My Beautiful Doll
Warning: More unwanted touching and very creepy vibes from the resident murderer. Ooooooooof
A/N: Hey! I have two things I want to say.
We're now at chapter 20, WOOOOOO! I originally planned for this to be 25 chapters but by the looks of it, it could be longer which honestly, I didn't think I'd make it this far. I never expected this silly little idea to turn into a behemoth and spawn new ideas later down the line, but here we are. I really have to thank everyone for reading, liking, and commenting. Y'all are the true MVPs of this and I'm grateful for all of you.
Next, and this is for FF.N peeps only. I was wondering if anyone was actually reading any of my stuff anymore, mostly because my stats say that no one has been reading since last week. Don't know whether it's a problem on my end or this is a common thing that's happening or if everyone lost interest, I'm not sure. I'm try not to be entitled when it comes to my readers so if you feel that it's getting too long or repetitive or you're just not feeling like reading, then that's okay. I do still appreciate everyone whose ever read anything my crazy ass writes and I hope good things come your way. Anyways, that's all from me and have a nice day!
Don tried to wriggle out of the death grip, ignoring the steady thrum of pain coming from his right shoulder. Unfortunately, Baker held onto him like he was the man's lifeline. Considering their position and his current condition, there was no advantage that Don could take, not unless he wanted to pass out from jostling his injuries. He needed his mind and consciousness to be intact in order to make it out of this alive. His eyes briefly darted around, frantically planning an escape plan or even a short distraction. Anything that will get him out of this situation. Unfortunately, Baker's eyes were completely on him. Not even the banging of trash cans, cars, or the presence of people on the streets outside were enough to make him turn around.
With the hand still on his face, Baker gently ran a thumb across his cheekbone. "What's going through that pretty little head of yours?".
He twitched, "None of your business" he spat.
Baker let out an amused laugh. "I'll never expect anything less from you sweetheart. Always a fighter until the very end".
He despised that laugh. Don wasn't the type to hate. He strongly disliked people, but rarely has it ever boiled over into hate. But this man, this bastard of a human being? He hated every single thing about him.
"Let. Me. Go." Don growled, grabbing the arm that held his injured arm in an attempt to wrench it away from Baker.
"Sorry sweetheart" Baker said unsympathetically, "No matter how much you say it, it's not happening. Not even if you beg for it". Then the man smirked, "Although I can't lie" he leaned in, whispering into his ear, "it would be a beautiful sight".
Fuck it. Without warning, Don drove a fist into the other man's stomach. He wheezed, dragging Don by his injured shoulder as he fell sideways. Don let out a strangled cry of pain as he felt his arm being pulled, aggravating his injuries as he fell. His arm shot out blindly as he tried to find the gun that Baker had dropped a few minutes earlier. His fingers just barely brushed against a familiar cool metal before a hand grabbed the back of his collar and yanked him away. Don gripped his neck in reflex as he was tossed away from the gun, wheezing.
"Wrong move baby" Baker growled, his voice rough from the punch, his aim steady.
"Worth it" he coughed out, grinning through the sharp pain that radiated from both his shoulder and neck.
"I was going to be gentle, but it seems that you're not ready for that just yet."
"Fuck you" he snarled, gripping his shoulder. Blood seeped from the reopened wound, staining the floors below.
"Get up," Baker ordered.
Don shot him the stink eye before rolling over, trying to give himself the leverage he needed to stand. Once he got his uninjured arm beneath him, he pushed himself up, swaying slightly as he got his feet underneath him. He shook his head, willing the stars that started to lightly dance around his vision away.
Then he felt the cool metal at the back of his neck, just at the base and stiffened. "Now, be a dear and sit down with your family will you?"
Don was about to shoot a retort before Baker dug the gun further in, the warning clear. Realizing that he had missed his opportunity to escape, Don grit his teeth before he turned to the table and sat down at the head of it, with Charlie on his right and his father on his left. Baker had picked up the detonator after that and stuffed it in his pocket, away from Don so that it would be difficult for him to try and get it without accidentally detonating it.
