TW for noncon.
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The sun was low on the horizon when he finally stumbled back from the other room several hours later, but it was setting. He had spent the day drinking and planning- which he would be the first to admit, was probably a bad combination- with Theo and Kristoff. She was sleeping on top of the covers, still completely naked when he walked in. They had come up with several different ideas for how to cut her loose without it coming back to bite them in the ass, but now seeing the person they were going to essentially ditch in the middle of nowhere, he was having mixed feelings about the plan. There was a chance she might die waiting for help, but like Theo had said several times throughout the day; She was no longer his problem. He had to get that in his head. The only problem was that it clashed with his new 'She's mine.' mentality. Theo didn't miss a thing though.
When he finally did walk in and close the door, he was quick to place her under the covers, not caring if she woke up- she didn't- then he crawled under the covers on his own side and passed out.
Many hours later when he finally woke up that night, she wasn't in bed with him. In a brief moment of panic he leapt out of bed searching for his gun- he found it in his bag where he'd left it- and then began pointing it around the room. He was about to run for the door- hoping that if she'd left, it would have been recently- when he finally registered the sound of running water. He turned his attention to the bathroom. It was closed, and light and steam were coming from under the door.
He walked up to it and knocked twice. "Charlie?"
After a second, she replied "Yes, Hans?"
"...Just checking." He said. He hesitated at the door for a few more seconds, considering going in, but then returned to the bed. He was still drunk from the day before and now hungover as well. He wanted to go find some Tylenol or aspirin for his head. Instead he picked up the phone and made a long distance call. His new plan required some help.
Once Charlie had finished her shower, and the long process of getting dressed again, she opened the door to find him lounging on the bed reading his notebook. He didn't look up immediately when she opened the door, only when she began limping over to the bed, and he was slightly caught off guard. Her wet hair sticking to her flushed face and plump lips brought back images from last night, and he once again began to have second thoughts about the plan. He closed his book as she carefully eased herself into the bed.
"Have you considered my proposal?" He asked.
"Right into it, then?"
"Yes." He said, slightly irritated from not getting much sleep.
"…I… Hans, I…" She trailed off looking conflicted.
"You're not coming." He supplied. When she looked at him with an apprehensive expression, he said "I figured as much."
"…And this changes nothing? You're still not going to kill me?"
"I'm not going to kill you and you are free to go." He agreed, though there was a distance in his voice and to the look on his face.
"When?"
He sighed as he turned, placing his book on the nightstand. "We've come up with a plan that should work out for everyone… but you're not going to like it."
"Why?"
"I'll tell you later, for now you need to get your story straight."
"I already know my story." She said. "You kept me close from the start, took me with you in case you needed leverage later on, and then let me go."
"Ah," He said quickly. "There lies one problem. As murderous thieves who have blown up buildings and shot many people, it would seem strange if we simply let you go. Instead say; we had to cut you loose. Say that your injuries were slowing us down."
"That's not too far from the truth." She noted.
"That's the point. Basing a lie on part of the truth can help make it convincing, and keep you from giving it away."
"So my injuries were slowing me down and you left me behind?" She asked. "Where are you leaving me?"
"Here." He said, gesturing to the room.
"That doesn't seem so bad."
"Tied up and drugged." He added.
"…Okay, what the fuck?!"
"I said you wouldn't like it." He said with a derisive snort.
"Why? Why any of that?"
"It's to make sure you won't call the police or the Canadian Mounties or whoever before we have a chance to get to the airport." They were not going to an airport anymore.
"I already told you I'm not going to turn you in." She said sincerely, leaning over to face him. "Don't you trust me?"
He was quiet for a moment, considering her question, but he didn't answer it. He wanted to, but he couldn't. Not yet. "It's also to give you plausible deniability. We'll make sure you're found, but not before we've boarded our plane." They would not be boarding any plane, especially when trying to smuggle six hundred million dollars out of a country. But she didn't need to know these things.
She couldn't argue with his logic- she was still just happy that he wasn't going to kill her- but it still made her uncomfortable. "…I-I guess."
"You must say that you were drugged the whole time, and that you don't remember much. Keep saying that; you don't remember much." She nodded at this.
"Oh," He stood up and began rummaging through one of the bags, stopped halfway through and opened another. After opening a third bag and digging through it he found what he was looking for, holding it up for her to see. It was her dress from the party, still covered in blood and dust from the building. "You'll have to wear this- I'll be taking all the clothes we bought for you."
