My Beautiful Doll
Warning: Non-consensual touching (but nothing too explicit). Threats of being raped.
A/N: Heyyyyy! This is part two of my 1.000 hits on AO3 gift! (I definitely did decide to post two of this as a gift and not because I was impatient and I really wanted to post this chapter because I had too much fun writing this). Again, I appreciate every single one of you who has read, commented, favourited, liked, etc this fanfiction. You guys are the best and I love all of you.
Side note, by beta read this chapter and told me that I was lucky she had no clue how to call the authorities on me in Japan. So...that and the warning should say everything about this chapter.
Funny story to prepare you guys for this chapter. My roommate just told me like a couple of stories/gossip over the past few minutes. After that, I went to the bathroom to do my business. While inside, I heard her shout "I'M TELLING THIS TO MY MOM!" to which I replied, "WHICH ONE?". She paused for a second as if she was contemplating something before saying.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHICH ONE? I ONLY HAVE ONE MOM!"
I fucking lost it in the bathroom. I finished my business and ran out screaming "I'M TALKING ABOUT THE STORIES, NOT YOUR MOM! WHY WOULD I ASK WHICH MOM?!"
So that's when we both realized "oh shit...we're fucking stupid" and then proceeded to cackle for hours.
So...that's a little funny anecdote to get you through this chapter. And people say that I'm not a generous person. :)
Have a nice day!
Don gasped as he woke up, his heart pounding in his chest as he squeezed his eyes shut, his leg protesting against the sudden movement. It burned and Don could feel that his knee had been completely dislocated from the rest of his leg. "Fuck" he breathed out, the fear burying deeper and deeper within him. Slowly, he started to open his eyes before panic overtook him.
"Hey! What the hell?!" he hissed at the darkness that shrouded his vision. Now that he noticed it, he could feel the light pressure over his eyes.
He was fucking blindfolded.
As soon as he realized that, his focus completely shifted from his broken leg to his entire body, assessing his condition. His hands were handcuffed to the arms of the chair, the cuffs digging tightly into his wrists. Not only that, his good leg was also cuffed to the chair he was sitting on, leaving his broken leg as the only one that was free. Not that it mattered, Don wasn't sure if he could do anything with it even if he wanted to.
"Damn" he growled, angry at his failure. He wasn't sure if he would have another chance to escape and frankly, the longer he stayed here, the more he started to doubt if he would be in any condition to escape.
"Finished struggling sweetheart?"
Don's head snapped upwards, his heart stilled for a second before picking up again. He frantically looked around, trying to sense where the bastard was. "Alright" he snarled, "I'm done playing games! Where the hell are you?"
There was silence. The empty air weighs heavily on Don, the tension almost physically suffocating. The silence felt like it stretched on for eternity, so far to the point where Don thought that Baker had left. But suddenly he could feel a hand roughly grab his hair from behind and yanked it back, causing Don to let out a small grunt of pain. "I'm right here" the man whispered in his ear.
Don froze as soon as he heard it, the anger hiding behind the false calm. He didn't need his eyes to see that Baker was pissed.
"Let go of me" he bit out.
Baker let out a hollow laugh, his body shaking from amusement. Don was about to demand what the hell he was laughing about before he stilled, feeling a cold metal object sliding down the side of his face, one that he knew too well.
It was a knife.
"You still think you have a say, do you?" he asked calmly, slowly tracing down a line from the top of his face then towards his jaw, stopping right at the pulse point of his throat. The pointed tip pressed slightly into the skin. Not enough to cut, but enough to ensure that if Don decided to make any drastic movements, it would be the end of him.
"I like to think so," he answered sarcastically, swallowing saliva as he tilted his head further up to avoid digging into the knife.
Baker laughed again. "Always have to have the last word, do you?" he asked, his voice filled with mirth. "Well guess what doll?" Then he gripped Don's hair tighter and yanked it, pulling his head back. Don let out a muffled groan at the back of his throat. "I've outmatched you," he said, sounding smug.
"I wouldn't say that just yet," he shot back, "Who knows? Maybe I have something up my sleeve." That was a complete and utter lie. Don had absolutely nothing.
"Really? I'd like to see you try," he challenged, letting the knife fall back before letting go of his grip on Don's hair, taking a few steps back. Don yanked the cuffs in anger, unwilling to give up just yet. But try as he might, he couldn't find anything to exploit. Baker really was giving him no leeway at all. Don slumped over in defeat, grinding his teeth together in annoyance.
Baker traced a line with the knife down Don's back. "Finally realized I clipped your wings, my pretty little angel?"