Baker holstered his gun then walked away for a moment, grabbing something from a bag that Don didn't even notice was there. When he came back, he held a black box in his hands with a silver bow, his grin wide. "Now I wanted to mail this little gift to you, but I think that this is a much better setting". He looked around fondly at everyone, "This is the culmination of my hard work after all. Would it not be appropriate for me to share my love for you with your family?"
"If your love included murder and forcing someone to love you, which it does. Then yes" he answered sarcastically.
Baker laughed good naturedly as he set the box in front of Don. Then he went behind the chair that Don was sitting on and wrapped his arms around Don, leaning in. "Why don't you open that little box and see what's inside? I made it specially for you, my pretty doll~"
Don stiffened, hating the arms wrapped around him, feeling like chains that constricted against his chest. He grit his teeth, warning signs blaring in his head. Everything about the box alerted his instincts and told him that this was a bad sign. But Baker's gun was too far for him to grab and the man's position didn't allow Don any points in which he could strike. There was nothing he could do but agree, hands reaching out as he silently sent a prayer to the heavens above. He looked over at his family and saw similar looks of fear and apprehension. Looks like we're on this boat together then, good to know.
Don took the little ribbon and pulled it, unraveling the silver silk. Then he proceeded to open one flap of the box. As soon as he did, he slammed it shut, a small part of him wanting to gag at the horrible yet familiar smell. A familiar smell that's impossible to ignore. One that lingers for days on end, even when he was far away from the crime scene. There weren't a lot of things that phased him. But the sudden strong smell of decay in Charlie's house, the one place that was supposed to be his safe place and sanctuary. It was one of the few things that did. He swallowed, hoping that his stomach stayed down. His heart was beating so loudly in his chest he was pretty sure the other man could hear it.
"Don't be afraid sweetheart" Baker cooed in his ear, his hand went to touch Don's chest, right on top of the cut and started to idly make circles around it. "Take a look", he whispered, then he gently bit down on Don's ear.
Don shuddered at the unwanted touching and attention, looking at the box in apprehension. Judging by the smell, he had an inkling of what it could be. But then again, there wasn't really much he could do. So, steeling his nerves, he looked inside. His breath caught in his throat as he realized what was inside.
A human heart.
He stared. Time around him froze in place. He wasn't even aware of what was happening around him. All he could focus on was the now reddish blue organ. No doubt discoloured due to it being outside the body. Although it was clearly still preserved, if the ice box and the bare traces of decomposition were anything to go by. He could see the reflection of the overhead light on the thick shiny drops of frozen blood stuck onto the outside of the organ. The valves had been cleanly cut and cleaned, leaving nothing on the red fleshy exterior. Looking closer, Don noticed something odd. There were black lines lining the heart, dividing it into four sections. He realized that some sections of the heart look to be older and more preserved than others and that the entire organ looks misshapen, like it has been…stitched together.
As horrifying as it is, it's not the worst thing he's seen. No, the most terrifying thing to him was the silver band that nestled on top, inside an incision that was made into the organ. Oh god…he stared, horrified at the implication. Please no…
Baker leaned over and took the ring out, coolly wiping the blood away with a cloth he took from out of nowhere. Then he took Don's left hand. Don tried to wriggle his arm out of the grip, but the man's hold was too strong. Suddenly, Baker grabbed his right shoulder and dug his fingers into the bullet wound. Don let out a cry of agony, his vision turning white as he slumped over in pain.
After what felt like an eternity, he was able to crawl out from the void that he was forcefully shoved in. Slowly the muffled cries of his family started to be heard, getting louder by the minute before he managed to crack an eye open, gritting his teeth as the pain radiated off his shoulder. He managed to raise his head, taking in their worried faces. He smiled before looking down, a part of him wanting to throw up once he realized what had happened. The silver band that was earlier in the heart was now on his ring finger, an innocuous little thing that should've brought anyone joy was now bringing nothing but anger, fear, and disgust.
