. Inside is a card with simply his name and a number written on it in silver filigree. Had Travis been a more self-aware individual he would have realized how pompous these cards were, but he thought they added to his station.

"You just may be right... I hope that I enjoy my time here and discovering who I am." Blake offered a smile and picked up her cup. Not much was left of her smoothie and as she placed the straw into her mouth she arched a brow at his offer. It wasn't the first time she'd ever been asked to either give or be given a phone number but she felt bad if she turned that down after he was kind enough to have bought her drink. Travis pulled out a small box and Blake raised an eyebrow. She had expected him to ask for a pen or even her phone, the fancy card she was handed was out of the norm for someone her age but she reached out to accept it all the same. The physical contact was brief as she took the card from his outstretched hand before she dug through her purse to pull out her wallet. She slipped his card into one of the open slots before snapping the wallet shut and replacing it into her bag. "Thank you, I'll be sure to keep that in mind... should I ever need a helping hand." It was the nicest thing she could say without outright turning him down. Sure, he was attractive enough but he wasn't really her type and she was sure this was an attempt at flirting. One last sip of her smoothie and the plastic cup was empty. "Well, I've got a few more stops to make so I should probably get going..."

“Yes, yes of course!” Travis replied, oblivious to the subtle deflection of his advances. “I should probably do the same. I have a very busy day ahead of me.” He was thinking through all of the research he needed to do. It was going to take effort if he wanted to pick apart every piece of this woman’s life. Travis smiled and stood up from his seat, taking his near empty cup in his left hand, he reached out to shake Blake’s hand with his right. “It was truly a pleasure meeting you, I hope we can run into each other again some time.” He was beaming, laying the kindness on thick for his little performance. “May I take your cup for you?”

"It was nice meeting you too. Thanks again for the smoothie." She shook his hand as she looked up at him, his offer to take her cup was nice of him and she saw no reason to refuse. "If you would' that's very kind of you, thank you." Blake handed him her cup and gave Travis one more smile and a slight bow of her head. "See you around maybe." With a wave she turned and headed towards the escalators, not glancing back at all and already tapping away at her phone as she pulled up the text conversation with her best friend. Her phone rang as she had started to type a message, so instead Blake answered it on the first ring. "Hey, Tay. You done with your errands now? Yeah I just got done. Sure, I'll pick up the Chinese before heading back to the dorm. See ya then. Yes...extra duck sauce, I know." Rolling her eyes, Blake turned to glance toward the table she and Travis had sat. "Uh huh. Alright, bye." She hung up, an exasperated sigh leaving her lips. Would she ever call him? Probably not, but it had been a pleasant enough experience the conversation as well as the delicious smoothie having put her in a good mood.

Travis watched her go before heading off in the opposite direction. He did glance over his shoulder, smiling to himself and shaking his head in disbelief of his good fortune. It has been a while since he had a muse. “This might be good for me.” He thought. As Travis passes one of the open trash bins he dumps his cup, holding on to the one he had taken to Blake. It was his trophy. The first of many, he hoped. Plus he could get her DNA off the straw, which may be useful at some point. Travis returned home that evening, living by himself in a tidy, one story home in a nice suburb. He took off his shoes and set them by the front door. He prepared dinner, ate alone at his stylish mahogany table, then settled in on his white leather couch in his living room. This is when the real work began. He opening his laptop and began his research. No detail would escape him. He sipped on a glass of Merlot as he worked. First a government page flashes across the screen. A few moments later there was a driver’s license, followed by photos of the listed address and a birth certificate. Travis chuckled to himself at how easy all this information was to find. Next came the enrollment information and student ID for the local community college. This was it! This would be his in.

Blake had been given free dumplings when she had gone to get the Chinese from the place Taylor had sent her to. The male cashier had been about her age and had flirted with her heavily as she waited for the good to cook. She'd played the claw machine that had been in the entrance after getting the food and had won a small panda keychain. The drive home took a bit longer due to roadwork and the detour but because of the traffic delay she found a cute little park that she made mental note to visit later full of what appeared to be sculptures. Once back at the dorm Blake was met by Taylor with alcohol and her boyfriend, both being close friend swith Blake they spent the evening eating, drinking and decorating the girls' dorm room. It had been full of laughter and good memories being shared between the trio. It would be well past eleven before Taylor left with her boyfriend to say their goodbyes. Blake was honestly sort of jealous. She'd had her own boyfriend back home too, but two months before graduation he had called it off stating it simply wouldn't work with long distance. It had been a rough few weeks at first, but watching Taylor become a sobbing mess also made Blake realize that she was completely free of that heartache, and for once she had nothing holding her down from accomplishing whatever it was her heart desired. The girls called it a night after Taylor had returned, both too exhausted in one form or another and as Blake laid in her surprisingly comfortable dorm bunk she scrolled through social media, posting the few pics that they had taken just hours prior. Captioning the bundle of photos with a affirmation and a handful of emojis. Blake was excited for class, and after a quick update text to home she finally shut her eyes and drifted off to sleep. ----

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The next morning Blake woke early, carefully choosing which outfit she'd wear on the first day of her classes. Both Taylor and Blake were attending a community College, Taylor Having picked her major and Blake still undecided, simply choosing to take all the gen-ed classes first and perhaps later she would discover what it was she truly wanted to do with her future. Now dressed and ready for the day she headed out, stopping only to pick up a coffee from the small food truck that sold coffee and breakfast treats. Coffee in hand Blake all but skipped to her first class. She chose a seat in the back and towards the exit, surprised at how full the lecture hall already was.

Travis had spend the prior evening crossing all of the social bridges he hadn’t already burnt, calling in all of his favors and laying the charm on as thick as he could. He surprised himself at his efficiency. He was a man with a singular purpose: get into Blake’s school by any means necessary. The following morning his phone rang: it was the Dean of General Education. “Mr. Baker, I was a little surprised to receive a call last night from Mrs. Fricklemoore, the Dean of Student Affairs requesting I hire you on immediately. This is certainly highly unusual, but I’ve looked over your résumé and you are certainly qualified. It says here you have your grad degree from Berkeley? Most impressive. I trust her judgement implicitly so I’d love to bring you on tentatively for a trial run today if that isn’t too soon?” Travis smirked to himself. The photos of Julia Fricklemoore were still spread out on the counter from the night before, depicting her on full display resting on a leather cushion and trying to gag herself with more than one cock while another was buried in her ass. You see, Travis could charm people to an extent, but he always found that blackmail was a more direct route to what he wants. Travis had hastily accepted the dean’s offer and began to get ready right away. He put on one of his best suits (a fine, dark navy color), a bold almost tan-mustard color tie, with matching Oxford shoes and a pocket square. He added his ornate titanium cuff links and with a check in the mirror and a little adjustment of his hair he was out the door. The well dressed man opened the door to the lecture hall. His performance would be impeccable. He marched straight to the podium, set down his briefcase, and pulled out his laptop. He quickly had it plugged into the digital display system and brought up his class slides. Travis was ready. “Good morning, students! My name is Professor Baker and I will be teaching this class this semester as Professor Jurring was reassigned to

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another class. I’m very excited to be here with all for our adventure into History 105.” He scanned the room, observing the students, but making sure he glazed over Blake the first time. “We will be starting with a study of the the first great civilization: the Babylonians! We will break down their culture piece by piece from their art, to their literature and laws. By the end of this unit we will know what makes them tick.” This time he as he scanned the students again he let his eyes come to rest of Blake’s. There she is he thought. He tilted his head and smiled, feigning surprise at another chance encounter. The lecture went on for another fourth five minutes, and actually seemed to captivate some of the students. Travis was only trying to captivate Blake. He would try to catch her eye from time to time, and found it difficult at times to focus on his lesson plan as his head swam with images of her.

She hadn't been paying attention when he had entered, nor when he had started to speak, her and one of her seatmates already into a conversation about their class loads for the next semester other small talk conversations. Blake had always been the sociable type, made friends easily and just all around liked for the most part. Her home life was the typical American life that movies depict. Two supportive parents who would do anything for her though her mother was the typical helicopter mom. Always needing to know what she was up to, who she was with and the like. It hadn't been bad but it had made her feel suffocated, driving her farther from home than she had ever been. Her seatmate quieted down as the professor began to talk more and it was then that Blake had looked up, her eyes landing on the very familiar face. The look of surprise was clear on her face when he looked at her. His own look of surprise had her shaking her head and chuckling lightly. Once he delved into the first lesson she had pulled out her laptop, taking notes like the dutiful student she had always been. She wasn't particularly fond of history but she could pass it with a low B, if her predictions were correct. Forty-five minutes and then the class was over, it'd be another hour before her next class and as other students began to file out of the lecture hall she had lingered behind. Standing there and replacing her things inside her bag though her attention was up to the front where already a small gaggle of girls were talking to the professor. Travis, that had been his name and Blake couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't mentioned yesterday that he worked as a teacher. Though she supposed she hadn't asked him much about himself, the conversation she realized had be primarily about her and she felt a bit guilty. .

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With the last item replaced in her bag she slung it over her shoulder and made her way down the aisle, not sure exactly what she was going to say or why she felt compelled to say anything. Tucking her hair behind her ear she waited a few steps behind the girls who had already been there, clearly some of them laying on the flirtations thick. While he was preoccupied she took the time to observe him better, taking in every little detail of his suit and how he styled his hair. He was more dressed up today, though she supposed that made sense with his job. He was handsome, for an older man anyway.

Travis basked in the attention, though his goal was still singular: Miss Blake Fulton. Travis knew he was good looking enough, and he always made an effort to put his best foot forward in his mannerisms and the way he dressed. He could get plenty of women, he supposed. It wasn’t about that. He didn’t want someone thrown at him. He lived for the chase. He humored his female students a bit longer, always flirting back just enough to keep them interested, but never setting the preverbal hook. He saw Blake approach the back of the group and after letting her wait there just long enough he said to the group “Ladies, ladies you’ve all been lovely, but I do have to prepare for my afternoon classes. I expect you all to still read pages 12-37 before our next class on Wednesday!” He gestured them along and turned back to Blake. “Miss Fulton, what a pleasure to see you here! You never mentioned you went to this school!” Travis leaned back against his desk casually, one hand in his pocket. This was undoubtably a pose he had seen on a magazine somewhere and thought looked “sophisticated and casual.” He beamed in her direction, shaking a finger at her. “I had a good feeling about this semester. It seems my hunch was correct!”

"What a coincidence huh? I didn't take you for the professor type Tr- I mean Mr. Baker?" A slight tinge of color spread across her cheeks and she shook her head. "I can't believe how small the world can be at times." She gave a soft chuckle as she watched him lean against the desk. He seemed relaxed, more...something though she couldn't quite put her finger on it but she equated it to the fact that she was a familiar face in a sea of strangers. The door where everyone had been exiting clanged shut with the last remaining stragglers and Blake turned to look at the sound for a moment. "Do you have a class next hour?" Her bright eyes turned back to him after seeing no one else was left in the lecture hall. "Was wondering if I could repay you for the smoothie yesterday?" She tucked the loose curl that had escaped her hair tie behind her ear, a habit that happened frequently it would seem. "I know you said it was an apology but I still feel bad, you barely even bumped into me."

Travis raised an eyebrow to her. “Don’t you mean Professor Baker?” His chuckled. “Teaching has always been more of a passion project for me. There’s something about training and teaching a pupil that I’ve always found so exciting.” Images of those he had previously “trained and taught” flashed through his mind, the echos of stifled moans, shouts, and chains reverberating through his memories. Travis returned his attention to the present. “No, no class until this afternoon, though I can always be convinced to clear my schedule if need be.” He smile down warmly at her, searching her eyes for a moment. “Barely bumped into you? That hit would have levels a lesser woman!” Travis chuckled. “You know, if you really want to pay me back how about you let me take you to dinner tonight? I know a lovely bistro downtown; they have a jazz band most nights and the ambiance is impeccable.” Travis’ words hung in the air as he searched for the response he wanted. He was so confident in himself and his proposition that he hadn’t even entertained the idea of defeat, of failure. He knew he would get what he wanted.

"Oh my gosh... You're right." She paled slightly. "Sorry Professor Baker." She hadn't known him long but it was definitely something she'd have to work on. "I bet it is a fulfilling career. I have...yet to decide what I want to do with my life so for now, general studies it is." Why she was telling him more than she normally did to strangers she couldn't say but she felt comfortable enough around him and she assumed it equated to that. She chuckled at his comment about the bump leveling someone else. "That might be, but I wasn't harmed, nor did I break anything so we're all good there, even if I am so petite." Hearing his offer for dinner... Dinner, under most circumstances with those of the opposite sex usually meant a date and that was... not something she was looking for, especially if that person was her professor. Even if she was of age that seemed a bit too much. Already she could hear her mother in the back of her mind nagging her. "I-" How was she supposed to let him down and it not upset him? He was her professor after all and they'd have to see each other at least twice a week for this class. "I don't think that's a good idea, professor. Coffee... I can do, dinner is a bit..." She looked into his eyes a moment before glancing away. "Much."

Travis’ smile froze on his face for a moment. He wasn’t prepared for this. He was a man who had his life organized in nice little boxes. Things didn’t just not go to plan for him. The man quickly regained his composure, still smiling thought the smile was worn a little tighter on his face this time. “But I- I haven’t even told you about their cheesecake. It’s absolutely to die for!” His mind was racing, trying to fit this situation back into one of his organized mental boxes, but it just wasn’t fitting. “As great as coffee sounds, I really should insist on dinner. I think we would have a lovely evening together. Maybe we can get coffee together tomorrow morning-“ Travis had just overextended and he knew it. The insinuation of evening dinner turning into morning coffee was going to be too much for Blake. She felt compelled to be agreeable, but not that agreeable.

Hand a little tighter on the bag slung over her shoulder Blake eyed him wearily. It hadn't truly raised her guard the first time he had offered to take her to dinner, but the second time the level of uncomfortable had been pricked enough that she took a step back. "Uhm..." Blake shook her head. "I should get going, maybe we can grab a coffee some other time." She t took a few more steps though she still faced him. "I appreciate the offer though, really..." It wasn't convincing and she knew it, but thankfully she was saved by her phone. A pop melody began to play and she all but scrambled to pull her phone out of her back pocket. "See you Professor Baker." Blake hit the green accept button and brought the phone to her ear, finally turning around completely and putting him behind her. She didn't run but she walked just a little quicker. "Hey Taylor, yeah I can meet you." Her heart hammered in her chest and when she reached the door she chanced a glance back towards where he was. She hated confrontation of any sort and despite being uncomfortable she still felt bad for how things had played out. "Give me ten minutes and I'll be back at the dorm." As the metal latch clicked into place and the door was firmly shut between them only then did she relax slightly.

Travis fumed. Fury filled his body as the door latched behind the young Miss Fulton. He grabbed one of the chairs there in the room and hurled it at the whiteboard. The two connected with a loud crash and Travis’ voice joined the cacophony yelling “FUUUUUCK!” He looked disheveled, several strands of hair in his face as his chest heaved. This could not be happening to him. She wanted him, she just couldn’t admit it to herself yet, he thought to himself. She just needed the right environment, away from distractions. She would come around, he knew she would. Travis righted the seat he had thrown, and tried to brush away the massive new dent in the whiteboard, with anticipatable, ineffectual results. He sat in the chair he had just thrown and pulled out his cellphone, calling the school’s housing department. “Hello, yes, this is Professor Baker in the Gen Ed department? I had a student leave their bag in my class today, a Miss Blake Fulton. I have some spare time and thought I might run it by her dorm. Could you tell me where that might be?” Travis jotted down a few notes on a pad before thanking the person on the other end for their time. “Professor Baker’s History 105, 1:15-2:00” session was far less refined than the morning class. He raced through the basic slides, detouring down tangents here and there. At one point he spent 20 minutes of class discussing Babylonian battle strategy. “These were people who TOOK what they wanted! They didn’t adhere to our complex and antiquated moral compass of society today. They knew what the world should look like and they crafted it in their own image. Do you understand what I am saying to all of you??” As soon as the clock struck 2:00 he rushed the students from the room, though many of them wanted out of there as fast as possible anyway. The remainder of the evening was spent at Home Depot. He grabbed some tape, rope, some metal wire. All for gardening, he told the cashier. Then he picked up a large pet crate from the-

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-pet store. “Yeah, I’m adopting a Great Dane! It’s a rescue and I just can’t wait to give it a wonderful new home.” He smiled and joked with the cashier there, before dropping the emotion from his face the moment he left the store. He had everything he needed. He looked at the address on the crumpled piece of paper in his pocket, got in his car, and headed toward the dorms.

After meeting up with Taylor and helping calm her down from another sad girlfriend episode with chocolate and just sitting with her she went to her next class with all her emotions pretty much fried for the day. Being empathic towards others always drained her but that never seemed to stop Blake from trying to help when she could. What bothered her the most though, was what had happened in her morning class. She replayed the incident a few times in her mind while sitting through math. It was never her strong suit but thankfully the first day of class the professor just went over what they would be doing for the year and telling everyone which books they would need, what study guides were useful and so on and so forth. By the time her third class had ended she had been invited to go out for drinks with some of her classmates. Sure she wasn't of age to drink yet but that didn't stop folks in college from throwing parties where alcohol was involved and for once Blake was looking forward to letting loose and breaking the mold her mother had set for her. She sent a quick text to Taylor letting her know she'd be back to the dorm later and sent her the details of the party, though she assumed her friend wouldn't come. Instead, Taylor probably would opt to call her boyfriend for probably the twentieth time that day. "I just need to drop these things off, then I'll be right down and rejoin you guys. Wait for me, alright?" She called, giving her best charming smile to the two guys that had accompanied her back. "Like we'd go anywhere without ya, plus Ted is waiting for his girl so." The blonde who had introduced himself to her as Kyle stated, his own charming smile coming back to meet her own. A flush spread across her cheeks and she nodded before heading inside. .

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The day had started out weird but things were definitely starting to look up for her and as she headed up the stairs to her room she wondered if she should change her clothes to something more attractive. Kyle seemed into her and she did find him attractive... Hitting the second floor she had decided to change, rushing into her dorm room and slipping into a dress that complimented her figure. It wasn't too dressy but it showed that she was interested. Blake made quick work of fixing her hair and checking her makeup. Taylor wouldn't be out her class for another hour so she locked the door to their dorm room before she headed back down the stairs.

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Her dress

There was a swift movement in the shadows. Before there was anytime to react the assailant was on her. With a quick, well rehearsed movement a powerful hand clamped down over her mouth, muffling any screams the attack might elicit. “You look really beautiful tonight. That dress if going to be perfect for our dinner.” A voice whispered in her ear before a small needle was driven into the artery in her neck, the chemical cocktail quickly drained directly into her bloodstream. Travis wore a black turtleneck sweater with black pants and boots. He was as prepared as he could be. The attack had only take a few seconds, but he was confident he had subdued Blake before anyone could be made aware of his actions. Travis took the pearl bracelet from her unconscious woman’s wrist and devised a strategy to distract anyone who may come looking for her.

She had been taken completely unaware and before she could outright scream a very masculine hand clamped down over her mouth. The scream came out but too muffled for anyone to hear in the stairwell. Her mind raced with thoughts but a sense of dread filled her veins when she heard the voice in her ear. Her voice went silent as she felt the needle pierce the flesh of her neck. All too quickly she lost the control of her arms and legs. Her body going limp against her attacker. She knew who it was, from the tone of voice and his comment about dinner and a sense of dread of what was going to happen to her... Her phone clattered to the floor, the screen cracking as it clattered down the steps. Taylor wouldn't be back for awhile... but the guys she had just met were waiting...maybe one of them could come... Would they even care if she didn't show up? They'd only just met... they'd probably think she had lost interest. She felt the bracelet slip from her wrist and her heart pumping wildly as the helplessness she felt only continued to grow. Mentally she continued to scream, hating that she couldn't even move a pinky, let alone fight off her attacker.

Travis watched the phone bounce down the stairs and started to go after it before thinking more about his actions. He turned back from the stairs and looked down at the immobilized girl. He knelt down and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. “Hey hey hey, it’s going to be alright. Just relax and focus on your breathing, let’s get that heart rate down.” He smiled down at her before taking Blake’s arms and hoisting her up onto one shoulder, almost effortlessly lifting her small frame. He looked down the for the back stairs and decided to take that way out. After exiting the back of the building he carried the girl to his waiting forest green Audi Q5, placing her in the passenger seat then reaching across her to buckle her in. He inhaled deeply. “You smell so nice tonight. I can’t wait for you to see the dinner I have planned.” Travis beamed. “There’s just one loose end I need to wrap up before we go. I’ll be right back.” He shut the door and headed back around to the side of the building, peering over where the two men had been leaning against a car. He watched them for a minute, then two, then five until one of them got impatient. The blonde smacked his friend on the shoulder and gestured for the other man to follow, apparently looking to check up on Blake. They both headed into the building, which was just the opportunity Travis had been waiting for. Quickly he jogged up to their car and pulled out his pocket knife. He popped the trunk on their car, quickly placing the bracelet into the back then plucking one of Blake’s hairs from his shoulder and tossing that in as well. Travis smirked at his own cleverness. He hadn’t stayed out of prison this long being dumb. Everything had to be planned and perfect. He quietly shut the trunk and returned to his SUV. He sat in the vehicle and turned to Blake. “Finally alone.” He smiled at her, taking her limp hand and stroking it. “I knew you wanted to say yes to my dinner invitation, you were just nervous and I totally-

08:40

-understand that! What if someone saw us, right? Student and teacher? It would never fly. So I planned something a little more intimate for tonight.” Travis drove across town to his mid-size suburban home and pulled into the garage before unloading Blake from the vehicle. He brought her inside and set her down at the dining room table. “You sit right here, I’m going to go start dinner for the both of us. You like steak, right? And are you more of a Pinot Noir kind of gal or do you prefer a nice white?” Travis scurried off to the kitchen where Blake hears him whistling a classical piece from Beethoven as pots and pans begin clattering together in preparation of the meal.

He was nuts, had to be... Who in their right mind carried around needles with drugs that paralyzed people? He tried to soothe her but there was absolutely no way that she could calm down. Not in a situation like this where she was at the mercy of a man she had only just met yesterday. Her phone abandoned she mentally tried to will her brain to just connect, to move something, anything. Of course it was a futile attempt as she was easily hoisted up off the floor and carried out the back emergency exit to the dorm building. Blake tried to remember the small details as they approached his car and he inserted her into the passenger seat. Her attention to detail and her photographic memory had always come in handy but could it now? Heart still thudding she internally winced when Travis reached over and buckled her seatbelt. Her eyes tracking him as he inhaled her scent deeply and if she could, she probably would have gagged but even that reflex was missing as he complimented her before departing to do who knew what. She felt like an idiot as she sat there in the silence, unable to anything but wait for her captor to return. It felt like an eternity that she sat there in his car, watching straight ahead and staring at the building that was supposed to be her safe space. She closed her eyes and tried again, willing herself to not be affected by whatever it had been pushed into her system. How long would the affects of the drugs continue to affect her before she would regain any semblance of control? Her eyes opened only when she heard the other door to the car open and her heartrate went back up. As he talked she realized he truly was mad. She had only been being friendly before, had she given him some sort of signal that told him she was interested? Blake closed her eyes again, she'd seen movies like this. Where women were taken and went missing never to be found again until their bodies washed up on the shore of some river or beach... Did he plan to kill her? .

09:07

When the car started to slow she opened her eyes and took in the average looking suburban home. A cookie cutter house much like one similar to her parents back home. So serene looking yet the man who she assumed lived here was a deranged man with assumingly sinister plans. She watched trapped in her own body as he rushed around to the passenger side of his car and quickly helped her out. Practically carrying all of her weight all the way inside the home. He sat her at the table, his words in any other circumstance would have been normal. A simple conversation with a date about what they liked to eat or drink for a meal together. But this was in no way normal or simple, this was a guy who had drugged her, kidnapped her and brought her against her will all because he knew she wanted this. She did not, in fact want this and if she had any way to tell him that she would have but the paralytic drug still held true and she remained helpless as he headed into his kitchen.

Travis happily whistled Beethoven’s 9th Symphony as the steaks sizzled on the gas stove. The wonderful aromas of rosemary, ribeye, potatoes, and roasted asparagus begin to fill the air as the strange man in the kitchen masterfully brings together some incredible ingredients. In another life Travis thought he could have been a chef. Travis called out from the kitchen to the immobile Blake. “I really do think you’ll love this! By the time the food is done you should be starting to get feeling back into your mouth and jaw so hopefully you and enjoy this meal with me. The other extremities are going to take a bit longer.” Travis stepped out of the kitchen, a white half apron on and spatula in hand. “You know, I really do hate we’re having dinner like this. Not that I don’t love cooking for you, I mean, what woman doesn’t love a man that can cook, right?” Travis Baker stood there, gesturing with the spatula in hand, and Blake for the first time starts to get the sense he may have learned to cook purely because he thought women found it sexy. “I just think the bistro is a beautiful location for our first real date, but that’s fine. I think this is perfect too.” Travis returns to the kitchen and continues whistling as the food sizzles on until the sound of plates and cutlery can be heard. Travis emerges from the kitchen with two square, white plates, each perfectly adorned with a ribeye garnished with rosemary, four baby potatoes with butter melting on top, and three roasted asparagus with black pepper over the top. “Bon appétit.” Travis says with a smile as he sets the plate in front of Blake. He quickly sets out cutlery and pours her a tall glass of red wine. Travis sits down adjacent to her and grins. “It all looks quite delicious, doesn’t it? I really do hope the tranquilizer wears off soon, because you absolutely have to try this dish while it’s hot.”

True to his words Blake slowly began to feel a tingling sensation, almost like an itch in her jaw. It took a lot of effort to even begin to roll her tongue around in her mouth. How he expected her to be able to eat while in this sort of condition was one thing, but the fact that he thought she would eat anything he put in front of her willingly was another. What if there was something extra in the food besides just garlic and butter? Her eyes scanned the dining room to see what sort of information, if any, that she could glean on him. When she heard him reenter from the kitchen her eyes quickly drifted back to him. She watched the spatula move as he talked about his distaste for how things had planned out. Blake couldn't help but think that somewhere in his deranged mind that he blamed her for how this all played out. His comment about their date made her sick to her stomach and Blake could do nothing but stare at him with that same blank expression on her face. After a few moments of just staring he retreated back into the kitchen and Blake used that moment to mentally relax. Once he was no longer preoccupied there was no telling when the next time he would leave her alone would be. What did he truly have planned for her? If she...played a long would he possibly let her go eventually? She felt so helpless sitting there with only limited control of her tongue and the beginnings of her mouth. Blake couldn't use her arms or legs and there was no telling how long the paralytic would remain in her system. Eyes closed she focused on the things she could do and took deep breaths. Her mind raced with thoughts and possible solutions to try and come up with a way to get herself out of this very terrifying situation. .

04:49

The clattering of plates and silverware drew her attention from her mind and her eyes opened just as Travis sat the plate in front of her. Her eyes dropped to the plate as she looked at the meal he had prepared. It was a shame, because the plate in front of her truly did look exquisite and like something she would enjoy under normal circumstances. He poured her a glass of wine and her eyebrows scrunched together, he had drugged her, kidnapped her and yet he acted as if this was normal. Sick to her stomach she looked from the wine glass to Travis, her jaw slightly clenching. "Nnuh." It was one word, but it was one was the first one she'd been able to utter since the moment he had clamped his hand over her mouth. What his reaction be to her refusal she didn't know but she was sure to find out...

Travis was halfway into pouring his own wine when she squeaked out her response. He set the glass down, his head sunk before he looked up to meet her gaze. “Look, I get it. I really do. This isn’t what you had in mind for your night. But trust me! You’re going to love this dish.” He reached over and picked up her cutlery, cutting a small piece of the steak and bringing it to her mouth. “Just try it. I’m sure you must be starving.” Travis had a determined look on his face, but there was a softness to it, like he really wanted her to try the food and regain her strength quickly. “We could have avoided all of this, you know. If you’d come to dinner with me I wouldn’t have had to bring you to dinner. And I know, I know, maybe you’re just one of those women that loves the spontaneity. What could be more spontaneous than this, right? You should be enjoying every second of this date! Hopefully the drugs leave your system quickly so you can enjoy tonight properly.” Travis smiled kindly at her, pressing the steak to her lips. “I know it will take a bit to chew given the, well, you know, but the flavors are rapturous. Just one bite!”

She watched as he cut a small piece of the steak, his words were more ridiculous than anything she'd ever heard. Who in their right mind would like something like this? She wasn't sure if he had just seen too many movies or if he truly was off his rocker as he spoke so casually about kidnapping her just to take her to dinner. He brought the bite of steak towards her lips and she pressed her lips together tightly, refusing the offered bite despite the softness of his expression. He wasn't wrong in the fact that she was hungry, having not eaten since a little before eleven and only a few coffees since. But that didn't mean that she would eat what he offered, no matter how mouth watering it smelled he was still someone who forced her into this sort of situation and she couldn't trust him, she wouldn't no matter how nice he tried to pretend to be.

Travis’ expression changed quickly to darkness. The hand holding the fork slammed loudly against the table. Fury filled his eyes. “Why the fuck won’t you eat? What the fuck is it with you, you stuck up bitch?! What do you want? I do all of this for you! I bring you here to my home, I cook you this amazing meal, I give you all of my undivided attention! What the fuck is it? I’ve done all of this for you! Everything! I ran into you that day at the mall just to have a conversation. I got the job at your college just so we could see each other again. I went through all the trouble of bringing you here to my home just so we could have dinner!” “I’m intelligent, I’m great in the kitchen, well versed in history and the arts, I am the perfect man! I have so much to offer and you’re just going to spit it back in my face? You think you’re better than me?! Who the FUCK do you think you are?!” Travis had violently shoved his chair backwards, yelling at her and pointing the fork in her face with the steak still attached to the end.

His reaction to her refusal was extreme, though Blake was not in the least surprised. If anything it was to be expected but the thing that stuck with her the most was the fact that he had said everything in the last forty-eight hours had been intentional… Pure dread filled her veins. She had been so naïve... His outburst only seemed to escalate and her heart rate accelerated, her mouth as dry as the first time she had ever tried smoking weed for the first time. The one thing he had going for him was the fact that he hadn't actually laid a hand on her in an act of violence, but Blake feared that if she were to push him any further that the situation could change quickly. Thinking quickly she swallowed, her tongue pressing against the roof of her mouth as she worked to speak. "My mouth..." She took a shaky breath as she stared at him standing there in all his rage. "is dry..." A handful of seconds passed. Would he buy that? Or would he see through her feeble attempt of an excuse for her refusal? To say she was scared was an understatement. "Talking...is hard. Eating would be worse."

Travis’ face immediately relaxed. “Oh.” He cleared his throat, fixed his shirt, righted his chair, and sat down.” Why didn’t you just say so? Here’s have some wine.” He picked up her glass and held it to her lips. “I’m sorry you had to see that. I just get so frustrated when my efforts go completely unappreciated, you know? It’s like, I’m trying so hard for you, for us.” The deranged man smiled softly at her. “I hope you can see that, and I hope that’s something you end up loving about me.” He stared into he eyes. “You really do look beautiful tonight”

Slight relief spread through her as he instantly relaxed, he had bought it and for now she would be okay...or as okay as one could be when they didn't have control of their limbs. Taking a shaky breath she parted her lips, no longer able to refuse what it was he was offering out of fear. The red wine was rich and tart as it spread over her tongue. Blake closed her mouth and let it coat her mouth as her tongue moved around before ultimately swallowing it. When the glass was removed she tried to keep her voice from sounding anything but calm. "T-thank you." He truly was deranged as he vented, she stared at him in disbelief. His last statement had the dread rising back up, the rollercoaster of emotions almost giving her whiplash. How long did he expect to be keeping her here? Should she play the part like she had thought before? At least until she could buy time to find a way to escape? Blake broke eye contact and stared at the fork where it lay.

Travis traced her line of sight and looked at the fork. “You want to try some now?” He lit up. “For the past year I’ve been working on getting the crust just right. I think you’ll be impressed.” Travis held the piece of steak back to her lips, waiting for her to try the bite. Travis was lost in the moment. He was completely caught up in staring at her. “You know, right now you’re the most beautiful woman in the world to me.” He said almost absentmindedly in a clumsy attempt to compliment Blake. The facade that was Travis Baker was starting to crack. Under the clothes, how he carried himself, and the many attempts to impress those around him was this man acting like a little boy with his first crush.

She watched as he brought the fork to her lips once again and though there was a slight reluctance she parted her lips to accept the bite of steak. Blake took her time chewing the bite of steak and as much as she hated to admit it, it did taste good. As she sat there she began to feel the same tingling sensations that her mouth had felt earlier in her hands and feet. Blake swallowed, her eyes turning back to Travis as he complimented her. The dread she felt only remained as he stared at her. Instead of acknowledging his comment about her Blake glanced at the plate of food. "Y-you're right, it is delicious." His ego seemed to be a sore spot and so she would work on that, give him a sense of security until he trusted her enough and then she would try and figure out how to make a run for it.

Travis slapped the table with his open palm. “I knew it!” He exclaimed. “I knew you would love this meal. What did I tell you?” He grinned triumphantly before turning back to his own plate and cutting off a large bite. He washed down his food with a swig of wine before remarking “see, you just need to listen to me more often. I wouldn’t steer you wrong. You want another bite? You’ve got to try it with the asparagus.” Travis was so proud of his perceived victory. If she liked the steak, maybe she liked the wine, and maybe she would like if he played her some piano later. It’s all coming together! This is the beginning of a long, beautiful relationship Travis thought to himself. He had worked so hard to make this woman fall for him, and he thought maybe it was finally starting to work.

