My Beautiful Doll
Warning: Non-explicit non-con, allusions to sexual assault, M/M violence, DARK AND POSSIBLY TRIGGERING
A/N: Heyyyyy! Guess what? It's my birthday (it's Nov 25th where I am)! I'm planning on celebrating my birthday in the morning, so I decided to post this bonus chapter tonight. I honestly thought my shenanigans would've accidentally offed me at some point, but here I am, having fun writing something for an audience could never dream of getting. So really, I know I say this so many times, but I genuinely appreciate everyone one of you who has stuck with me throughout all my stories. I never thought I had it in me to write something like this or ever write something that other's would come to enjoy. Honestly, I never even thought I had any writing skills to begin with, let alone something that others would enjoy and actually stick to it. So to see that everyone liked these silly stories that I make is almost mind-blowing. Never thought I'd be in the position that I always dreamed of ever since I started reading fanfiction, but here I am. So thanks for making it happen. I'm excited to expand my skills and grow as a writer and post more stories on these apps and I hope that y'all will be there for the ride.
Have a great day and don't forget, I love you guys and think every single one of you is awesome!
Now...time for the dark stuff...
Heheheheheh...
For once since this entire ordeal started, Don didn't wake up from a drug induced slumber. Which, considering his current situation, he figured that it was a sign that things were starting to look up for him. Then again… he hasn't woken up from any non-drug induced slumbers either, so maybe he should stop trying to predict how this would go and focus on whatever hellhole he's dug himself into.
Again.
Unfortunately, he was still blindfolded, so he couldn't tell whether or not he was in the same room or not. But judging by the chair he was on, he had a feeling that he was. Which he guessed made sense. He would've woken up if Baker decided to try and move him in the middle of the night, or whatever time it was when Don fell asleep. God… I can't already lose track of time, can I? The little nugget of realization started to worm its way into his skull. He hoped that he guessed correctly and that only a day or two had passed and not a whole week, because that would be really unpleasant.
He tried to strain his ears to listen for any sign of Baker, but he heard nothing. That could mean that the man wasn't home, or he was in a soundproof room. While he hoped for the former, he had a feeling that it was actually the latter. He's far too thorough, he thought to himself, shaking his head. He got lucky with the window in the attic, he knows he won't get lucky again. This time, it's a matter of skill, and Don wasn't sure if he was in the best condition to face it.
He decided to use this opportunity to relax a bit and gather himself before Baker came back. He needed all the energy he had in order to keep his control from slipping lest he gave himself away. While he might not be able to go against Baker right now when it comes to skill, he sure as hell would try to match his wits.
Thinking back, Don was secretly grateful that Baker stopped the recording there. No one needed to know what happened after that, when Baker decided that it was a good idea to toy with him. Don could handle the pain, he's been trained to do that since the beginning and all of his experiences really did nothing to stop him from perfecting that particular skill firsthand. No, it was the taunts that got to him. The teasing, the sudden unpredictable changes in personality, the possibility that Baker might get impatient and force him into doing something more intimate before anyone had the chance of finding him.
"I could take you right now," he growled. "Bend you over every single piece of furniture in the house until you've completely shattered."
"So now, not going to hold back. I AM going to break you. Destroy every single connection you've ever had to your past life until there's nothing left."
"My pretty little doll…I'll make you regret that statement."
Don couldn't help but shudder at the memories. There had been far too many close calls after Baker finished videotaping. The feel of lips and teeth against his neck, the man's hands roaming his body, the disgusting things he'd whisper in Don's ear before he bit down, of all the things he's going to do to break Don. It took every ounce of his willpower to not throw up right then and there.
"God…how the hell did this all go to shit?" He said to himself, needing the sound of something other than the crushing silence and the hum of electricity. The collar was still pressed too tightly against his windpipe, but he's learnt to get used to it in favor of focusing on more pressing matters.
He tried to move his broken leg, only to shout as soon as intense pain shot up his leg and spread throughout his entire body. "Bad move" he bit out, groaning. That definitely wasn't my wisest moment…he thought to himself.
And then he remembered everything he said when Baker did that recording of them. Nevermind…I don't think I've ever had a wise moment during this entire thing. He had a distinct feeling that everyone was currently screaming at him to shut up, something that he should really start trying to do if he wanted to survive this.
Or not…getting murdered seems like a far better option than staying in this hellhole.
He wasn't lying when he said that he was confident that his team would find him. Whether or not he'll be alive or dead when they do is well… another matter entirely. As much as he was sure that they would find him alive, he knew he had to be realistic. That meant taking into account all of the threats Baker has made and mentally preparing himself for the possibility.
Not that he hasn't started on one of them. The 'A' that he knew would become a permanent mark on his body was his biggest reminder. If the man was willing to do that on the first day, who knows what else he'll do the longer Don stays. In all honesty, Don was too scared to find out the answer to that.
