My Beautiful Doll

Warning: MORE NON-CONNNNN! IF YOU GET TRIGGERED, SKIP THIS CHAPTER! Non consensual touching. Non-explicit to sexual assault.

A/N: Heyyyyyy! So...first of all, I don't have another life update so this author's note is gonna be a bit short. BUT! And you're probably gonna burn me for this, I'm going to take a two week break from writing. I know right?! Right after this cliffy chapter?! Unfortunately, Uni busted down my door and is currently forcibly dragging my ass out so I can't really say no. That and the 4.000 page essay that's due by this Friday. I also have two essays due next Thursday. Hence, the two week break. I'm ONLY going to go back if my break time is up or I finished my work early. But don't worry, I'll be back as soon as all of my work is done. So...have fun with the cliffhanger and have a nice day!

Ignore, ignore, ignore. You're okay, you've always been okay. That has been his mantra for the past…god knows how long it's been. He lost track of time ever since he's been blindfolded, not even able to see any glimpses of the outside world.

Would it even be worth it though?

He shook his head. Shut up! Of course it's going to be worth it. He tried to ignore that voice of doubt in his mind, the little annoying nugget of irrational worry that somehow managed to worm its way into his mind in the worst possible moments. But in all honesty, he'd rather start arguing with his internal monologue rather than deal with the reality of whatever Baker had done.

God he'd rather deal with anything but that.

But try as he might, he couldn't ignore it. He couldn't ignore the way his heart stopped whenever he heard something moving around. He couldn't ignore the now permanent seductive drawl whenever Baker talked to him or the forceful tone that laced even his sweetest words. He couldn't ignore the sticky substance that dripped down his chin and stuck to his shirt. The one thing that managed to shut him up by filling his mouth with a bitterness that left him hollow and empty. And lastly, he couldn't ignore the lingering taste of Baker that was still on his tongue, the cursed knowledge that in a way, a part of Baker was now within him, almost sending him to the edge of a cliff.

And a part of him really wanted to jump off that cliff.

At this point, he knew it was a waiting game. Baker had a taste of what he wanted, and judging by the way he spoke afterwards, he was hooked. If Don didn't escape soon, he'd be in a world of hurt. And no, it wasn't the kind that he could brush off easily. The way he saw it, Don only had two options.

Either escape or die trying.

Don refused to accept any other outcome. Either he got out of this mess, or he'll die before anyone realizes that he'd become a lost cause.

Or…you could just give in?

"Fuck you," he hissed, "It would be a cold day in hell before I gave up."

Yeah, you act stubborn all you want but where has that got you? It's brought you nothing but pain and misery.

"Shut up," he growled lowly, wishing that that part of his subconscious would just be quiet.

But I'm right, aren't I? Everytime you act tough, it always hurts you. Do I need to remind you of all the times you've been kidnapped and tortured and how it was always worse for you because you refuse to break? Or how about the times where you were being actively targeted because you were the strongest of the bunch? Or the time where bullies decided to go after you because you forced yourself to be an annoying son of a bitch just so they don't look at Charlie?

"Shut. Up."

How has being strong helped you, huh? It's only given you more pain. Or…should I remind you of how everyone left you to pick up the pieces when Mom died, how Mom made you promise to take care of them even though you couldn't take care of yourself, how she made you promise to help her-

"I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP!" He screamed. He didn't want to remember any of those times, not now, not ever. "I don't want to hear shit okay?" he yelled at the air, aware that he was probably starting to lose his mind.

Start? You've already lost it since you first got recaptured. Are you even sure you'll recover?

"It's all going to be fine, everything will be fine," he muttered to himself, trying to block out the intrusive thoughts that started to bombard him.

Are you sure I'm intrusive? Or am I just the truth that you don't want to accept? Face it Eppes, you're already a lost cause. I mean, look at yourself!

"A bit hard with this blindfold on, thanks," he replied sarcastically, feeling a bit more like himself after that remark.

You say that now, but will you still have the last laugh when Baker decides that enough is enough and drags you to his bed? Might as well give in by that point, at least then you'd enjoy it.

Don bristled at that. "Absolutely not," he hissed. No matter how bad it got, he'd never fall in love with that psycho.

That psycho will be the only one you have by the end of this.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" He demanded.

Come on Eppes, be realistic. Look at what he's already done to you? Do you think you can get out and then pretend that nothing happened? Are you sure that everyone would still think you're strong after what happened? Would they even want to keep you around once they knew how damaged you are?

"Yes. I know they will" he said, his tone hard as steel.

You can try to lie to me all you want, but I'm a part of your mind remember? And I know that you're currently doubting whether or not they'd still need you or whether or not they would still take you back. Do you really think you're important enough for that?

"Damnit, just stop," he ordered, but his mind was relentless.

Do you really think you're strong enough to bounce back?

"Stop it!"

Do you really think they love you enough to stick by y-

"SHUT UP!" He screamed once more, but this time, the dam broke as well. Tears fell from his eyes, dampening the blindfold. For once, he openly sobbed as he felt like his world had shattered into a million pieces, cutting him open as they fell to the floor.

"God…please stop," he cried, trying to make himself as small as he possibly could. "Enough okay? I get it." He didn't need to hear about his own insecurities anymore. He didn't know if he could take it any longer.