Her finger twitched underneath the table on her lap and the excitement she felt at being able to even accomplish that was almost euphoric. Another twitch but this time several fingers and Blake kept her attention on the man at her side. He had fell for it, believing her words though there was a feeling deep in her gut that perhaps instead of helping her in the long run that perhaps she was only giving more fuel for his obsession. "Yes, please." She wouldn't tell him that she was regaining control...not yet.

Travis happily cut another piece of steak and some asparagus, skewering them and bringing the bite to her lips once more. To an outside observer Travis might have looked more like a kid feeding a pet hamster as his eyes watched her face in fascination and anticipation. Many years from now a prison psychologist would describe this as Travis’ “honeymoon phase” of the kidnappings. As the bite was taken from the fork, Travis brought forward the glass of wine. “You simply have to follow it up with more wine. Aren’t the flavors phenomenal?” He held the glass up for her again to take a sip.

The asparagus was just as good as the steak had been and despite herself Blake found herself enjoying the flavors as they danced across her tongue. She wanted to hate it but there was no denying the effort he had went into making the food. Blake chewed it and swallowed right as he brought the wine to her lips. Accepting it just like she had the food she let the wine slide down her throat, he had been right it truly did taste phenomenal. She had full function of her fingers and toes now, though her arms and legs still felt heavy but even they were beginning to get their sensations back. "Thank you." As much as Blake wanted to pretend she couldn't move anymore she knew that the longer this meal dragged on the more she would be stuck sitting here with him and she wanted, needed to be alone to properly think. She just didn't see how he would let her do that any time soon. Still, she was unsure of what the plans he had for her were. Inhaling a breath to calm her nerves she lifted her left hand though it was shaky. Placing it on the table she moved to lift her fork, letting her elbow keep her arm from outright being a dead weight and falling into her lap. "I think... I can feed myself now."

The surprise was all over his face. “Good, good! I wasn’t sure how long that would take.” The surprise was replaced with a smile. “Look at you! Truly incredible. You really do keep surprising me in new ways, Blake Fulton.” Travis smiled at her affectionately before turning back to his own meal, eating and savoring the flavors for himself. “So. What should we do after dinner? I’d love to play something for you on the piano?” Travis gestured to the Yamaha Baby Grand piano sitting in the living room. “There is also a pool out back. I have a few extra bathing suits I believe would fit you perfectly.” He left out why exactly he had an assortment of women’s swim wear, but Travis thought better of discussing “past lovers” on their first date.

"Thank you." Her words were clipped but it was all she could do to prevent herself from outright berating him for having taken her in the first place. There was something about him having swimsuits that made her worry. There was nothing wrong with having swimsuits if he had someone...but she doubted he did. Was she not the first? Her heart thudded inside her chest as she lifted her other arm to move to pick up the knife. A thought flashed in her mind as she stared at the steak knife. Could she use that? She didn't quite have full control back of her limbs. She swallowed the knot in her throat and let her eyes move back to the asparagus. Blake didn't want to give him any reason to remove the knife... "You play?" She stabbed one of the asparagus spears with her fork. "I never could play an instrument."

“Oh it’s not so hard.” Travis said, in a false show of modesty. He stood up, eager to show off his musical ability. He walked to the piano, opening the cover revealing the bright white keys before takin a seat and beginning to play Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven. “This is Beethoven’s Piano Sonata No. 14.” He said arrogantly, as if knowing the piece by it’s official name made him sound like anything other than a massive ass. Travis gently fingered the keys, delivering a passionate rendition of the song from memory. “I could teach you a little if you’d like? You seem like a quick study. I don’t doubt you could pick this up in no time.” He said over his shoulder as he played for her.

She watched as he got up and moved over to the piano, visually relaxing with each step he took away from her. As he sat down she picked up the knife and slowly began to cut the steak into small pieces. Her heart thudded wildly inside her ribcage, wondering if she honestly had it in her to stab someone even with the circumstances. Biting down on her cheek as he offered to teach her she grabbed a bite in case he turned to look in her direction. "Oh... I'm... not really a musical person. But your play skillfully." She brought the bite to her mouth and chewed it. It seemed the food was helping in some way to lessen the affects of the drugs in her system so she had no reason not to eat it. All she needed to do now was to get the courage enough to try and act on the plan she had formulated in her mind.

“That’s fine!” Travis said, a surprising warmth to his tone. This was the first time tonight he hadn’t lost his temper when given a “no,” though he wasn’t nearly introspective enough to realize this, nor just how much he had relaxed with Blake there with him in his home. The tempo and composition of the music changed as Travis started to play whatever melody he felt. What poured out of the Yamaha was a warm, smooth American jazz, with beautiful crescendoing arpeggios as he started to get lost in the music. “Every composer had his muse. For Beethoven, it was Elise, one of his piano students. Did you know that’s where the ‘Für Elise’ came from?” He quickly worked the classic opening to the piece into his musical freestyle. “You see, he wanted to write a song that was easy enough for her to play, but when he found out Elise was engaged he became enraged.” Travis moved on to the more difficult second movement of the piece. “He wrote the second half of the song to be so difficult that she could never learn to play the composition he had written for her.” The hammers fell softer on the keys as he transitioned back to a quiet, smooth freestyle. “I feel bad for Beethoven. His muse was stabbed him in the back. He didn’t have someone like you, Blake. You’d never hurt me like that, would you?”

The fact that he didn't go into a fit about her refusing his offer to teach her was a relief and as he began to play whichever piece came to his mind she continued to eat. Already feeling more like herself, most of her muscles no longer felt extremely heavy. Blake found that she could move perfectly fine but what worried her was that she hadn't tried standing yet so there was no true way of knowing until she did. For now though, she would remain seated. His story confused her at first, until after he continued with the sentence about Beethoven's muse stabbing him. His question had her hand tightening on the handle of the knife, her knuckles practically white. The fork in her hand clattered against the plate as it slipped from her hand. Adrenaline coursed through her veins. "O-of course not." Blake cleared her throat and straightened in her a bit, her eyes staring at the back of Travis's head. Her heart was practically in her throat now. Her chair slid back quietly, hopefully quiet enough not to alert him that she had done so. She needed to hide the knife...she couldn't hide it on her person, he'd check her at some point when he realized it was missing. She rose from her seat and hesitantly made her way over to where he sat, she eyed the couch. Perhaps there? Biting her bottom lip she kept her eyes on him as she let the knife drop to the floor and quickly kicked it underneath it. Her heart practically louder than the music he played on the piano. "You p-play beautifully."

He looked over his shoulder, a broad smile parting his lips as he saw her standing there. “Thank you. That means a lot to me coming from you! Here, come. Sit!” Travis gestured to one side of the bench. “If you’ve liked the music so far you’ll love this.” He scooted to one side on the bench, making space for her. As his fingers glided across the keys almost with a mind of their own as he looked over at her expectantly, waiting for her to sit next to him. “What would you like me to play? I know some Mozart. I can even play, say, Taylor Swift? You name it and I’ll try my best.” He grinned over at her, obviously pretty proud of his own abilities.

She was hesitant to get closer to him but as he stared at her expectantly she forced herself forward. Blake was still a bit sluggish but she was almost fully back to her normal self and for that she was thankful. She was uncomfortable looking at him in the eyes so instead she focused on the piano keys and how his fingers glided over them. "I love Taylor Swift, do you know the notes to sad beautiful tragic? It's my favorite." He was more animated now, hopefully letting down his guard. Progress. "Or, I like Green Day too. Or whatever, play what you like." She gave him a forced smile and moved to tuck her hair behind her ear. So many times she had flirted with me and this would be no different. Lay it on just enough to get him relaxed, comfortable.

Travis seamlessly played a minor scale and transitioned it into Sad Beautiful Tragic, playing through the chorus before moving on to Boulevard of Broken Dreams. He looked over at her, a small grin on his face as he pieced the two songs together. Travis looked over to Blake as he played. “It’s been really nice having you here with me tonight.” There was a sincerity to his words as he got lost in her eyes. “Really really nice. Like finding the other half of my soul.” He whispered, reaching a hand up to caress her cheek while leaning in for his lips to meet her’s.” The final notes from the piano hung in the air as time seemed to slow, Travis closing his eyes in anticipation of the joining of their lips. Travis has pictured this moment since he first laid eyes on her in that food court. It couldn’t have been more than 36 hours ago, but it felt like the first day of the rest of his life. Everything. Was. Perfect.

She could tell from his words what he was about to attempt, and while she had planned to flirt she didn't expect things to escalate so quickly. It was as if everything had slowed down at a glacial pace as he leaned in. His hand caressed her cheek and Blake wasn't sure what to do. On the one hand if she refused his touch he would likely get angry like he had before, but on the other it was just a simple caress; or so she had thought. The music came to an end and Travis closed his eyes, his lips slightly puckered as if he assumed she would lean in as well. Blake should have been thankful his eyes were closed, because the look that came across her face was anything but pleasant. Instead of leaning in she slid to the very edge of the bench, putting as much space between them that she could manage without outright getting up from the bench. It creaked under the redistribution of her bodyweight and if she wasn't careful she would fall off. She would not kiss him, and as the seconds ticked by she broke that silence. "The dinner, it is getting cold." In hindsight she realized there were a lot of things worse than a simple kiss...

Travis’ eyes flicked open. A series of emotions flashed across his face, almost incomprehensibly quick. First was hurt, then pain, which so swiftly turned into disgust right before his face contorted with rage. This bitch just ruined the perfect moment! He though. In an instant Travis knocked over the piano bench as he stood. “DINNER?! YOU’RE WORRIED ABOUT DINNER RIGHT NOW?” He roared, enraged. “Everything was perfect! We had our meet-cute, we had dinner, I was playing you piano! What more could you FUCKING want?! What could any of you women want?! I thought you were different, Blake. But you’re just like the rest of them.” Travis towered over her, a darkness overtaking his disposition. Blake was no longer one woman who had rejected him; she was every woman who had rejected him. He was going to make her all pay, just like he had done to so many others before.

Her regret was almost instantaneous as she fell backwards when he caused the bench to fall, her going along with it. Blake's ass hit the floor and sat there with her arms propping up her body as Travis ranted. His words clicking something in her mind and making her complexion go even more pale than it was naturally. Her heart all but stopped beating as she stared up at him wide eyed. She was not the first girl he'd done something like this before... what had happened to all those other girls? Were they alive? Dead? Blake began to crawl backwards as he towered over her practically shaking with rage at her denial of a kiss. Was there anything she could even do to placate the rage like she had before? Her mind spun as she tried to think of something, anything. "I- I just meant..." A few more inches backwards and she was met a wall at her back. She had inadvertently trapped herself. "You...w-worked so hard on it. I didn't...want it to go to waste."

Nothing was going to calm the raging fire behind Travis Baker’s eyes, certainly not a hasty attempt to put him at ease. He reached down, taking a big fistful of her hair and lifting her to her feel. “I’m done, Blake. I’m done trying to win you over, I’m done trying to impress you. That’s all over! You understand me?!” Travis was right in her face, his strong arm holding her up on her feet by her hair. He delivered a swift slap with his free hand across her face with a loud crack. “How long have you been toying with me, you fucking whore?! How long were you going to try to use me?! I will not be taken advantage of by woman who have no clue that a good man even looks like!”

She could do nothing as he grabbed a handful of her hair, her legs scrambling underneath her as her hands shot up to try and alleviate some of the stinging pain from how hard he yanked her up onto her feet. Blake had barely had time to register the initial pain when Travis slapped her. The cry that escaped her as his hand landed against her cheek was louder than the smack itself, tears welled up in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks causing the one to burn more greatly. His words didn't make any sense to Blake for a moment until it registered in her mind that perhaps he had some sort of trauma in his past. Her tears continued to roll down her cheeks as he held her there. "I- I'm sorry! I didn't mean- I just-" Her words were broken up by sobs as she tried to get him to lessen his grip but no matter her efforts nothing would work. He was stronger than she was, there was no denying that now. She was at his mercy and Blake knew now that he likely had barely any, if he had any at all.

Travis glared at her, his free hand wrapping around her throat and squeezing tightly. Once he had a firm grasp on her neck he released her hair, keeping her pinned against the wall by her neck. “You aren’t sorry yet. But you will be. You’re nothing but a whore, and you deserve to be treated that way.” He said menacingly. His grip tightened briefly as he leaned in, his lips mashing against her’s. He took the kiss he wanted so badly from her. Once again he reminded himself he would have to take what he wanted; it would never be given to him freely. Travis reached down and grabbed one of her wrists, pinning it to the wall above Blake’s head as he kissed her again, kissing his way down her jaw as she struggled beneath his firm grip. He pressed his body against her’s, relishing the contact.

A whimper would escape her as his hand encapsulated her throat and began to squeeze. Blake was trapped and helpless as he held her against the wall, his threats sending chills down her spine as his grip tightened against her throat. Her mouth went agape as she tried to get a breath, her lungs begging for more oxygen yet not being granted that reprieve. She was helpless still as Travis closed the remaining distance between them, his lips mashing into her with no heed for how rough it was. She felt it, helpless to do anything but as he continued to squeeze her throat. He grabbed one of her wrists with his free hand, his body pressing into her as he continued to take what he wanted from her, regardless of her own wants and desires, tears flowed heavier now down her cheeks, the make up she had on was ruined, the mascara dripping down her pale skin making her look like a mess. A mess she was she she felt his kisses move from her lips, down her jaw. Blake knew where this was leading but she couldn't do anything to protest more than the silent tears and groans she managed to get out against his strong grip. She didn't return any of what he took, too sickened in her stomach to do much more than try to fight off a man she had no hopes of overpowering.

Travis had her exactly where he wanted her. He released her throat, now pinning her with his body and the arm above her head. He reached to her side, feeling her thigh and the hem of her dress. His palm caressed her leg, rubbing it with his thumb before pulling the dress upward enough to reach under the dress as his invasive hands trailed up her body. Travis has no sense of decency as he pinned her to the wall. All that remained in his mind was anger, hatred, and the steadfast determination to take what he wanted from Blake. His hand ran along her smooth stomach, then to her breasts. “I’ve been dying to see these since I first laid eyes on you” he whispered in her ear before giving her earlobe a small nip. Travis’ hands navigated the maze of fabric until his fingertips were circling her nipples. He started to pinch and manipulate her sensitive breasts as he returned to kissing, then biting her neck. Travis Baker didn’t want this assault to ever end.

His free hand caressed her thigh and Blake sobbed, fearful of what was coming, what she knew he would eventually do. She shut her eyes, trying to pretend she was anywhere else but with a man who she had literally just met the day before. How wrong she had been about her first impression of him. Now, as his hand slid up underneath her dress her body shook. Not with desire or wanton need but with disgust. Disgust at herself for not picking up on any signs, at Travis for thinking things like this was acceptable. His hands and fingers kneaded her breast, pinching and pulling on her nipple and the most disgust she had was towards her own body as the nipple in which he manipulated began to grow taut beneath his attentions. "P-please." Blake shook her head as his lips and tongue marked the sensitive flesh of her neck. Her hair, once up in a loose ponytail now half fallen put of the elastic band that had held it together shook side to side possibly tickling his face as it fell. "S-stop. Y-you don't want it....like this." Her body writhed underneath him, her wrist in which he held pinned against the wall pushed against his strength. Blake barely managed to lift it off the wall before it was once again pinned and she sobbed. Despite her best efforts she truly was pinned perfectly with no chances to escape. How foolish she had been to drop the knife underneath the couch. Her eyes fell to it now, where it had fallen and she couldn't help but wish it was in her hands at this very moment.

Travis teased the erect nipple and he pulled back to give her a sinister grin. “Seems like you might be enjoying this just a little. You really are a slut, aren’t you?” He withdrew his hand from under her dress only to reach up to her chest and pull her dress down to expose the aroused nipple. He leaned down, hot breath on her exposed flesh, before his tongue flicked across her nipple. He closed his lips around it and began to gentle suck on the sensitive skin, his tongue occasionally swirling across the area. His lips didn’t break with her breast until her comment gave him pause. He stood back up looking her in the eye, her pinned against the wall, cool air blowing across her exposed tit. “I don’t want it like this?” He asked with a sneer. “How do I want it, Blake? Please enlighten me on that.”

She hated it, hated the way her body kept reacting to his advances while her mind screamed for him to stop. He pulled her dress down to expose her breast. His mouth claimed her erect nipple, his tongue flicking against the hardened peak before swirling around her areola. Blake tried to ignore it, to pretend that she had been anywhere else but where she was currently. Though she was trapped that didn't mean her mind had to be. He let her breast go, the cool air caressing her wet skin as if to soothe something that would soon be irreparable. Travis's question to her statement had her eyes opening just in time to meet his sneer. "N-no." She shook her head side to side and tried her best to appear like she truly meant what she was about to say. "Y-you.." Blake wasn't sure she had it in her and she took a shaky breath. "I'll g-give you what you want i-if you let me s-show you."

Travis eyed her skeptically, but the grip on her wrist loosened as he took a step backward from her. He let go of her arm and looked her up and down. “Okay, I’m listening.” He said in a wildly casual tone as of a friend was about to run through their plans for the weekend. “I want this to be for us, Blake. I’m really glad you’re coming around.” Travis may have been a calculating, scheming piece of shit, but when it came to Blake he truly had a blind spot. He pulled out one of the dining room chairs, sitting down before gesturing to her. “Alright, so show me.” He said, relaxing into his seat.

It was a simple plan, lure him into a false sense of complacency until he let his guard down enough that she could somehow make a run for it. It had crossed her mind as he released her that she could just try and make a run for it right in that moment but the door was probably locked in more ways than one and his body was a lot longer and stronger than her own so he would catch her before she would even make it outside. He sat in a chair and Blake took a moment to catch her breath, her hand moving to rub her throat where he had choked her. She knew it'd bruise with how bad it throbbed and the skin was sensitive. When he told her to show him what she meant she gave a slight nod, Releasing her throat she dropped her hands to her side, opting to keep the dress on even with one of her breasts exposed. As she removed the remaining space she had so wanted Blake tried to ignore the fact that her hands were shaking. She climbed atop his lap, looking anywhere but directly into his eye. He wouldn't be able to tell she wasn't, having practiced this so many times for when she was nervous and had job interviews. Her hands used his shoulders as a counterweight and once she was in his lap she steeled herself with what she was about to do. She didn't want this, and the urge to vomit was in the back of her mouth as she cupped his chin with her right hand while her left remained on his shoulder. She stroked his beard a moment before she kissed him herself. Tears still slightly streaming down her cheeks.

Travis was surprised at first, but quickly convinced himself of that he knew all along: Blake Fulton wanted him. He eagerly kissed her back, his arms wrapping around her waist as he gently pulled the two of them together. It wasn’t like before where he forced himself on her against the wall, no, this was like a caress shared between two lovers. As the strong arms on Blake’s back she would undoubtedly be able to feel the unmistakeable bulge pressing against her from beneath Travis’ slacks. Travis continued to kiss her deeply, his tongue occasionally snaking out from behind his teeth to meet her’s. The man was lost in the moment, his head swam with victorious ecstasy. He would finally have the woman he had wanted for what felt like forever. So far she was everything he dreamt. She felt small and soft under his firm arms and he was lost in that feeling.

She didn't like it, the way she felt trapped in his lap though this had been her own plan. His lips parted and his tongue snaked into her mouth and Blake fought the urge to gag. Her eyes closed and her body while somewhat rigid held enough fluidness that he wouldn't be able to tell that she was not into it. She'd done this time and time before in her youth with boys from the football team. To stay relevant, to be that girl that everyone liked and while this was different she could put herself back into that similar mindset and go on sort of an autopilot mode. She returned the kiss, but cringed ever so slightly as she felt the bulge in his pants begin to grow. His hands pulled her against him and it took all the strength she had to grind against him. She hated this, she hated herself for even suggesting something like this. When she finally pulled away to catch her breath her right hand shakily let go of his face. "Would you...like some more wine?" She wanted to be drunk, to be anywhere else but right here in the arms of her captor.

He shook his head. “No, no I just want you.” He smiled at her, sickeningly genuine. He kept one arm around her back, while he groped her firm ass with his free hand. “You have and incredible body.” He mused as he squeezed a handful of her butt. He looked up at her sitting in him, still smiling at her. “I won’t lie, I need you Blake. I need you more than I’ve ever needed anyone before.” He leaned in and tried to wrap his lips around her exposed nipple again, hungry to taste her. Say what you will about the sexual practices of Travis Baker (and after the documentaries and interviews came out many years later LOTS of people would have their own opinions), but he was a generous lover. He wanted Blake to enjoy herself, to experience the rapture of a lover’s touch. Frankly, he hated things had gone how they did this evening and was much happier now that she was reciprocating.

Blake nodded her head, not quite trusting herself to voice any form of thanks because in truth she wasn't thankful, she didn't want to be here. She wanted to go home, to pretend like none of this had happened but she didn't think he would just let her walk out the door of her own free will. Now that he had her, and how obsessed he seemed to be acting... She was trapped in more ways than one. Travis moved to claim her breast and she forced out a small moan. She knew he would eat it up, the fake moan sounding just like a real one as she let her hands snake into his hair. Just a bit more, get him really into it before suggesting they move to a room or something... Perhaps pretending to slip and fall on the way, any attempt at getting the knife for her plan to actually work.

Travis, per his nature, was a man who moved too fast. He was enjoying her body, but he wanted more. He wanted all of her. He ran his hand from her ass to her thigh, moving up under the dress. As his tongue masterfully worked it’s magic on her tits, he grabbed hold of the waistband to her panties. His lips broke contact with her breast just long enough for him to breathlessly say “Blake, I need you. Now. I can’t wait any more.” With a quick tug he yanked at the waistband, hoping it would break. Instead it stretched. He let out a frustrated “hrmph” before settling instead to pull aside the thin lining of her panties covering her vagina. He then fumbled with his belt and unbuttoning his slacks, making his intent perfectly clear.

Kissing had been one thing and as Travis moved to work her panties there was no denying the look of horror on her face as he trie dto rip them. Blake was thankful they hadn't outright ripped apart though the did stretch and as his hand moved to unbutton himself she pushed against him softly. "C-could I use the bathroom first? Please?" Her heart thunder wildly in her chest and the need to vomit was growing with each second she thought about him trying to penetrate her. "I- I want our first time to be soecial..." Her mind scrambled to think of something that would feed his desire for her but at the same time give her the moment of reprieve she do desperately needed. "I want to c-clean up...and...wo-would a bed be more...romantic?" The words slipped from her and her stomach rolled. There was nothing romantic about any of this.

The love-struck man nodded vigorously. “Yes, of course!” He lifted her up, cradling her small frame in his arms and carried her down the hall to the bathroom, which was the second door on the left. He set her down on her feet and kissed the top of her head. “Don’t take too long. The bedroom is right over here.” He pointed to the last door on the right. “I’ll go make sure the bed is perfect. Just make sure you come straight in once you’re done. Don’t worry about these other rooms.” He smiled, caressing her cheek and kissing her head again as he left here there in the hall and disappeared into the bedroom, leaving the door open behind him. Travis stepped into the room. It was a simple space. The bed was in the middle with the headboard against the far wall. There was a dresser on the left side of the bed, and a long padded leather ottoman at the foot of the bed. To the right of the bed was a tall armoire and a wide opening that led into the master bathroom where there was a large shower and a big, stand-alone porcelain tub. He got to work smoothing out the already immaculately made bed and turned on some dim lights before lighting a candle and setting it on the bedside table. Then he stripped. He quickly took his clothes off, leaving only his boxer briefs. The next task for him was to decide where he should be standing when Blake came in. He tried leaning against the armoire, but that wasn’t it. Then he thought about sprawling himself out on the comforter, but that would mess up the wrinkle-free bed. He opted to put one foot up on the ottoman at the foot of the bed and look like he was deep in thought. And then he waited for Blake’s arrival.

There was a stark difference in his attitude as he carried her effortlessly into the bathroom in the hallway. He even knocked her off kilter with the kiss on the head and the caress of her cheek. How his moods flipped so easily between different extremes only showed her more of how much he was mentally unstable and Blake stood there for a moment after he had left her to her own devices. It was only as his back went out of view that she shut the bathroom door and stared at herself in the mirror. She was a wreck and then some, her make-up truly and utterly ruined from all the crying she'd done. Already she could see the red marks around her neck and Blake wondered if now would be the time to try and make a run for it. The first thing she did when it fully registered she was alone was to right her dress, putting her breast back into her bra carefully. She turned the faucet on to prevent Travis from being suspicious. Seconds ticked by turning into a minute and a half before she quietly opened the door, her head peeking out to see what exactly she could see. She heard him messing around with the bed, true to his word on of fixing it. If there would be any time at all for her to attempt something, anything it would be right in that moment when his attention was on something else. Heart thudding in her chest she quietly and quickly ran back into the living room, diving to the floor where she had kicked the knife underneath the sofa. .

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Blake reached her hand carefully underneath until she felt the handle of the steak knife and quickly grabbed it. Rising from the floor she righted herself as her head swam a moment, a quick breath in her lungs before she pushed forward again. Placing the knife between her back and the hem of her panties she was careful as she maneuvered back to the bathroom. She didn't really hear any sounds coming from the room and Blake worried he would see her as she slipped back down the hall into the bathroom. Once the door was once again shut she made quick work of cleaning her make up off the best she could. There was still some slightly smeared mascara from the tissue but she didn't want to take too long, worried that he might come and look for her if she did. With a steadying breath she looked at herself once more, whispering to herself. "You can do this. He deserves it. You aren't in the wrong, he is." With that reminder Blake turned off the sink and then hesitantly made her way to the bedroom. With a quick thought she quickly undid her ponytail, letting her fall over her shoulders giving her a seductive look. Anything and everything to keep him distracted she would try and do before she executed her plan.

Travis waited patiently for several moments, which to be fair, was an improvement to his typical disposition. He had made several rounds making sure everything was just right, even stopping to quickly brush his teeth. Over the past 24 hours Blake had been the sole thing on his mind. He thought of nothing else. And finally, the culmination of all his efforts and love he had shown her, she was finally going to be his. He smiled to himself as he put his foot back up on the ottoman waiting for his Blake to come into the room. Yes, she is mine, isn’t she? he thought to himself, eager to feel her skin again.

There was no turning back once she passed the threshold of the doorframe and his eyes landed on her. His positioning was a bit awkward and if it hadn't been for the serious of the situation Blake might have laughed but she bit down on her tongue instead. Nervous now that she had entered the metaphorical lions den with the predator himself. Taking a shaky breath she looked around the room before finally looking at Travis as he stood there, one leg propped on the ottoman. Blake forced herself inward still, closing what remaining distance was left between them. When she was almost within touching distance she stopped and raised her hand to place it flat against his chest. Steeling herself she looked up at him with a forced but shy looking smile. "W-why don't you get on the bed and I can finally show you what I meant?"

Travis nodded and smiled eagerly, the anticipation killing him. He sat on the bed, propping himself up with one arm he was like a lamb led to the slaughter. He was utterly clueless of Blake’s true intentions. He gestured to her as he said “I feel like I’ve been waiting forever for this. God, you look so fucking good. Can you do a little twirl for me, angel?” His eyes drank her figure in as if memorizing every inch and curve of her body

It was tricky, if she spun and he noticed that she was being careful of her movements he might get on to the fact that she had something quite literally up her metaphorical sleeve. Blake managed though, pretending that the knife at her back was nothing more than a wire from a bra that poked her from time to time. When she righted herself and was facing him again she took another breath before climbing inch by inch onto the bed. Her hands moved to his chest as she pushed him down. "A little longer won't hurt... I promise." Her words were a bold faced lie and as she straddled his waist Her hands inched to to the hem of her dress before moving upwards beneath the fabric. Running up and around her sides as she unhooked her bra, she knew she would have to give him something and as she expertly removed her bra while leaving her dress fully intact she pulled the black lingerie piece out and tossed it to him hoping that he would be distracted enough. Once his hands were preoccupied her left and dominant hand wrapped around the handle of the blade before pulling it out from her underwear and quickly bring it forward. Blake was clumsy as she drove down with the steak knife, managing to stab him in the lower abdomen. Whether it was fatal or not she wasn't sure but it would hurt.

Travis, as expected, was entranced with her. He was enthralled with her twirl and her body as she glided toward him. That stupid, boyish grin crossed his face again as she pushed him back onto the bed. When she threw the bra at him he caught it with both hands, bringing it to his nose and inhaling deeply. He was so lost in the moment he had even closed his eyes to smell her sweet scent. At first the twinge of pain down and to the right of his belly button didn’t even register, then burning and sharp pain flooded his nervous system. He let out out a high-pitched shriek as he reached to the knife wound. His hand came back bloody as he fought to get up, shoving Blake off the bed as he did. Travis had an extremely well put-together persona he showed the world, but he was, in fact, a bitch. He shrieked, blubbered, and stammered as he struggled to sit up. He had one hand wrapped around the handle of the blade as his body succumbed to shock. His eyes were wild and fearful as the pain and adrenaline fucked with his head. He cried a little before slowing his breathing just long enough to scream “BLAAAAAAKE!” He yanked the knife from his side, causing a fresh river of blood to run down his side and onto the comforter. He stumbled to his feet to pursue his resourceful prey.

He had thrown her off of him, and when Blake had hit the floor she didn't even chance a glance at him. She could see his blood on her hands as she scrambled quickly on the floor to get up. Once on her two feet she ignored the pain she felt in her knee from the fall and bolted out of the bedroom door. He was in pain, that much was evident as he made very loud and pained sounds. Good. It served him right. Blake didn't wait, her petite legs carrying her straight to the front door as her fingers shook and scrambled to undo the deadbolt and other locks he had on his door. Only when Travis screamed her name did she look back, her heart feeling like it dropped out of her chest and had fallen to her feet. Her already pale face was now even more ashen and when the final lock clicked beneath her bloodied fingers she threw open the door and quickly crossed the threshold just as she saw him in her peripherals.

Travis clutched his side and stumbled out of the room, rounding the corner just in time to watch Blake sprint out the front door. His sight went red with rage. Sure, Blake had made it too the porch, but unfortunately it was too little, too late. As her feet tried to leave the front porch a firm hand entangled itself in her hair and pulled. For a moment she went from vertical to horizontal with the force of the tug on her scalp. Almost as if in slow motion Travis yanked the girl off her feet and soaring backward through the doorway that had so recently meant freedom and escape. He brought her down to the hard wood floor with a sickening thud and then swiftly shut and locked the front door once again. He turned back to the tiny girl on the floor, standing over her like a beast with it’s prey. The love and adoration in his eyes was gone, never to return for Blake Fulton.

Blake had been so close to escaping, to making it out in the open where she could have sought help. Tears filled her eyes as his hand gripped her hair and yanked with a force that she was completely powerless against. A scream escaped her as she was thrown backwards. Thrown like a rag doll her petite body fell to the hardwood floor and she heard something crack. Whether that was the floor or something on her was pretty obvious as pain shot through her from her hip all the way up her side. Her arm was pinned beneath her before she rolled over onto her side wailing from the pain. Her whole body shook from the terror that she now faced. Eyes full of tears she looked up at the towering figure over her. He looked like a rabid animal as he loomed over her. Blake could see the hatred in his face then, the seething rage that radiated off of him had her paralyzed with fear more than the pain that she felt and her eyes chanced a glance at his abdomen as blood continued to pour from the wound. He wasn't dead, but she feared that she soon would be.

Travis reached down, picking her up again by her hair. With one seamless motion he threw her body at the wall face first, letting her slam into it before he was on her again. The hand on the back of her head pinned her face to the wall as he viciously yanked her ass outward toward him. The dress was heedlessly shoved up her back, and her panties yanked down around her ankles. “You.” He said, seething with hatred. “You’re going to fucking pay for what you did. You’re a fucking maggot and now you will know pain and suffering!” Blake could hear his boxer briefs hit the floor as Travis took a position behind her, one crushing hand on her head, the other firmly gripping her hip. There wouldn’t be any escaping the inevitable this time.

She slammed against the wall after he had yanked her up by the scalp again. Blake could feel some of her hair being pulled from the roots and she could do nothing but let her body be thrown. The sobs that came out of her were broken by her face hitting the hard all. Pain bloomed like a vicious flower from her cheek to the side of her head as Travis pinned her in place. Already swelling had begun to form from the impact in which he had caused and Blake's right eye could barely open. He forced her lower half outward while still keeping her face pinned and a scream came from the depths of her soul as he ripped her panties from her hips. The thin material falling around her ankles, one corner of then having completely ripped. His voice was dark and full of hatred that she had caused, she knew it in her soul in that very moment that there were some things worse than death and he was about to show her all of them. "No no no no!" The one word became her chant as she heard the material of his boxers drop. Her heart and stomach were on overdrive as she felt bile rise up in her throat. Even still he kept her swollen face pinned against the wall. Her left arm she couldn't move from the force of her fall and her right, try as she might to press against the wall to fight back didn't even give her an inch. She was trapped and she was about to become as broken as all the other girls before her... (edited)

Some might have expected Travis to be a small man, with a tiny dick complex. Unfortunately for his victims this wasn’t the case. He was fucked up in plenty of ways, but not because of a small member. The thick, bulbous head pressed against Blake’s now exposed lips, parting them slightly. While not having an excessively long cock he was girthy, there was no denying that. With a vicious tug on her hip, Travis pushed himself forward, parting her folds and driving his cock deep inside her in one fluid movement. In any normal romantic encounter care may have been taken, but this was a far cry from anything remotely romantic. The man forced himself, unrelenting on the defenseless girl pinned against the wall, starting to rock back and forth, in and out of her as he had his way. The bleeding wound in his side was still a trickle, the crimson river running down his hip and leg, splattering slightly on Blake’s left ass cheek as he fucked her. It was clear his rage had overshadowed any pain he might be experiencing. There would be no reprieve.