He groaned, this time in frustration as he leaned his head back into the chair, the collar straining on his neck. "Fuck…" he breathed out, not knowing what else to do. He was basically a sitting duck, waiting for something to happen. Well… he does have a plan, but it's absolutely awful and would get him kicked out of the FBI AND get his ass curb stomped by everyone he knew, so that's off the table for now. "I wish I could see," he muttered to himself.
"If you say please, I'll consider it," an annoyingly smooth voice spoke out, making Don flinch.
"Holy - Will you fucking stop that?!" He hissed, snapping his head towards the sound of the voice.
"Will you stop talking back to me?" Baker asked pleasantly.
Fair enough… you dick.
"What do you want?" Don demanded. He would rather just get to the point.
"That's no way to-"
"TaLk tO YoUr fUtuRe hUsBanD," he mocked, horrendously mimicking Baker's voice before he could stop himself or wonder what the hell was wrong with him or what he was thinking. "Yeah yeah, like I haven't heard that before."
"You think this is funny, do you?" Baker said, his tone edging on dangerous.
Well fuck, I'm too far in, Don thought. Judging by his voice, Don could tell that whatever he'll try to say next won't end well for him. Oh well, might as well jump into the hole I've nicely dug myself. What's the worst that could happen? "Considering how much of a joke I think you are, I'd say you're practically a one man circus."
He couldn't see Baker's expression, but he knew that it wouldn't be anything good. There were a few beats of silence, his heart beating loudly in his chest to the point where it was the only thing he could hear.
Baker suddenly started laughing, a horrible insane type of laughter, one that you'd normally hear from a crazy villain or murderous psychopath on television during the climax. It was high, chilling, and absolutely hysterical. Somewhere in that laughter, Don could hear the exact moment where Baker broke, shattering whatever semblance of humanity he had left.
Looks like I broke him before he broke me…
"I guess I forgot, didn't I?" he said, still giggling in between words.
Don tensed, "Forgot about what?"
"I forgot about us."
"What are you talking about?" He demanded, feeling the fear creeping into his soul. With each second that passed, Baker sounded more and more unhinged.
"Here I am, telling you of all the things I've done for you, telling you that I love you. But it's always been one sided. We've never done anything together as a couple. No wonder you never realized it!"
No… please tell me this isn't going where I think it's going.
Don felt Baker's hand tangle itself through his hair. "I've always shown you how much I love you, but I never truly showed you how much I love you."
FUCK FUCK FUCK! Alarm bells rang in Don's head at that low, seductive, and hungry tone. "I would rather take a train head on, thanks," he replied sarcastically. He would rather be a source of annoyance than affection.
But instead of getting angry, Baker laughed softly. "Always need to have a sarcastic comment on hand, huh?" He said before he went to cup the side of Don's face, running a thumb over Don's lower lip. "Well…I have plenty of ways I can put that pretty mouth to good use."
"Don't you dare," he growled, fear gripping onto his throat, suffocating him even more than the collar did.
"I've indulged you for far too long, doll," Baker replied airily, "Now it's time for me to do what I want." Then without warning, his grip on Don's hair tightened and he yanked Don closer, so close their noses brushed against each other. "And what I want is to take what's mine."
NO NO NO! Don's thoughts were a whirlwind of panic, scattering all of his carefully crafted calm and bravado. He started furiously struggling, once again trying to yank himself out of his confines. He was so deep into his panic that he almost missed the tell tale sound of fabric, metal, and something solid dropping onto the floor.
Please no, please no, please no he begged to whatever deity was above to just have mercy on him once and save him. Hell! Even a random asteroid strike would be welcomed. Unfortunately, nothing happened. He wasn't living a fairy tale where the damsel gets saved at the last minute, he was living in the cold and broken confines of reality. He had spent years saving people from the evils that haunt humanity. But when the time came where he was the one trapped by those very evils, no one showed up to save him.
He was left to face this alone, just like he's always been. And oh god, he didn't want to be alone.
"Chin up sweetheart. If you're good, I might just take the blindfold off." Baker's voice was still light, but to Don, that tone was the scariest thing he's heard in his entire life.
"Fuck you," he growled, trying to force bravado into his voice, hiding how terrified he was.
"Let's see if you're still this feisty by the end," Baker replied. "Although…if you try anything funny, I'll make everything much, much worse." Don had a feeling that he wasn't talking about pain this time. So for once in his entire life, Don decided to comply, slumping his shoulders in defeat. "That's my beautiful angel," he cooed, causing Don to almost throw up what little he had in his stomach.
"Now then, let's have some real fun," he said excitedly.
Don wanted to scream. But hearing Baker preparing himself for what he's about to do, listening to his filthy words and delighted noises hang in the air between them as even more clothes dropped to the floor, the pressure of Baker lightly pressing into the bullet wound that Don almost forgot existed and ordering him to open up before forcing his jaw open lead to a stark realization.
It would be safer if Don could sew his own mouth shut.
A/N: WELP! I finally did it, I pulled the plug! (kind of...) I could never write anything explicit, so this is as bad as it's gonna get. Poor Donnie is going to have the worst time of his life now that Baker had crossed the threshold. Let's just pray that everyone finds him in time before Baker decides to...escelate things even further.