"It was hard trying to find that you know," Baker said wistfully, placing his hand on top of Don's, intertwining their fingers. Don realized that the man has a similar band on his own finger. "I needed a ring that would fit your alluring charm. But everything I tried didn't seem like it was enough. Then I realized that no earthly object could match up to your ethereal beauty. So, in the end, I decided to go the more simple route. Instead of trying to match your looks, I tried to find something that complemented it instead. I think I did a good job, didn't I?" His tone was casual and light, like this was a normal conversation with his lover instead of his victim. Like Baker didn't just kill people, assault Don three times, almost kill him, and then hold his entire family hostage just to get to him. Like the man didn't just use a human heart as a ring box.
Holy shit this man is insane…
Don still stared at the ring, not sure what to do. All he knew was the foreboding sense that was growing inside him along with the unsettling churning at his gut. God I'm going to be sick he thought. This was so much worse than he could ever imagine in his lifetime.
Baker took the silence as approval and beamed. "I'm glad to know you love it. Only the best for my beautiful doll" he said as he placed a kiss on Don's cheek. "After all, you're everything to me".
The love sick smitten tone he had would be enough to send Don to the other side of the earth if he had the chance. But unfortunately, he was stuck here, in the arms of a madman with no aid in sight. Don then realized something. "You killed your fourth victim, didn't you?"
"Oh yes. Any moment now, your team would be scrambling to find the body from the clues I left them. Which gave me enough time to come here and retrieve you" he replied.
"What did you do to the ones guarding the house?"
"I didn't kill them if that's what you're asking. I just gave them a heavier dose of the gas I gave you the first time you were with me".
Don felt relief flood through him. At least no one got hurt this time.
Baker chuckled. Don could feel the vibrations from Baker's chest flat against his back. "You're so cute, you know that?" he whispered in his ear. "The way you care for others, it's adorable".
Before Don could even protest, he could see that Baker held a rag in his hand, one that Don didn't notice earlier. Shit. He knew exactly what it was. Baker's left hand had let go of his own and was now wrapped around his neck, his grip tight enough to hold him but not tight enough to suffocate. Don snarled as his hands flew up and he jerked, trying to get the man to let go.
Probably deciding that enough was enough, Baker decided to let go and completely block his airway. Don grit his teeth as he felt the arm start to strangle him, his throat closed due to the pressure. Don's hands gripped the arm and tried to wrench it away, but lack of oxygen made it harder for him to even get a grip. Stars started to dance across his vision as he gasped for air.
"Don't worry darling" Baker said in a way that was supposed to be soothing, but instead it was everything but. "It'll all be over soon."
Don didn't realize that the other hand had moved until he felt the rag touch his face. He tried to flinch back, but was held in place. Although the grip on his neck had loosened, he desperately tried to hold his breath, not willing to get knocked out by the drugs. He clawed at the arm, but the grip was too strong. He could his lungs burning, signaling the need for oxygen. But he forced himself to hold on, to fight it off just a bit longer so that he could try to get the rag off his face.
"Shhh…" Baker's voice was soft. "It's okay baby…just give in…"
Fuck you. Don increased his efforts. But no matter how hard he fought, he couldn't break free. Soon, he was unable to hold his breath any longer. Gasping lungful of poisoned air, he coughed, feeling the sweet smell of the chloroform fill his nose. It didn't take long for the sedative to take effect. His vision started to blur even more. His movements become sluggish. His body became weaker, forcing him to slump into both the chair and the arms of the man holding him. Soon, his arms could only hang limply by his side as he started to flicker in and out of consciousness, his eyes fluttering as he tried to stay awake.
Baker had guided his body so that Don leaned backwards and not sideways into his embrace. Don managed to hold onto consciousness long enough to hear what the other man whispered.
"You're finally mine, my beautiful doll."
A/N: Yikes! Looks like Don's really screwed. Now the fun can really begin, for us at least. Also, I know I have a favourite way to close chapters and that maybe I should stop, but I'll still use them cause it's fun~