"No, please, no no n-" Her pleas went unanswered as he pressed the head of his cock at her entrance and Blake screamed as he pressed inside, he spread her lips and drove into her without care. It burned as he pressed inside with no form of lubrication. He stretched her open ad he dove into her and began to rock back and forth. Her cries became the only thing she could do as he took from her what he wanted. Her nails scraped against the wall she had been pushing against to the point that her nails broke though that pain was but a whisper compared to what Travis was doing to Blake. She was going to be sick and this time there was nothing she could do to prevent herself from holding back the contents of the meal he had offered her earlier. The contents rising up in her throat and spilling out, dripping down her mouth and the wall that she was pressed up against. "Please-" Her sobs continued on with each thrust of his hips, each word over pronounced as he took from her. "Hurts. It. Hurts. Please- no no nooo" Her throat was raw, her head and pussy both throbbed from the pain and force of Travis's attentions. She was trapped in this hell and there was no escape. Her inner walls clenched around his girth and Blake hated her body in that moment. To think that he was finding enjoyment in this, he was tearing her up from inside and out and Blake wished he had knocked her unconscious when he had thrown her against the wall.

Travis huffed as he fucked her, settling into a sort of rhythm as he pumped in and out of her. He was fatigued, his body working overtime between the physical exertion and the open wound be didn’t have the energy to be as rough as he wanted, but his hate fueled each thrust into her pussy. He felt as her vaginal walls squeezed his dick and a sinister smirk crept across his face. “You really are a whore, Blake! You’re a filthy slut, and it’s written all over you’re body. I bet you fucking love this.” He fucked her harder, encouraged by her body reacting to him. Travis’ breathing grew ragged as he neared completion. He leaned close to her ear, biting her earlobe before whispering to her. “You aren’t worthy of my cum, bitch. You should count yourself lucky I’m giving it to you anyway.”

With each new thrust of his hips Blake wished it were already over. Over and over again he left a mark on her soul as he fucked her like she was nothing but a piece of meat. The sobs wracked through her body as her mind tried to help her escape from her reality. She had almost been close when he had bent over, biting her ear and speaking. She recoiled her head away from his as much as she could. No matter what he said she didn't want this, her body reacting was not of her control and the tears flowed freer now as they plopped down on her shoes and the floor to join the contents of her stomach. The rancid smell of the puke was just another thing that made Blake hate her life and the choices she had made up to this point. She wanted to go home. She wanted to be anyone else but Blake Fulton. She was slick now, and though the initial pain was gone it was the psychological pain and torment he was giving her that would last for an eternity. She was tainted, her body soiled by the fucked up man that was behind her and there was nothing any future therapist could say that would change her mind.

Travis released the back of her head, grabbing both of her hips and lifting her feet off as he used his new toy with w reckless abandon. The sensation was all too much. A smile of ecstasy plastered itself across as he pulled the girl against him again, burying himself fully inside her. His cock spasmed inside her as he shot thick blasts of cum deep inside her. The warm foreign substance lubricating his subsequent thrusts as he used her abused hole to milk his dick for every last drop. With a satisfied sigh Travis dropped the girl into the puddle of tears, blood, vomit, and now cum that was forming at her feet. He leaned against the wall behind them, his chest heaving as he worked to slow his breathing. “You’re going to be the perfect pet once you’re broken in.”

Travis pulled her up off the ground causing her center of gravity to shift and Blake yelped. If it had been under different circumstances, perhaps with someone she had liked she wouldn't have been so shaken by it. However, he was someone she didn't trust in the slightest. He slammed into her and her nails dug into the wall as she clamored for anything she could find purchase on though the flat surface had nothing to offer her. Blake felt it, the moment his muscles tightened, his girth almost seeming to double before he reached his release. She felt sick as she felt him fill her, feeling his seed spill out as he continued his forceful thrusts. When he finally pulled out of her he dropped her without ceremony and she fell helplessly into the puddle of bodily fluids. She curled in on herself instead of trying to move. Too sore in too many places to do anything but as the tears streamed down her face. His words ringing inside her mind made her even more sick to her stomach and a weak sob escaped her.

Travis picked her up and put her over his shoulder, carrying her into the hall bathroom. He set her down in the tub and turned on the water, freezing cold at first. “Get yourself cleaned up.” He ordered. “You’re a mess.” With that he left the room, leaving her in the tub alone. He shut the door and the click of a lock could be heard from the outside as he locked her in. With that he returned to the bedroom to get himself cleaned up. From that master bathroom he worked to close the wound, whimpering and crying softly between shouts of pain as he cleaned, stitched, and bandaged the cut. The hate had waned slightly, but with every stitch he was reminded who did this to him and why. He wouldn’t be easy on her.

Like a ragdoll he picked her up, carrying her to the bathroom, he placed her in the tub clothes and all, though where her underwear were now she had no clue. The image of the puddle she had been in popped into her mind, the discarded panties were probably still there and she curled in on herself again as he spoke. His words not really registering in her mind. She didn't want to look at him let alone hear his voice. She heard the click of the lock but made no indication of intent to move, still curled in on herself as the water ran around her. The shock of the cold water had worn off and Blake sobbed quietly to herself. She had made a fatal error, that much she knew as she felt the throbbing between her legs. Eyes closed she continued to let the water just run for several minutes before she finally uncurled herself from the fetal position. As much as Blake wanted to wallow in the situation she currently found herself in staying dirty would not do anything to help her. Looking around she found a washcloth and a simple bar of soap. The water was still partially cold and for her own comfort of mind she turned the heat setting all the up. It burned but it was better than the memory of his hands all over her body. Every time Travis shouted she would flinch. Blake scrubbed herself raw with the washcloth and soap to the point she wondered if her skin would start to peel. Her once pale skin now bright red from the intensity of the heat and the force in which she scrubbed herself. As if the hotter and harder it was the feel of him would be removed from her mind.

Travis finally finished cleaning himself up, then he set about cleaning his tidy home. He mopped the puddle of fluids, he scrubbed the walls clean of their splatter, and put the comforter in the wash, replacing it with an identical one. Their first fuck had been a thrill, but it was so shrouded in hate and anger. I want to take my time next time. He thought to himself. After about an hour locked in the bathroom, Travis opened the door, standing in the doorway with a white bathrobe. “You can stay in the soaked dress if you’re feeling stubborn, but you’ll want this bathrobe. Trust me.” He hung the robe on the towel rail and stood there, watching her. He intended to keep an eye on her when while she dressed. Sure, she was incredible to look at, but he also needed to be much more careful with this little minx after what she’d done to him. He honestly didn’t think she had it in her. It had absolutely been a shock.

She held her breath when she heard the door knob jingle indicating Travis's return, a soft sob escaping her throat as she moved to the furthest corner into the tub, not that it could actually put any more distance between them. It had been the thought that counted though, her knees came up to her chin and she held herself like that as he came inside. He had changed, she assumed after doing something about the wound she had caused. As he spoke her eyes fell from the corner of his lip, she refused to look him in the eye, to the wound area in question, her face pressed up against the back of her knee as she clung to herself tightly. Trust me. He had said like she would do anything of the sort, she would have scoffed at him if she hadn't minded the attention it would bring but since it did Blake kept quiet. Her eyes following his movements as he placed the bathrobe onto the towel rack. She had hoped he would leave again, yet her hopes were dashed as Travis remained standing there, his eyes trained on the pathetic ball of a mess that had become Blake Fulton. Seconds turned to minutes as they both remained where they were, him staring at her completely and her looking at anything but him. Whether it was the paint on the wall, the sink in which he stood by or even his shoes. Blake knew if she took too long she might risk his anger yet again, and perhaps if that had happened she would lose the last vestiges of 'safety' she had to her name which was the so called wet dress he had mentioned. Already she had lost her panties and bra.. Her eyes darted to the robe and reluctantly she moved to shut off the water, no longer piping hot it had gone back to the state of coldness it had originally been, she'd used all the hot water in the tank and she hoped it made his water bill an annoyance. Anything to add in her corner for what he had done to her. What he more than likely would continue to do. .

08:49

Shivering Blake rose from the tub, careful of her steps as her arms remained wrapped around her torso. Not even wanting to give him an inch of her body if she could help it. Like a cornered animal she inched hesitantly closer until she grabbed the robe and backed up quickly. Turning away from him as she slipped her arms into the thick material. Once inside she tied it shut, knotting it with one of the more complex knots her father had taught her on one of their many camping trips in her youth. Another annoyance that he would find later, but it provided her with some comfort, as if the other layer became more of an armor. She refused to talk to him, or to even look at him; instead Blake just turned and waited until he told her or made her do whatever he wanted next. She was too broken and her mind too wrapped up on the assault that had taken place to do anything but. Yet.

He gestured to her, beckoning her to exit the bathroom. “Come on, I don’t have all fucking night. Not for this anyway.” He ushered he down the hall to the next room on the left, careful to keep himself between her and freedom. “Open it.” He commanded, pointing at the handle. The door would swing open to reveal the room where Blake would be staying. All manner of whips, dildos, vibrators, gags, ropes, and bindings arrayed the wall. In the back left corner was a large wire kennel, and to the right of that in the opposite corner was a triangle cross. In the middle of the room was a bench with supports positioned across it such that someone could be secured to it on all fours. This was the place Travis intended to keep her for as long as he pleased.

She flinched before she could stop herself as he barked his order at her but Blake followed nonetheless, keeping just enough distance between the two of them. Travis led her to one of the doors he had told her not to mess with and when he commanded her to open the door she looked from him to the doorknob and back again. Her hand slowly rising with a slight shake as her right arm remained wrapped around her abdomen. The door opened and Blake went stark still as she stared at everything in the room. Slowly glancing at each and everything and her fear only growing with each new item she looked at. What had done her in was the cage and Blake shook her head side to side backing up out of the door frame. "*No...please...no..."

Travis grabbed the back of her neck and shoved her into the room toward the St. Andrew’s cross. Without word or emotion he spun her around and started to attach the first wrist restraint. Once done he would have her spread eagle and fully at his mercy. The man had pressed his arm against her chest, holding her in place as he fought to latch the restraints. He had big plans for his pet and he could hardly wait. As she struggled again him he yelled “Stop fucking fighting!” And delivered a quick knee to her stomach, doing all he could to make her more compliant

Being forced into the room her heartbeat was once again rising, her entire body already ached from the things he had already done to her and she hadn't thought he would continue soon after yet here he was...forcing her into a contraption she'd only ever read about. She was terrified and so she fought him as much as her exhausted body would allow her. That was until Travis kneed her in the gut, her mouth fell open as she forgot how to breathe in that moment. Tears filled her eyes and Blake stopped putting up a fight instantly. She was helpless and at his mercy and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it... Whatever his plans were for her Blake knew that it would be worse than death and all she could do was hope that someone from the college or her mother would question not hearing from her in such a long stretch of time but she wasn't hopeful.

After delivering the knee to her small body he was able to finish strapping her down quickly. He left the room for a moment before coming back with a familiar steak knife. “I love keeping these things sharp.” He mused, looking over the blade as he approached her. “Just cuts the meat so much better. I should probably reconsider that, shouldn’t I?” He placed the sharp point against Blake’s abdomen. “It would be poetic, don’t you think? If we had matching scars?” He shook his head. “No, I don’t think so.” Instead he opened her bathrobe and pulled forward one of her dress’ two straps. After making quick work of her straps he started to cut down the front of her dress, exposing her bare body underneath. He pulled the tattered fabric away and tossed it behind them. “There. Much better.” He said as he casually pinched one of her nipples. “You’ve been a champ so far, but I really am a giver once you get to know me.” He placed the knife down across the room, then knelt down before her. Travis’ hot breath passed across her thighs and over her lips. Splayed open like she was made her perfectly vulnerable for her captor to take full advantage of. Without any further ceremony his mouth enveloped her clit, sucking gently on it. His tongue flicked and swirled around the small nub. He was doing his best to please her in his own twisted way.

Seeing the knife Blake whimpered, fearful that he might do exactly what she had done to him as some sort of twisted punishment. She held her breath, her eyes wide as she watched him close the remaining distance between them. Her heart thudding wildly inside her chest with each and every stop he took. Her eyes remaining on the knife the entire time. With the distanced completely removed between them he pressed the blade against her abdomen. The pressure from it painful but not hard enough to cut through the material of her dress and skin. She held perfectly still as he stared at her and when he shook his head no and moved the knife all the muscles that had tensed in preparation of the possible incoming pain relaxed and she finally took a breath of air. There was no words that she wanted to speak but as Travis opened her robe Blake shook slightly; he picked up one of the straps of her dress and she knew then what he was planning to do and just as soon as that thought had crossed her mind he easily cut the thin material, it falling limply against her breast. Travis cut down the middle of her dress and Blake shut her eyes, not wanting to see him looking at her body with that sick and twisted look in his eyes. She wanted to ignore his words, to somehow mentally check out yet her body wouldn't even grant her that much as he lowered himself between her legs. She had felt his breath first, it tickling against her abused skin. Goosebumps spread across her flesh and more tears flowed freely from her shut eyes. Her thighs twitched and then she felt it, his mouth encapsulating her clit as he began to suck it. The noise that escaped her throat was one of both pain and pleasure and she hated it, she hated him. Her hands balled into fist as she tried to keep her body's reactions to herself, not even wanting to grant him that much when she knew that was what he wanted. He wanted to break her, and while he had broke her already she didn't think she could give him any more.

Travis savored the taste of Blake on his tongue. He felt the warmth emanating from between her legs and knew he was having the desired effect. He looked up at her from his position on his knees between her legs, seeing her crying to herself. “It’s okay, little one. Just let this happen. Your body needs the release after the long day you’ve had.” Travis let the reassurances hang in the air a moment before returning his lips to her body. His tongue danced down from it’s claim on her clit to lay her pussy’s gentle folds. He slipped his tongue inside her, working its way as deep as it could. Travis knew Blake wouldn’t make this easy on him, so he wanted to give her the best time he could. He places a hand flat on her stomach and slid it north across her soft, pale skin, taking in every inch. He gently gripped her hip, before continuing up to her supple breasts. He gently kneaded and squeezed them, before turning his attentions to her nipple. He tweaked and pulled on her already erect nipple, trying to keep her present there with him.

Still Blake's body betrayed her body betrayed her, twitching with each bit of attention his tongue was giving her despite her mind screaming as loudly as her heart ached. She didn't want to like it, didn't want her body to feel the pleasure in which Travis was trying to give her. His words made her feel sick and if she had still had anything inside her stomach she would have vomited all over him but sadly all of the contents of her stomach had been removed earlier from his first assault. His tongue returned to her delicate folds and Blake's thighs tensed. Her fists clenching even tighter as she shook her head. "N- N- Ahhhh" His tongue had slipped inside her depths and a moan slipped out before she could contain it. A sob shortly followed as his hands gripped at her hip. She writhed as much as her body could on the cross with her arms and legs spread wide. Her inner walls spasmed around her tongue as his hands began to knead her small and perky breasts. Her nipples were sore and every little tug had her whimpering and wishing all of this was just a nightmare. He tugged and pinched at her nipples and Blake's head rolled side to side before falling back against the board, her eyes opening as she stared at the ceiling. She was going to cum and there was nothing she could do to prevent the avalanche that was about to descend upon his tongue. She was already so tired and as all the muscles in her body tensed in preparation her tears flowed more freely, cascading down her face until they dripped and landed on her breast and his hands.

Travis wasn’t letting up until he got what he wanted. He wanted to release the unstoppable wall of pressure building in her. His tongue worked magic inside of her, alternating between a tongue fucking and broad, firm licks across her sensitive clit. She was his, and he would always take what he wanted from her. Travis reached up with his free hand to toy with Blake’s opposing nipple. Trailing his original hand back down her body he caressed her thigh before his fingers circled around her labia. Slowly he worked one, then two fingers inside of her as his tongue worked on her clit. She doesn’t stand a chance. He thought to himself. His cock screamed to be buried in the girl, but he could be patient when he knew what he wanted. That would have to wait.

It was all too much too quickly, his hand and tongue almost working in tandem trying to get her over the precipice of her release. Blake tried hard to contain it but as his tongue continued it's assault on her sensitive ball of nerves that was her clit one of his hands trailed down, squeezing her thigh before one finger slid into her. Travis added another and with the added fingers plunging in and out of her it was as if her entire body shattered into what felt like a million tiny pieces, Blake's climax hit and she banged her head repeatedly, biting down on her tongue and her thighs and inner walls spasmed. "Ahhhhh. No- No no nonooooooo" Her body had committed the ultimate betrayal, it had been one thing to have reacted but to actually reach a release by something she hadn't wanted, still didn't want. She was ruined even more than when he had met his own when he had fucked her. This was her body giving in and she hated herself for it.

Travis lapped at her flowing juices then stood up in front of her, a bit grin on his messy face. “You were great, little one.” He cupped her cheek in his hand, two fingers still moist. He kissed her deeply, his tongue entering her mouth to mix the flavors in his mouth with hers. He broke the kiss and regarded her, quite proud of himself. “Don’t worry, darling. Before too long you’ll be begging for your daily release. But tonight, you rest.” He stepped away, taking two leather cuffs-bracelets connected by a chain from the wall. He unbound her wrists, cuffing them in front of her before releasing her feet as well. He grabbed a leather collar nearby and placed it around her neck before leading her toward the metal cage. Travis helped her to duck her head inside where what looked like a large dog bed was waiting. He locked the gate behind her, snapping the pad lock shut. “Don’t worry, the first night is always the hardest. It will be easier tomorrow.” And with he turned out the light and left the room. He would not return again, keeping his promise to let her rest the night.

Too spent and sore all over Blake barely managed to keep her eyes open after her climax. She was reminiscent of a rag doll as Travis rose up from his position. Her eyes slowly tracked his movements until he hovered at her face. If she'd had the energy she would have fought it but broken and exhausted she remained still as he claimed her mouth, her eyes closing as she continued to silently cry. Blake could taste herself on his lips and she sobbed, his tongue raided her mouth and she almost gagged but managed to choke down the bile that rose up in her throat. Travis pulled back and stared down at her, his words were met with silence as she stared at him with a defeated look. He was insane if he thought she would be begging for more of what had just happened. Instead of responding in any manner Blake just looked away, her tears still streaming down her cheeks. He had used that moment to step away, getting something from one of the walls but she didn't turn to watch, knowing full well that whatever it was he would soon either show her or do something. Sure enough he stepped back to her on the cross, uncuffing her wrists before he moved her arms the way he wanted, the leather cuffs being placed on her wrists in front of her before he moved on to her ankles to undo. The sense of dread rose back up to the forefront when he grabbed a collar that seemed to match the cuffs at her wrist. She was truly in a position where she couldn't fight and it was the last nail of a terrible day as he led her to the cage that looked to be for a large sized dog. She curled up in the fetal position in the dog bed that lined the bottom of the cage. Her eyes shutting tight as the sound of the lock settled in the finality of the situation she was in. .

04:56

When the door of the room shut only then did Blake let herself succumb to the exhaustion that her body felt. Dragged under the grace of darkness where she was untouchable she dreamt of nothing, cold and cramped in the cage without so much as a blanket her sleep would not be good but her body kept her under nonetheless. It wouldn't be until Travis returned would she startle awake, thrust back into the reality that was her life.

Travis opened the door with his back turned, humming a happy tune. He was wearing dark blue silk pajamas. As he turned to face her she could see he had his initials embroidered over his left pec (because of course he did). He was holding a tray with steaming eggs, biscuits, and bacon on it. “Good morning, angel!” He said cheerfully as he brought the tray to rest on top of the cage, fumbling with the padlock. Once open he placed the tray inside. Cutlery was on one side, though it consisted solely of a particularly dull looking spoon. On the opposite is a small serving dish with jam in it. “Eat up. I made the eggs the same way Gordon Ramsey does. Biscuits are homemade. Oh, and the bacon is organic. Same with the strawberry jam. No butter knives for you, because, well.” Travis gestured to his wounded side. “You’ll need your strength. I’ll give you a little privacy to start your day.” He whistled his happy tune as he exited the room. A good night’s rest seemed to have done wonders for his disposition.

The sound of the door meant the peace that she'd had the night before was no longer being granted. She eyed him wearily from her curled up position, her back towards the opposite wall of the door. The smell of the food made her stomach rumble and Blake hated him even more in that moment. To be so dependent on someone who was her captor, her abuser. She curled up tighter as he went about unlocking the crate to place the tray of food inside the crate. Blake made no move to sit up or right herself to eat, instead choosing to remain how she had been laying , her feet tucked up underneath her. His bragging only irritated her, he thought so well of himself when in reality he was fucking insane and there would be no redeeming quality in him that Blake would ever find, or so she thought. Travis left her to it, whistling as he left and she loathed him all the more for how his mood was so high. The polar opposite her, her mood was dark and the hate had begun to seep in. She'd been gone for over twelve hours now... had anyone noticed she was missing? She was supposed to call her mother at noon today, would that set of any alarm in her mother's mind when she didn't? Blake laid there staring through the metal squares of the crate, tears welling up in her eyes as she bit her bottom lip and sniffled. She wanted to go home. Eventually the smell of the food won out, her body needing the calories to help her heal from the damage Travis had done yesterday and as much as she wanted to refuse it she had no idea in what he had planned for her and he was right. She needed the energy so that she had even a tiny shred of strength to fight back in whatever way that would be. She needed it so that her mind could try and formulate another plan or something... .

07:06

With a wince Blake rose from her position, shuffling around awkwardly in the crate until she was on her knees, her cuffed hands moving to pick up the spoon. He hadn't provided anything to drink but that didn't matter, yet... Using the dull spoon she scooped up some of the eggs, sniffing them cautiously before actually digging in. Even if he did drug it what could she do about it? Refuse to eat and grow weaker? It was an idea...but not one that she was quite willing to do, yet. Devouring the eggs quickly she moved on to the bacon, pulling one of the pieces from the plate and taking a decent bite out of it. She was mid chew when she realized the lock that had been on the crate was just dangling undone on the sliding lock and her eyes lit up. He had made an error. Heart racing she finished the bacon and shoved the other full piece in her mouth, chewing thoroughly but leaving the biscuits and jam untouched. Careful of the tray Blake crawled out of the crate using her elbows and knees and once she was out she stood, her muscles and bones popping and stretching uncomfortably. She looked around the room taking in the surroundings now that she didn't have him breathing down her neck. There wasn't much in the way of anything she could use as a weapon, and the more she looked at the sex toys the more she was reminded of the day before and her stomach churned, threatening to expel the food she had just eaten. . (edited)

07:07

Fuck. Fuck...what...do I do? Her mind raced as she looked around though when her eyes landed on the small bowl of jam an idea formed in her mind. Quickly bending down she picked it up and moved to the window. She couldn't use it to make a long message but she could manage three letters. What time was it? Would it even work before he came back? Heart thudding in her chest she moved at a pained but quickened pace to the window, dipping her left finger into the jam and beginning to write an S the size of her palm on the window, then an O, and finally another S. She'd do several coats of the opaque substance and hope that it was legible from the house she could see next door.

The door clicked as the handle turned and Travis slowly opened the door inward. “Hey, I forgot your orange ju-“ He looked at her, huddled by the window drawing her SOS on the window, then he looked to the cage, door wide open, then back at her. He had a sort of dumbfounded look on his face for only an instant before his face contorted with rage. The cup of orange juice fell to the floor and Travis rushed the scared girl by the window. He took her head and threw it against the window she had been writing on. “What the FUCK is this, you fucking bitch!” He took a fistful of her hair and dragged her backward to the strange bench in the middle of the room, literally throwing her at it before wrestling her to get her legs and arms into the restraints that would lock her in a position on all fours. Dark thoughts swirled in his mind. He was livid with this girl. She continued to defy him despite his kindnesses. He lifted her head by her hair to speak directly into her ear. “I guess I’ll just need to break you in properly, won’t I?” He growled to the defenseless girl.

It had all happened too quickly, one moment her finger had just finished applying the third coat of the jam to the window when she had heard the click of the door. Everything happened so fast yet almost as if in slow motion as she watched the glass of orange juice drop from his hand. The orange liquid splashing up out of the glass and all over the floor as the glass fell. Once across the room Travis descended upon her at a lightening speed, grabbing the back of her hair before he slammed her face against the window. Her ears rang and her head throbbed as he quickly dragged her to what looked like a bench. Blake had known it was a risk to do something like this but there was no other way to try and get help, no way to reach out and let someone know that she existed. That she was there. Her only hope now as he locked her into position was that whoever lived next door would see it before he could clean it and that meant she would need to distract him...to sacrifice herself in the hopes that it would. She took a shaky breath as he angrily spoke in her ear. His growl sending a shiver down her spine and her heart race to increase at an incredible speed. "Y- you w-would have to try." She managed to get out on a whispered breath of air. It took everything in her to get that out with a minimal stammer and she knew it would anger him. With how he was... to drive it home she inhaled a shaky breath. "The eggs...t-tasted...like rubber." She bit down on her cheek and tensed, waiting for the strike that she knew would come soon.

The subsequent slap across her face would have rocked anyone, much less a woman of Blake’s size. He lashed out violently, his anger boiling over as he screamed at her. “WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, BLAKE FULTON” He stood just in front of her head and yanked her bathrobe up over her head. He then grabbed a flogger off the wall, taking his frustration on her bare ass. “You want me to try to break you?” He asked between impacts. “I’ll show you what it means to be broken, Blake!” After several swings of the flogger, he walked over to a shelf grabbing two items. The first was a rather sizable butt plug, the second was, rather mercifully, a bottle of lube. He unceremoniously lubed up the toy and began to roughly push it against her defenseless asshole.

The ringing came back into her mind, bouncing off the walls inside her mind from the slap he had landed across her face. The surface of her cheek radiated heat as the blood rushed to the surface and for a solid minute she was disoriented. If she hadn't been locked down to the strange bench she knew she would have likely been tossed to the floor and Blake groaned. His voice yelling right beside her ear didn't help matters in the least and she flinched though she had nowhere truly to run. The material of the flogger came down on her bare ass and the intense burning sensation that spread across her cheeks was unlike anything she had ever felt before and Blake cried out, tears filling in the corner of her eyes. Each and every hit from the flogger made her flinch and cry out, even when she attempted to not it had been too great of pain for her to do anything but. She was trapped and at his mercy on her hands and knees. His threat had her blood run cold and Blake whimpered. It had worked, it had angered him but at what cost? Travis eventually stepped away and Blake had to blink away the tears, craning her head to look and see what exactly he was getting next. She couldn't see through his broad back but she did see the bottle of lube he grabbed and every muscle in her body tensed again as he made his way back over. What happened next felt like a part of her was being ripped open, even with the assistance of the lube he was rough. Blake had never done anything anal in her life and her body instantly tightened, trying it's best to reject the object that was being shoved against her puckered hole. The scream that followed would have shattered glass if it could have, her head slammed against the surface of the bench and she shook her head violently. There was no room to try and get away, to wiggle or move to try and get away.

Travis cruelly forced the remainder of the plug into her tight asshole. I spanked her ass hard, watching her bright red ass cheek bounce under the impact. He knelt beside the girl’s ear again. “This is what it feels like to be broken. I’m going to use every inch of you. I’m going to cum on every inch of you. I’m going to cum in all of your holes. And I’m going to make you cum over and over. Just when you think you can’t take anymore I will fill your body with such pleasure you will be a quivering puddle on the floor. You want me to break you? This is it.” Travis grabbed a small vibrator wand on a stand and hooked it into the bench, positioning it to make contact with Blake’s clit. He didn’t waste time with formalities and immediately turned the wand to max speed before taking up a position behind her. He lubed up his cock, then quickly buried it in her pussy. His only regret in that moment was that he couldn’t clone himself to fuck her mouth as the same time. He quickly returned his attention to the task at hand: brutalizing the girl strapped and helpless on the bench. He fucked her hard and deep, not letting up for a moment. He occasionally pulled at the butt plug, stretching her more with the grittiest part of the small metal cone.

Every muscle in her body protested what Travis was doing and as the tears fell from her eyes there was nothing she could do as the insides of her asshole were stretched. Her whole body shook as he spoke, her nails dug into the palm of her hands. She hated it all, hated him but she had known that she would have angered him. The extent of it having been what took her by surprise. Blake had been a fool yet again but as her eyes looked toward the window and she say the SOS faintly still there she had to think it was worth it, that someone would see her sign and call someone or at least come and investigate. The feel of the vibrations of the wand against her clit had her tensing all over again, her thighs twitching from the mix of pain from her ass and pleasure the wand sent shooting through her. Already feeling overstimulated Blake had not been prepared for what Travis did next. His cock slid into her before she had any time to react and as he rammed inside of her Blake accidently bit down on her tongue. A cry of pain escaped her lips and Blake could taste a metallic tang in her mouth, likely indicating her tongue was bleeding. Over and over he thrust himself into her, the vibrator going non stop and the butt plug being tugged on. Pain and pleasure rocked through her over and over one becoming the other and Blake felt her body tensing, rising to the peak of a climax that she didn't want but would receive regardless. The only evidence that she had not wanted it were the tears streaming down her face and the word that she would repeat over and over again. One that had become the most important one in her vocabulary. "No."

Travis grabbed the flogger, bringing in down on the girl’s back and leaving thick red welts. “Tell me what we both already know, Blake. Tell me you love it when I fuck you.” He hit her again. “Say it!” He commanded as he fucked her pussy hard. He was going to break her if it took every last ounce of his energy. He reached up to grab a fistful of her hair, pulling himself forward and deeper into her warm slit. She was just his play thing now and he would make her pay for being so foolish to think she could escape. He yanked and pulled her hair viciously as his hips pounded against her ass with each powerful thrust. Travis knew he wouldn’t last forever, he just needed to last long enough. He wondered how many of these sessions it would take before Blake was pregnant with his child. More importantly, how many sessions before she was broken enough to fully be his? He wasn’t sure, but he intended to find out.

A scream erupted from her throat as he struck her back with the flogger, the burning sensation bloomed across it with each hit he gave her. He wanted her to admit to something that was not true. Her eyes slammed shut as her petite body rocked against the bench. Her inner walls squeezing around his girth as her head shook side to side. "NO! Noooo no no no no." She wouldn't do it, would say what he wanted her to no matter what he did to her. She refused. "Ahhh!" Travis gripped her head and pulled her back harshly, some of the strands of her hair pulled free from their roots while the rest just ached from the tight grip he held on her as he slammed into her deeper. Her mouth was agape, tears streamed harder now, a little saliva slightly tinged pink coming out the sides of her mouth as he yanked her hair harder. His hips pounding her flesh harder and still she refused. "Noooo- aaaaah- ooo" It was all too much, too hard and too fast. There was nothing Blake could do as her pussy begam to spasm, her thighs twitching violently as her ass jiggled from the force of his thrusts. One more thrust and she was sent over the edge, her body coating his cock in her release. Sweat coating her pale body where the robe didn't touch. Her once pale skin now a mix of red and white from the flogger.

With a final thrust Travis buried his cock to the hilt inside his pet. “Oh fuuuck.” He grunted as he released a torrent of cum into her spasming pussy. The thick substance jetted into her, coating her walls with his ejaculation. Travis released the girl’s hair, breathing heavily for a moment before slowly withdrawing from her. He watched the mixture spill out of her while he grabbed a nearby towel and cleaned himself off. He looked to the window, then walked over and wiped away her message as well. “You’re stubborn, Blake. I’ll give you that. You’re harder to break than most.” He knelt down in front of her, face to face with the bound woman. “But that’s what I like about you. You’re fun. You keep things interesting.” He patted her cheek gently, saying very seriously to her “-but you will break. It’s only a matter of time, I’m afraid. Defy me all you want right now, but it will get harder and harder to do so.” With that Travis stood to grab something out of the closet. It was a fucking machine with a sizeable dildo attached at the end of the metal arm. He positioned it behind Blake, moving and adjusting it until the tip of the dildo was right between her open thighs. “I have some things I need to do, but I wanted to make sure you are entertained while I’m away.” The vibrator has fallen slightly to the side, so he readjusted it to sit once again right on her clit. He then pulled the buttplug from her ass before pressing the head of the dildo into the vacant space. He turned the machine on as the rubber cock started to slide in and out of her stretched asshole. Travis ensured the machine and all the straps were snug before turning to leave. “Don’t enjoy yourself too much, little one. I’ll see you soon.” With a grin he left the room, leaving Blake at the mercy of his contraption for the next several hours.

Yet again her body had betrayed her and it wouldn't it be the last, and it was that realization that had Blake crying even more tears as he finished off inside of her. She was disgusted with him, but more so with herself and that feeling would only grow over the next few hours. He had cleaned himself off before moving to the window and Blake couldn't even bring herself to look as she knew he wiped away her only chance at someone realizing she was there in that room. Trapped and used by a sick fucking man. The tears rocked through her, wanting the whole thing to be over yet Travis had other ideas. He moved toward a closed, a weird machine it seemed and when Blake's eyes landed on dildo her head shook side to side. "Please...n-no. No. no." The day had only begun but it was about to get a lot worse. He moved the machine behind her. Every muscle in her body twitched as he fixed the position of the vibrator, placing it back against her clit. She'd already been spent but it would seem that he would not let her rest even for a minute. A groan escaped her, though it turned into a cry of pain as he pulled the plug from her ass, she had to have been bleeding back there, she felt hot liquid dripping down her body and she felt disgusting. He placed the dildo there and Blake knew then that the pain she had felt would only be intensified. The dildo had not been small on the metal arm it had been attached to and as he pressed the button to make it go Blake cried out, her body rocking slightly with each in and out motion of the machine. Overstimulated and used Blake could do nothing but deal with wave after wave that she was forced to experience. He had said he would be gone for hours but to her it had seemed like an eternity. .