Don scoffed. "I don't think clip is the word," he replied, "more like…plucked a few feathers."
Baker let out an airy laugh, "Still confident are you? Well…maybe this little gift of mine will change your mind." Don's heart leapt in his chest at the statement. When it came to the man, anything could be considered as a gift at this point. He could hear Baker rummaging around an area for something, metal clanging against each other along with a few other materials. Soon, he came back, his footsteps coming up from behind Don.
"Sit still sweetheart," Baker said in a sing-song voice. Don tensed as he waited for something to happen. He felt Baker touch his shoulder, making him flinch. Then both of Baker's hands looped around his neck before pressing the object against Don's skin. He almost panicked as he realized what it was since the leather feel along with the metal clasp made it easy for him to figure out.
It was a damn collar.
Don snarled as he tried to break free of the grip. But it seemed like Baker had enough of the resistance because he pulled the collar back tightly. Not enough to completely strangle him, but definitely enough to make it difficult for him to breathe. "Play nice," he demanded.
"Fuck. You." Don bit out as he tried to breathe. Baker pulled even tighter, making it even more hard to inhale.
Baker clicked his tongue, "It's time you learn who you belong to, my pretty little doll," he said. Don could feel the man loop the collar into the buckle and pull it tightly together, making Don grunt in pain. Now that it was fully on, there was another thing that he could feel. There were two metal prongs pressed against his skin, telling Don exactly what kind of collar this was.
This wasn't just any collar, it was a shock collar.
"Bastard. I'm not a fucking dog," he growled.
"Really? With all that growling and snarling, almost anyone could mistake you for one," the man grinned.
Don was about to shoot back another remark when he screamed. The collar activated, sending sharp jolts of electricity throughout his entire body. He could feel his muscles tense and seize as his chest stopped allowing him to breath. After what felt like eternity, the shocks stopped, allowing Don to finally breathe, slumping over in exhaustion. "Ass…hole…" he panted.
Baker laughed as he placed his hand underneath Don's chin and forcibly tilted his head upwards. "Careful~" the man whispered in his ear, "I have your life in my hands". His other hand went lower, running circles around his chest right on top of the mark. "You know, it hurts to see you so defiant," he lamented. "I wish you could see how much I've done for you, how much I've held back as soon as I had you". Baker let out a low chuckle, "In fact, I've been extremely generous this entire time."
Don balked at that. "Generous?!" he almost shrieked, "What part of this is generous?!" he shouted as he struggled, pulling at his arms.
Baker roughly grabbed his chin and tilted it to the side so that they were face to face. Don could feel the man's breath on his face, lips barely brushing against his. "I could disfigure you," the man said calmly, causing Don's breath to hitch in his throat. "Cut your pretty face up so that no one but me would ever love you again." The hand that was tracing circles around Don's chest earlier went to grab his shirt and ripped it open, sending the buttons flying everywhere. He shivered as the cool air hit his exposed skin. "I could burn you," Baker continued, murmuring in his ear as his hand touched the mark, "I could burn you with my brand so that everyone in the world knows who owns you." Then he moved the front of Don, his hand never leaving Don's face as he knelt onto the ground. Baker's other hand trailed down Don's body, tracing the outline of his abs before going on to grab his thigh, gripping it harshly.
Please not this, anything but this…
"I could take you right now," he growled. "Bend you over every single piece of furniture in the house until you've completely shattered," His grip tightened even more. "Thoroughly claim and possess your body until I'm the last thing you'll ever know". He let go of Don's thigh and trailed his fingers down the side of Don's face, cupping it. "I could do it all today and there would be nothing that you can do to stop me" whispered, running his thumb across Don's bottom lip.
Don's heart skipped a beat at that. As much as he tried to avoid that reality, he knew in his heart that it was all true. No matter how much he fought, if he wasn't out of these restraints, there would be nothing he could do to stop Baker from doing all those things to him.
Baker kissed his forehead gently before pulling away, "But don't worry, I won't do that last one to you just yet." Don could hear amusement in his voice, "I'll wait until you're thoroughly broken before I take you." He ran his hand through Don's hair lovingly, "After all, we have all the time in the world."
Fear curled within Don's stomach at that declaration. A part of him wondered whether he could hold on long enough before Baker decided that enough was enough and decided to take him. He knew his team was banking on him being strong enough to get through to this.
But a large part of him wasn't sure if he was.
A/N: Yikessss. I guess reality is starting to sink in for poor Donnie. I swear I enjoy torturing him too much. My beta called me an evil person and that honestly, I couldn't say her assessment is wrong. :)
