Blindsided
For @brutal-nemesis' Darkness Day! I'm two days late but what is time, anyway? This is an idea I've had in mind for this series for a very long time and the prompt was the perfect nudge to finally write it. Set a little later through the series than anything I've written so far.
The idea was also a prompt I came up with myself at some point but I can't find the post again to link to it...
Content: sort-of body modification, needles and skin stitching, blindfolds, lady whumper, captive whumpee, multiple whumpees, creepy/intimate whumper, loss of sight (temporary), blood, pet/honorific names but not pet whump, angst etc etc
Alex wakes up slowly, and moves even slower, barely at all in fact. As his consciousness swims to the surface he realises it’s because he’s restrained. Again. It’s not something he ever gets used to despite the situation. It’s always unsettling, always comes with a jolt of panic.
He tries to get his bearings, twitches in the bonds. He’s laid on something hard and flat, feels restriction around each limb, can’t even move his head properly. And—something else. He groans, tries harder to force his eyes open only—they are. There’s just something blocking them.
“Oh good, you’re awake. I really want you to feel this but I was getting a little impatient,” Adria says from uncomfortably close beside him. Her fingers, hot and so close to burning, trace the line of his forehead and brush his hair further back from his face.
There are so many things he could ask. What happened? How did they tie him down without waking him? Why is she doing this? What’s the plan now? None of them matter, really. It will happen whether he understands or not. Unfortunately she likes the sound of her own voice too much.
“Seeing you utterly helpless is so nice, especially because I don’t think you fully understand the position you find yourself in here.”
“I’m a prisoner, what more is there to get?”
“You’re the bottom of the pecking order darling, and it’s time you started to act like it.”
Something pulls more tighty under his chin and forces his head up and back, digging into the underside of his soft palate. It makes it hard to swallow. The fabric laid over his eyes shifts as he moves, slipping further down his forehead and exposing more of his nose. He wiggles his eyebrows trying to shift it more, to see again, but Adria’s hand quickly stops his progress and it drapes once more across his eyes blocking all the light except at the edges.
“So tying me to a table is your new big idea?” he grits out. He feels vulnerable. Exposed. Laid out ready for her to touch. Or to hurt. Those things are one and the same here, but this feels... different.
“There’ll be a little more than that. Something to keep the spark alive, so to speak. At least for me. I’m curious how well you’ll keep up that tone after this.”
His mouth goes suddenly dry. Adria is always so un-flustered, but this seems calculating and that’s got to be dangerous.
“Go on, ask. You know you want to,” she whispers, breath ghosting over his ear.
Alex grinds his teeth and strains against the ropes and straps holding him. When his effort is exhausted and nothing has changed he stares unblinkingly into the darkness that covers his vision and breathes out through his nose. The words come like they’re being dragged out of him, a morbid curiosity. “What are you going to do?”
He can almost hear her smile, the wicked glint of it like the ringing of the sharpest blade against a whetstone. “I’m going to take your eyes.”
AHHHHH!!! AHHHHHHHH fkdhsgsjgjf gahhh SO GOOD! the pain, the angst, Alex's reactions and his defiance despite it all, jasper trying to help and yet making it worse, adria's twisted logic (which I live so much, yes force them to rely on each other evil badass lady),,, just AHHHHH *rolls around screeching happily for awhile* 😁😍👌👀💕🙏😁