14:59

At some point she had run out of tears, her eyes dried up just as bad as her mouth. Her lips cracked and parted as she panted, her body coated in sweat and her hair clung to her body as she reached yet another orgasm. She had lost count at some point, or perhaps not wanting to know. So overstimulated every inch of Blake's body was sensitive to even the slightest breeze. Every molecule in her body buzzed so much she was almost numb. Her cum drenched her inner thighs, some dried around the edges, some fresh and Blake just wanted to die. To stop feeling the pleasurable pain of release after release. The only salve to it all was that at some point the battery in the vibrator had either lost most of it's juice or had become somewhat unlodged again giving her only a tiny sliver or respite in the never ending waves of being fucked by the machine.

After a few hours the front door opened, then shut again. The sound of rustling grocery bags could be heard over the consistent whirring of the machine pumping in and out of Blake. Then was plates and items moving around in the kitchen. A short while later the door opened and Travis walked in with a sandwich on a plastic plate, some chips, and a plastic cup of water. He set the food down, then turned off the machine, pulling it out of her with a pop. Travis knelt by the girl’s head, brushing some of the matted hair out of her face as he started to unfasten her bindings. “You did good. I’m proud of you for handling that so well.” He licked his thumb and wiped some of the crusted drool away from the corner of her mouth before returning to unfastening her. He gently helped her sit upright, knowing how achy she must be. He reached out and brought the plate over to her. “Here. You must be starving after all that.” Travis had a very caring way about him for an absolute monster.

Too tired and too spent from the overstimulation Blake didn't have the energy to deny Travis or fight him which was probably his goal if she thought about it, but she didn't. The instant relief she felt as he pulled the machine away from her overused hole would have made her cry if she had any tears to spare but she didn't. She remained still as he undid the cuffs on her wrists and ankles and when he moved to assist her to sit up she took it, her mind and body beyond the point that she would have been able to manage it herself . She was aware he had said something, but what it had been she wasn't sure, too exhausted and out of it to even pay attention. She managed a small noise, her body swayed where she sat as he moved to give her the food and when it was in her lap she just stared at the paper plate. It was true she needed the energy but when she moved to pick it up she had absolutely no motivation do even eat. Instead opting for the water in which she chugged with the small amount of enthusiasm she could muster. Once it was empty she let her hands fall back to her lap, pushing the plate away from her.

Travis pushed the plate back toward her. “Eat it, Gandhi! This isn’t some hunger strike! You’re either going to eat this or I can force feed you something else!” He yelled, suddenly furious with her at the rejection of his food. “You and I both know you need your strength.” He tossed the plate on top of the cage with a huff, walking out of the room and locking the door behind him. He needed to get his own food and was sick of putting up with Blake’s bullshit in that moment.

His outburst startled her and Blake shied away from him, curling in on herself as he stormed out of the room. It was no surprise that he locked the door and for awhile after he left she just remained that way until her stomach rumbled and her body truly did demand the food that he had brought. Achingly she made her way over to the cage, crawling on all fours until she reached it. Blake sat down, pulled the paper plate down from the top of the cage and let it fall into her lap. Some of the chips fell to the floor but she didn't concern herself with those. Silently dry sobbing as she ate the chips that had somehow managed to stay one the plate. She only managed down half the sandwich but by the time she was full she had more energy, enough that she could stand up on her legs though weakly. With unsteady steps she made her way to the door, knocking on it quietly at first before the sound was loud enough that he might possibly hear before moving away. She needed to use the bathroom, and as much as she was locked in this room and already so close to being broken she didn't want to use the bathroom on herself or in a corner of the room. She just hoped he would allow her that much.

Travis answered the door a moment later. “What.” He asked rudely. He looked over her shoulder, seeing the mostly eaten sandwich and chips before his attitude softened. “I’m glad to see you ate. What do you need?” He asked, more gentleness in his voice as he stood there.

She shuffled on her feet nervously and refused to look him in the eyes, too ashamed of needing anything from him. "I- I need to use the bathroom..." She closed her eyes for a second, her cheeks flushing from the embarrassment. She had sunk so low, viewed nothing more as a thing to own, to control and to have to ask for the right to use the bathroom...was she even human anymore?

His response was a slap across the face. It definitely wasn’t as hard as it could have been, but he wanted her attention. “Try again.” He commanded. “You fucking look at me, you say please, and you say sir.”

She stumbled backwards as his hand made contact with her cheek, a soft sob escaping her as her lips parted. It took Blake a moment to right herself, her head spinning. Taking a shaky breath she forced herself to look up a him. She swallowed the bile that rose in her throat as her eyes met his, trying her best not to completely cower and crumble as he looked down at her. It seemed she had further to fall still... "C-can I please... u-use the bathroom." Her nails dug into the palm of her hands hard enough to break skin. "S-sir."

Travis grabbed her chin, looking down at her. “Good girl.” He smile before stepping out of her way and gesturing toward the bathroom. “Go ahead and get yourself a shower if you like. You’ve earned that privilege” Travis allowed her into the bathroom, already formulating the next his next step to break her entirely. Notably, there was no click locking Blake in the bathroom this time. Travis would give her rope some slack to see if she would choose to enjoy her new found freedom or try to hang herself with it.

The bile threatened to rise up in her throat again, her eyes drifted shut as she forced herself to take a breath. Hearing him call her that...it sent a chill down her spine. But, having done as he asked he granted her permission and the relief that promptly followed was immense. She moved across the hall to the bathroom, her steps slow and unsure as she went and when he closed the door behind her she waited for the sound of the door locking, expecting him to lock her in. When the click didn't come Blake looked from the door to the shower. After the last few hours... she didn't have it in her to try anything. She needed the shower, needed the moment to herself where she could think, where she could breathe without being abused or touched by him or one of his toys. Sitting on the toilet she looked around the small bathroom, taking mental notes of all that was inside of it, though unsurprisingly there was nothing she could use as a weapon in here much to her disappointment. Even if there had been...after last night and today Blake was not in the right mindset, too fearful of what he'd do next to retaliate should something go wrong. Hesitant, she removed the robe, terrified she'd lose the only item she had to cover herself but she couldn't take it with her in the shower. Instead she placed it on the closed toiletseat before climbing in the shower and turning on the water, waiting until it was hot enough to warm up. She shut the curtain, another mental security blanket though she knew in reality she had no privacy. Her mind wondered if he had cameras in here somehow, her eyes scanning every little nook to see if she could spot a camera lense but coming up short.

22:24

Relief, though slight remained as she returned her attention to the task, there was a wash cloth on a small bar and she picked it up, the bar of soap as well as she went to work on scrubbing all evidence of the hours prior from her body. She would scrub and scrub until she thought she might bleed until finally she let the cloth fall at her feet and she placed her entire head underneath the shower heads spray. Her eyes closed as she felt it was impossible to breath but strangely enjoying the sensation. If she died here, would he be mad? Furious at her enough to take it out on her corpse? She ran her hands over her face, up and through her hair until she stepped back from the stream. Gasping for breath, the imagery she'd pictured in her mind had her bending over and spilling some of the food she'd just ate.

Travis waited patiently. He had removed himself from the hallway and was sitting quietly in his own bathroom. He felt perfectly safe. The knife drawer was locked and he had turned on the electrified front door handle, something he had neglected to do the night she stabbed him. He watched the girl through the camera hidden in the air vent, his hard dick in his hand. He frowned at she vomited. I made her that sandwich for nothing. He needed her to be strong enough for what was coming. Strong enough to try to escape, if she would. He needed to test her, and he couldn’t do that if she was too weak. He decided to get up and make her some more food. He grabbed a new bathrobe for her from the linen closet and headed down the hall. He knocked twice on the door before opening it and stepping inside and grabbing her old bathrobe to exchange it for the new one.

She tensed as she heard him knock, though it had been more courteous than he had been before. Blake almost felt like Travis would give her whiplash from the hot and cold reactions he gave her. She couldn't help but think that his mind was unstable which if she thought about it hard enough was honestly obvious. Who would kidnap someone if their mind was stable? To drug them, rape them and then swear they were soulmates all within the span of forty-eight hours. "Y-yes?" Her voice came out shaky, her hands moving to cover her body in case he opened the curtain. Her heart thudded wildly as she held her breath, her legs shaking from the adrenaline that pumped through her even though she had just vomited. Too curious for her own good Blake peeked out of the curtain, her eyes instantly landing on him as he moved to switch out the robes. What was his game? What was his ultimate plan for her and would she truly be able to not break or would she ultimately succumb to whatever plans he had?

He smiled at her. “Your bathrobe was a bit soiled, so I got you a new one. Let me know if you need anything. I’m going to make some smoothies. You want one?” He chuckled. “Of course you do! I’m going to make one for you. Enjoy your shower and come find me when you’re done.” Travis shut the door, returning Blake to her perceived privacy. He headed through the living room and into the kitchen where he pulled out a couple bananas, strawberries, Greek yoghurt, almond butter, kale, a knife, and his blender. He began expertly breaking down the fruits and tossing the ingredients into the blender as he waited for Blake to return.

"O-oh...um...thanks." Blake watched as he replaced the old with the new, and as he did he asked about the smoothie. She had half the mind to turn him down but she felt if she had done that then perhaps he would grow angry yet again. She couldn't deal with another session like he had made her go through earlier, so for now she would play it safe. Try to stay on his good side until she got some of her strength back. She wouldn't remain in the shower much longer after he left. All that remained was using her fingers to untangle her hair as best she could since she didn't have a decent brush for her curls. After that was done she saw no reason to remain in the shower, shutting off the water she stepped out of the bathtub, wrapping herself in a towel as she moved to wipe some of the steam off the mirror so she could look at herself. Blake had a bruise on her cheek, marks of his fingerprints on her neck. She removed the towel, observing every inch of her body and feeling sick to her stomach. Not wanting to stare at herself any longer she quickly dried, putting the towel on the hook before slipping into the robe and closing it tight. Tying the knot she opened the door, the cool air causing goosebumps to form along her neck and legs as she stepped into the hall. Hesitantly and with her arms wrapped around her abdomen she made her way back towards the living room and then the kitchen, her eyes on the floor as she entered.

Travis watched her observe herself in the mirror, still completely taken in by her body. He smiled to himself, reminiscing about fucking her. He swiped away the surveillance app on his phone as she exited the bathroom. He quickly blended the mixture, looking over at her. “Welcome back, beautiful!” He poured two tall glasses of the smoothie and handed one to her. “Your hair looks really nice.”

She wanted to ignore his compliment, to pretend she didn't hear it but already Blake knew that he would get angry so instead she acted bashful, moving to tuck some of her still damp hear behind her ear. "It's the best I could do...still have some knots in my hair I couldn't get with my fingers." Because oh you... Her inner voiced followed through. The anger and sadness she felt were almost insurmountable. Blake watched as he poured the smoothies, moving to lean against the island kitchen counter. "Whats in it? I... have a few food allergies." She eyed the liquid suspiciously. Did he drug this? Would he?

“Oh, it’s got banana, strawberry, kale, yoghurt, and almond butter! One of my favorites. Here, you can pick which glass you want, but I think I poured them pretty evenly.” He pushed the two cups toward her. Just standing there near her, freshly washed hair, cute little body hidden behind the robe, he felt the stirring in his pants. There was no denying it: Blake turned him. He wanted her to get some rest after after the ordeal she had just survived, but he knew it wouldn’t be long before he needed to use her again. Travis certainly didn’t think of himself as a monster. He wanted her to enjoy herself, but he knew she wouldn’t be with him without his initiative pursuing her. He knew she wanted him deep down, he just needed to bring those feelings to the surface. One day we’ll look back on this and laugh. He thought to himself.

Blake eyed each of them, she had seen him pour them, and surely he wouldn't have added any sort of drugs into both of them. Especially if he was to be drinking it as well... She took the one closest to her, pulling the glass until it was right before her. She looked from the bright colored drink to the man who made it before she lifted the glass, smelling it cautiously before bringing it to her lips. She didn't like kale but after having vomited in the shower Blake needed something in her stomach. The cold smoothie was perfectly thick, and as it hit her tongue she was pleasantly surprised at how light it tasted even with the heaviness of the fruit. She'd take a few more drinks of the smoothie before setting it down, a small line of the smoothie along the top of her lips much like a mustache. "It's good... Thank you." Blake knew she'd need to keep her manners, too afraid that she would set him off yet again.

Travis looked over at her and chuckled. “You’re so cute sometimes.” He took the two steps over to where she was standing, taking her face in his hands. He wiped the mustache away, smiling down at her and taking the moment to stare into her eyes. “You are so beautiful, you know that?” He leaned in to kiss her lips, lost in a wave of intense emotion. He wanted this woman with him until the day he died. He swore he’d never felt this way about anyone before.

She hadn't expected him to come and wipe off her lip, tensing as he did so. For a moment she had been scared, too startled to do more than just look up at him with large doe shaped eyes. His compliment fell on deaf ears as she tried to calm herself down. If she were to refuse him in this moment she knew he would retaliate in a way that her body couldn't handle right now. Not after those hours with the sex machine. Even just thinking of it her sex throbbed between her thighs and she tensed again. Her eyes shut as he bent down to kiss her, just pretend she was someone else. She was not Blake Fulton right now. Chanting it over and over in her mind her body lightly pressed into him, her breathing becoming more regular than the frantic he was used to ever since her kidnapping. Her lips while they didn't move in the beginning lightly parted as her hands clenched at her sides.

Travis kissed her deeply, slipping his tongue inside her mouth. She’s actually kissing back! Travis thought triumphantly as he caressed her face. He slid one hand down her neck, fingertips trailing their way down until they eventually came to rest on her back. He pull the small girl toward him, pressing their bodies together. He felt like he could go in for an eternity. His tongue danced behind Blake’s teeth, exploring her mouth. The hand resting on her back drifted to her ass, squeezing it gently. Travis loved every second of this.

The urge to vomit was strong, the contents of the smoothie churning in her stomach as his hands roamed her body. This isn't me. I'm not doing this. The thought was the only thing that kept her from doing anything but accepting what he did. her hands remained at her sides though her head was tilted back slightly as his tongue explored the depths of her mouth. This was better than the other things he could do, this was...safe. His hands moved down to her ass and she tensed again, her hands finally moving up to place themselves on his chest, not quite pushing him away but giving him an indicator that she wanted to breathe.

Travis broke their kiss, looking down on her with adoration in his eyes. His thumb stroked her cheek as the hand on her ass removed to her side. He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear as he gazed into her eyes again, at a complete loss of words for a moment and just smiling like an idiot. “You know, we are so lucky we found each other. This-” He gestured between them. “This is special. Not many people find a connection this strong. I’m- I’m just so lost in you. You are incredible, you’re resilient-” His brow furrowed as he thought. “You might be the most remarkable woman I’ve ever met. I- I think I’m really falling for you. We’re going to have a beautiful life together, and I know you’re going to make such an amazing mother to our kids.” Just then his phone buzzed and he looked over to see the caller ID. “Ah, shit. Let me take this, I’m sorry to ruin this beautiful moment. I’ll be back in just a moment.” He left her there in the kitchen, stepping into the laundry room and shutting the door as he talked to someone in hushed tones. “I know we normally have dinner, I just can’t do it this week. No. No! It’s fine, I just need space for a little while. We’ll do dinner another time. No, I don’t have anyone else here. Calm down, you sound crazy.”

Ice ran through her veins as the words left his lips. The moment that had already been bad was so much worse. Blake would not, could not remain here for the rest of her life. Used and abused by Travis any time he got upset with her which seemed to be anytime she even slightly objected what he wanted. However, he was right. She was resilient, and she would need to remember that in the upcoming days... if anything solidified that she needed to get away it was the fact that in his demented mind he pictured impregnating her and keeping her. She shivered, and she was thankful his phone rang, distracting him from seeing the look of displeasure on her face. When he left the room she looked around quickly, her mind raced and she felt herself beginning to hyperventilate. She needed....an escape plan. Fuck fuck fuck. She ran a hand through her hair and began looking around the kitchen in hopes to find another knife, something sharper than just a steak knife, or scissors, anything she could use.

Travis was a monster, but he was still capable of learning from his mistakes. The doors were all locked away safely. He wouldn’t be caught unaware in his own home again. The only things left out were the pans hanging on a large ornate metal piece over the island. Except the knife he had used to cut the fruit. It seems Travis still had more to learn about his resourceful captive. His heated conversation in the laundry room continued. “I’m telling you that isn’t true! I just can’t do dinner today. I should have told you sooner I’ve just been distracted. No, that isn’t why I’ve been distracted!” He was practically yelling into the phone now. “Fuck me? No, fuck you!” The door to the laundry room flew open and Travis marched out in a huff, looking around for Blake. The bliss from a moment ago was gone and he was looking for someone to use.

From where she stood Blake could hear Travis's voice rising even with the door shut. She knew then she didn't have long and when she turned around one more time she saw the glint of the knife as the afternoon sun hit it. Eyes growing wide she rushed for it, her hand wrapping around the handle. Travis yelled then, clearly displeased with whoever was on the other end of the the line. It cause her to jump, moving to the sink as she heard the door bang open. She moved to the barstool and quickly sat. The knife slightly hidden by the bathrobe and the island countertop. Her heart hammered so hard against her cheat she wondered if her face might give her away. This time she couldn't miss. She'd have to try, hard... if only her nerves would stop and her hand didn't shake, especially as his eyes met hers from where she sat. An almost wild glint in his eyes, like a predator who had spotted its prey.

Travis’ eyes locked on Blake, but he was not so far gone as to be without reason. She’s off. Something is wrong. His instincts told him. He cocked his head inquisitively. “What the fuck do you think you’re up to, pet?” His eyes glanced around the room catching the emptiness of the sink. His demeanor shifted. Blake wasn’t the object of his rage before, but she certainly was now. He kept his distance, circling around her as if she was wounded prey. He watched every expression, every movement. “Stab me once, shame on you. Stab me twice, shame on me, Blake.” He was going to do indescribable things to her once he got his hands around her little throat.

His question had her tilting her head, a look of confusion crossing her face though her grip on the knife held strong. "What?" She was doing well, her face remaining calm despite the shake in her hand. It was all so clear now as he looked at her, he kept his distance and part of her wanted to laugh. It reminded her of a video she'd seen on youtube one time of Steve Erwin trying to handle a gator. Her eyebrows rose as she followed his movements. "Stab you?" A mimicked expression of shock crossed her face. "I- I thought about it Professor Baker." She lifted the knife to the counter sitting it down though not letting it go from her grip as he circled. "But then I had an epiphany." She blinked a few times and tilted her head the other way, her hair falling slightly forward and over her shoulder. He took a step closer and she moved it to her throat. "You like yourself, but me harming you only angered you. But. You like me." Her hand shook as she pressed the blade in lightly. "Right?"

Travis was furious at first, rage being his first instinct when he was losing control. “Blake! Put the knife DOWN!” He boomed, trying to intimidate the resolute girl. But his anger quickly failed him. Travis flashed back to a dark room. Searing pain from a bite mark on his arm. His hand around a delicate throat, moist and sticky with a near black substance in the poorly lit room. The sight of the other hand firmly gripping a pair of scissors embedded in the neck he gripped so tightly. A voice, his own, repeating Carra, Carra, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry as he backs away from the naked woman gurgling her final breaths on the bed, eyes wide with terror. Tears well up in the monster’s eyes as he tries to blink them away. “Blake, please. Please put the knife- I can’t- please-” Travis starts to blubber, tears flowing freely down his cheeks.

He screamed at her and she flinched, the blade moving slightly against her throat causing a tiny cut on her neck. She winced from the pain but kept the knife where it was, a droplet of blood making it's way down her throat as he pleaded with her. She'd found a weakness, albiet at the risk of herself. But in the end, hadn't that been obvious from the beginning? His obsession with her had escalated so quickly. "I can't. If I put it down you'll hurt me." The words came out almost monotone, her eyes stayed on him as if she didn't trust him. Of course she didn't, he'd kidnapped her, raped her and strapped her to that machine- She shivered at the memory, her thighs aching. "That's all you do. What's the difference if I do it?" She pressed the knife harder when she thought he'd try to take a step. "I'll do it. I stabbed you. I can do it." She wasn't sure if she was saying it for his benefit or her own, her nerves were all over the place and Blake was honestly surprised her voice didn't shake as bad as her hand. "If yo-" Knock. Knock. Knock. Blake was interrupted by a loud insistent knocking at the door. She turned her head, momentarily distracted.

Travis saw Blake’s distraction and seized his opportunity. He lunged at Blake, knocking her from the stool and tackling her to the ground. Travis made great care to knock the knife free, sending it skittering across the floor toward the front door. There was the sound of a key in the lock, then the door handle turning. Travis had Blake pinned to the ground, straddling her waist and holding her arms up above her head. He looked to the door, concern obvious on his face as it swung open. In stepped a woman, maybe 26 or 27, about 5’5’ with gorgeous tan skin. She wore a tight fitting black cocktail dress with red heels. The set of pearl earrings she wore matched the pearl necklace draped across her collar bone. She had big, brown eyes, lipstick in red to match her shoes, and her face was framed by long, curly black hair. This woman was the very image of put together. At least, she was until she surveyed the scene before her. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!?” The woman yelled as she stood in the door way. She bent down and picked up the knife at her feet, the blade still coated with Blake’s deep red blood. Travis quickly got off Blake and rose to his feet, cautiously. “Amelia, it’s not what it looks like.” He had his hand outstretched toward her, trying to calm her down the best he could.

She'd been taken by surprise, not expecting Travis to have moved so quickly. One moment Blake was sitting on the stool, the next she was on her back with Travis straddling her chest. The struggle didn't last long and the knife clattered to the hardwood floor, skidding across it to land near the door. Her eyes followed it helplessly as she remained pinned though her eyes moved upward everything slowing down to an almost glacial pace as the doorknob turned and the door swung open. Red heels were the first to register in Blake's mind, the next were long toned legs that shaped into curblby hips wrapped in a dress that Blake would have killed to be able to pull off herself. Her hair and makeup, the jewelry. The woman looked like she was here for a date and for one split second a voice in the back of Blake's mind spoke. Who is she to Travis? If she had been in her right mind Blake would have realized it didn't matter, that the spark of jealousy that coursed through her in that split second was just a byproduct of a the fucked up ahit she had been put through, the emotional whiplash. But instead she found herself looking from the woman who picked up her knife to the man that had he pinned to the floor. "Can I go now?" The question while dumb left Blake's chapped lips as she waited. If he had company he didn't need her. If he had a woman like that... Blake's eyes moved back to the woman. "Can you help me?" The look in her eyes was shallow, almost vacant and helpless as she pleaded the well put together woman, completely in a different position than Blake herself. She was so put together, beautiful while Blake was a broken and abused mess. It wasn't fair.

Amelia shut the front door and marched up to Travis, wielding the knife menacingly. “Who the fuck is this whore, Travis? You told me you were done after Carra! Now you go and pull this shit?” Travis looked away in what appeared to be shame. “No, you look at me, Travis Baker!” Amelia berated him. Amelia looked down at Blake in the bathrobe, grimacing at the sight of her. “You fucking skank. You don’t deserve his attention.” Travis interjected. “You don’t get to talk to her like that! He yelled, taking the knife from her hand effortlessly and tossing it into the sink with a metallic clatter. Travis took the woman by the throat and shoved her against the door, choking her. A flash of a smile glinted across Amelia’s face as he squeezed. “I am right here. It’s me. And I want you!”Amelia choked out. “You don’t need these college sluts. Please. Make me yours again.”

While not much was said the content of what Amelia had said was indeed a lot of information. Each little nugget that had been given became safely tucked away in Blake's mind. She had been so wrapped up in staring at Amelia that Blake hadn't realized Travis had gotten off of her, and when Amelia berated her with harsh words, accusations and implications she simply blinked, her head shaking side to side as if to say "But I didn't do anything." It was an easy enough statement and it held truth. Sure she had stabbed Travis, but thst had been out of necessity, hadn't it? Travis was standing there one moment and gripping the other woman by the throat the next. Blake sat up then, rubbing her throat where the knife had sliced her perfectly pale skin. The two seemed to be focused on each other so Blake crawled on all fours to the direction of the bathroom. Surely there would be a first aid kit. She needed to clean herself. Amelia had looked at her in distaste, as if Blake had been nothing but a pebble in her shoe, perhaps even used gum. "Nice of you to visit, please come again." She'd said with a slight giggle. It would seem that Blake Fulton appeared to be slightly off kilter for one reason or another.

Travis held Amelia to the wall for a moment, angry with her for the comments about Blake. Travis found himself smiling a little as Blake crawled away. He found it so hard to stay mad at her. He released Amelia’s throat, taking her head in his hands and cradling her against his chest. There was a quick peck on the top of her head before he spoke again. “She’s special, Aims. No one could replace you, but this girl has a spark in her that I need. You always have a place at my table, and you will always be mine after our time together.” Amelia frowned slightly, but nodded her acknowledgement. She knew his word was final when it came to things like this. She was the one who been broken, and she would never be able to free herself from Travis’ will or untangle herself from his web. She would sneak out of her house late at night, leaving behind her adoring husband and two kids to meet Travis whenever he wanted her. She knew the same secret Carra did: there is really only one way to escape Travis Baker. “Amelia, dear, why don’t you go fix up dinner? I have salmon thawed in the fridge along with the salad, and the rice is in the usual cabinet. You know where the key is for the cabinets.” He kissed her head again. She nodded and headed to the kitchen. Travis patted her ass as she walked away and she relished the contact. Now it was time for Travis to find his little bird and nurse her back to health. Travis headed down the hallway toward the bathroom, searching for Blake. Such a foolish move. She will still need a lesson for this. He found his anger returning slightly, masking the fear he had felt over the possibility of losing Blake.

She could have gone to the bathroom that Travis had sent her to each time, but Blake had found herself crawling in the direction of the open door to the room in which she had stabbed him, his room. Why or how the door was open or if she was even allowed inside was one thing she didn't know, or particularly care about at them moment. She crawled until her knees and hands were met with the plush carpet underneath. Her body moving as if on autopilot until she noticed the door to his bathroom. Blake used the bed as a means to rise up from the position she had been in. Once righted on two feet she looked around, she could hear the voices of the other two in the other room but what they were saying she couldn't decipher. She filled in the blanks on her own. "You mean the world to me, she's just a fling. I swear. You're my one and only" The words mumbled out of her mouth left a sour taste in them and she shivered before pushing forward into the bathroom. This one easily twice the size of the one she'd been granted to use, the mirror was there but she couldn't bring herself to look. The bathtub looked tempting but that wasn't what she needed... Yet she found herself making her way over to it. Stepping over the edge of it to climb inside she laid down, the cool porcelain on her skin was soothing. A soft "Mmmm" leaving her as she curled in on herself. She just needed a short nap. Her eyes drifted shut and she could feel the tingling beginning in her throat, the tightness of it like some invisible hand wrapping around her throat much like she'd imagine Travis's would. (edited)

Travis looked for Blake, flinging open the door to the hall bathroom. He looked around confused at her absence. He walked back into the hall, peering into his dark bedroom. He was on edge expecting an attack at any moment as he carefully stepped into the room. He heard raspy breathing coming from the bathroom. He flicked on the light switch and rushed into the bathroom. When Travis looked down at Blake in the tub he gasped. She was covered from head to toe in hives. He dropped to his knees, cradling her head. “Blake, Blake! Nonono!” He stroked her swollen, puffy cheek. He looked around the room looking for something to help her. He remembered the medical supplies in the linen closet and laid her head down to go find them. He rummaged through the the closet searching for his saving grace. Finally his hand found the bright orange pen. He rushed back to Blake’s side, yanking the bathrobe up to reveal her thigh. “I am sorry about this.” He said an instant before stabbing her with the epipen. The synthetic adrenaline coursed through Blake’s veins. It was enough to keep anyone wired for hours, much less a girl of her size. Travis waited patiently for the effect to kick in, stroking her cheek and brushing the hair out of her face. “It’s you. It’s always been you.” He whispered, cradling her head against his chest.

Everything had gotten dark so quickly and for a few sweet moments and even with the excruciating pain Blake had been lost in a fog of blackness. So close to being swept away from the last 36 plus hours. She hadn't even been aware that Travis was cradling her as if she were something precious, something to be cherished even in his warped sense of things. That was, until he jabbed her thigh with the epipen. One minute the world had been nothing, the next the adrenaline that coursed through her straight to her heart and lungs had her gasping for breath like a fish out of water. The jittery feeling bubbling underneath the surface of her skin. Blake was disoriented for a moment, confused at where she was and why she was being held until it all rushed back to her. Her hands which had been loosely at her side now clung to the shirt of whoever held her as her body slowly kicked itself back into gear. Her face was still swollen, her eyes puffed shut and her lips itching like a wave of fireants had just feasted on her flesh. She shook in Travis's arms, a low groan escaping her as a few tears managed to escape, dripping down her reddened and puffy cheeks. Even in death she had seemed to be naive, to think she had been so close only for him to have taken it from her. The selfishness to have saved her. Blake was utterly and completely trapped by the man that cooed undecipherable little nothings in her ear as he cradled her head, her nose pressed into his chest. Oddly she found that she liked the scent of his cologne. She could pick out subtle notes cedar as well as green mandarin, others she couldn't really identify but it smelt nice. It was an odd thing to focus on but it was the only thing that could give her comfort in the situation she was in.

Travis sat there with her for many long minutes, stroking her hair as he watched the puffiness start to recede from her body. The epipen was doing it’s job. Travis released a sigh of relief he hadn’t realized he was holding. “What happened, Blake? Tell me you didn’t do this on purpose.” He already knew the answer. The poor girl had given up. She just needs a new reason to live. She can still learn and grow from this. he thought to himself. He picked up the poor girl, cradling her tenderly. He kissed head lovingly before laying her on the bed. “Stay right here, I need to grab a few things.” He left the room and enter the room with her cage in it. A moment later he was back with an assortment of straps, cuffs, a ball gag, blind fold, and ear muffs. “I hate to do this to you right now, I really do.” He explained as he began to assemble the gear and secure her arms then legs. “But if I don’t do this, how will you ever learn? I just want the best for you Blake. I want you to be happy here, and that is just going to take some training and adjustment. That’s all.” Once her arms and legs were secure he put the blindfold on. He looked down at her and smiled to himself. He adored this girl. And with that he secured the ball gag and ear muffs to her head. The next order of business was setting up what looked like a microphone stand, except it held a freshly charged vibrator. He positioned it right above her, taking a moment to first feel her thighs and push the bathrobe up over her hips. Travis just couldn’t help himself. He got down at the foot of the bed and leaned in to taste Blake. He adored her scent and how she squirmed beneath his touch. The vibrator would have to wait until after he’s had his taste of her. He leaned in and gave her a long lick from the bottom of her slit all the way to her clit. He was going to enjoy this.

Swelling going down she was granted vision again and as Travis asked her what had happened, if it had been intentional she didn't really see the need to give a response. If she decided to lie he'd only get angry and if she admitted to the truth of it, that she knew that drinking the smoothie would have disastrous affects because she was allergic to nuts? He'd more than likely be even more upset. There was no way to smooth out the how or whys of what she had done. She'd just done it, knowing full well the repercussions of her actions. If only she had been successful. He scooped her up from the tub and carried her to his bed, laying her down and instructing her to stay. She wasn't sure exactly what else she would do, her muscles all ached after the epi and she was too tired but wired at the same time. Everything that had led up to this moment had finally caught up to Blake and she wasn't planning on anything else soon. When Travis returned she just watched him, her eyes tracking each of his movements as he bound each of her arms and legs. That hadn't bothered her, what did however was the placement of the blindfold and earmuffs. Being without her sight and sound as well as not trusting Travis with that... there was no telling what the man would do to her. Wound her? What could be worse than what he had already done? Blake held her breath, trying to decipher if she could hear anything at all. Oddly enough while her heartbeat was erratic, pumping twice as hard as it normally was Blake found that she was calm. Even as the bed dipped near her feet, his hands roaming her thighs. Her body twitched in reaction, she could feel his eyes on her, as if even with the blindfold she could picture him looming over her, greedily staring at her in this compromised position. Her abdomen clenched and her breath hitched as she felt his breath between her legs. His tongue lapped at her sex and she couldn't prevent the small moan that eked out of her throat.

Travis wrapped one arm around her thigh while he placed his free hand on her flat stomach. His hand stroked and glided across her smooth ivory skin and he felt her tender body. His tongue swirled around her clit, making tiny circles with the tip as he teased and prodded her. Next his tongue trailed south, parting her gentle folds as he explored her vagina. What Travis truly hadn’t planned on was just how sensitive the rush of adrenaline had made her body. As he pressed his tongue flat against her, giving her most intimate parts a slow, drawn out lick he had no idea the pleasure he was inflicting on her. The point of his tongue traveled down once more, this time plunging into her needy hole. It wormed its way inside her, just as he had once before. Inside her his tongue flicked and rolled, doing it’s best to reach the deepest parts of her as he tasted her sex. Travis was truly insatiable. He greedily devoured her like she was prey, masterfully plying is craft. As he withdrew his tongue from her, he made a series of small flicking licks upwards until his attentions were once again on her clit. He sucked on her love button, drawing it out as his tongue enveloped it. He alternated between slow, broad licks to quick, pointed flicks of his tongue. He did everything in his power to elicit the response he so desired from her.