"Awww…my poor sweet angel," that damned voice spoke from within the void again. Don's heart jumped as he heard the footsteps come closer. He tried to back away but the fucking chair was bolted into the ground, something that he didn't realize earlier. "Why are you crying?"

"None of your damn business," he spat. He knew his backtalk is what got him into this situation in the first place, but unfortunately, he couldn't help himself. In a way, it's like a lifeline to him. A wall that blocks these people from ever accessing his innermost thoughts. Something that helped him to stay calm and stoic in even the most dire of circumstances. It was the only thing he could rely on to get him through the toughest times.

"I'd consider my husband's happiness to be well within my business," Baker replied, huffing. "At least let me take that blindfold off for you. It must be very uncomfortable."

"Don't you dare," he snarled, knowing full well that the blindfold was the only thing that protected him from this demented bastard.

Baker ignored him as Don first felt the weight of Baker sitting in between his legs, his body facing Don as Don felt the man's legs on either side of his body, hanging loosely. Then he heard a resounding click as he felt something attach itself to the collar before Baker let it go, the thin leather rope that pooled between them told Don exactly what it was. Lastly, he felt a pair of hands reach for the back of his head and pull the knot apart. As soon as the blindfold fell, Don winced as the light temporarily blinded him. "Holy shit!" he hissed in pain, blinking multiple times until his eyes adjusted to the light.

"There you are," Baker smiled, now his expression on full view. Looking down, Don could see the leather leash wrapped tightly around Baker's hand. The man was close…far too close for his comfort. His green eyes were loving, but they had a certain obsessive quality underneath that made Don's spine shiver. "I really did miss your pretty eyes," he said as he cupped the side of Don's face.

"Don't touch me," he warned, his voice shaking slightly as he jerked away from the hand.

Baker growled as he suddenly yanked the leash, jerking Don forward and holding him there. "Remember the last time you tried to defy me? How did that go?" He whispered sweetly as the other hand went lower, hooking a finger at the waistband of his jeans.

"Stop!" He ordered, trying to shrink away from the man holding him.

"Say please~" Baker taunted him in a sing-song voice and to Don's horror, started to pull at his waistband.

"No! Stop! Don't go any further!" He growled, starting to get desperate. He couldn't even try to buck the man off since one of his legs was handcuffed to a chair and the other was broken.

Baker laughed before pulling it even lower as fingers gently caress the skin underneath it. "And what are you going to do to stop me huh?"

In a fit of desperation, Don leaned back and slammed his head against Baker, shocked at the fact that the man didn't dodge. Baker fell back with a surprised cry, clutching his face. Don shook his head in pain before he blinked in surprise as the man groaned on the floor, hand still on his face. "I guess…that," he shrugged, unable to stop himself from making a sarcastic remark. Then he remembered that he was still handcuffed to the table and he realized that maybe doing that wasn't the wisest of moves.

He started to look for ways to get out of the handcuffs, eyeing the chair it was chained to to see if there were any weak points. In the midst of his frantic attempt at escape, he didn't notice that Baker was slowly getting up. At least, not until he started screaming as electricity burned from his neck, filling his veins with fire.

Fuck…forgot about that…

He slumped over in pain and exhaustion as soon as the collar stopped, breathing heavily. He felt a hand roughly slide underneath his chin and tilted it upwards, forcing Don to make eye contact with the man who was tormenting him. "Wrong move doll," he grinned, this time full of menace. He roughly let go of Don's face before moving to a corner in the room. Don watched in horror as Baker took off his jacket and then shirt and then lastly, his belt, the implications clear. "Well then, since you're so spirited, I hope you're ready for round two."

Don shook his head in fear, trying to make himself look smaller. In a fit of pure desperation and terror, he did something he's never done before in his entire life, even under the worst circumstances.

He begged.

His body trembled as the fear started to overtake him, overriding every other emotion. He could feel the tears slowly drip down his face, even as he tried so hard to keep them in. "No…please…stop…" He cried, looking away and hunching in over himself as best he could. I don't know if I can take this anymore.

Don felt Baker's hand cup his face and wipe the tears that fell with the pad of his thumb, "My poor little angel," he cooed, his voice full of sympathy. The scary thing was, Don couldn't tell if it was real or fake. Then he gently kissed Don's cheek, right over the tear tracks. "Don't worry darling, I'll take good care of you."

That only caused more distress for Don as he knew exactly what that tone will lead to, terrified of what will come next. "Stop…please…I-I don't want this…" he begged once more, his voice shaking as he tried to hold back the sob that threatened to come out. His heart running faster than any olympic sprinter.

But instead of relenting, Baker's expression grew more fonder as he stared at Don with a loving expression. "It's unfair…even when you're crying you're still angelic," he whispered before kissing Don on the forehead. "I love you so much, my pretty little doll," he said lovingly as he ran his fingers through Don's hair, gripping it tightly before pulling him into a brutal kiss.

As Don felt Baker's lips on his own and the man's tongue in his mouth, he couldn't help but start crying even more. His salty tears mixed with Baker's saliva along with the lingering bitterness of Baker's previous act would haunt him for years to come. As hands started to wander, one thing was made abundantly clear.

Don Eppes was a strong man, but even the strongest materials can break when pushed to its limits. And Don had a feeling that he had already reached his.

A/N: His shenanigans are starting to catch up. Poor guy can't get a break. I also described this chapter in my notes as "Don Feels Emotions: The Musical! Except with no music and ten times the drama."