"Because big bad terrorists wouldn't have given me clothes?" She asked.
"Yes, that too." He said. "But also because it's what you were wearing when you were last seen. It'll make it easier for them to believe you are who you say you are."
She was quiet for a minute after this, and he finally asked "What? Something's bothering you."
"When are you leaving? How soon?" She asked.
"A few hours from now." He replied. "Why?"
It was clear that she didn't want to talk about it, which only made him more interested. When he finally got the answer out of her it was "What happened last night between us? What was that?"
"It was sex." He said simply. He almost believed himself. He didn't want to admit that she had any power over him
"Just sex." She repeated, testing the idea. "So… you're not interested in me that way. Just physically."
"Oh, I'm interested in you romantically as well." This caught her by surprise, and he added. "But you're not, so there's no point trying to entertain the idea."
"…uh.." She had no witty remark to that. Nothing. If I show any kind of interest in him, I will never see home again.
"Do not misunderstand, I don't mean to say that I'm in love with you," He explained with a slight sneer accompanying the word 'love'. "I don't even know your last name. I only mean to say that in the few days I have known you…" He stopped himself and she could almost see his brain shifting gears. "I find you interesting."
After an awkward silence on her end, he asked "Do you need help changing?"
"N-No." She replied.
"Because I'd be more than happy to help."
"I bet you would!" She snapped, but her heart wasn't really in it and she couldn't completely hide the small smile.
She expected him to be angry at her attitude, but he surprised her yet again by laughing. He didn't say anything, only chuckling as he handed her the dress. She took it, her face burning, and went to the bathroom to change. It felt stupid, not wanting him to watch her change clothes- even after he had not only seen her naked before but had been inside of her as well- but she still felt embarrassed about the idea. When she finally emerged, he was crouched over a pile of duffel bags, packing up her other clothes into one of them along with the bearer bonds. He looked over his shoulder and froze upon seeing her, his gaze becoming intense. When she saw him staring she glared back, feeling a bit self conscious.
"What?" She asked, easing herself back onto the bed again.
He smiled softly, turning slowly on his toes to face her. "I… really liked that dress."
She looked down at herself, taking in the dirt, grime and bloodstains. "It's a total mess."
"I liked it before." He said. "When I saw you in the lobby."
She hadn't thought about that in a while. The moment right before everything went to shit. She had been a little more focused on everything that followed. In her silence he continued.
"It's very flattering," He said, rising from the floor, his eyes tracing over her figure. "But I'm sure you already knew that when you bought it."
"My mother bought me this dress when I was younger. I just happened to grow into it well." She said, and he raised his eyebrow. "I was eleven or twelve. For the most part it still fits, just… a bit shorter in the legs… tighter in the chest." The neckline wasn't low cut, but now that she had breasts the fabric did well to accentuate them in a way that had clearly been eye-catching.
"I'll say." He chuckled, with a wolfish grin. They sat in amicable silence for less than a minute before he sighed again. "It's probably time for you to… you know, take the medication." He had pulled out the bottle of painkillers they had been giving her over the past few days.
"You're going to make me take more than normal, aren't you?" She asked nervously.
"Yes."
"How do you know I won't overdose?"
"I'm not giving you that much more, and I've seen you drinking on these without any severe side effects, so I believe you'll be fine." He then handed her four full tablets. She had taken two before back in the first few days, and she'd had drinks on only one pill, but seeing all four together in the palm of his hand made her feel a sudden panic.
"Hans, I can't- it'll be too much."
"You'll be fine. You're not drinking anything, and you won't be alone long before we call the police to report the emergency." He tipped the pills into her hand and filled up a glass from the bathroom sink, handing it to her.
She only swallowed the pills because she knew she didn't have a choice in the matter. It was good enough that they were going to let her go without killing her, she really couldn't ask for more in this situation. He took the empty glass from her, setting it on the nightstand. He started digging in his pockets for something.
"How long until you leave?" She asked again.
He glanced at the clock, but said "As soon as the medicine starts kicking in." So about an hour, maybe sooner with the extra pills.
"Will you stay with me until you have to go?"
He gave her a confused look. Why?
"Please?" She continued. "I don't… I don't know. I guess I'm afraid."