Every touch and every flick of his tongue rocked through Blake like that of a wave. The ebb and flow of each and every molecule in her body came to life at the touch of his hands and mouth. She should hate it, hate the way that he was making her feel but the buzz in her mind and the adrenaline had her not wanting to. She couldn't hear the moans the slipped from her parted lips but she could feel them. Feel the way her body responded from each attentions he gave. Blake wasn't sure if it was the deprivation of her senses or the drugs coursing through her veins that made everything seem so heightened but the fact remained that while she was enjoying it. His tongue dove into her depths and she about unraveled as it coiled and curled up inside of her. Blake's hips thrust up off the bed, a gravelly whine coming out of her throat. Whether she was trying to get away or bring the sensations closer was indistinguishable as she writhed underneath. Her breaths coming out in short pants as her heart beat wildly inside her chest. She was too hot, too exposed and as he continued to devour her need Blake felt herself rising to a different kind of cliff. One that she knew if she were to fall from that the depths of it would alter everything. "Nnnn, mmmmm" Her back arched, her small pert nipples rubbed against the fabric of the robe and she squirmed as if trying to move the offending item. Higher and higher is tongue took from her until he moved to let his mouth encapsulate her clit. Her muffled groans carrying out from the room and down the hall. "*Nn mmmMMMM." His tongue flicked once, twice, three times against the ball of nerves that would be her undoing and with each flick her hips jerked, her walls squeezed and her abdomen clenched. Blake's hands tugging on the cuffs that kept her strapped to the bed.

Travis urged her on, springing toward that precipice with reckless abandon fueled by wanton desire. His right hand moved from her stomach down across her bucking hips, finally rest coming to rest just outside her yearning hole. For a moment he pulled back from the writhing girl just long enough to watch her face as he inserted two fingers into her eager sex. Quickly returning to the task as hand he attacked her clit with a renewed fervor. His tongue frantically worked quick circles followed by short, powerful flicks. Travis’ fingers explored her depths, pumping in and out of her before turning upward to find that magic spot hides inside her. He wouldn’t be satisfied until her juices flowed freely down his chin.

Trapped with nowhere to go but up as he brought her closer and closer to the brink with his tongue Blake could feel every nerve in her body about ready to erupt with the release that was building. His hand moved, sliding down until it too joined the fray of taking from the bound and writhing body underneath Travis. He pulled back and two fingers entered her without any resistance. Her slick walls practically welcoming them eagerly. She was going mad on that bed with all of her senses but touch being taken from her. The only sounds she could partially hear were her own and Blake for a moment couldn't even believe that it was her own voice giving out needy sounds around the ball gag that prevented her from speaking. Her head tossed side to side, a loud "Nnnn!" escaping her throat as Travis curled his fingers upward inside of her. His fingers pressed and rubbed and his tongue worked in tandem until she felt her whole body coming alight with heat. Her thighs tensed and her walls spasmed as white specks danced across her eyelids. She'd came and it was intense as wave after wave rocked through her petite body. Her pale skin becoming covered in goosebumps as she twitched and cried out splayed out on the bed like a sacrifice.

Travis’ arm snaked from her thigh to her stomach, laying across her hips and holding her down as she jerked and bucked under his manipulations. He relished the feeling of her contracting around his intruding fingers. He looked up at the gagged, blind, deaf, and bound girl before him. He gave her two more broad licks from where his fingers were buried all the way to the top of her pussy, and then withdrew his fingers. He stood there a moment, watching Blake’s body heave up and down with the heavy breathing. God she’s adorable. He mused. However, he wasn’t going to let her rest long. After staring for perhaps too long he grabbed the stand with the vibrator attached and placed it against her clit before turning it on. She just needs a little more. He set the intensity to medium, a mercy in his mind, then turned and left the room to eat dinner with Amelia. “Amelia, darling, let’s have that dinner together after all! Blake is tied up at the moment and won’t be able to join us yet.” He left the door to the bedroom open so he would be able to hear the feeble moans as Blake was brought to climax time and time again while he enjoyed perfectly cooked salmon, yellow rice, and candied carrots with one of his most devoted supporters.

All too quickly it was over, her body becoming more sluggish and relaxed post orgasm. Her mind at war with itself at the enjoyment she'd gotten from this round between the two. She was supposed to hate it, to fight him at every step yet Blake now found herself in a precarious mindset. He'd kidnapped her, abused her and she'd even stabbed him yet all she could feel in this moment was contentment. He slipped from her folds and Blake let out a small noise, whether of protest or relief only she truly knew. Her head moved side to side as the bed leveled itself from him moving. She couldn't hear the vibrator being switched on and that moment of relaxation was short lived as he placed it between her legs. A groan leaving her hips as her hips bucked on instinct. Drool escaped the side of her lips around the ball gag and if her eyes hadn't been covered Travis would have seen her eyes roll into the back of her head a low hum coming from her chest as she was pulled back to the brink.

Travis enjoyed his delicious meal. Amelia, a mother of two, was quite the cook. The two of them ate, discussing her life, her family, and how her husband was doing at work. Travis barely noticed that their relationship was nothing like it use to be. Amelia had been his first full kidnapping. He had watched her for almost a month, trying to create moments where they would run into each other, but too timid to commit.. Eventually he worked up the courage to ask her on a date and she had pretty flatly refused. It was a little funny how she had once refused him, now he was the one refusing her. Enraged one night Travis had grabbed her on her way back from a night with friends as she walked past the alley he had been waiting in. He had the scar on his arm to remind him why the drugs were important to use, and he never made that mistake again. She had been brought back to his home, which a couple years ago looked very similar just with far fewer machines and toys in the crate room. He broke her down much like Blake, but Amelia was never as resilient. After that she lived with him for months before he urged her to return to her old life and start a real family. It just isn’t quite right he would tell himself. She would still come around, thought more and more infrequently as the years passed. Since Carra’s death they barely saw each other once a month anymore and the sex had stopped entirely. Regardless of how their relationship had changed, Travis loved her company. This was someone who saw him for who he was and adored him still. For a man with Travis’ ego it was crucial. She could talk plainly with him, and he with her. No hiding behind the facade he put up for the rest of the world. The dinner slipped by before Amelia finally looked at the clock on the wall. “Oh shit!” She exclaimed. “I was suppose to pick up Bradley from soccer practice like twenty minutes ago!” She quickly stood, rushing over to Travis’ chair and kneeling beside him to kiss his cheek. “Take care

of yourself, Travis. I sincerely hope this girl is everything you need. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to be that.” With that she was out the door. Travis took a moment to digest both the food and their conversation. He stood from his seat and took the dishes and empty wine bottles to the sink before remembering the girl strapped in his room. “Right. Blake.” He said to himself as he headed for the bedroom. The first thing to happen was the vibrator was shut off. Soon after her head was lifted tenderly and the strap of the ball gag was unfastened from around her neck. The ear muffs were the next to go. “Blake. Blake, darling, are you alright?” Travis’ voice was gentle can kind as he removed the blindfold from her eyes.

Much like earlier in the day Blake was once again left and forgotten to be brought over the edge of overstimulation. The vibrator while not on the highest setting was still enough to keep her body from being able to relax and recuperate from the intense release she had experienced from Tavis's tongue and fingers. Brought over the precipice of release over and over again in an unknown amount of time. She'd counted them, each and every climax. So far her body had cum four times not including the first, she was a panting and overstimulated mess as her his writhed on the bed while Travis was off doing who knew what or when he would return for her. Her moans were replaced by quiet sobs and whimpers, her mouth and jaw ached from the ball gag. Her body coated in a thick layer of sweat yet again, her wrists and ankles ached from her tugging and pulling at them and she was hungry. The smell of food had wafted into the room some time ago and with each new release she had been given the more her hunger grew. She was thirsty too and while she groaned on the bed, her head rolling side to side as tears soaked the blindfold Blake wondered if she truly had been forgotten? The thought had no sooner crossed her mind when the vibrating sensation was turned off. The instant relief that flooded her system was immediate as her whole body relaxed. Her mouth was freed next and Blake closed her mouth, a soft groan leaving her as the ear muffs were slipped from her ears. Being without sound save for her own for a time made every little sound almost seem instrumental, a musical melody as he cooed at her his worry. Whether she was alright or not was left to be seen as he tenderly slipped the blindfold up from her eyes. blankspace

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Thick lashes fluttered open, her eyes adjusting to the influx of light coming from behind Travis and for one small moment the lights glowed around his head, illuminating him and making him appear as if he was some guardian angel to come and grant her respite. She knew it wasn't the case, more like a devil in the guise of an angel was Travis and Blake's eyes watered as she curled into Travis's chest. The tears that hadn't yet dried on her cheek soaking into his shirt as she whimpered.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright.” He cradled the girl close to his chest, comforting her. He stroked the back of her head. “Shhhh, shhh. It’s over now. I have salmon, rice, and carrots waiting for you. Let’s get some food in you and get you re hydrated, alright?” He picked Blake up much like he had done when taking her out of the tub. “Here, hold on around my neck.” He urged her. He tried to nuzzle his forehead against hers. “You were amazing. Please don’t ever try to hurt yourself again. I’m- well, I’m scared to lose you, Blake. Being vulnerable isn’t really comfortable for me, but this is me being vulnerable. You’re my world. It’s only you. You intrigue me, and delight me, and you anger me. I’m- I’m completely infatuated, and I can’t watch you walk out of my life. I don’t have the strength for it.” He placed her in a chair, then scurried off to the kitchen to get the plate of food that had been left in the microwave. As promised, the plate of salmon, yellow rice, and carrots was placed in front of her along side a tall glass of water. The place was ceramic, and surprisingly so was the glass. Real cutlery sat on either side of the plate, arranged neatly.

She was a lot of things, but naive was never one of them when it came to men. Many a time in her life she'd had men whisper her promises, sweet nothings in a means to placate her mood from whatever it was that had set her off to begin with. Travis, he was no exception to this as he coddled her like she was a child. She was weak which meant he would find no resistance as he scooped her up into his arms. When his forehead moved to rub against hers she moved inwardly. Her head taking up the crook of his neck. She was the closest to him willingly that she'd ever been and probably ever would be as he carried her into the dining room, gently he deposited her into the chair and still there was no resistance from her. His words, while on the surface were sweet in tone and of meaning didn't fool Blake. It was the pattern. Punishment followed by sweetness and well worded lies. Tho<gh as Blake watched him bring in the plates she wondered if he actually thought they were sincere. Was he so delusional in his own mind? She stared down at the plate of offered food, cooked by the woman who'd said she wasn't work Travis. Where had the woman gone? As he stated at her Blake picked up the fork, her wrist protesting with a slight acid. She made for the rice first, it was light enough she hoped that her stomach wouldn't protest. "I don't like her." The first real sentence in...hours? Blake's sense of time was no longer a relevant thing. Had she been here a day? A week? It felt like an eternity. Her mouth closed around the rice, her hand pulling the fork free while her lips contained the food. It tasted well enough as she chewed and eventually swallowed it, her eyes flicking from the plate to finally look at Travis. "She insulted me." blankspace

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Blake picked up the glass, drinking from it and finding relief for her parched throat as she swallowed. The cool liquid was a godsend and this time she vowed not to vomit. She placed the cup back down and made to eat more of the food, the fork scraping quietly against the ceramic plate.

Travis nodded. “I know. It was unacceptable.” He watched her drink the water. He watched her closely, partially because he cared so deeply about her, and partially because he feared what she might do if he didn’t. “I gave her a stern reprimand for it. I don’t want you to worry about her, she’s just a friend.” He cleared his throat. “I’m a lot of things, Blake; a cook, a musician, a gentleman, but one things I’m not is a liar. I’ll always tell you the truth, I promise.” He laid his hand on her free hand. “These things are built on trust, and I want you to know two things: I will always tell you the truth and I will always do exactly what I say.” He smiled at her and rubbed her hand with his thumb. “Tell me what you want. What is it you need from me right now to feel more like yourself? Like that beautiful woman I grabbed a smoothie with the other day?”

"Her reaction was not that of just a friend..." Blake looked from the plate to Travis and back again. A strange calmness had seemed to take over Blake and whether that was a good or bad thing, she wasn't quite sure. Had she finally snapped, broken like her kidnapper had hoped to achieve, or was her will still intact? She stopped the fork for a moment from scraping across the plate, lifting it an stabbing a carrot with it. Bringing the carrot up from the plate she turned it left and right, observing it before bringing it to her lips. Her teeth clamped down, around it and Blake pulled the fork free before thoroughly chewing the vegetable. When he cleared his throat her grip on the fork became a little tighter and she turned her head fully to stare at him, the bite of carrot forcefully swallowed as she listened. She didn't believe him, not a word he had said up until this moment had she felt he'd been truthful but she wouldn't tell him that, couldn't tell him for fear that he would just lash out yet again like he had so many times when she'd upset him. His thumb rubbed back and forth against the back of her hand and her eyes fell there, watching as it moved. His compliment and question had her wanted to gag, to take the fork in her other hand to just stab him with it but she refrained, her eyes traveling uo the length of his arm until she was looking him almost in the eyes. "I want..." What did she want, or more importantly what could she ask for that he would willingly give? She couldn't ask for the obvious, to go home, he would refuse and get even more angry. No, this was more than likely a test for him, and for that her answer needed to be... "I want to sleep in a bed. Not the crate." She met his eyes then, staring at him, daring him almost to refuse her request. "It's cramped."

Travis returned her gaze, staring into her big eyes. His posture softened and he smiles a gentle, kind smile. “Of course. I was hoping you’d want to share my bed. You’re more than welcome there tonight. I’d really enjoy that, in fact.” He beamed. He patted her hand as he stood up and walked to the kitchen. “Would you like some wine? I was going to get a glass of white.” Instinctively he started pouring two glasses, not waiting for a response. “Whatever you need to feel more at home here, it’s yours. I can even ask Amelia to stop coming around if I need to. She’s just very… attached. See, she’s an ex who I had to break things off with, but she still likes to come around from time to time. I promise it’s harmless.” “My bed is yours too.” He continued. “I know I’d love the company. But if you need any special clothes, or jewelry, or you want me to cook a special meal, just say so.” Travis swirled the white liquid in his glass, inhaling the scent, pondering the notes for a moment before taking a sip. The wine glass was set down in front of her as Travis returned to his seat at the head of the table. “I really want you to feel at home here. I promise I can be accommodating when we are on the same page. I want the best for you, for us. You’re the only one. I know if sounds cheesy, but I feel like you complete me. Like you make me whole again.” Travis took another long sip of the wine, suddenly feeling quite vulnerable as he thought about how his last relationship had ended. He wasn’t sure if someone could come back from that, but he hoped Blake was the key.

Her grip on the fork became lax as he gave his consent for her to sleep in the bed. She hadn't necessarily meant his, but she would accept what she could get because at the end of the day she was still at his whim. Travis had begun to pour her wine before she could even give her own answer, though she was not surprised. Blake watched him from her seat, slowly eating the meal that had been made for her. She'd need her strength, and after the ordeal with the epi pen and then him leaving her to have multiple orgasms as he ate his own dinner she was barely functioning as it was. "You're...too kind." It was a lie, of course. Travis was anything but kind but if she wanted to get truly free she needed to stop being stupid. To not let the fear control her and to just give what he asked of her when he asked it of her until he would truly let his guard down. After all, his words had been true... Everything was built on trust and if she wanted to be able to escape? Then she would have to play the part he had forced her into. "I don't want her coming around then... if that is truly possible. She doesn't like me and she's the past. You chose me as you said, there's no need for previous...dalliances to be around." With that woman around it meant another set of eyes for Travis to watch her, to force her to do things possibly and that was something she wanted to avoid at all cost. Blake forced a smile as he said she made him feel whole again, though inside she gagged and wanted to roll her eyes, by some miracle she managed to not, and simply focused on picking up the wine glass and taking an unceremonious drink from it until it was half empty. "I want real clothes Travis. Not just robes to wear. Please." The more layers the better. "I'm glad I can be...of comfort and I..." She inhaled swirling the wine around in her glass. "I apologize for my mistakes I've made. They won't happen again, I promise." Not until I know I can do them right.

The man beamed at her. He was finally hearing all the right things and he loved it. “Yeah, yeah we can do that. I have some cute dressed in a closet that should fit you.” Travis hopped up, taking his now empty glass back to the sink. “I hope you like burgundy and mustard. I feel like half the dresses in there are one of those two colors.” He headed off down the hall, entering a room Blake hadn’t been in before. A moment later he was back with three dresses: a burgundy woven dress, a mustard fabric dress, and a dark green woven dress. He also carried a stack of silk pajamas and fresh underwear. He held them up triumphantly. “Here, you’re more than welcome to any of these. I totally get not wanting to be in a robe all the time. Here are some PJs too.” They were folded quite nicely, and if someone were to look close enough they would be able to see where sticking had been ripped out in the shape of a C and W. He sat the clothes down, waiting patiently for her decision. He was so excited to have her willing in his bed. The thought excited him. He felt the familiar ache in his pants, but did his best to calm himself. No. I need to wait for tonight. It should be special. He thought to himself.

The faint outline of letters had not been missed by Blake as she looked at the clothes. Of course the day ones would be dresses... easy access for him with minimum barriers between her body and his greedy hands. She'd skimmed over the dresses, the colors were interesting choices, but the green one had stuck out to her the most. When she'd landed her attention on the pajamas she'd reached out to feel them before she'd even thought about it. Her fingers running over the smooth and silky pajamas, or, mostly smooth pajamas. What had the CW stood for? Or the better question, who did the letters stand for? "Thank you... they look like they'll be a little big on me but...beggers can't be choosers." She forced a smile and picked up the pajamas. "Can I go and change? I'm...not that hungry." She'd wait until given permission, finishing her glass of wine, feeling any amount of alcohol would help steel her nerves for what events were to undoubtedly happen tonight. If given permission she was wipe her mouth with the provided napkin, setting her utensils on the plate neatly before getting up and taking the pajamas with her to the bathroom, once again thriving for a moment where she could be alone, and without something constantly making her do things. A moment to just breathe and try to hold onto the last tiny sliver of sanity she had left. Blake would stare into the mirror for who knew how long before undoing the robe. Her eyes only focusing on her face and not her body as she slipped into the underwear and pajamas. Taking her time to do each and every button with care. Her fingers traced over the faint imprint of the letters she'd noticed before. Who are you? Or was it were? She asked mentally, her heart wishing for one thing while her mind knew the likelihood that it was the other. blankspace

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When she would finally exit the bathroom she'd seek out where ever Travis was, listening for any sound which would indicate which room he had gone to. Her mind as ready as it could be for spending more time with him.

The pajamas were handed to her without resistance. “Yeah, sorry if they aren’t quite your size. Maybe this weekend I can run out and get some new ones made. I’d love to get them monogrammed for you, just like mine!” He sounded cheerful. “Yeah, yeah, go get changed. I’m gonna clean up these dishes.” Travis pulled out his phone as he collected the dishes and watched her disappear down the hall. True to his word he started washing the dishes from dinner, though he kept a close eye on the girl via the feed on his phone. He was thrilled she was being more receptive to him, but he knew better than to take it purely at face value. He’d taken Carra at face value, and then she’d made him kill her. His fist tightened around the sponge as the memory of her lifeless corpse flashed through his mind. That face, frozen forever with an expression of shock, the dead eyes staring unfocused at the ceiling. Travis stumbled back from the sink and braced himself on the opposite counter. He hadn’t even realized the panic attack was taking him until it was already upon him. Travis threw the sponge back into the sink with the last of the plate he hadn’t washed and scooped up his phone, cradling it as he looked down at the image of Blake. He stroked the screen and walked to the couch, practically falling into a corner seat as he worked to slow his breathing. “Not again. Never again. This time will be different. It has to be.” He whispered to himself. He grabbed the blanked off the back of the couch and threw it over his lap as he pulled his knees to his chest. As he heard the bathroom dope open he grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. “Over here, Blake!” He called out in the steadiest voice he could manage. “I figured we could have a movie night before we turn in tonight.”

She was relived to find him sitting on the couch instead of already in his bedroom, the idea of moving into there right off the bat was... not ideal. Blake couldn't tell why, but something felt off as she looked at him before taking a seat on the couch an arms length of space between them. More than likely that wouldn't satisfy Travis but she couldn't force herself to be so close to him yet. He was suffocating and that wasn't an understatement. "A movie?" She wasn't even sure she could find enjoyment in such a thing with him practically breathing down her neck. Blake wondered what her mother was doing right now, was she worried? Did she perhaps think Blake was ignoring her on purpose? What about Taylor? Had she realized something was wrong? God, she hoped people were actively trying to find her. She didn't think she would be able to survive this much longer. Pulling her feet close to her chest she wrapped her arms around them, her chin moving to rest on them. "I'm not big on horror films..." It took a lot to try and just have a normal conversation with Travis, and as she let her eyes flick to where he sat she dug her nails into her arm, already seeing that he didn't like the space between them.

“Nah, I’m not much into horror movies either. Slasher films freak me out. I hate all the blood.” Travis turned on some comedy that had released earlier that year about Jonah Hill and Rebel Wilson smuggling drugs into Canada to pay for a friend’s cancer treatment. Travis didn’t seem as interested in the movie as he did about the young lady on the couch next to him. “Come over and snuggle up under this blanket. It will keep you nice and warm.” Travis outstretched his arm and beckoned Blake to come settle in next to him. He’s mood had been all over the place that day and he was looking for the comfort and companionship he so longed for in Blake. He’d broken someone down to unparalleled adoration before, and he hoped he could do it again. She’s different from the rest. The voice of doubt echoed in his mind. No, I can make her mine. I have to. She’s the one and I need her. He reminded himself. He knew what he wanted, even though he wasn’t entirely sure how to get it. Blake had already resisted more staunchly than Amelia, although he supposed Carra never broke even after a month of his manipulations. He hoped Blake had just enough of a fighter’s spirit that he could mold that drive into a force for himself and wield it as a tool, a weapon of his will. She had the spark. It’s what he admired most about her. He just wasn’t sure if he could draw it out.

His request for her to join him had been heard and she would respond though reluctantly. Inch by inch before she was right next to him. Blake could feel the warmth radiating from him though her eyes remained on the television. She had curled her legs underneath her in hopes he would keep his hands away from between her thighs. The fear still there that he would take from her under false pretenses. Her arms she wrapped them around her own waist in an attempt to comfort herself. Blake tried to mimic being relaxed, willing her body to cooperate at least in this instance. She could think things all day long but her body had a habit of betraying her and getting her into situations and with Travis's emotions being a rollercoaster she didn't want to risk setting him off again. The promising comfort of an actual mattress too good to pass up.

Travis wrapped his arm around Blake’s shoulder, pulling her in snug against him. He kissed the top of her head, inhaling the smell of her hair as he did. He rested his head on hers and covered her lap with the blanket. With the arm around her neck he wasted no time in casually placing his hand on her chest inside the delicate sink top. “I’m really glad you’re here with me, B. I’ve been feeling so lost in the world. You’ve really changed that for me. You’re like a light in my darkness. I love that about you. You’re one in a hundred million. I know I’m not always the easiest guy to get along with, to love, but I hope your starting to see how much I care about you. You give me life and purpose. I hope one day you realize that I do the same for you. “We’re matching energies in a chaotic and disorganized world, you know? We’re the kind of people who want to bring order to the chaos. To master it. There’s beauty in taming chaos, isn’t there?” Travis’ breath came hot against her ear as he rambled. He free hand quietly traced its way up her arm before wrapping around her throat, squeezing gentle, but firm. The hand in her shirt groaned her left breast. “You aren’t ready to know me yet. Not fully. But I hope you’re ready soon.” His tongue licked her ear from the edge of her lobe all the way to the top edge. With that he turned his attention back to the movie, resting his head on hers, gripping her throat, and a hand tucked inside her shirt caressing a boob.

He was attempting to be sincere with how was saccharine he was being but Blake wouldn't fall for it. Travis was the type who did everything with a purpose, much like she was. When he threw the blanket over her lap and kissed the top of her head it took everything inside of her not to cringe, to automatically pull away from him. His arm wrapped around her neck like a snake, coiling itself around her and staking it's claim. Goosebumps spread across her skin and Blake closed her eyes for a moment to try and adjust. He was taking liberties with her he felt like he deserved, and every ounce of her body hated it though it reacted to him as if already conditioned. Her nails dug into her waist as she tried to focus on whatever movie he had put on but it was excessively hard. The nickname nearly threw her for a look and she just chuckled nervously. His words were meant to be a comfort, but all they did was to drive a deeper wedge of discontent. Eyes shutting briefly again she steadied herself. "I can't believe that you feel that way..." A truth, but a tame enough one that she felt that she could give. "I'm... young, and don't know about a lot of that but." She glanced at him then sucked in a breath. "I'm learning from you in the time we have been together." Somewhat truth, still relatively easy to say. Travis stroked her breast and she shivered, biting the inside of her cheek. She hated it, the way his hand moved as he rambled. His breath hot in her ear made her nauseous but she kept still. His fingers wrapped around her neck and she sucked in a breath as he slowly began to squeeze. Her heart hammered inside her chest wondering what he was going to do next. His tongue traced her ear and she bit her inner cheek even harder. blankspace

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When he finally seemed to turn his attention back to the movie with his head rested on hers she wondered if she should have let it end there, but her mouth spoke before she could think better of it. The words coming out between them as her eyes focused in on Rebel Wilson's character. "I hope that I too, will get to the point that I get to know you..." So that I can use it against you.

Travis explored her chest for a while, content to be next to his lover. Well, mostly content. It wasn’t long, before he was bored. The fidgeting came first, trying to distract himself with he nipple as he pulled and tugged on it lightly. He took a deep sigh, lifting his head from hers then laying it down again. He adjusted the blanket more than once. The hand down her shirt wasn’t distracting him any longer. He had been trying to put off going to bed as long as possible, but the anticipation felt like a million ants eating him from the inside out. “Okay, I can’t wait anymore.” Travis said abruptly. He grabbed the remote and clicked off the TV. He sat up from his corner and took Blake’s hands in his own as he turned to face her. “B, I’ve been dying to get you in my bed. You said you’d join me, and I just can’t wait any longer. Let’s head to bed now.” His voice was eager. In his mind this woman wanted him back and it overjoyed him. He needed her, badly. His mind raced thought all the different ways he wanted her and her body. He could hardly contain the throbbing in his pants as he imagined burying himself in her sweetness again.

Like a true child Travis had lost interest in the film in a matter of minutes, seemingly more content with manipulating her nipple whichever way he could as he pinched, pulled and kneaded. She'd grown to ignore it. The wine he had given her with her dinner taking giving her just enough don't give a fuck juice to let him do that without wanting to run. He adjusted the blanket several times and Blake was beginning to get frustrated, though that frustration would be soon replaced with dread as he moved to shut off the television. His abrupt declaration had her biting the inside of her cheek as he took her hands in his own. He turned on the couch and she did as well almost as if she were but a mirror. Her eyes focused on the way he spoke, the way the corners turned up or down depending on which word he was pronouncing. It would be a full minute after he had spoken that she'd register in her mind that she should also respond. Her lips parted and closed like a fish before she just nodded. "I am pretty tired." She wouldn't be getting sleep, she knew, he wanted one thing from her in that bed and if she didn't deliver Blake knew she would end up back in the dog crate or worse. With his hands in hers she stood up, for one blessed moment she was the one hovering over him instead of the other way around. Her eyes were half lidded as she looked down at him, pulling one of her hands free while the other remained in his right hand. She pulled him up before she swiveled around and began to head towards his room. It was time to put on the act of her life, to dawn the mask that she hadn't needed to use since her junior year in high school.

Travis body had a mind of it’s own as he stood from the couch and followed the short girl. It was fortunate his body moved of it’s own accord as his head was swimming with visions of Blake. It could focus on nothing else. He held her hand as he trailed behind taking in the swaying of her body, the bounce of her hair with every step. Travis’ mind wandered momentarily as he thought back to the first time Amelia had led him back to the same room. Is it all the same? Does history just repeat itself? He mused. No. This is different. She’s different. Something is.. His mind held the thought for a moment as he paused in the doorway. He stared into the room where he had taken Amelia. Where he had taken Carra. Where he was taking Blake. He thought on Blake’s glances, her expressions. There was more there. Something below the surface. Was it adoration like Amelia? Was it desperation like Carra? Maybe it was something else entirely. His hand slipped from Blake’s. He stood in the door way, eyeing her. He was suspicious. He knew he was moving too quickly, and for the first time in days his logical mind was whispering in his ear. He wanted a display of her loyalty. He leaned against the doorway, eyes looking her head to toe. “Why don’t you hop do a little strip tease for me before you hop in bed?”

A strip tease, a test. Blake couldn't fault the psychotic man that leaned against the doorframe. She'd been leading him to the room much like her first attempt and where had that gotten him? He'd been stabbed in the gut. At that recollection her eyes went from his face and down to where she knew his wound still was. How deep had the knife gone? Did it still bother him every time it moved? Her breathing hitched and her eyes flicked back up to his face. "A s-strip tease?" She wasn't confident in the slightest. Her mind faltering between the good girl persona she had dawned since a young age. That mask had been on so long and so well she had even begun to believe it herself. At some point with the last forty-eight hours Travis had begun to crack that facade. Her eyes looked away as if she were a a timid and frightened bird. Her hands rose to the buttons of her silk top as her heart beat against her ribcage. One agonizingly slow button at a time Blake would reveal her cream colored chest until no buttons were left. The silky material practically slipping off her shoulder as just the slightest shrug. Her right hand moved to assist, her eyes still on anything but Travis as she turned so that her back was facing him. One shoulder free and Blake let it slip off her arm completely, her eyes glancing over her shoulder at him to make sure he was exactly where he had been. blankspace

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Another arm free and she let the material fall to the floor as she turned back around. Her left arm wrapped around her breasts to keep them from being fully on display. Her cheeks were red and her lip trembled as she realized she would need both hands to slip out of the pants. Her eyes shutting as her body trembled. Her hands moved to the elastic hem, her thumbs sliding beneath the fabric as she removed both panties and silk pajama bottoms. Now fully bare she used one hand to cover her breasts, the other to cover the soft chocolate colored triangle of public hair over her mound. She'd remain still underneath Travis's watchful gaze, her breathing slightly erratic as she awaited his permission to get into the bed.

Travis watched her closely, his keep eye observing every movement, every nervous tick. He felt more and more his hunch was correct. This girl wasn’t as eager for him as she let on. Travis watched as the silk pajama pants and underwear hit the ground. He frowned. She’s not even into this. He thought to himself. I need her to want me. Why is she so difficult? If she wants to pretend let’s he just how far she is willing to go. “Blake darling, why don’t you hop up in that bed and spread your legs for me?” He had to be sure before he lost focus and allowed himself to be lost in her again. He’d almost allowed himself to be lost in her again, but he literally had the scar to remind him why that was a bad idea. He was grateful he had seen clarity before she went for his throat next time.

He was still reluctant it seemed as he frowned as she did her little spin before she turned around fully. Her eyes moving to look at his face as his body weight shifted though he made no motion to move from his spot. His command while posed as a question wasn't truly a question Blake nodded her head as a response regardless. Turning towards the bed and climbing up until she was in the very center. She grabbed a pillow as she took a breath moving it to where her head would fall before she laid down on her back. Her hair fanned around the pillow as she looked at him from her new position. The color of his sheets complimented her porcelain skin as her legs slowly moved, her feet flat on the bed while her thighs spread open. Blake knew what he was looking for, he wanted her eager, willing. She was not those things but as her eyes closed for a moment and she took a deep breath the shaking she had stilled. Her hands moved to caress down her curves as she spread her legs even wider. Her hips lifted slightly off the bed as she repositioned herself just so that she was exposed all to him. She could feel his eyes on her, like little daggers scraping across her skin. Her eyes would open then, directly looking at his shadowed form as he leaned against the doorframe still. Her voice would come out smooth, very much unshaken like it had been before when she had stripped. A flip had been switched inside her mind. Blake's tongue darted out to wet her lips before she uttered the whispered words. "...Are you not coming to bed?"

Travis pushed himself out of his lean and back to both feet. His mind raced. He wasn’t expecting so much composure from her. The change was startling. The voice, the confidence, the poise. Something strange is going on. His mind warned. He approached the bed cautiously, perplexed at the sudden change in demeanor. He stood at the edge of the bed, looking down on her vulnerable form and she stared back at him with those big eyes. Gods, he wanted her. Her eyes! That’s what is different! There was something new there. Something he’d only seen glimpses of. The spark. Great feats of love require greater leaps of faith. He assured himself. “Scoot your head to my edge of the bed. I want you to pleasure yourself while your stare up at me. I won’t join you until then.” He spoke in a firm tone. He was going to put it all on the line for her.

She hadn't held her breath as he shoved off the doorframe, her breathing remained calm as her chest rose and fell with a slowness. Her eyes tracked his movements as he approached the bed like a startled gazelle. He had every right to be weary, if one were to ask Blakely how she felt in that moment she would have compared herself to a wild cat, perhaps a panther even, waiting for it's prey to get within pouncing range. A mistake had been made the previous time when she'd had a weapon in her hand and though she didn't have a true one to use in this moment she did have an important one. Her body. He wanted it and even though his guard was on high alert she knew he couldn't keep himself from giving in to his desires. He'd directed her and she obeyed, no reluctance in her movements what so ever, her head coming to rest right on the edge of the bed while her legs remained spread for him. He hadn't told her she couldn't so she wouldn't. He'd told her to pleasure herself and that was something she was confident she could do. She'd trust her body to herself before anyone else any day. Blakely knew what she liked and what she needed to do to achieve her goal and tonight she would do precisely that. Her hands moved to readjust her hair, moving it all to one side so it wouldn't be pulled or get too tangled as she did what had been demanded. Once satisfied she moved her hands down her neck, wrapping her fingers around it delicately before her fingers trailed lower still, her thumbs and forefingers pinching her nipples as she stared up at him. Over her abdomen where goosebumps formed until her hands made it to her thighs. One hand stayed on her thigh while her left one moved to stroke her folds. Her hips lifted off the mattress and her lips parted, sucking in a breath as her fingers broke the boundary.

