Captive heartbreak
My name is Ventus.
This is my story of being in love.
"No…. please let me go", I struggled and shouted to get someone to notice me. My captor quickly covered my mouth and I fainted from the fumes.
What's going to happen to me?
The moment I gained my sight back, I was in a desolate room. It was most likely being refurbished as only one mattress where I lay existed in this carpeted flooring. The only window had opaque curtains to shroud any images of myself to the outside world. The room itself wasn't cold, rather kept warm enough that I could sleep comfortably without a blanket. The color of the wall was a painted light blue, just like my eyes. I couldn't move much as my arms and legs were tied up.
*creak*
The door swayed in, revealing the kidnapper. He was a medium build but very muscle toned. He wore casual clothing, almost ordinary to anyone; a dark shirt with a crimson vest for his upper body. His lower body had a torn up black jean with a chain hanging loose from his left pocket. The face was something I took more time with. His masculine chin highlights an intimidating look. Sharp golden eyed pierced through my eyes scanning for weak points. Hair as deep as the abyss spiked all around as if dancing for joy. A wide smirk grew on his mouth, he had one pierced ear with a weaponized cross shaped imaged earring; possibly the earring was custom made.
My captor didn't speak at all. He didn't need to as he played with my body. He unzipped my pants and groped my butt-cheek.
"Aihhh… ah", I tried to fight back the sensation he was inflicting into me. The biting commenced, not deep enough to penetrate the skin, but enough for markings. His saliva coated my neck and he began administering his hand on my penis. My boxers were no protection against him. Pumping vigorously until I climax onto his hand, he found pleasure in tasting me. He smeared my juice across my mouth, enticing me to let me in. When he couldn't wait anymore, he squeezed my balls. I reactively unlock my mouth from the forceful abuse. His fingers toyed with my tongue. I tasted the salty, yet slightly sweet semen. I felt disgusted, but I wanted more. He unlocked another side to me. I wanted him to touch me, make me feel used and abused.
The passage of time eluded me. My hope of escape diminished as the weeks grew on. Instead, I found great joy from the daily visit of my tormentor/captor. He would feed me 3 times a day, however there was a catch. He would only do it by finger, no utensils. Always, I would need to suck, lick or slurp from his fingers. If I massaged his finger right, he would give me a bit more and after the meal, we would have intercourse.
As more time passed, he grew to trust me. Untying my restraints, I could literally walk out the door for freedom. I had no urge to. I just wanted to be with him. He made me feel like I was his whole world. The day he untied me, was the day I could shower without his assistance. Before, he would bathe me and pump my organ senseless. I felt ecstasy clouding my thought. I couldn't deny how much pleasure this was doing to me.
Kissing became a second nature by this time. His silence demeanor made me felt needed. I voluntarily sucked on his cock whenever I could. His precum had a sweeter composition. I licked his tip like a snake tasting the air. He would leak out moans of satisfaction to me. Going for a deeper blowjob was more difficult than I imagined. The instinctive gag reflex almost had me stopping, but he guided me through this journey. His hand expressed a gentle nature to me while I was face deep into his member. Unable to hold him in anymore, I gasped out for air.
"Guhh… ah…ahh… Ahmmmmm", I went back to his tip and gave it more attention. His organ let loose his sex juice. I lapped it up, but didn't swallow any fluid. I move up to his face to share it with a kiss. From there, he finished the night making me ride his cock on an euphoria trip. Naked and sticky, I wished for another round. He was sleeping soundly; perhaps another day.
That day never came.
I saw my captor; no he was now my lover. He seemed a bit panicky; he lifted up a gun to me.
Was this where it ended. Was I only his sex toy, nothing more?
Glass shattered from other rooms as several voices rummaged through the building. I could only assume that they were the police force here to rescue me. The irony of their late arrival. I was ready to act as a shield for my lover. He shoved me aside and pointed to the invaders. A round of shots impacted the raven man. He collapsed slowly onto the ground, just slow enough for me to catch him. He didn't have the surprised death look in him. It was a face of content, smiling from the pain. He was coughing up blood; I teared up knowing his life force was fading away. He used his remaining strength to kiss me before being lifeless. My eyes gushed up, warm salty tears dripped onto my lover's face.
This man, this evil yet loving man took my life away. He separated me from my family and friends. I should hate him, yet I can only feel love for him. And now, I couldn't bear to live without him. I snatched up the gun before the police force could come to my aid. Pointing it square into my heart, a blast that hit me like a train. The pain was agonizing yet quick. I limped onto the corpse of my lover. I held his hand with my ebbing life. My heart and soul drifts onwards with him into the night sky.
I love you
Well this was my take on possibly the most angsty and dark story telling to date. I normally stick to happy or lovey dovey genre. I wanted to see how dark could I make this story without making my mind go all emo. What do you guys think? I try to incorporate some lemon into this dark story, but wasn't sure if I should of beaten up Ventus more. I felt it was more appropriate for his captor (Sexy Vanitas) to be a stalker figure. He remained silent because for this story, he lost his voice. How and why is up to your imagination. He could moan and groan, but never spoke a true word. Review and let me know what you think?