"I'll stay." He agreed, pulling a set of handcuffs from his pocket. "But I'm going to go ahead and tie you up." It would make the next part easier.
She resisted the urge to fight and argue as he leaned over her, locking a loop over one of her wrists, threading the other through the bars of the headboard over her head and locking it in place around her other wrist. Then he settled onto the bed beside her, their shoulders just barely touching. "Where did you get the handcuffs?" She wondered.
"From the security guard." He said carefully. She let out a shaky sigh but didn't say anything else about it. The television ran through commercials, keeping the silence from being terribly awkward.
"Durant." She finally said after a while. They had been sitting in silence for a few minutes.
"What?"
"My name. It's Charlotte Durant."
He didn't immediately reply, but eventually said "It was a pleasure to meet you." Then he snorted, and grinned. "It was a pleasure to know you, too."
"Asshole." she groaned. There was an uneasy feeling as the pills really began to dissolve in her stomach, she fidgeted and it wasn't long before hot flashes began. Her body reacting to what it probably thought was some kind of poison.
"Are you alright?" He asked, watching her twist her fingers above her head.
"Yes." She lied, becoming very aware of her panicked heart rate. She took a shuddering breath, trying to calm herself. "Just the pills I think."
"…Are you feeling tired yet?"
"Not yet."
"When the FBI come in to question you- and they will eventually- they will want to know everything. Every minor detail."
"I know this." She said. "I was drugged most of the time."
"The whole time." He corrected, and she repeated it back. He continued "They're going to ask all sorts of meaningless and annoying questions, but they will also ask a few direct and dangerous questions." He grabbed her chin in a delicate hold, trying to gain her full attention. "Simple questions that could easily reveal all of your lies if you answer them the wrong way."
She swallowed her nerves, and nodded. Trying to pull her thoughts together and focus on him, but working through a thick fog forming around her mind.
"So when they ask, you should tell them that you were raped."
She was listening but it took her brain a second to register what he had said. "…Wait, what?"
"Because they're going to know that you've had sex, and whether or not they know it was consensual is up to you, but I highly recommend that you trust me, and tell them that it was not." Theo had been the one to point that out to him. He had never even considered it to be a problem because he had thought he could convince her to come with him. As he said this though, he crawled on top of her, rolling the hem of the dress up and over her hips.
Using her feet she tried to scoot away from him and close her knees together. "Why?" With the strength of a kitten she tried to crawl away, but her cuffed hands kept her from getting too far.
He gave up trying to lift her dress- though he could easily have overpowered her if he wanted- and instead began undoing his own pants. "If it looks consensual they will think you were in on the operation…" Grabbing her ankles, he pulled her back toward him, forcing her to straddle his hips, and she realized with embarrassment that she still wasn't wearing underwear. "Or they'll at least know that you helped. Now, this is probably going to hurt. But with the drugs in your system it won't be too bad. It will help sell your story." With one hand he began stroking himself slowly, with the other he held her thigh, slowly rubbing her from knee to hip.
"You can't be serious!" She whispered fearfully, fighting to stay alert. Trying to keep his hands away from her hips. Trying futilely to pull at the handcuffs. The narcotics were definitely in full effect by now.
Finally he settled his hips between her thighs and leaned over her on one arm. "Deadly serious." He hissed. "This is what you wanted. This is how you get to go home. This is how we ensure our escape. And believe me when I tell you; this is the easy way. You don't want to know what other plans we came up with." With his other hand he lifted the dress all the way to her waist revealing the soft, warm porcelain skin of her stomach. Angry red streaks criss crossed her thigh and hip where the glass had sliced, standing out in contrast against her pale skin. "You don't even have any defensive wounds." He pointed out. "No ligature marks either."
"Not like this! Hans, please don't… I-I don't want-!"
"I know." He said, and then pushed himself into her. This time there was no foreplay to prepare her, and no concern for her comfort. "I don't want you like this either. I promise."
If she'd been more awake and had both hands she would have punched him in the jaw. As it was, she couldn't even push against him. Somewhere between his rough thrusting and pulling fistfuls of her hair she realized in fear that she was beginning to drift in and out of consciousness. It was easier to give into him like this though, she would briefly zone out- only for a few seconds- but the constant stimuli demanded she stay awake. Then she would remember where she was and what was happening to her. What he was doing to her. Tears leaked down her face, and she clenched her jaw against the painful battering at her cervix. She could feel herself tearing inside and he didn't seem to care.