Travis was once again completely lost in this woman. He hadn’t realized yet he’d stopped breathing. He stared down at this girl with gorgeous skin, so perfectly offset by his sheets. He followed her hand from the dark, curly hair beside her ivory face, to her cute, perky tits as she pinched and manipulated her nipples to a point. His heard was pounding inside his chest as her hands drifted down her abdomen to her sex. As the her fingers slid in a quiet, drawn out “fuuuuuuuck” left Travis’ lips. He couldn’t wait any longer. He would either trust this woman with everything, with his very manhood, or it was all for nothing. He pushed his pants and boxer briefs to the floor, his cock sprung out above Blake’s face. His testicles dangled barely an inch above her forehead. His hard dick practically vibrated with anticipation. He practically pleaded with her. “I want you to suck me.” Every molecule of his body was abuzz with expectant energy. He had have her tonight. His manhood twitched above her face, patiently waiting for the attention it craved so badly.

She'd barely even begun to pleasure herself when he let out a low moaned fuck, his eyes practically glued to her form with every breath she took and every movement of her hand. Her eyes had stayed true, watching ever twitch of his face and before long he pulledndown his pants and boxers, his cock finally being freed from the confines of his clothing. It loomed over her face like a beast, it's rigidness demanding attention from her as he spoke the very words. Her fingers slipped from her folds and brought up to her lips where she would take them into her mouth. Her tongue wrapping around them as she tasted her own juices on them, a soft sigh escaping her as she let him see what he wanted her to do to him before she so much as even moved in that direction. She popped her fingers free from her mouth before rolling over and getting on her hands and knees, crawling until she was on the very edge of the bed. Sitting back on her haunches Blakely took him into her hands, stroking him with just the faintest of touches. "You want me to suck you off... but I thought I was supposed to pleasure myself Travis... What about me?" Her bottom lip came out into a pout, her thumb tracing around the head of his cock.

Travis’ eyes were pleading as he watched her taste herself. There was no way around it; he was a man in love. In this moment he was the last person on earth to come to the conclusion that he was obsessed with Blake Fulton. He was desperate for her. In the back of his mind a part of him reveled that he had been correct about her. She was the girl of his dreams. His soulmate. He could barely contain himself as she her fingers touched his stiff member. He released the breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding. Had Travis been any weaker of a man be would have painted her face in cum right then and there. He help firm, determined to hold out just a little longer. Her question struck him. He always thought he was a generous lover, and here we was putting himself first. Moreover, she wanted to get off with him. The thought thrilled him. “Hang on, I’ll take care of you.” With on swift motion grabbed the girl’s hips and lifted her little frame. For a moment her stood there, holding her upside down against him, his cock jammed in her face and her eager hole in front of his mouth. He fell backward onto the bed, bringing her down on top of him before he set to work on her flower, his tongue quickly diving in to explore every fold of her sex.

When he'd said for her to hold on she hadn't thought he meant literally and when he picked her up by her hips, her head down she sucked in a breath. The disorientation that he'd caused made her head swim as she looked at his legs. A small yelp leaving her as his cock slipped from her hands. He was utterly mad and when he fell back om the bed taking her with him she had to hold her breath to brace herself for the fall. She'd barely released that breath when she felt his mouth on her womanhood. His tongue had dove right in, waiting no time as he began to eat her out. Her thighs squeezed each side of his head, her hips grinding into his face as her hand moved to grip him tight. Possibly a little tighter than he might have locked as her breath cascaded over the head of his cock. Her words coming out with a slight growl. "Ever... eager...are we?" Her nails of her right hand dug into his thigh. If he was trying to throw her off her plan it wouldn't work. Her mouth opening to allow her tongue put to flick against his head. Lips enveloped him sucking him lightly before opening more widely, she'd take him slowly into her mouth and then abruptly pull off leaving him wanting. Blakely would repeat this process all the while her hand pumped his meat up and down, her tongue flicking before her lips suckled, her mouth going all the way down on him until he touched the back of her throat and caused her to gag. She wanted to drive him wild, to make him so addicted to her that he'd likely give her whatever itnis she wanted save for letting her go. Blake should have done this before, to realize just how much her body was the weapon. Blakely had known it, had used it before but she'd been locked up for so long... So what if Travis hit her around every now and then? She could take it, and she could give it...in time...

Travis’ tongue swirled inside Blake’s tight hole. It thrust and worked its way deep inside her before with drawling to devour her sweetness with ever lap of of his broad tongue. He reached up and took hold of her asscheeks, squeezing them tight and encouraging the thrusting and humping of her hips. He kneaded each ass cheek like fresh dough. He spread them, one finger prodding her rosebud as he pinned her against his mouth. As she licked, and subsequently swallowed him he moaned into her pussy. His hips bucked, trying to bury himself in her throat. His cock throbbed in her mouth, aching for release. Each time her lips left him he groaned his disapproval into her sex. His hips thrust upward with her strokes, desperate to feel he mouth again. He was a man lost in the throes of passion. He redoubled his efforts on consuming her entirely. His tongue working overtime in conjunction with little nips and bites at her thighs, lips, and even once biting her clit softly as her lips left his cock again. His tongue flicked and circled her button, set on sending her crashing over the edge into ecstasy.

He was literally tongue fucking her with the intent to get her to cum and Blakely wondered who would win the race first. Sure she had said something about her own enjoyment but she hadn't actually cared. Yet as he kneaded her ass like it was a ball of dough and his hips thrust upwards into the palms of her hand she couldn't help the chuckle that escaped her. He was ever eager and it was in that moment that in this back and forth that Blakely decided she needed to win. The game had already begun some time ago, and so far Travis had the most points... but that wouldn't be for long. No, she would show him what it was that he truly wanted, what he needed and she wouldn't break. Not for him, not for anyone. He nipped, he suckled, he thrust his tongue in and out of her pussy with reckless abandon. She moaned then, as his teeth grazed her clit, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she shoved her hips onto his face. Her pussy covering both his nose and mouth as her slickness coated him. At the very same moment she shoved all of him into her mouth until he touched the back of her throat and further still. Her tongue massaging the underside of his cock as her throat and chest rumbled with a moan. Her mouth watered and her eyes just as she moved her head side to side before she began to really pump her head up and down, giving him the throat fucking he had so desperately wanted.

Travis had a feeling he was quickly slipping to the losing side as he desperately tried to maintain his composure. Her mouth and tongue were working their magic and it was only a matter of time before he lost this fight. However he wasn’t going quietly. He growled desperately into her pussy he explored her depths frantically. Travis’ intrusive fingers pressed against her asshole with more and more pressure until finally his index finger slipped inside her. He pushed it all the way to the final knuckle before beginning to quickly thrust it in and out of her tight hole. His hips bucked out of time. He knew he’d lost, but he wanted to make her pay for her little victory. In a swift movement Travis swung his legs up over Blake’s bobbing head, bringing them down on the back of her neck, interlocking his legs, and savagely forcing himself fully into her throat. He moaned at the sensation, finally content with his performance. He held her face airtight against his pelvis as his hips bucked, his breath was ragged and quick between her thighs, and his cock twitched inside her throat. An instant later his cum was blasting into her throat with incredible force. His dick twitched and lurched, emptying every last drop from his balls into his lover’s stomach. Defeated, Travis collapsed on the bed. His head fell from pussy, finger withdrawn from her ass, arms splayed out as his legs released the back of her head. He was totally spent.

His growl had almost done Blakely in, that primal need that she felt in the recess of Blake's mind... Her entire body shuddered with the intensity in which he fucked her with his tongue. He ate at her like a savage beast who wanted to devour it's prey. Blakely had begun to moan when she'd felt his legs on the back of her head, she'd not been given any chance to prepare as he shoved her head down, his hips bucking upwards until he thrust the entirety of his cock into her mouth. She gagged, her unable to breathe as he hounded her pussy and throat in a discordant pattern. His finger unrelenting inside the puckered tightness of her anus. The pain mixed with the pleasure was all too much. She'd almost lost it, lost the leverage she had had yet as she groaned around his thickness, her throat constricting as it was fucked she felt the moment when his body tensed, his hot seed shooting down her throat like a hook and anchor. Settling into her stomach. Just a second after and Blakely felt her vision grow dark around the edges, her vision blurred as her own release erupted like a violent storm. Her cream dripping out of her cunt and onto Travis's waiting tongue. Only when he collapsed, his finger pulled from her ass with no ceremony and his legs freed her neck did Blakely attempt to move, her body falling onto the bed beside him in a panting mess. Sweat coated her body as she rolled onto her back, her eyes shutting as she savored the moment. She had one, this time.

Travis’ chest heaved, savoring the afterglow. He hand rested on Blake’s smooth thigh. “Tha- that’s good. Good girl.” He laid there for a moment, his cock wilting slightly. But he didn’t continue to wind down. It was only a moment before he opened an eye, looking over at the girl laying next to him. “Blak- Blake.” He patted her thigh again. His thick rod already starting it’s return to full mast. He patted his own pelvis. “Hop up. I know you’ve got one more in you.”

Her eyes had still been closed when he placed his hand on her thigh, his praise rolled through her and settled into her core, her abdomen clenching as she sucked in deep breaths in through her nose, out through her mouth. He'd called Blake and her head turned to the side, a loose wavy curl falling into her face and obscuring her eyes from him slightly. His statement was true, though Blakely didn't automatically roll over and climb up like he so requested, instead she took more breaths, in through her nose, out through her mouth. Her hand moving to her breast as she counted her heartbeats. She wouldn't have long, she felt it but she would do this. Not because he told her to, but because she wanted to. Another few heartbeats and breaths into her lungs and moved to climb atop him, one thigh slinging over his waist while her hand positioned his cock just right. Dark eyes looked down at him pale hued eyes stared down at him, her lips curved in a slight frown as the hand wrapped around his cock released him. Without preamble she slid down his cock, giving her pussy a moment to adjust before she began to truly move. Her hips gyrating like the tide of the ocean, slow and sensual. Blakely held his gaze, her hand moving up her body before she ran a hand through her hair. "Call me Blakely." Her voice held a roughness to it, likely caused from the way he had fucked her throat so roughly, or possibly something else entirely. It reminded one of a smoky room, of wine and chocolate. Desire made incarnate.

Travis stared at her with a wanton look, eager for her again. As she climbed over him he gripped her right thigh and left side. He let out a long groan as she took hold of him and then sank onto with yearning dick. She felt incredible. Travis was a man lost in the ocean of this moment, threatened to be pulled under by the waves of her manipulations. Surely, he would drown in her desire. As she began to rock back and forth he gripped her thigh and side, pulling her onto his cock as deep as he could wedge himself inside. As she spoke, recognition filled his eyes. Travis smiled up at this new person in his life. It’s possible she was the object of his affection all along, and it was so good to finally meet her. “Blakely, I think I’ve been waiting my entire life to meet you right here in this moment.” His hand trailed from her side to her perky little breast. “I think we will have a wonderful time together.”

He pulled her down until he hilted, his cock pressing into her tight pussy, her walls clenched around him, her nails pressing into his chest as she slowly began to grind against him. The feel of his head pressing with full pressure against her walls had her mouth falling slightly ajar, her head falling backwards as she let out a small moan. Too long she had been deprived of her baser instincts. Too long had the soft spoken one been at the forefront of their shared mind. The switch only ever being granted when things became too much for the simple hearted girl. Blakely stared down at Travis as he smiled, her hands slowly sliding up his arm as he groped her breast, interlocking her fingers with his own she made his hand go higher, up over her sternum, spreading his fingers until they wrapped around her throat. Squeezing lightly she smiled down at him, her hips continuing the slow and sensual pace. A soft sigh escaping her. "Yes, you have." The corner of her lips turned upward, a devilish smirk spreading across her face as she directed him to squeeze her throat harder. "Now shut up...and enjoy." Her eyes shut and if he did in fact begin to squeeze her like she wanted she would moan, her pace beginning to pick up.

Travis squeezed Blakely’s throat, reveling in her moans and gyrations. He constricted her windpipe and arteries, slowing the flow of air to her lungs and blood to her brain. He continued to thrust upwards into her as best he could, though he was merely her puppet at this point. This was a woman he could die for. He pulled one hand from her throat to grab a handful of her ass. He adored her perky little ass and couldn’t help himself from grabbing it at any chance he got. He loved her riding him, but he wanted more. Always more. In a swift motion he flipped the woman onto her back, taking her legs and placing them on his shoulders as he took control. He kept her pinned to the bed via the hand around her throat as he lifted her asa slightly to pound into her with all his weight. He fucked her with reckless abandon as he started to impact her with long, deep strokes of his cock. He leaned in as he fucked her half folded over herself. He was face to face, nose to nose with this mysterious woman. “Kiss me.” He muttered. It wasn’t a command like he had given her earlier in the day. It came from a place of deep need and desire.

He squeezed, his hands fitting perfectly around her throat as she continued to ride him. Her moans coming out barely audible from the force he used and she relished it. The lack of oxygen being granted giving her a sense of euphoria as one of his hands moved to grip her ass. He was rough and when Blakely would have tried to take it a step further he beat her to the punch. One moment she was in control and the next she was flipped onto her back, his cock pounding into her as her legs draped over his shoulders. Her ass hovering in the air as he well and truly fucked her was glorious, the pleasure and pain mixing together as he folded her like an origami. Long and hard he thrust into her aching cunt his face so close she could feel his ragged breaths wash over her face, the smell of the wine he'd had earlier overtaking her senses. 'Kiss me' Not a command or demand but a desperate plea to feel their connection more than his cock or her dripping pussy could do. Blakely was nothing like the other version of herself, so too was she desperate for the passion, the all consuming fire to feel alive. Her eyes searched his own, that spark he had once seen now a raging inferno as her lips clashed into his own. Her walls clenching around him, trying to consume him as her tongue forced itself into his mouth.

Travis’ tongue dueled with Blakely’s as his heart pounded in his chests. This was the culmination of everything he wanted. He could not be any physically closer to her, and yet he yearned to melt into her completely. Travis gave Blakely everything he had left. He knew he was fast approaching another climax but he felt this one was different, as if it would join them together forever. Tether their souls. He pounded her with long, deliberate strokes as his lips maintained their lock with hers, unwilling to part with them for even an instant. He held her throat, the other hand gripping her little waist as they made their rough, passionate love. His breathing grew ragged and hot as he breathed through his nose, not daring to let her lips go for fear they might never come back.

She felt as every part of him seemed to swell, their tongues dancing as his cock slid in and out of her needy cunt. Blakely was so slick with desire as his hand continued to grip her throat while the other held her waist with almost a bruising intensity. Let him leave his mark. Let him consume me. Her thoughts echoed in her mind with intent as she rolled her hips. His cock pressing into her most sensitive spot as she clamped those muscles around the girth of him. Blakely moaned into his mouth, her tongue pressing and coaxing against his own. Blakely's nails dug into his shoulders, raking along his skin and leaving her own version of marks. The intensity in which she rode him became harder and faster, her tits bouncing as her rock hard nipples flicked repeatedly against his chest. Pretty soon she felt her walls clench of their own accord, a tense ache began to form in her core. Growing and expanding until her eyes shut, her hands stilled as the slapping of their bodies seem to become amplified. She was going to cum and it was going to be intense. She withdrew her tongue but didn't stop from kissing him, Travis seeming to want to keep their bodies connected in every way he possibly could. One more rolling tide of her hips and her entire body erupted with the most extraordinary climax she had ever experienced since coming into existence. Her pussy clamped down around him urging him to join her in the euphoric release that was their lovemaking.

Travis moaned into her mouth, his hand leaving her throat in favor of the back of her head. He adjusted his arms to let Blakely’s legs fall to his sides, hoping she would choose to wrap them around his waist in these final moments. He released her side to instead grab her thigh, feeling that smooth skin under his strong hand. The passion in him rose like the swelling sea. With his hand on her head and gripping her thigh he collided with her, lips mashed together as the wave began to crash. He buried himself in his lover, enveloped by her spasming, squeezing lust. With one final thrust his cock twitched just before he began to cum, hard. Hot ropes of cum spewed into her most guarded places. Again and again he pushed against her, ensuring he was full inside her, groaning against her lips and wave after wave of ecstasy crashed through him and into her. He filled her completely, releasing a passion he had never experienced before. Travis couldn’t help but think they were now joined forever. For the first time in what felt like a thousand years he released her lips, taking the time to stare into Blakely’s eyes. He held himself in place as the aftershocks shook him sporadically. He held Blakely’s head and thigh, breathing her in as he just watched her, taking her in. “Blakely, I love you.”

As if she could sense what he wanted Blakely's legs had indeed wrapped around him, refusing to let him move from her clutches. Moaned kisses, hands touching and gripping wherever they could had. A desperate need to find the other half of their missing souls. Travis tensed, his entire body seemingly in the moment growing to a greater size as rope after rope of his seed shot into her depths. He was unrelenting in his thrusts and so too was Blakely with the way her hips rolled against him, taking everything he had. Her forehead fell against Travis's as her cries were consumed into his mouth. Devouring them much like her cunt had devoured his seed. Only after the last wave of her release did Blakely feel as if she could finally breathe. Travis's lips released her own, her breath finally coming back into her lungs. Her eyes searching his as her body twitched and throbbed trying to reacclimate. A soft laugh escaped her lips, her eyes drifting shut for just a moment before opening them again, her breath washing over his face as he made his declaration of love. That spark that he had seen so long ago seemed to amplify in that moment. Her cheeks were flushed from the exertion of their romp and her heart beat wildly, her bottom lip going between her teeth before she claimed his mouth, her tongue tracing his bottom lip before kissing him so deeply that his oxygen would be momentarily deprived. When she pulled away Blakely pulled back, her teeth taking his lip with her and pulling it taut until she released it. "I know."

Travis smiled against her lips. He growled slightly at the pain from her biting his lip, but loved every second of it. ’I know.’ Typical cocky Blakely. He thought to himself, more adoring of her than ever. He wanted to crawl into her arms forever. He’d never felt so safe and completely understood by someone before. Travis collapsed onto the bed next to Blakely, exhausted and still panting. He reached over to her and took her hand, placing it on his chest. “I’m so lucky I found you.” He said absentmindedly, starting to lose the battle with his eyelids. With little warning he grabbed the small woman and pulled her up to the pillows with him. He tossed blankets over the two of them and pulled her close. “I just want to be close to you tonight.” He whispered to her. “I can’t think of where else in the world I’d rather be than with you, right here, right now.” He kissed her cheek, unable to stop himself from being affectionate.

Travis's hand took hers, moving it so that it was laying on his chest, a small smile forming on her lips as he stated he was lucky. Her own eyes drifted shut for a moment, her own feeling heavy as well from the exertion of their activities. "I'm...glad you did." She let out a small mewling yawn, her body stretching just before he grabbed her, pulling her so easily up to the pillows and covering both of them with a blanket. He pulled her close and her body practically flush with his. "Get as close as you want..." Her hand rose up to stroke his chin, her fingertips tickled by his facial hair. He kissed her cheek and the faint blush that spread across her cheeks seemed almost out of place on her face. The softness giving a hint at her true feelings though she had yet to actually say much. He had brought her out of the shadows, handing her the reins of her life and for however long she was here she would make the most of it. Though Travis has pulled her close it had seemed that Blakely didn't think they were close enough, her leg carefully was draped around his hip falling just below is wound that Blake had done. It was almost out of character for the more timid half, though if she was honest Blakely was very proud of her. Never before had she done something such as that... Tilting her head up to look at Travis Blakely let her fingers move down to his wound. Careful not to actually touch it she traced around it, only touching where the skin faded from an ugly red to a soft pink. She had marked him and now Blakely wanted to leave her own out of jealousy. blankspace

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Rolling half onto him she moved her hand to push his chin so that he would look at her before he succumbed to sleep. When his eyes fell on her once again Blakely slowly would bend her head down, her lips parting as she clamped her teeth down right above his heart. There was clear intent with what she was doing, biting hard enough that she could taste the metallic tang of his blood as her tongue traced over the skin. Only when she was sure her teeth would be imprinted and that it would likely bruise only then did she release. Her head laying down right beside the love bite, her ear flush with his chest where the soft thumping of his heart could be heard.

Travis fell asleep holding his paramour, one arm around her shoulder holding her close, the other gently gripping her thigh. The last thing he saw as he drifted off to sleep was Blakely’s beautiful, pale face. Travis slept deeply that night, better than he had in a long time. His resting face only contorting slightly as the teeth sunk into his flesh. Besides that he rested soundly. Travis held Blakely close through the whole night, not willing to break their closeness even in rest. He had finally found her, she was here now, and her skin felt like heaven against his own. He would never let her go or lose her again.

She woke slowly, her mind heavy and foggy as her arm moved to stretch. Her pillow was oddly warm as a yawn escaped her lips. Despite the headache she felt pulsing inside her skull Blake had slept really well, almost too well. When her eyes finally fluttered opened she realized that it hadn't been a pillow at all. In fact, her head was resting on Travis's chest, the rise and fall of his chest even and controlled, indicating he was still asleep. Why was she laying so snuggled up next to him? This was her captor, the man who had pulled her from her dorm building and had drugged her, had left her strapped to a sex bench where he made her have- No, she couldn't think of that. Bile rose up in her throat. She needed to get out of his grasp, his hands still wrapped around her as he seemingly rested comfortably. Swallowing the acrid acid back down she slowly moved to lift his arm, every action agonizingly slow as to try not to wake him. He was too close, too everything. Gently she placed his arm on the bed, sliding down to the end of the bed. Blake held her breath, her eyes shutting as her heart beat loudly. It was only when she was finally at the edge of the bed and rising from it that she realized what must have transpired. Why hadn't she remembered it? Had he drugged her again? Sick to her stomach she silently ran for the bathroom that was not in his room. Shutting the door and running to the toilet where whatever contents had remained in her stomach came out.

Travis woke at the sound of a door closing. “Beautiful?” He asked still sleepy. He stretched in bed before rolling out to put his feet on the ground. He pulled on his pajama bottoms, then a pair of slippers by his bed. He got up, stretching his arms again before walking out into the hall. Travis knocked on the bathroom door, confusion in his voice. “Love? What are you doing in there?” He opened the door to pop his head in. What greeted him was the sight of his woman with her head over the toilet, emptying her stomach into it. “Babe, what’s wrong? Are you feeling alright?” He rushed into the bathroom to comfort her. He tried to rub her back and bundle her beautiful, curly hair up and away from her face.

She'd heard the knock but no matter what Blake did there was nothing coming between her and the toilet bowl as she vomited. A thick white substance coming up and splattering inside the bowl with a mix of stomach acid. She hadn't heard the door open, nor had she heard the words he had said as she continued to be sick. Her eyes stared confused into the water. Had she eaten something strange the night before? Her stomach clenched and her breathing was erratic, Blake breathing through her mouth instead of her nose as she tried to calm down. He'd called her babe, why had he done that? She didn't like him and when his hand moved to rub her back she flinched away from his touch. His hand moving to grip her hair she scurried away from the toilet until she was backed against the bathtub. "Don't touch me!"

Travis jumped a little at the yell. “Jesus, Blakely, it’s just me?” He crouched on opposite the toilet from her. “We had an amazing time last night, I thought you were really enjoying yourself? I just.. I don’t understand?” Confusion marred his face, not understanding why the warm, playful, loving woman from the night before was acting this way. “Everything I said last night is still true! I really do love you, and I want us to be together. Fuck, I mean, I’ve never felt anything like the connection we had in bed. I need you, Blakely. What do you need from me..?” He doubled down, professing his love again. He would do anything for the woman he loved.

She didn't understand what he was saying... Blakely? No one called her that. That wasn't even her name, not only that heloved her? They had an amazing time last night? She wrapped her arms around herself, her eyes going wide. "What are you talking about?! I didn't do a-anything last night!" Her breathing grew more anxious, her stomach churning uncomfortably as she felt another wave of nausea hit. The floor or the toilet... He was near the toilet but she didn't want to vomit all over herself- Oh god, she was naked! Sliding back over to the toilet she dry heaved but nothing came out. After the bout was over she stared at her captor. "You kidnapped me! Why would I be p-playful?! You're sick! Twisted! I could never-" Her head throbbed and she fell over onto the floor in a fetal position, her entire body curved into a ball as she groaned. "W-what did you do to me?"

“W-what do you mean?” Travis looked like he was about to cry. “Last night, you and me, we, what?” He was stumbling over his words and staggered backward, catching himself with one arm on the vanity countertop. “No.” He held up a finger at her. “No! NO! It was real! I didn’t just imagine this!” His bottom lip quivered before his face contorted in anger. “No!” He yelled again. Travis was a man deeply uncomfortable with the feeling of losing control, and the only way he knew to deal with it was anger. “You just need to remember. You will remember!” He grabbed Blake’s hair and pulled her back into the bedroom, throwing her onto the bed. He had every intention of reenacting the night before, step by step.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Blake nearly screamed at him, the hysteria almost setting in. Her stomach hurt, her head throbbed and he wasn't making any sense at all. His face contorted and when she looked at him she recoiled as he shouted at her. "No! No!" He closed the distance between him, his hand grabbing a fist full of hair. He didn't even allow her time to get up, pulling her petite kicking frame as her hand tried to pry his grip free of her hair. "L-let me go!" She sobbed as he moved to throw her on the bed, her naked body bouncing as it landed with a soft thud. Blake grabbed at the sheets and blankets, tears filling her eyes as she stared at him in horror. "Please no! D-don't touch me!" She could tell by the look at his eyes that he wasn't listening, too caught up in whatever delusion he'd had. He was crazy, he was... "You're a fucking psycho! DON'T TOUCH ME OR I'LL SCREAM!" Blake kicked at him as he came towards her, inhaling a deep breath as she prepared to keep to her word. She would scream and she would scream loud.

“I’m not a PSYCHO!” He screamed back at her. As he yelled and caught a glimpse of his chest. “What the fuck-” he muttered, stumbling back before running to the bathroom mirror to more closely inspect the bite mark on his chest. “Y-you did this to me? You did this to me! Why?!” Travis demanded. He was angry, emotional, and worst of all, heartbroken. Tears filled his eyes once again. “Why did you bite me, Blakely? And why don’t you remember our night together? You need to remember. You have to remember!” He sputtered. He grabbed her ankle, yanking her toward him. He spread her legs and leaned over her, grabbing at her throat to choke her and cut off any scream. “I’ll make you remember. I will. I just want you back. Don’t you see how much I love you?” He said in a dark and unhinged tone. His eyes were wild as he tried to overtake her.

She winced when he screamed at her, her heart hammering inside her chest violently as the fight or flight response began to kick in. "I didn't do anything to you!" Blake shook her head side to side, the tears streaming down her face already. "AND MY NAME IS NOT BLAKELY!! STOP CALLING ME THA-" Travis grabbed her ankle and pulled her down rough, his hands forcing her legs wide as he leaned over. "AAAAH! NO!" He gripped her throat and Blake's eyes went wide, her lips parting as she tried to gasp for breath. Her hands moving to his writs as she clawed at them. Her legs moving to kick at him as he spoke. She had no clue what he was talking about, he was mad! She kicked harder as he used more force, the fear had her entire body shaking.

Travis tried to solve the problem the way he had solved to many problems before: with his cock. Maybe that’s what she needed to remember? He pinned the girl to the bed, knocking aside her attempts to fight him off. With his free hand he pushed his night pants down, his semi-hard cock flopping out. “Shut up, just shut up! You’re going to remember. You have to. You have to!” He leaned over Blake and forced his lips onto her, searching for any sign of the spark from the night before as he desperately tried to get hard to fuck his love. His heart was breaking, just the same as his mind. He couldn’t take fighting the woman who had given him so much not even 12 hours ago. He would do anything to find that again.

Blake cried, her hands scratching whatever parts of him he could as she tried to fight him off. She kicked making contact with some part of him but not enough to do any real damage as he brought his lips closer to her. Blake's eyes shut, her mouth going into a thin line as her head turned. She needed to get away from him, her fight or flight kicking up to a new level. She moved her hands as she tried to push his face away. He was restricting her airway and she was beginning to struggle to breathe. before long she was forced to open her mouth as she gagged, her face turning red and the tears that had been in her eyes began to fall harder as her eyes bulged. Was this it? Was this how she was going to die? She wanted to, she needed to... her vision started to grow blurry. Meanwhile some ninety-something miles away

Two full days. Forty-eight hours and Laura Fulton hadn't heard from her daughter. While most wouldn't have thought anything of not hearing from their college student after moving away from home that was not the case for Laura. Once a day Blake was supposed to make contact, to check in so that Laura would know she was alright. To know that things were okay Some called her a helicopter mom, a worrywart; but they didn't know. None of them knew except for Laura. 1:47 pmStaring down at her phone after having parked her car Laura bit her thumb nail. She was early but she didn't care. Someone needed to find her daughter, in her gut she knew something had happened to Blake and that worry only seemed to magnify with every passing minute. Grabbing her purse she got out, making her way over to the brick building. She glanced at the police cars as someone was exiting, moving out of their way until she could scurry inside. At the counter she cleared her throat, her purse clutched to her chest as she waited to be assisted. Blake... Please be okay baby... please be okay...

Timothy Chamberlain saw the woman in the lobby clutching her purse. He knew the desk officer would take forever to get around to her, and judging from the look of her she was going to end up at his desk sooner or later. He had a hunch this was the woman who had frantically told him to find her daughter yesterday over the phone. He approached the nervous woman. Timothy cleared his throat. “Excuse me, ma’am. I think maybe I could be of assistance? I’m Tim Chamberlain, missing persons desk.” He stuck out his hand to her. “You aren’t Mrs. Fulton by any chance, are you?”

Her eyes instantly spotted the investigator, her nerves only easing just a little as she stared at the man. This man... This man looked like he could help, like he'd been doing this long enough that he would be able to find her baby girl. When he spoke her eyes were a little wide as she nodded her head. "I- Yes I am, Mr. Chamberlain. I called... I called yesterday, about my daughter?" She opened her purse and pulled out a picture of Blake from her senior year. It would be obvious that she had been crying, her eyes were red and puffy, her make-up a little smeared as she looked around. One would get the impression of a squirrel, not quite still but not quite running off. She held out the picture of Blake. "S-She still hasn't called. Her phone isn't reachable anymore... I... Please help me."

“Alright, come with me.” Timothy Chamberlain led her back to a messy desk stacked high with folders and clutter. A plaque sat just beyond the mess threatening to fall to the floor if pushed even a little more. The plaque read “Detective Chamberlain”. Tim saw probably five of these a year. Helicopter parents convinced their collage age child is dead in a gutter when they were really just passed out in a frat house somewhere or trying to create some distance. Unfortunately, it was his job to run down each and every one of these claims. That’s just what I gets for pissing off the man who became police chief. He thought to himself. He used to be head detective for the mid-size department, but now they had him chasing down party kids on benders. He offered her a seat and took the photo as he took his own seat. “So Mrs. Fulton, do you have any reason to suspect something has happened to your daughter? Why come straight to us?” The older man sat back in his chair, notebook in hand. He found the notebook helped keep minds at ease. @EnchantedNymph

She'd taken the seat he'd indicated, her purse still clutched tightly in her hands. Her eyes followed him around his desk all the way until he had sat down. The files that scattered his desk were discouraging, her worry only seeming to grow with each passing second. "Y-yes. We check in. Every day at least once, text or call, but I haven't received anything in two days. I called her room mate and she said she hasn't seen her either. She hasn't been showing up to classes." She wrung her hands together, her foot bouncing from the nerves as she glanced around. "This isn't like Blake, this isn't normal and I feel it in my gut-" She sobbed, tears beginning to run down her cheeks yet again. "I just want my baby found detective." Laura should have explained the check ins and their origins, the why's of them but she couldn't bring herself to do so. Blake was perfect just the way she was, a little flare up every now and then never hurt anyone and Laura had always been there for them when they had happened. The room in which she'd used to lock Blake into when those times happened. A sob escaped her as she wiped at her eyes. Surely that isn't what happened. Laura knew she shouldn't have let Blake move so far away from home... Hindsight was always 20/20 and now Laura was left with too many unknowns. Where was her daughter? What had happened to her? Was she even alive?

Detective Chamberlain listened to her story. He could tell it wasn’t complete. He searched the woman’s eyes for a moment. “Mrs. Fulton, is there any reason your daughter might cut off communication abruptly? Anything you can tell me would be helpful. I’m just trying to understand why a young lady would stop going to class or turning up at her dorm. Does she have a history of drug abuse? Manic episodes or history of mental health? Has she maybe been seeing someone new recently?” He studied her face. She was definitely keeping something from him. He made a small list on the notepad. Interview: •Roommate •Mother ✔️ •Friends? He was beginning to realize this wasn’t just another case of helicopter parenting gone wrong. He leaned in as she spoke, starting to delve into the information he was receiving.

She shook her head. "No, there's no reason detective. She's always been such a good girl. She hasn't dated anyone since her junior year in high school..." Laura rung her hands together again, her foot still tapping away on the floor and bouncing with her frayed nerves. "She tried pot before, but no. She doesn't do drugs. She's a good girl like I said." She stated, her eyebrows scrunching together. Blake was good, most of the time. Jut sometimes things triggered her, she couldn't tell the detective that though. It wasn't relative, it couldn't be. It'd been so long since she'd had a flare up... If he knew then those people would get involved. She couldn't have Blake taken from her, locked up in one of those torture places with the white jackets. No... Definitely not. Laura looked away, "I don't know of anything else I can tell you. I know she went to the mall before classes began to shop for things I hadn't gotten her. That she had planned to go to a party... Taylor had said Blake texted her about it, but she hadn't gone herself so she wasn't sure..."

