5. Drug My Muse
(Please send more I love this)
Cw: forced, non-con drugging, manhandling, punch, broken nose, abuse, captivity setting, fear of abandonment, pet whump, dehumanization, cursing, non-con touching (non-sexual)
Rune was being bad again.
“Please, please, sir, please!” They begged, clinging onto Darius’s arm like a lifeline, which, at the moment, it very well might have been.
“Shut up, you stupid mutt,” The man hissed, as he wrenched his hand away from them. “I did not-”
“Please, I can’t- you can’t-“ Rune struggled to find the words. He couldn’t leave them here. “Please-”
“Stop it!” Darius yelled, drawing his fist back, and slamming it into Rune’s face. They recoiled with a whimper, trembling hands coming up to cup their nose, which was already beginning to stream blood. “It’s for a night, you dumbass,” He growled. He was right, it only was for a night. One night alone in the cold, dark hotel, all by themself. Rune whimpered, their eye catching on the tail of a mouse as it scurried across the dirty carpet floor.
“Please,” They whimpered, as blood dribbled down their chin, dripping to stain their already dirtied shirt.
“Shut the fuck up, Rune.”
They whimpered again, but pressed their lips together. Whenever Darius used their full name, they knew they were in trouble.
“I really wanted to save this for some other time, but if you seriously can’t calm yourself down…” Darius muttered, more to himself as he crossed the room to the dresser where his duffel bag sat. Rune watched with fearful eyes as he rummaged through it for a minute, before pulling out a clear orange pill bottle, with a crisp white label.
“Get over here,” He snapped his fingers, pointing to a spot by his feet as he twisted off the cap to the pill bottle. Slowly and scared, Rune inched their way across the floor to where the man was pointing. He crouched down, and grabbed their chin with one hand, holding four white tablet pills up to their mouth. “Open.”
Rune whimpered, keeping their mouth firmly shut as they shook their head slightly.
“It’s not a choice, you fucking brat, now open your mouth,” Darius grunted as he pried a finger between Rune’s lips, forcing open their jaw. They cried and twisted away, which only resulted in Darius tackling them backwards, and forcing the pills into their mouth.
“Swallow.” He hissed, clamping a hand over Rune’s nose and lips. The pills were beginning to dissolve on their tongue, leaving a horribly bitter taste in their mouth. They yelled against the hand, trying to thrash and spit out the pills, but his grip was to firm, and they were running out of air-
Rune choked down the tablets, tears springing to their eyes. Carefully, Darius removed his hand.
“Show me.” He ordered, and Rune hesitantly opened their mouth, their lips and teeth stained red from the blood that leaked from their nostrils. “Good. Now get into place, we’ll talk about punishments for your behavior once I get back.”