She hooked her knee over his waist, trying to gain some control of the rhythm, trying to ease her discomfort, trying to pull him closer to at least get him to hit the right spot… and hating herself for it. He gripped her roughly everywhere, digging his fingers into her shoulder, her hips, her breasts, everything. She whimpered softly with each grope, knowing that he was intentionally leaving bruises for her alibi. She wanted to scream but didn't have the energy to. Didn't even have the energy to sob. Not like this…
One of his hands wrapped around one side of her neck while he leaned over to bite the other side. It felt good at first, sending goosebumps over her skin. But then he began to squeeze, slowly cutting off her air. Her eyes widened as she realized what he was doing. She tried to cry out but no sound would come out of her throat. No air, in or out. And then he bit her hard, in the same place as before. She did try to scream then but still no sound would escape. She thrashed against him as hard as she could but it didn't make any difference. She felt him sucking on the spot where her neck met her shoulder and before she could think, her hips reflexively bucked upwards to meet his thrusts. No!
More tears fell from her eyes, spots started appearing in her vision as she faded in and out, and through the pain of it all she felt the beginnings of an orgasm. Not like this!
Hans made sure to leave as much evidence of a struggle as he could. She had been with them for several days now and he only had this one opportunity to make it look like what they were doing right now had happened repeatedly over those days. He didn't like that she was crying. Not only did it made it harder for him to maintain his composure, but it was making him feel even more guilty for doing this. And yet when she hooked her knee over his waist and tried to meet his thrusts, he felt something in his mind snap. His resolve was broken. He grabbed her by the neck and bit her, sucking and licking at the junction of her neck and shoulder. She cried out but it only made his lust more frenzied. She wasn't wet like before but that only made him more aware of the delicious friction of her walls against his cock. He squeezed her throat, cutting off her airway and intentionally trying to leave a mark. They'll know I did this. He thought triumphantly as he pumped into her with every ounce of desire he had felt since he first laid eyes on her. They'll know she's mine. He could feel her inner muscles beginning to flutter slightly around him, and knew she was close. Even like this I can still make her come! He groaned heavily as he forced himself deeper, feeling her cervix being forced open against the head of his cock.
At some point Charlie was roused from her fog by the sound of yelling. It was coming through the walls from outside, and faintly in the other occupied cabins around them. They were all chanting something. She didn't understand and couldn't make out what was being said.
"Hans…?" She managed to gasp. His hand had let go of her throat at some point. Both were now firmly grasping her hips again, pulling her hard against his with every pump. Her voice was raspy and sore. "What-?"
The chanting changed to excited yelling, and for a moment she was afraid that the police had found them. They were being raided, and now she would be a hostage again. Inside of her core she felt her walls pulsing around him. He slowed his rhythm but the thrusts became deeper. Slow, slick and sensual. He was aiming for the same spot from last night, trying to bring her to orgasm again.
Her breath hitched as he hit that deliciously sensitive spot, deep in her core. Blood pounded loudly in her ears and her whole body tensed. He hit it again and she sobbed. He began thrusting hard again, artlessly slamming against that same spot, and the pounding in her ears turned to ringing and white spots flooded her vision again. The sensitive spot taking the brunt force of each painful thrust. And in an instant she felt herself fall apart around him, erupting like a pulsing volcano. Her whole body seemed to spasm as wave after wave rolled over her. She felt her spine arch as electric shocks of pleasure cascaded through her nervous system. It was even better than the last time and yet she felt so ashamed.
She felt him come next, slowly and intensely. Without any lubrication she felt it immediately when he sprayed his thick seed against her inner walls. His grip on her hips tightened painfully, digging into the cuts as he held her against him. She felt herself quivering around him as his grinding slowed down, her pelvic muscles sucking him in, languishing in each wave, and milking his shaft for every last drop. When he finished, he rested his head on her chest, panting heavily. She could see his skin glistening from his exertion.
In the silence she could more clearly hear the excitement of the other residents through the walls and over the loud ringing in her ears. They were counting down. The last thing she remembered before passing out completely, and the last thing she heard him say was "Happy New Year, Charlie."
His lips pressed against hers…
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Apologies for the long delay, but life happens. This chapter was supposed to go up NYE last year but I didn't keep the the schedule I had intended and March is as good a time as any and it's better than making you all wait until NYE this year!