The graying man raised an eyebrow, his bushy mustache curving down with the frown on his face. “Party you say? Mrs. Fulton, these are the kind of things I need to know. Do you know if she went with anyone? Was this the last time anyone saw her?” He fired off the questions rapid fire, scribbling in the notebook. •Mall, unlikely, seen after •Party, high risk, not seen after •Get class schedule and teachers •Cross reference students with party? “Please, Mrs. Fulton. Any detail, no matter how minute, could be the key to finding your daughter’s whereabouts.” He looked through his hasty chicken-scratch. At least he had a place to start. @EnchantedNymph

"You'd have to ask Taylor, I didn't hear from Blake after the morning text that day..." She gripped her hands together tighter, her worried look only seeming to get worse the more questions he asked. "I can give you Taylor's number, but I live over an hour away... I- only know that in my guy something has happened to my baby. Please detective, find her."

Tim nodded to her request. “I’ll do everything I can. Definitely give me this Taylor’s number. I’ll follow up with her later this afternoon.” The detective wrote down the number provided to him before he got the folder and paperwork to open an official file on Blake Fulton as a missing person.

Travis kissed her gaping mouth, and in a moment of clarity realized he was doing it again. He released her throat immediately and rolled over on the bed next to Blake as he started to cry. “No, no, no, no-” He sobbed. “She’s not coming back, is she?” He said, tears streaming down his face. Laying there, scratches on his face and chest, hair disheveled, flaccid penis hanging out over the waist band of his night pants. He was a truly pathetic display. He rolled on his side to see Blake’s frozen, stunned expression. “No, please, be okay!” He sobbed and jumped to his knees. He immediately began CPR, jolting her smaller frame with each press on her naked chest. “Not again, please not again, please please please-”

Tim dialed the number scratched on his notepad. “Hello, is this Taylor? This is Detective Chamberlain with Missing Persons. Do you have a moment to talk about your roommate, Blake Fulton? I just spoke with her mother and she seems to think you may now a bit more about Miss Fulton’s whereabouts.” @EnchantedNymph

The last two days Taylor had been a nervous wreck. Someone had found Blake's phone and had brought it to their dorm room. The screen had been shattered and the only reason that anyone had known it'd belonged to them was the key card in the back wallet portion. Taylor had tried to turn it on, but she hadn't known what the code was to unlock it and as soon as she'd received the first call from Mrs. Fulton she had a sinking feeling in her gut. That feeling only grew when Taylor had realized Blake had said something to her about a party and having decided to go with one of the cute guys in her classes. Fuck, what had his name been? She'd went back through her texts between her and Blake but she hadn't typed it. She'd tried to think about the phone call they'd had but she had barely paid attention, her mind only focused mostly on her boyfriend. I'm a terrible friend. She'd sobbed on the phone along with Blake's mom, for once the helicopter mom actually wasn't off her rocker. Blake was missing... and no one knew where she was. It was no surprise to her that she'd received a call from an unknown number, Mrs. Fulton had told her that she'd given her number to a detective so when she saw the number on her screen she'd left the middle of her class, excusing herself out into the hall before she'd answered it. "Hello?" He introduced himself and she nodded, her hands clutching her phone. "I- yes, but I don't know how much help it will be... I... found her phone, well. Someone brought it to our dorm room but I can't access the information." She cleared her throat as she leaned against the wall, her foot tapping as she spoke. "She'd told me about this cute guy from one of her classes...civ? I think. He was cute, brown hair... I can't remember his name. Her bag is still in the room... Detective. Are you going to find my friend?" The plea that was in her voice as she rambled out all the bits of information she'd had. "I... was supposed to go with her." She'd sobbed.

Timothy hated dealing with emotional witnesses. Facts he could deal with, but tears? He was at a loss. That’s probably how his first marriage ended, if he thought about it. “Miss, I’m going to do everything in my power to find your friend. So she was last seen with a classmate. If I showed you a list of students in her Civ class would you be able to point out the student’s name for me?” He had already sent the request for the class rosters to the school. They had returned all of the rosters to him and he was quickly able to pull up the class in question. He had some doubts she would be able to pick the correct one off a list of 68 students, but there was always a chance. Tim looked at the roster again. History 105, World Civilizations. Professor Baker, replacement Professor Gardner. He hit send and emailed the roster to Taylor.

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"I- I could try." She'd stated, her eyes closing as she took a shaky breath. Tears streamed down her cheeks and Taylor couldn't help but run a hand through her hair. She heard the ding of the notification indicating she had received the email. "I-I got the email, one m-moment Detective." She scrolled through the file after it loaded. Taylor looked through each of the names before it'd settled. "I-" She shook her head, what if she got it wrong? What if her shit memory was the reason they wouldn't be able to find Blake? Her lip quivered and then she'd seen it. "D-detective? There's two names I remember B-Blake mentioning. Kyle, I think? last name Smith...a-and Ted?"

Tim nodded and scribbled the notes down in his notepad. “That’s perfect, Taylor. I’m going to track these leads down and get back to you if they turn anything up. Can I have a uniformed officer come by your dorm for Blake’s phone? It might be of some use to the forensics team here at the station.” He knew all of this was a long shot, but he was already drafting the information request to the school to get the local address of the two men Taylor had mentioned. He knew he’d have to go question them. They were the best lead after all, and he hoped maybe, just maybe he’d get it right on the first try. @EnchantedNymph

"Y-yes, that's fine. Anything to help find Blake." Taylor had meant it, whatever it would take to find her best friend she would do. "I have only one other class today in the evening but I'll be in my dorm room the rest of the day." She was too spooked herself and it had taken her boyfriend taking her to class to even manage to go. "I- I need to get back into my lecture. But thank you detective, please find Blake."

Oxygen. Blake needed oxygen and when she had finally been granted that the first thing she was aware of was a pounding on her chest. A deep bruising sort of pain that held a desperation to it. The next thing that registered in Blake's mind was the chanting of the one word over and over. "Please" Such desperation in that voice as she felt warm droplets of water fall against her cheek. Were they her own? Everything was pitch black, her head throbbed with an intense ache that she wasn't sure what exactly was going on. Everything hurt and it wasn't until she head the sobbing that her eyes fluttered open. For one small moment she had been worried for whoever had been weeping yet when her dark eyes fell onto Travis's face everything came flooding back, ever second that had led up to that exact moment. He'd almost killed her. She didn't even have the energy to speak, her entire throat felt as if he had tried to snap her neck. The bruises already likely formed as she lay there beneath him, her body trying it's best to make up for the oxygen it had been deprived of. Her eyes were devoid of emotion as she stared up into his overly emotional blue ones. He had almost killed her, and she knew if she didn't find a way to escape he would more than likely truly kill her...

Travis eyes were squeezed shut as hot tears streamed down his face and he performed compressions. It took him a moment to realize her big eyes had fluttered open. He laughed, physically and emotionally exhausted. “Oh fuck, you’re back. Oh my god. I thought you were gone. Oh fuck.” He breathed heavily, collapsing again beside her. Travis reached down for her hand, taking it in his own. “I thought I lost you. I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry.” He turned on his side and stroked her cheek. “Tell me what I can do. Anything. Name it and it’s yours.” @EnchantedNymph

Too tired and exhausted from her literal near death experience Blake could do nothing more but lay there, staring up at the ceiling after Travis had let up on the chest compressions and fallen to her side. She didn't even have the energy to pull away from him as he movrdnto take her hand in his. Her breaths coming shallow and short as her mind tried to catch up the rest of the way with her body. He apologized over and over yet Blake couldn't believe a word he'd said. He had purposefully lashed out because of her refusal as he'd tried to force her to- No, she couldn't think about that right now. She needed to get away from him. To think of a way that she could get him caught, or give her enough time to do something to get herself an escape. She closed her eyes and counted each of her heartbeats, her mind trying to ignore the fact that he was lovingly stroking her cheek. 'Tell me what I can do. Anything. Name it and it's yours.' Blake didn't believe those words, if she'd told him to let her go she knew he'd only get angry again. His moods seeming to flip so easily. Maybe- An idea popped into her head. Surely Taylor or her mother had reached out to the authorities, she hadn't texted or called and it'd been well over two days, hadn't it? "I-" She'd tried to talk and her voice came out as a croak. Tears forming in her eyes from the pain she felt as she attempted. A deep breath or two and then she'd force herself to finish. "-want my clothes. Not..." Another shaky breath. Blake didn't even sound like herself, the damage he'd done to her throat... "...someone else's. But mine." He'd have to go to her dorm room to get them, and if he did if fate would have it maybe he would fuck up somehow, get caught or something. And if he didn't? It'd give her some time to breathe without him hovering over her to the point she felt suffocated. The irony.

Travis took a moment, then nodded. “Okay. I’ll take care of it.” He wiped his eyes as his brain set to work on the new task at hand. It wouldn’t be easy, but he would do anything for this woman. Travis got up and went to his closet, dressing in a pair of black slacks and gray shirt with a black tie. He looked out together, completely hiding the turmoil underneath. “I’ll make us some food then I’ll head out. Just rest.” He said tenderly before leaving the room. The sound of him working away in the kitchen were quickly prevalent. Travis worked on beautiful over-easy eggs, bacon, and homemade biscuits. @EnchantedNymph

She hadn't wanted to listen to him, yet as he got dressed and left the room a tiredness took over her body. Blake felt her eyes grow heavy and soon she was back into that stark darkness, though this time her mind was on high alert. She couldn't help but worry that he might come back at any moment and decide to finish what he had done. Even if he had said he was sorry, that fear and trauma would remain for awhile to come. Blake didn't dream as she slept, instead found relief in the blankness of her mind, not even waking if he came back into the room. She was naked still, at some point having pulled the blanket up to her chin as she lay in the fetal position. Her face in the direction of the door as if even in her sleep she might possibly be aware of his arrival. She was so tired, even more so than when he had kneed her in the gut, and this time she wouldn't wake for hours. Her body truly needing that rest, and perhaps her mind an escape from the constant turmoil that Travis Baker caused.

Travis poured all his stress and anxiety into his cooking. He fixed up a beautiful meal, plated it with some jam in a service tray, grabbed a few plastic utensils and brought them in to Blake. “I wasn’t sure if you’d want strawberry or ras- oh..” He spoke as he turned the corner into the room. It makes sense she’s tired. You almost killed her, you fucking idiot. Just like Carra. He shuddered at the thought, electing to leave the food by the bedside table. Travis grabbed the last things he would need and decided to just leave while Blake slept. He did take a moment to tuck her in and ensure she would be comfortable. He gave her a kiss on the forehead and left the room. Before leaving he checked that all of his locks were still in place so she couldn’t sneak out on him while he was done. He knew whoever he met last night would have never left him, but it seemed like she was gone forever now. He had to save what he had left. With that thought in his mind he got into his dark green Audi SUV and drove away. He drove straight to Blake’s apartment about an hour and a half away. He decided to stake it out for a little while. Someone might be inside, and he wanted to avoid that if at all possible. @EnchantedNymph

It would be three hours after the phone call with the detective that Taylor would hear a knock at her dorm door. The soft banging somehow letting her know who exactly, or what they were. She ran a hand through her hair, grabbing the phone from her desk as she rose up from where she had been sitting. "Coming!" She practically scurried to the door, almost fumbling over one pair of Blake's shoes. Swinging the door open she looked up at the man dressed in all black, his badge on clear display. The fact that this was the situation now... Taylor couldn't imagine what Blake was currently going through, or if she were even alive. No, she couldn't think like that... Sniffling she handed the phone to the officer who placed it in an evidence bag, careful not to touch it directly himself. "T-thank you officer, for your hard work. P-please help find her." Taylor muttered, her sleeve wiping at her smeared make-up. "We will do what we can ma'am." The detached tone in his voice did nothing to help deal with what Taylor was feeling, sobbing even more uncontrollably. "I-Is there...anything else I can-" The officer just shook his head. "If we hear anything back, someone will be sure to let you know. Thank you for this. You have a good day now ma'am." He nodded towards her before turning around and heading back down the stairs, and despite him having dismissed Taylor she couldn't help but follow behind, barely even closing the room door, it was left open just a crack. She'd follow the detective until he exited the building, her leaning against one of the entrance walls as she watched him return to his patrol car. God, she hoped they found Blake soon... they'd watched enough serial killer documentaries to know the longer they were left unfound the more than likely they would end up being found...in a body bag.

Travis knew if he was going to pull this off he would have to be bold. As the officer went up the stairs he ran around the back of the building to the rear stairwell. He pressed himself against the wall as he heard them talking. The police are looking for her. Fuck, of course they are. He knew this would happen, he just didn’t expect it to happen so quickly. He listened to the two of them talk, then the sound of both walking down the stairs. Be silently ran up the back stairs, taking two at a time. He looked down the opposite stairs before ducking inside Blake’s apartment. He was greeted by a very standard girls’ dorm. Posters hung on the walls, white Christmas lights strung along the ceiling in the main room. By the sink and coffee maker were little plaques that said “Live, Laugh, Love” and “Don’t talk to me until I’ve had my coffee”. Travis wasn’t sure if they were Blake’s design choices or her roommates, but either way he was disappointed. There were two doors off the main room. Travis opened the first door. The space looked very lived in. Tissues were laying everywhere like someone had been crying. “Probably not Blake’s.” Travis said to himself quietly. He tried the next door and slipped inside. Again he was greeted by a relatively normal dorm room. This has to be it. Travis went straight to the dresser, opening them and rummaging through for anything that looked nice. He only stopped for a moment to grab a pair of Blake’s panties and inhale them deeply. @EnchantedNymph

She'd stayed in her spot until well after the police officer had left, waited for another five minutes just staring down at her phone as she went through photos of her and Blake. Tears welled up in her eyes as she silently sobbed. Out of all the times she'd fangirled about serial killers and the mentally unstable stalker documentaries that she'd watched with Blake she never expected either of them to be involved in something like that... Was that what Blake was going through? Or did Taylor's mind just think the worst thing possible? She had been so absorbed into those pictures that she hadn't realized that her boyfriend had been coming up the sidewalk, sneaking quietly until he was almost upon her to which he jumped out and grabbed at her arm. "Rah!" He growled and Taylor screamed, her entire being flailing until she looked up and realized who it was. "What the fuck! I thought- Don't do shit like that babe!" She put her hand over her heart and gave him a death glare. He went from laughing to rubbing at the back of his head. "Ah sorry. I just-" He gave her a sheepish look. "I wasn't thinking, my bad." "Whatever Trey, come on..." She grumbled, leading him back up to her dorm. Opening the door she looked around, it was so much less lively without Blake. "What'd the cop say?" Trey asked, dropping his bag by the door before throwing himself down on the futon. "Nothing... absolutely nothing! He just took her phone and said they'd do everything they can." Taylor sobbed. "The detective- He was way more helpful but Trey...what if they don't find her?" blankspace

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"Shhhh...babe, they'll find her... Come here." He held his arms open for her and she came over snuggling up in his lap. "Plus, Blake is a fighter. I'm sure wherever she is she's giving hell and taking names." He stroked her back and placed a kiss on her forehead. "Now come on, you've got class in like twenty and it takes fifteen to get across campus." Taylor sniffled and nodded her head as she took comfort in his physical support. "Okay. J-just let me grab my bag." She slipped from his lap and headed to her room stopping only to stare at Blake's door for a long moment, unaware that there was someone on the other side. "Come home, Blake..." She whispered before opening her own door and grabbing her bag.

Travis was on all fours next to the door, ear pressed to it. He listened to glean any information he could. He was glad to hear the police had essentially nothing. He knew the phone would turn up essentially nothing, and his phone number was probably just one of hundreds. I’ll be fine. He reassured himself. The couple wasn’t wrong about Blake being a fighter. His hand went instinctively to his side, then to his chest. Blakely was giving him hell, then heaven, and now hell all over again. Travis grimaced at both his new physical scars and the emotional whiplash he was experiencing. Travis waited as the sound of shuffling continued. He had tried the window when he first heard them, but it was jammed shut. He knew he would have to wait for them to leave before he could make his escape. He tried to stay as quiet as possible. He knew if they discovered him it was all over. @EnchantedNymph

"Come on babe!" Trey jostled his keys as he got up from the futon couch, a sigh leaving him as he ran a hand through his hair. "You're going to be late!" "Coming!" One last look at Blake's door before she joined her boyfriend, none the wiser that they'd had an audience to their conversation. Taylor locked the door on their way out, though her mind was everywhere but on the present as they left, later she wouldn't even question why the door was unlocked when she returned.

She woke up to the empty silence, her muscles only feeling slightly better as she sat up. Blake tensed as she looked around expecting to see Travis but instead finding the tray of food on the bedside table. As much as she didn't want to eat something he cooked she didn't really have much options and if she was going to try and find an escape... She would need her energy. Sitting up she moved the tray onto her lap, the food was cold but she could tell that he'd taken care with the spices and the way he had cooked. Blake realizing that this too was probably some fucked up form of apology from him. Had he been caught? Had someone spotted him if he had gone to get her things? She could only hope. With a sigh she closed her eyes, her fork cutting into the egg as she watched the insides ooze out. The bright yellow goo moved at a glacial pace as she scooped up a bite before bringing it to her lips. Blake would make quick work of the food, leaving it pretty much crumb free before she decided to go and explore what type of things she could find in his bathroom. She would check each and every cabinet and closet she could but Travis seemed to be a step ahead, all the things she could have possibly used was locked up and out of her reach. Giving up and not really feeling well enough to explore the rest of the house Blake began running a bath. She wasn't sure how much time she would have, but there was a lock on his bathroom door and she opted to lock it before the steam of the filling tub beckoned her. blankspace

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She even managed to find some feminine soap, her mind wondering who it could have been for, the same as the pajamas he'd given her... Climbing in she let her body sink into the depths of the water, it so hot that her skin tingled almost painfully. She sunk until she was fully submerged, even her head going underneath. Blake had always wished for a tub like this and any other time she would have been over the moon but the enjoyment was robbed of her because of her circumstances.

Travis heard the door click, then lock. He still waited another five minutes before daring to venture back into the living room. Out of curiosity he entered Taylor’s room, looking through her things, looking at family photos she had on her desk. He realized he felt… nothing. She didn’t have it. It only solidified in his mind that Blakely was the only woman in the world for him. Travis slipped out the way he had come in, fretting that he couldn’t lock the door behind him. But, successful in his mission Travis returned to his car and travelled home. He was sure to drive the speed limit the whole way.

“No sir, I told you, Blake was going to come with us but then she went up to her dorm and never came back. Ted and I went up there to check on her, but her door was locked and she didn’t answer when we knocked. I’m telling you, dude, he waited like 20 minutes for her. We were late to the party so we just blew it off and chilled at Ted’s place with his girlfriend.” Kyle frustratedly explained his story again to the short detective at his door. “And the only people who can corroborate this are your best friend and his girlfriend?” Tim eyed the boy skeptically. “I suppose you don’t mind if I take a look around your house?” Kyle protested emphatically. “You, uh, you can’t come in. I know my rights, you need a search warrant or some shit, right?” Tim looked at him, weary of the conversation already. “Look, Kyle, I don’t care about your pot. A woman is missing and I need to find her.” Kyle shifted uncomfortably, blanking far too many times. “I- I don’t have any pot, I just don’t want you to come in.” Timothy sighed, exasperated. “How about your car, Kyle? Can I look there?” Kyle thought for a long moment. “Uhhh, yeah, yeah the car is fine.” “Good, give me your keys.” Tim said, practically shoving his hand in Kyle’s face. Tim approached the red Honda Civic with skepticism. He just couldn’t wait to scratch this idiot off his list. He opened the driver side door revealing a remarkably messy car. Fast food wrappers littered the floors and back seat. A stinky gym bag sat in the back seat, making the whole vehicle smell like college boy. Tim didn’t spend any longer in there than he had to, just to take a look and pop the trunk. Tim walked around the back and looked inside. It was surprisingly clean compared to the rest of the vehicle, but he figured it was barely used. What did catch his attention was the single strand of brown hair sitting in the corner of the trunk. He slowly pulled out his phone and brought it to his ear. “Hey Deb, yeah it’s Tim. I’m gonna need

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a couple black and whites to my location. Yeah, make it quick please. Thank ya.” Tim reached his hand inside his coat to the small revolver strapped there and turned back toward the small house where Kyle was watching him from the front step. He just smiled and tried to act natural until backup arrived.

Travis arrived home and entered the house, looking around for Blake. He looked in the dining room, kitchen, living room, the cage room, but he couldn’t find her. He even opened that room, but quickly closed and relocked it when he saw she was not there. He was beginning to panic when he reentered the bedroom calling out “Blakely? Blake? Where are you?” That’s when he noticed the closed bathroom door. He tried the handle, but it was lock. “Blake?” He pushed against the door. “Blake are you in there?!?” He rattled the handle trying to gain entrance. @EnchantedNymph

She reemerged from the depths of the bubbly water gasping for breath, her hand rising to wipe at her face as she tried to regain control of her surroundings. How long had she been submerged in the water? Had Blake tried to willingly kill herself? Her teeth ground together in frustration as she looked around the bathroom. It was only when she gathered her bearings that she'd heard the pounding on the door. Standing Blakely stepped over the side of the claw-footed tub. Not even caring for a towel she unlocked the door and opened it all too quickly. What stood before her was a frantic looking Travis, his eyes wide as she arched a brow. She was soaking wet, bubbles still slowly making their way down her naked form. Her hair so soaked down that the normally wild curls were tame waves. She looked him up and down before moving to grip his shirt. "Shhh." Her left hand rose to stroke his beard, her eyes looking over him once more before she closed the distance between them, rising up on her tiptoes to place a kiss on his lips. "No need to shout, I'm right here."

Travis had been frantic just a moment before, but when she opened the door fully naked before him he didn’t know what to think. A strange peace set over him, something in those eyes. “I-it’s you” Was all he got out before she kissed him. He stared at her, dumbfounded, before dropping the paper bag full of clothes and wrapping her up in his arms. He lifted her, grabbing her thigh to wrap around his waist. He enveloped her as he stepped backwards from the bathroom door. In an instant he was lost in her completely once again. He held her to his body with two arms tight around her back. He tried to kiss her again, not wanting to waste even a moment with her. @EnchantedNymph

She let him lift her up, his hand moving her thigh to wrap her legs around him which Blakely obliged, her arms wrapping around his neck as she all but purred into the kiss as he returned it. He didn't even seem to care that she was soaking wet and as he backed away from the bathroom she let her fingers run through the hair at the nape of his neck. Her tongue moving to enter his mouth as if to deepen it any further. Her legs wrapped around him tighter and she let out a soft noise of satisfaction. Whatever Blake's reasoning for what she'd done in the bathtub had let Blakely come out to play, and she would accept any moment she was granted, last night had been short lived and was nowhere near satisfied. When they eventually needed to pull apart to catch their breath she rested her head against his forehead, her breath spilling out over his face as she laughed. "Did you like my gift?" Her right hand slipped from around his neck to trace where she knew her bitemark remained. It would take days to heal, but that was the whole point of it in the first place. A defiant thing she did to prove to him and to Blake that she existed.

Travis smiled, heads resting together. “I love anything you leave with me. I was so scared you were gone forever.” He admitted. “Why doesn’t she remember you? Or us? Or the love we made last night? She acted like she hated me after you left…” His fingers traced her back. He could see the dark bruises around her neck and hated that Blakely would have to live with the mistakes he had made with the other one. He held her tight as if any relaxing of his arms at all would be an invitation for her to leave again. His shirt was soaked from the water still on her skin. Her hair dripped all over his shoulders. Even his slacks had long wet marks on then where the bath water had seeped into them. None of that mattered. All that mattered right now was her. @EnchantedNymph

"Shhh." Blakely traced the outline of her teeth mark, her eyes looking up at him as he asked all those questions. "She doesn't, she won't even if you tried..." Blakely shivered as she felt his fingers trace her spine.l, her eyes shutting so that she could enjoy the sensations. She bit her lip as she thought about his last question. Her eyes only opening to stare at him as he pulled her tight. "She does, hate you." There was a fire in her eyes as she stared at him, her hand raising so that her fingers could trace his lips. "I'm here." Blakely let her hands move down his shirt, her eyes following shortly behind. She toyed with the buttons for a moment. "Were you angry? Are you angry?" One button undone and she let her eyes travel back up to meet with his. "Knowing that she hates you? " Another button undone. "Mmmm... does it bother you that she doesn't remember?" Third button undone. "What about me? Are you angry about me?" Blakely moved to take his hand, moving it to wrap around her neck. That spark in her eye flaring up as she moved her hands to undo the fourth button on his shirt. "*Do you want to take my life. Travis?" Her hand slipped underneath the fabric of her shirt, her body practically thrumming with energy.

“Yes.” Travis said, staring at her lips and throat, squeezing her throat as his face contorted a little with anger. “Yes I’m angry. I just found you, and then she came back and called me crazy for what I KNOW I found!” His eyes had a fire in them. His eyes flicked up to meet hers and his fist clenched tighter. “I’m angry at you too.” His free hand now gripping her hip painfully tight. “You left me.. with that- that bitch” Travis pressed Blakely’s back to a wall. He was pressing her against the wall as she croaked out her last question. His hand instantly loosened as he stared into her eyes. “No. Never.” He rested his hand on her chest. “No, you’re mine forever.” @EnchantedNymph

A shiver ran down her spine as she felt him tighten his grip around her throat, her lips parting as if she were trying to get air though the corner of her mouth turn upward. Blakely clearly was finding enjoyment in it, that fire in her eyes only growing larger as he pressed her against the wall. She met his fiery gaze head on almost challenging him to take it further. He loosened his grip as he answered her question, her chest rising and falling with each gulp of air she took into her lungs, a chuckle escaping her as she let her head fall back against the wall. Her eyes looking down at him through thick lashes. "Does... daddy need a little... release?" She licked her lips, her hand that had been in his shirt moving over the bitemark as she let her fingers actually touch it. "I might need a reminder where I belong..."

“Oh I think so. You owe me for leaving.” He grabbed her cheek placing his thumb against her lips, pressing against them slightly as it insisted on entry. He pulled her back off the wall, turning them around toward the bed. Travis laid her on the bed, crawling over her as he did. “You belong right here with me. Under me.” His hips, locked against her by her legs, ground again hers. The hand that had been on her back and thigh now grinning her bouncy asscheek. He rolled his hips against her, pressing the developing bulge against her bare sex. He stared into her eyes. “Now go on and show me why you’re my good girl. Show me why you belong here.” His fingers caressed her cheek as his thumb would try to explore her mouth. In this moment Travis had never needed anymore more, his need self-evident. @EnchantedNymph

Her lips parted quickly as his thumb pressed against them, her dark eyes staring into his very bright ones. When Travis pulled her off the wall and carried her to the bed she couldn't help the smirk that formed around that very appendage. He crawled on top of her, his body weight was welcomed as her legs fell open. He would meet no resistance, not from Blakely... that was, if he deserved it. Which she felt he did. He'd done what Blake had asked, their clothes now there on the floor in that bag. She shivered when she heard him tell her where she belonged. A sense of thrill running through her as his hips rocked against her. Blakely could feel his growing excitement, the heat in her core would let him know exactly what she was feeling as well. Her own hips pressed up off the bed as his hands squeezed her back side, a soft gasp leaving her lips. Mischief danced in her eyes as Travis told her to show him why she belonged. His thumb pressed further into her mouth and Blakely would let her tongue rub against it, her lips closing around it as she sucked the saltiness off of the digit. A soft hum left her as that mischief only grew, her hips rolling upward against the now very evident bulge in his pants. Her hands moved to his shirt, each one grabbing one half of his shirt as she let her own fingers move inward before she hit the spots she was looking for before she would pull hard on the shirt. The last few buttons that she hadn't undone popping off surprisingly easy. His full chest now exposed she let her nails rake against his skin as her teeth bore down on his thumb. The teeth sinking into the flesh until she knew that it would begin to hurt.

Travis’ eyes flicked up to hers an instant before she yanked the shirt, realizing an moment too late what she was about to do. He opened his mouth to yell, but instead came a shout of pain. “Ow. OW! Fuck!” He pulled his thumb from her mouth as soon as he could, instead electing to wrap it around her throat. He squeezed her neck with one hand as the others quickly shoved his slacks down his legs, boxers going with them. Pants on the ground, buttons either undone or scattered across the room, shirt hanging open. He had a fire in his eyes, burning somewhere between passion and anger. “Let me show you exactly where you belong.” He said as he leaned over her. He pressed the tip of his fully erect member against her sex, rubbing it up and down her lips, spreading her slick excitement up to her clit. He rubbed his length along her, spreading her as his head rested against her sensitive button. He gripped her throat and stared into her eyes. “You belong with me. Forever.” With those final words he lined himself up with his hand and plunged into her. His this head dove into her wetness, doing its best to get lost in her depths. Travis let out a moan as she enveloped him. And with their joining an unfamiliar notion filled his mind. This is Home. @EnchantedNymph

A laugh bubbled up from her throat at his exclamation, his thumb soon escaping her mouth as soon as she even loosened her teeth even a little. That big hand of his moving to wrap around her already bruised throat. That laugh of hers being cut off as he applied pressure, she didn't shy away though, that laugh only morphed into a moan as her hips pressed upward again before he freed himself from his clothes. Her own fire meeting his as he spoke. "Show me... I'm... not...scared." She forced out though the air in her lungs was minimal. When she felt the head of him press against her sex she moaned, her hips moving again as she felt just how slick she was, how easily she slid against her folds. Blakely moaned, her eyes shutting for just a moment as she enjoyed the sensations that rocked through her as he tightened his grip around her throat again. Her eyes fluttering open as he declared she belonged to him. "Forever." She repeated, the promise sealed the moment he plunged into her tight pussy. He moaned and she joined him in unison, her own pleasure so evident as she gasped for breath. Her hips rocked as she tightened her core, her hands moved to wrap around the back of his head before she pulled him down, her lips crushing against his own while his hand remained tight around her throat.

Travis gripped Blakely’s thigh as he made love to her. His hand caressing her smooth, creamy skin. He returned her kiss, matching her energy and need. His tongue pressed against her lips, wanting to taste every part of her. His hand left her throat, drifting down instead to her breasts. He began to pinch and tug on the perky nipples, twisting slightly to inflict just the right about of pleasure and pain. His mouth stayed locked on hers, hungry for any moans he might elicit from her. The feeling of closeness and togetherness was quickly becoming familiar to him, and it filled him to overflowing. He felt as if he was not longer Travis, and she was no longer Blakely. He felt as if they were one, moving in unison to the unheard song of their passion. Their bodies rose and fell together as he pressed deeper into her, her tightness gripping him with her desire. His soul melted into hers. Even if they were physically apart, nothing would ever be able to untangle Travis’ spirit from hers. He trust into her, harder, faster. He needed her, and he felt that she needed him. He was unwilling to pause for even an instant. His kiss eventually broke off as he began to kiss down her neck. He wanted to taste every inch of her. Nothing short of fully knowing her body would suffice for him. @EnchantedNymph

His tongue pressed against her lips and she eagerly parted them, her own tongue coming out to lure his inside of her mouth. A moan leaving her as they connected and his hand moved to tease her nipples. The shots of pain mixed with pleasure traveling straight from those little buds all the way to her core where she couldn't help but roll her hips more. Her breaths came out hot and heavy between their kisses and Blakely found herself becoming addicted to him. Addicted to just how much he made her feel complete when they were connected like this. Her hands raked across his arms, her back arching as she felt herself becoming more and more whole. Each rock of his hips as his cock pressed into her had her pussy clenching around him. "Travis" His name escaped her lips as a prayer, a pleading need growing inside of her as he began to kiss down her neck. Her body was a growing inferno and only he seemed to have the means to quench it. He amped up the pace in which they were going and Blakely let out a whimper as one of her hands moved to toy with her clit. Two of her fingers rubbing that little nub as he fucked her rough sending a tingling sensation throughout her entire body. "Fill me. Oh fuck, please give me what I deserve!" She groaned out, her other hand moving to grip his shoulder.

“I’ll fill you to over flowing!” Travis said breathlessly, his breathing coming on ragged. “You deserve it all!” He pounded hard into her, grabbing onto her hips by either side. Travis wasn’t done with her, however. With very little warning he picked her up. He leaned back, planting his feet on the ground then hoisted her up against him. Her hot sex pressed against his pelvis as he carrier her back to the wall. His hand once again found her throat as his other grabbed her hip, pulling her lower half out to meet him as he slid back into her. It was a consensual mirror of the first time he had taken Blake, more beautiful and intimate in every way. “You want it all? I’ll give you it all.” He began thrusting into her as an incredible pace, pinning her to the wall as he fucked her. Each thrust pressed her against that wall as he pressed ruthlessly on toward climax. @EnchantedNymph

"Yes!" Blakely cried out, her walls spasming around him only for him to lift her up and press her against his chest. She clung to him with a small yelp, her eyes wide as she wondered what exactly it was he was planning to do. But that wonder soon came to an end as he pressed her up against the wall. His strong arms lifting her up as his cock slid into her in the most delicious way possible. Her pussy clenched around his cock. Her eyes dancing with delight as she looked into his. "Yes! Give me all if it! All of you!" She cried lut as he began thrusting into her. Her hands gripped at his chest as her nails slightly dug in. Her bare back rubbing against the wall with each powerful thrust inside of her. She would be sore after and so too would he but this was how it needed to be, how he needed to claim what she was rightfully giving him when Blake wouldn't. "Oh fuck! Ohhhhh FUCK! Travis!" Her hands remained tight and her pussy began to throb as she felt that heat inside of her getting hotter and hitter until she couldn't take it anymore. her body coming alight as she reached her climax. The sounds of ther bodies slapping against each other now accompanied by her cries of pleasure that soon morphed into a laugh of euphoric insanity. "Don't! You! Fucking! Dare! Stop!" She wanted him to take her even further beyond the brink.

Travis’ hands went to both of her thighs, pressing her to the wall with his chest. He felt the twinge of pain as one of his stitches tore through his skin. He was too lost in her to notice the small trickle of blood now making its way down his side. He should have been watching himself, taking it east, but he was doing anything but. He fucked her hard against the wall, feeling his own pleasure coming to it’s peak. His mouth was slightly agape with pleasure as his toes curled on the carpet. She told him to keep going, but he wouldn’t have stopped for anything. As Blakely squeezed and spasmed around him he began to empty himself into her. His warmth spewed into her hot pussy. “Blakely, oh Fuck! Oh, baby girl, fuck” He moaned before slamming into her again, burying every last inch of himself as she drained him of everything he had. Even after he was spent he continued small little thrusts into her, jolting slightly with the overwhelming sensation as he willed himself further. His lips collided with hers in a display of passion, still holding her to the wall. He was still inside her, but already his body ached to have her again. @EnchantedNymph

She'd felt the slickness at her side but she too was so wrapped up into the moment that she hadn't realized exactly what it was. Blakely loved that he gave her everything she had asked for and even more. Travis hilted fully, his cock twitching inside of her as he emptied himself completely. That warmth and fullness had her eyes drifting shut for a moment as she just let the feeling of home take root. She hummed happily, a small giggle escaping her as he closed the distance between them. He kissed her hard and she returned that intensity just as passionately, her tongue diving into his mouth as she moaned into it. They kissed until her lungs began to burn, her arms wrapped around him as her hands dug into his hair. She broke the kiss, her forehead leaning against his as she closed her eyes, another giggle escaping her before she opened her eyes. "Mmm...who do I belong to again?" Blakely bit her lip, her nose scrunching up before she closed the distance again, this time the kiss was soft though it held the same amount of passion. "Mm, you are my home. Even if Blake comes back and I go back into the darkness I'll come back." She placed another kiss, this time taking his lip in between her teeth and lightly tugged, releasing it with a soft pop. "I'll come back for you Travis." Her eyes burned with that same spark, her words meant for both him as well as herself.

“You’re mine. Now and always.” Travis kissed her nose just before she planted that soft kiss on him. “I promise I’ll keep her safe until you come back. I’ll always be here when you come back. I’ll wait as long as I have to, I just want you.” He held her close, still inside of her though he had stopped the gentle rocking of his hips. He just enjoyed the connection. He now knew he wouldn’t have her forever, but he did have her right now. He savored every breath, every movement, every touch. He pulled her back from the wall, supporting her by her thighs and ass. Her warmth was everything to him. He sat down on the bed, her pelvis still tucked snug against his. He felt himself stiffening inside her again. He gave her a lustful look. “You have one more in you?” @EnchantedNymph

Her eyes searched his, her lips turned down in a slight frown. Blakely wasn't sure how she felt about the idea of him being nice to Blake. He was hers not Blake's, the idea of sharing him left a bad taste in her mouth but she would bite her tongue. If that's what Travis thought was best she would accept it. "Just me?" She asked, a slight pout on her lips. Most people would assume that Blakely and Blake were the same being, just two halves of the same coin yet both identities only shared a body, everything else was completely different and while Blakely was aware of most things that happened when Blake was in control the same could not have been said for Blake. Blake was naive, mostly innocent. On the other hand Blakely had seen all the darkness, most of the bad things that Blake couldn't deal with? Blakely was shoved at the forefront and in control to deal with them, the true victim in her mind. She sucked in a breath as she held onto Travis as he pulled her from the wall and moved them to the bed. He still kept her as close as he possibly could and she loved every bit of it. She felt it, the moment he began to grow hard again and a smile spread across her lips, her inner muscles tightening around him as he asked her if she could go again. "I can go however many times you want, baby." Her hands moved up his neck and back into his hair, her lips moving to meet him as she lifted herself up slightly so that only his tip remained in her. When her tongue darted out to taste him was when she lowered herself back down. His cock slid so deliciously inside of her until she was once again pelvis to pelvis. A soft gasp escaped her lips.

“Just you, little one. I only need to keep her here and fed until you come back to me. You’re the one I want. I’ve always wanted. Not her.” Travis reassured her. He gasped as she slid down his length, his following moan floating up to meet her before he bit her extended tongue. It was only a little nip meant to keep her present. He quickly released her and pressed his lips to hers. His ran down her side to her thigh. He felt the warm, sticky liquid smeared on her inner thigh and broke their kiss to look at his hand and side. He saw his hand stained a red hue. “Ah shit.” He looked to the slow trickle coming from his side. “Fuuuck. Can to grab something for this? My first aid kit is in the linen closet.” He hated asking for her help, but hated even more that it was interfering with him being inside of her, as close together as two people could get. @EnchantedNymph

She would shiver as he nipped at her tongue, her entire body feeling it as goosebumps spread over her skin before he connected their kiss. It was heaven, it was- cut short. Curious she pulled away only to look down at his hand and then subsequently his wound, her brows furrowed and a frown graced her lips. Fucking Blake, ruining everything. "Baby..." The concern in her voice slipped out so easily as she watched the trickle of blood making it's way down his side. "Yeah. Okay..." She lifted herself carefully off of him, not caring that there was blood smeared on her or any of that. She headed to the linen closet and grabbed the first aid kit. When she came back Blakely got down on her knees on the floor, setting the kit by her leg as she took out some of the stuff to clean it, when he tried to take it from her she looked up at him, the seriousness in her eyes burning. "Let me." It wasn't an ask, she would do it or else. When he seemed to back off she poured the small thing of peroxide on it and watched it bubble before wiping it clean with some of the gauze. If it wasn't for the fact that she shared the same body with Blake... She gritted her teeth. "I hate that she did this to you." The worry on her face didn't lessen as she set the used stuff down in a pile before grabbing the needle and thread. "Do you want some of the lidocaine? Or do you want me to just stich it like this?" She looked up at him, her bottom lip out in a pout. "I want to do it, don't fight me on it, Travis. In a way it's...my fault." In a round about one, but still at least this way he wouldn't only think of her when he looked at the scar in the future.

Travis shook his head at the lidocaine. “No, I don’t want anything numb for you. Once you’re done I want you again. Just stitch it up, please.” He winced at the peroxide as it bubbled and fizzed on his wound. “I won’t fight you, Blakely. I trust you. This isn’t your fault. She did this to me. I won’t let her do it again.” He turned and leaned back on his elbows to allow her full access to his side. He breathed heavily in anticipation of the pain. “Wai-wai-wait. Give me a kiss before you start.” He pushed himself up, taking her face in his hands. He pressed his lips to hers, passionately locking with her as his thumbs stroked her cheeks. When he finally broke their kiss be pressed his forehead to hers. “Alright, I’m ready now.” He leaned back again for her, eyes squeezed shut, waiting for the needle to pierce him. @EnchantedNymph

He'd said no lidocaine and for that she stared at him for a minute before threading the needle. He leaned back and readied himself but when she had brought the needle to his wound she froze when Travis told her to wait. Blakely shook her head and gave a sigh, moving to let their lips meet as he stroked her cheek. The kiss wasn't anywhere near as passionate as their earlier ones but it was enough that her breathing was slightly off as he pulled away. He leaned back again and this time she didn't wait, as soon as his eyes had shut she made the initial stab with the needle, pulling the thread through before she readied it to go again. It wasn't that much different from when Blake had town a sweater and she'd needed to repair it, though his flesh did give more resistance. Every so often she would pause, giving him a moment if he jerked our groaned before she continued. It hadn't taken her long at all before she was done. "There..." She clipped the end of it off and dropped the needle with the rest of the things to be discarded. "Let me get a bandage on top of it....and you have to take it easy. We can't risk you opening it again." She bent over placing a soft kiss as close as she could before doing just what she had said, her eyes looking up at him when it was finally and truly complete. Her hand resting over the bandage as she looked up into his eyes. "I love you..."

Travis groaned and squirmed his way through the pain, cherishing the few moments of pause to catch his breath. She was quick with her hands, but it felt like an eternity to him. He certainly handled it better than when he had done the stitches himself. He at least gave himself credit for that. “Yes, please. I want to be done with this fucking thing.” He said breathlessly. He flinched initially at her kiss, then relaxed, looking down at her. I love you.. The words reverberated in his head. A smile broke out across his face. “Come here, you.” He grabbed her arm and pulled her up toward him. His lips crashing with hers as soon as they could reach her as he tried to pull her down on top of him in the bed. “I love you too.” He whispered back. @EnchantedNymph

He'd delt with the pain surprisingly well and Blakely wanted to account it to the fact that he was with her. She had remembered his reaction to when Blake had stabbed him, her lips turned down in a frown at the recollection. It was strange, how she could recall every one of Blake's memories yet Blake didn't even so much as know of Blakely's existence other than in passing from what her mother had said. It frustrated and pissed Blakely off but that wasn't important right now, what was laid right in front of her, beckoning her to come to him. She would join him on the bed, his arm reached out and pulled her upward, their lips clashing as she let out a sigh of contentment. He pulled her down and she was careful how her body fell on him, mindful of his freshly sewn wound. "I told you we needed to be careful." She growled, her lips pressing into his again. "You're mine, she's not allowed to leave another mark on you. Mine."

Travis nodded, before kissing her deeply. He smiled into her lips before breaking them and looking into her eyes. “With you I don’t think careful is in my DNA anymore.” He pressed his forehead to hers. “I’m yours, and you’re mine. Always. I won’t let her hurt either of us again.” He would never let Blake take Blakely away from him. Never let her take him out of the world where Blakely lived. He would never let anyone separate them. Blakely was the air in his lungs and the blood in his veins. Without her he was nothing, just an empty husk of sinew and bone. His hand traced down her side, grabbing a handful of her ass again as he stiffened beneath her. “Please.” He begged. “I need you again.” His free hand caressed her cheek, his thumb drifting over her lips and pulling her bottom lip down slightly. “I want you now. I want you always. You’re my missing piece, my love.” @EnchantedNymph

Her eyes closed as his forehead pressed against her own, that smile on her lips was a genuine one. One that if Blake had been at the helm he would not be granted such a sight. It didn't matter what happened between the other two before, he knew of her, accepted her and that was all she had ever wanted. She was not Blake, and she was just as real as her if not more. If only there was a way for Blakely to become the main identity. Her eyes opened as his hands groped her ass, a soft sound escaping her as he begged. That happy smile became a devilish smirk as she felt him harden beneath her. Her face pressed against his palm while he pulled on her bottom lip and Blakely opened her mouth and took his thumb between her lips, her tongue tracing up it before she sucked on it. They were both still nude, it was so easy just to reposition herself just right before she felt the head of his cock press against her entrance. She pressed her body against him then, her slickness still evident as a soft moan left her. Releasing his thumb Blakely nipped at the tip. "And you are mine, so take me. Complete me and fill my soul Travis."

Travis needed no further invitation. He thrust up into her, burying himself to the hilt. He moaned loud as her warmth enveloped him. The thick head of his cock pressed against her deepest parts, snug and throbbing. Practically oozed desire. His hand left her cheek to wrap around her throat. He squeezed, using the leverage to push her down onto himself as he began to thrust in and out of her. He squeezed her ass again as he urgently pushed up into her warmth. She’s mine, I’m hers. Always. He thought to himself as he turned her head and began to kiss down her neck. He stopped at her collar bone, kissing and gently sucking the sensitive skin between the bone and her shoulder. He squeezed her neck, pushing her upwards so she was sitting on his hips. “Come on, Blakely. Show me what you’ve got, darling.” His hand left her ass and drifted up her body, feeling her smooth skin as his fingers traced up to her breasts. He tweaked one of her nipples, pulling it gently upward to urge her on. @EnchantedNymph

He hilted and she couldn't help the moan that escaped her. Back arching and her pussy squeezing excitedly around his rock hard cock. He practically throbbed inside of her, filling that piece that had missing in the entirety of her existence. Lips parted she gasped for breath lightly as her body adjusted to the size of him, gasped until she felt that hand of his wrap deliciously around her neck and begin to squeeze. That gasp turned into a groan as he pushed he down even further. Her hips grinding against him causing his cock to press just right into her most sensitive bits. He pressed into her again, the motion causing her tits to bounce just right, her nipples hardening as her arousal only seemed to grow. Her eyes swam with a heat that spoke of her desire for him, the corner of Blakely's lip turning upward into a smirk. Mine. Her thoughts echoed his own and somehow she knew that, knew it in ever molecule of her being as her body hummed with a need. Travis kissed and sucked on her neck, her eyes drifting closed as she let her hips roll against him, her inner walls clenching urging him on. He squeezed her neck tighter and her lips parted wider, a moan leaving her as her eyes popped open, flicking downward to meet his bright blue eyes. 'Come on Blakely. Show me what you've got, darling.' His words were seductive, heated in just the right way, that gravelly tone to his voice causing that same heat to transfer into her. Blakely groaned, her hips rolling once more as she felt his hand pinch and pull her taut nipples. As if a switch has been pressed that rolling of her hips became a bounce, her tits moving up and down with the motion of her body. "Yes, ahhh- Sir." Blakely's words came out as a moan, her eyes holding his as she moved her hands to press against his pectoral muscles. With the new leverage and careful of his wounded side she began to bounce and gyrate against him. Her slick walls squeezing at just the right moments. (edited)

He held her gaze for a moment, but as she began to bounce up and down on him Travis struggled to keep his eyes open. “Ooooh, fuck, Blakely. Good girl!” He moaned up toward her. His grip on her throat faltered as he was lost in the motion of her hips. Slowly his hand fell away from her neck and to her hip as if imploring her for more. He had relinquished control as she rode him. Her depths squeezed and massaged him, eliciting more moans as if he were were freely giving his entire soul. Her breast in his hand, the feel of her gyrating hips in his other, even her hand pressed to his chest. It was all rapturous. He pushed himself up slightly to meet here with each movement of her hips. “Shit, fuck, just like that! Oh god, good-fucking-girl.” Despite his firm exterior, right now he was a puddle of goo in her hands. She gripped his cock with a such passion, he had to fight not to lose himself to the crashing waves of pleasure. He knew if he sunk below that surface he would be lost. He needed to bring himself back from the brink, to seize the moment once again. Travis grabbed both of her hips as he started to thrust into her, unable to control his heat for her. He knew he was fighting a losing battle, but wanted to antagonize her just a little more before she inevitable won this fight. “Is that all you’ve got, love? Come on, give me everything. Leave it all here on the bed with me. I want all you have.” He dug his fingers into her as he thrust into her with intense force. His eyes locked with hers. “Come on, little one.” @EnchantedNymph

His praise had her body practically humming, an energy buzzing beneath the surface of her skin. Even with her lips parted as her little cries of pleasure escaped her. His hand let her throat go, moving to grip her hips instead and Blakely took that as direction. Her hips rocking even harder as she bounced on his cock, each time his head pressing into that spot that made every inch of her body crave more. His words only egged her on further, her nails digging into his chest as she rode him like it was the last thing she would ever do. Her inner walls clenched, her tits bounced and her head fell back as she moaned his name. Her hair cascading as wild chocolate waves on her back. The sounds of their bodies connecting was so loud, louder than the squeaking of the mattress beneath them and Blakely found herself wanting, needing to drive it further. As if he had known her thoughts the next words that left his lips were taunting, the look in his eyes just as much if not more as he slammed himself into her depths. His nails dug into her hips and she groaned, her entire body kicking it up even further. The room began to blur, her tits bouncing up and down, her walls squeezing him with each downward thrust at her command. Her groan turned into a small growl as she moved her hands up his chest until she could use the wall above his head as support. With the better leverage Blakely amped it up again, the entire mattress moving with the rock of her hips. "Trrrrravis!" Her head fell forward as she stared at him, her hips continuously rocking. Blakely's tits jiggling in his face as she moaned. "This what you want baby? Mm, fuck I'm so close." Her body was coated in a thin sheen of sweat, her breaths coming out ragged as she felt every muscle in her body tighten. She was going to cum, and it was more than likely going to leave her entire body as jello after.

“Get down here!” He commanded, breathlessly. He quickly grabbed her hair and brought her face to his. “I want to feel all of you on all of me, all at once.” He pressed his lips to hers, holding the back of her head with one hand, and with the other he gripped her lower back as he continued to thrust up into her. His cock slammed into her each time, balls slapping against her with the force of their some making. His strong arm was wrapped over her, pulling them as close as possible each and every time. “Oh, fuck, Blakely, fuck I’m going to cum. Where do you want it, little one? Where do you want me to cum?” He never slowed, speeding recklessly to what he hoped would be a mutual climax. @EnchantedNymph

She gasped as he pulled on her hair, forcing her down to meet his face. The pain of it only seeming to add to her twisted sense of pleasure. Blakely returned the kiss he gave, the sloppiness of it causing her to groan. He rammed into her repeatedly and she met each thrust of his, the tightness of her body only increasing with each and every slap of his balls against her flesh. She was so close, so close to exploding and giving him every ounce of her that she possibly could. Tears formed in the corner of her eyes as the kiss broke, the gasp of breath she took filling her lungs and making her slightly light headed. He pulled her closer, their slick bodies pressing against each other as he warned that he was going to cum. "Don't you dare cum anywhere else but inside of me. I need it. Ahhhhh- FUCK! Travis I'm-" Before she could even finish her sentence her pussy began to spasm all around him, her heat spreading all over him as she came. Her hands entangled themselves in his hair as she held on to dear life. The moan she gave as she practically shattered around him ringing out right beside his ear.

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Travis pressed himself fully into her as she came around his cock. It was all too much, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. “Shiiit, Blakely!” He moaned loudly as a torrent of love spilled from him. He clung to her like a shipwrecked sailor might cling to a raft, like she was life itself and to let her go now was to lose himself to the blackness of the void around. She was rapture. She was salvation. She is mine. His whole body shuddered as goosebumps appeared on his skin. He held her close as his body instinctively thrust slightly against her as he emptied himself into her depths. He had cum hard and he filled her, experiencing a most transcendent pleasure he could never explain in words. He groaned in her ear, one hand still on the back of her head as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. He began to slowly slip into the afterglow with her. His grip on her hair loosened, as did the arm around her back. His breathing came hot and heavy beside her ear as his lungs fought for oxygen. “I love you.” @EnchantedNymph

Each spasm of her sex around his cock pulled her deeper into that passion she felt for Travis, the need for him to fill her had finally been answered as she felt his seed begin to shoot up inside her depths. She was complete in his arms as both of their bodies clung to each other, each one shuddering with the waves of their release. His hips still rocked into her, those last few thrusts making sure to drive home completely. Travis was hers, and she had given herself to him. Trusted him with all of her being as his grip loosened on her. Blakely didn't remove herself from on top of him, their bodies remaining connected as she looked down at him. His words pierced her heart and her eyes softened. "And I love you..." She bent down, playing a gentle kiss on the corner of his lips, one on each side before she coaxed his lips fully into a kiss. Her tongue tracing his bottom lip before she urged them to part, diving her tongue into his mouth to explore, to taste, to devour his moans as she let him slip from inside of her. Their combined passion spilling out. Pulling away from the kiss she smirked at him, that spark of mischief once again in her eyes. "I think I might need another bath. I've become such a dirty girl." @Knight Night 🛡

Travis smiled at her words. With each little kiss at the corners of his mouth he rose up to try to steal her lips back. When her full lips finally met his she didn’t have to wait long for him accept her tongue into his mouth, his tongue fencing with hers. He moaned into her mouth as he slipped from her, feeling their collection spill from her. As they parted he took in her scheming face, grinning back at her. “Blakely, I think you’ve always been a dirty girl, my love.” He brought his hand to her flush cheek, his thumb tracing across her lips. “Before that, can you do one thing for me?” He reached for his phone beside the bed. “I want you to record something. For her. I need her to know why she can’t be free. I need her to know why she has to stay here. But it has to come from you. She couldn’t hate me more.” @EnchantedNymph

"Hm?" She lifted herself on her elbows, that smile still on her lips from his comment about always being dirty. He had a point, she was the half that always dealt with the hard hitting dark things, this was the first time in her existence where she didn't feel like it was a punishment and instead life had decided she deserved a reward. Her reward? The man that was looking at her like she hung the moon. He reached for his phone and Blakely couldn't help but be curious, thinking perhaps he was going to ask her to take some sexy pics for him or something. Instead what he asked for had a frown forming on her lips. "Is that a good idea?" Even though she asked the question she took his phone anyway, looking down at it as she sat up on the bed. Her lips still turned down in a frown, her eyes glanced back up at him. "I need a shirt, she's going to shit herself if she sees herself naked, Travis." Why did she even care? They shared the same body, but that was about as far as it went and Blakely wasn't outright sure that Blake wasn't aware of her existence. She had a feeling it was more blissful ignorance than anything. "Fine...For you. I'll do it for you." She reiterated before swiping up on the camera icon on the screen. Once it pulled up and she was given a shirt she tossed it on just enough to cover her bare chest. It'd been his shirt he had been wearing and it still smelled like him which made her happy and made this sort of worth it in the end. Hitting the read button she hit the record button. blankspace

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Blakely fidgeted with her hair for a moment before she looked into the small lens. "Blake, Travis has asked me to make this- so here we are." She held up her hand and gave a small wave though her face looked anything but friendly. "My name is Blakely and I'm your other personality. I've dealt with all the shit you couldn't handle and for the most part I hated it, have hated it. Now though? I don't. We're not going anywhere. We belong here, with Travis. So stop being a little bitch and accept that this is our reality now. Behave and Travis will be nice. Don't behave and I'll make your life hell." She lowered the camera and looked at Travis, "Is that good? Enough?" She scrunched her face. "Oh!" She lifted the camera and angled it at the both of them. "He's mine, don't get any ideas." She smiled sweetly before turning her head and giving him a kiss that started off relatively sweet. Then she forgot what the original purpose of it was all together and dropped the phone on the bed, the camera angled at the ceiling as she kissed him deeper, a soft complacent sound leaving her throat.

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Travis watched her with admiration as she recorded the video for Blake. He was struck by her courage and poise in front of that camera. He wondered for just a moment if he was making the right decision here, but he assured himself Blake deserved to know. He just hoped she would be understanding. She had to be. Travis didn’t want a world where he wasn’t together with Blakely. Her kiss surprised him, but he quickly sank into her lips. He passionately kissed her back, just enjoying her against him. He reached over and locked his phone, ending the recording. “Now, how about that bath?” He asked, eyes drinking her in.

The man had come down off the porch, curious why the older detective was acting so strange. “-I said is everything all right?” He asked again as he approached Detective Chamberlain. “Stop. Stop where you are!” Tim shouted at the college student. He pulled the service revolved from the holster under his jacket and pointed it at the boy. “I said stop right there!!” Kyle’s eyes were big and fearful, immediately welling up with tears at the sight of the silver gun being pointed at him. “O-okay, m-mister!” Kyle began instinctively getting on the ground and trying to raise his hands at the same time. “L-look, I’m sorry! Sometimes I like to hotbox in parking lots with my buddies or chicks, I thought the car was clean. I’m sorry! I didn’t think it was a big deal! It was just some pot!” The college boy had just finished laying face down when two police cars came flying up, uniformed officers leaping out of the vehicle and rushing to the older man’s side. “Cuff him. I found hair back here that we need to get tested. Impound the car and take him to an interrogation room at the station if you would.” Tim had a habit of making his demands sound more like requests. It was no time at all before Tim had the small plastic bag with the hair inside on the desk of the forensic team. “Johnny, whatever favors I got left, I need your help on this. Will ya please expedite the DNA testing against what we have on file for my missing person, Blake Fulton?” The tech nodded and took the bag, walking over to a complex looking machine. “Fine, but you owe me lunch for a week.” The tech said begrudgingly. With that taken care of, Kyle would be next. Tim headed for the boy’s interrogation room. He knew he would break him in a heartbeat, crack him like an egg. An egg? Tim thought. He must be hungry. He’d have to cool it with the food analogies. @EnchantedNymph

She hadn't heard back from the detective, her fear had only sat and festered with each passing hour. Laura hadn't slept in days, her husband had insisted she take something, to just get a bit of sleep but she couldn't... Not when Blake was out there god knew where with some pervert or worse. She could be dead in a ditch somewhere. A sob raked her, her hands gripping tightly on the steering wheel as her vision blurred slightly. She swerved, not paying much attention to the road as she wiped at her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt. The news on the radio hadn't even mentioned her daughter's disappearance yet, but she knew they would. It's why she had tuned it, she'd called the station, done an interview with several local outlets pleading for the return of her daughter. It didn't matter that the detective had told her to wait for a call. She couldn't just sit and wait, not why her baby was out there. Laura swerved again, this time intentionally as she pulled into a parking spot in front of Blake's dorm building. Already a new crew was waiting. Good. Laura didn't even worry about what her face looked like, she knew her eyes were puffy, her make up smeared from the day before. "For my baby." She released the steering wheel, moving to her phone to text Taylor one more time to make sure she too would be ready for the news crew. Both of them had agreed they'd do what they could to bring Blake home and this was the start. Receiving the confirmation text that she was on her way down Laura stepped out of her car, locking the door as she made her way to the news van. "Mrs. Fulton?" She gave a nod to the news anchor. He looked about her age, a graying beard with a serious tone. His suit was nice. "Yes, that's me." "This way, we're just waiting for her friend and then we can begin." Laura nodded, being shuffled to a chair. "Would you like a water before we begin? Let's go over the story one more time before we're on the air, that alright?" She blankly nodded.

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Twenty minutes later and they were on the air, Laura weeping silently as she told her daughter's story. They showed a current picture of her, even going so far as taking them through the dorm room of where she had last been seen. The segment would end with a message with a hotline number. If you have any information about the whereabouts or leads for Blake Fulton please call 1-800-FINDBLAKE @Knight Night 🛡

The door slammed behind him as he marched into Interrogation Room #3. Detective Chamberlain always liked how it screeched a little before the hollow, heavy metallic clank. Very intimidating. He thought to himself. He set the folder down on the table in front of Kyle, who was now cuffed to the table. The boy’s eyes were red and puffy, still wide with fear. He sniffled occasionally, trying to keep his nose from running. Tim regarded him sternly. Pathetic. I’ll break him like a chestnut at Christmastime “Kyle. I’m going to level with you.” The older detective took a seat across from the young man. “We know you did it. We know you put that poor girl in your truck and took her. Why don’t you just level with us before something worse happens to her and we have to add murder to your rap sheet?” Kyle went from terrified to confused. “N-no man, are you talking about Blake? I didn’t fucking touch her, bro! I’m telling you, she ghosted us that night!” Tim glared.I wanted this to be easy, but it seems nothing is ever fucking easy. “Kyle. There’s a tradition that started a number of years back. Now I don’t fully understand it myself, but when one man belongs to another, it’s common to hold onto the pocket of the owner to show submission. When you get to county, just remember to hold that pocket real tight, you understand? Do you know that they are going to do to a pretty boy like yourself in prison? You know what a bitch is, Kyle? That’s you in about 8 hours if you don’t level with me right now. Where is Blake Fulton, Kyle?!” The college boy began to sob with the sudden realization of how upside down his life could be turned by this situation. “Please, sir, please! I didn’t do this! She just disappeared! I wish I knew where she was, I just don’t! I would tell you!” Timothy frowned. This wasn’t going his was at all. Dammit, he was starting to believe the boy too. He opened the folder in front of Kyle and turned it toward him. “If you’re so innocent please help me

understand why we found one of Blake’s hairs in your trunk?” He left the folder in front of the boy and swiftly exited the room. He’d let the ruminate on that for a bit and hit him again in an hour. “No please!” Kyle yelled as the door slammed loudly behind the detective. Tim rubbed his temples before looking up at the TV playing the news. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing as 1-800-FINDBLAKE flashed across the bottom of the interview. “Give me a fucking break!” He shouted, realizing how much this complicated things. If the boy was telling the truth, and he was beginning to suspect that may be the case, he’d now have to chase down every quack that called into the hotline because they saw a curly-haired brunette at the store. It was going to be a goddamn nightmare. Why don’t the parents ever just listen? @EnchantedNymph

The next time she came to she was tucked up in the blankets. The smell of Travis's cologne had her tensing, her eyes opening instantly as she sat up. Disoriented she looked around the dim lit room though she didn't see him anywhere. Glancing down at herself for fear that she was naked she was relieved to find herself in clothes... Her clothes. A loose fitted tank top with the words I'm not short, I'm fun size on it in vivid colors. Her pajama shorts and even her underwear were her own too. She...didn't remember getting out of the back, nor did she recall getting dressed. He'd actually gone and got her clothes? What had disturbed Blake the most was the fact that try as she might she couldn't remember any of it. The last thing she remembered was getting in the bathtub after locking the door. Biting her lip she slipped from the bed, she was sore between her legs and she frowned. Wrapping an arm around herself she made her way into the bathroom. For the moment she wasn't concerned about where Travis was, she was more worried about the gaps in time. From the light coming in through the window it was late evening. Just what the hell was going on? Had she lost it? Had he hit her one too many times and she'd finally just snapped? Blake stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, taking in the bruised handprints around her neck as well as a myriad of hickies... ones she didn't recall either. She had bags under her eyes darker than a dark roast coffee and her lips were swollen. She looked sick. Frowning she moved to the toilet to relieve herself when a wave of nausea hit. Shutting her eyes she took shaky breaths trying to calm herself. Was her mom looking for her? Had she gone to the police? If she had her clothes that meant Travis hadn't gotten caught like she had hoped. Groaning she ran a hand over her face, grabbing the toilet paper to clean herself before she flushed the toilet. blankspace

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She supposed she should couldn't stay in the room forever, her stomach already demanding food. The pain in her stomach likely was because she hadn't eaten since the last time he had fed her. Sucking in a breath she washed her hands, pointedly not looking into the mirror so she didn't have to look at the hollow version of herself. When she exited the bedroom she heard noises coming from the kitchen. Of course he'd be in there... For a moment Blake was half tempted to go back into the room and pretend to still be asleep but the smell of the food, even if he was a completely fucking nuts, smelt delicious and her mouth watered. Plus, she needed something to drink so she quietly made her way into the Kitchen.

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Travis stood over the burners, white apron tied around his waist and a dish towel over his shoulder. He was furiously whipping mashed potatoes as sirloin steaks sizzled in a still hot skillet on a pot holder next to the range. He poured in some cream, melted butter, salt, pepper, and rosemary as he turned the normally ridged starchy food, smoothing them into something creamy and delicious. He hear those small feet padding across the floor and looked over his shoulder expectantly to greet her. He instantly knew his Blakely wasn’t there. The delighted smile quickly faded from his face. “Oh, Blake, it’s you.” Maybe it was the walk, or the way she carried herself, but the difference was clear to Travis. It wasn’t even something that was conscious, his heart just knew when he was looking at his love. This wasn’t her. “I’m glad you found your clothes. It wasn’t easy, but I managed.” He turned the burner off and removed the potatoes from the range. He rinsed his hands before taking the towel off his shoulder and dried his hands before tossing it on the counter top. He came around the island, leaving against the edge of it, sure to give her a comfortable about of space. “Listen. We need to talk..” @EnchantedNymph

Who else would it have been? The question popped into her mind but she pushed it aside, "I didn't...f- Did you dress me?" Blake asked him, trying her best not to outright freak out. Though hearing it hadn't been easy she was glad, even if he wasn't caught. At least he had a moment where things hadn't gone exactly his way. She wrapped her arms around herself before taking a seat at the island counter, her feet dangling from the tall chair. 'Listen, we need to talk...' His tone of voice made her think he was about to break up with her which...they weren't even together. But if he had grown tired of her maybe...maybe he would let her go home? She tried to hide the hopefulness in her face as she cleared her throat. "C-can I have a glass of water first?" @Knight Night 🛡

Travis nodded and grabbed a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water from the fridge. He slid it across the counter to her. He sighed deeply, mentally preparing himself. “So, about who dressed you. You did that. But You didn’t do that. Do you understand?” His forehead scrunched in consternation. “I’m not doing a good job of explaining this.. That day in the food court I mistook you for someone else. You aren’t the person I thought you were. So, because of that things are going to have to change between us. I won’t.. force myself on you anymore. I don’t want anything romantic between us, because if I did anything with you, it would be cheating on her.” He emphasized the word like it was suppose mean something, though that meaning was clearly not understood. “I’ve fallen head over heels, and I really really love her.” He smiled ear to ear, pausing as if he expected a congratulations from his captive. He cleared his throat before continuing. “So from now on you can do your own thing here. No more cage, no more toys or straps, just please behave. I don’t want to hurt you, but I’ll do what I have to to keep her and I together. From now on you and I are just roommates.” @EnchantedNymph

She grabbed the water as it slid right in front of her, taking it and drinking nearly about half of it in a short time before she heard him respond. What he was saying didn't make any sense. What did he mean that she had dressed herself but hadn't? There was only one version of herself, was this some sort of twisted mind fuck right now? "How did you...confuse me for someone else?" Did she have a doppelganger out there somewhere that she didn't know about? Her face scrunched up even more confused, the cup was cradled in her hands and she clenched it tighter when he said things were going to change between them. She didn't understand, if she wasn't who he wanted why was he keeping her? None of this made sense. He went on to explain that he had fallen in love and her lips still held that confused look with a hint of a frown. "W-why can't I go home if I'm not the one you want?" None of this made sense. She wanted to go home, not stay here under lock and key with a guy that had caged her, forced her to do things... raped her. Blake shook her head. "I don't want to be your roommate! I have a life, i-if it's not me you want just let me go home. I w-won't tell anyone what happened. Please-"