Chapter 1 What have I done?

* writen in script format mostly male pov slow burn a sneak preview of my book Dark Captive, This is a new stor. It is currently being worked & I'm not sure how much I will be posted on here. A taste for now. *

What have I done?

Sitting down on the old wooden stairs, I flick back my hair. Pulling off the face gaiter I am wearing. I'm completely in thought slowly rubbing the scarred skin on my face trying not to think about it. Looking below me into the some what cluttered basement, sighing. What have I done? Hearing a groan over in the large dog kennel, my prize is moving.

Sliding back on the gaiter, I walk over pushing back my black chin length hair. The back part of it has grown down my neck. Fussing because I had missed a white streak or a few.

I think~: I not only fucked this up, I didn't even dye my hair correctly. So now I'll look like a fool in front of her. This whole situation was a mistake. I let my lesser instincts kick in and take control. I should just release her some where before she wakes up. I can't handle killing this girl.

Rolling down my sleeves to hide my tats, I hear her fussing and flipping over towards me. Her soft almost gray eyes come open so slowly. Her head falls back in a fluff of reddish brown curls. Her body is curvaceous, and her face soft and plump. Her hips are wide her chest about average size but she has a tad bit of belly. She is about 170 pounds and about 5ft 3ins. She wears a little blue sundress. The girl tries to scream, but her throat is dry and she ends up coughing.

Girl: What are you? Why is it so cold and cramped in here?

Her confusion hits me hard. Did I forget to pull up my face covering, makeshift mask? I fumble like an idiot feeling my face. She is now more wide eyed till she squints in the faint basement light.

Girl: Ohhh. Ok you're a person. Thank goodness.

Squinting back at her confused, but also with the surprise of how dare you. Lightly itching at my face mask, trying not to uncover my face.

Girl: Why aren't you speaking?. Fuckkk, are you a some kind of cryptid?. Oh, Gods I beg if you are, at least be something that's hot and fuckable. Not something that wants to eat my eyeballs and gruelingly torture me.

Her comment sends me. Trying not to laugh as she watches my face. Catching my reflection in a discarded metal plate I look myself head to toe. In the darkness she can only see the whites of my pale skin, my eyes, and my body outline. Not speaking is making it worse.

I think~: I never wanted to scare her to this extent. Thinking about it, I never wanted to scare her in the first place. Unless she is some prep bitch. I don't get that vibe from her belongings, when I grabbed her. Now focus and speak *** or she will stroke out.

Me: Hello, my street name is Slate. I guess you can call me that.

Girl: Slate, You can call me Nora I guess. Can you please let me out of this thing? It barely gives me room to turn around.

Slate: I have to keep you contained some how. This is kinda hot to be completely honest.

Girl/Nora: Yes, but not with my face contained. It's starting to make me claustrophobic.

Feeling my eyes widen the panic really kicks in. My *** didn't think this through enough. I have some chains in the garage, but still. Trying to keep my demeanor of authority.

Slate: I don't have anywhere else to put you for now.

Nora: I don’t owe anyone money. Well, maybe still that last 2k on my school loans but other wise. Its so cold please help me.

Standing above her and watching her hold the sides of the cage bars. She is like a chunky little animal wanting out.

Slate: How do I know you won't run?

Nora: Fair point. It doesn't seem like you thought through this very well. No offense. You are likely to get rid of me soon anyways. At least do me a solid or two. I mean you are kinda holding me against my will. Its not the nicest digs here and I need to pee too. I'm chubby and this cage is way to small.

Slate: You have no room and especially to speak. Let alone make demands.

Chuckling noticing my words. Swallowing hard trying to suppress images of her fat body filling her cage. Her sides pressed up against the grating little bits of fat pushing through the squares. Filling it till I have to take it apart to remove her and build her another enclosure to fill.

I think~: Damn it man, those kinds of thoughts are what got us in this predicament in the first place. No matter how hot this is she likely would never be happy staying here. I doubt she would let me do what I want to her body. If I did, she would have no choice but to stay.

Slate: I might be crazy and more then a little fucked up, but I can see reason. Speak your piece so I can have some woman.

She takes a deep sigh. I cross my arms preparing for the speech she has.

Nora: Look, if I was worth anything, my digs would be better. Knowing my luck I'd get trafficked and instead of getting princess treatment. I would be trapped in some crappy containment. Yes, I know. I'm 30, my body health wise is broken. I'm not worth any monetary value. I'm also in no way a virgin. This wouldn't be the first time for me being raped, violated, or abused. Could we try to not do the last 3. Like I'd like to have some good memories. Plus, you said your a reasonable man. So if this is my last stop don't do anything like rank to my body when I'm dead. Like cut me up and fuck my elbow. Pleaseeeeee.

I stand there stunned, not really sure how to respond to what she's saying? I get she's locked up in this basement, but she really thinks that I would take things that far. I guess with her trauma. This was supposed to be enjoyable instead of traumatizing, but I don’t know what I expected.

I think~: This poor adorable thing is almost as traumatized as I am. What are the odds she’s who I picked? She is way to hard on herself that needs to change.

Slate: I would never. I'm not a good guy, but I'm a man not a boy. I'm sorry that was done to you. I'm crazy, not insane kind of mental. Nora, you are stunning its one of the reasons I grabbed you. I know you probably hear this alot, but you shouldn't be so hard on yourself. You can’t let all the fuck boys into your head like that. All physical interaction between us will be on your terms. You are safe here, even that you may not leave.

She looks up at me and I look down purposefully not making eye contact. Bad things happen when I do, a least that’s what mother would always say. That my eyes could pull more then truths out of people. That I was gifted to see what other can't or something. It was a gift mother never got. She hated me for it and I did myself for the longest. It's why Nora can't see these scars more then she already has. Mother made sure I could see no evil. I can’t use my sight for good if no one wants to look at my face.
Nora notices my devastating reminiscing. I sigh turning to the stairs. She shakes the bars of her little enclosure.

Nora: Hey, if you could do me at least a little something?


Slate: I need to go sort somethings real quick.


Panic fills her face. Her eyes widen and her voice gets more high pitched. She almost sounds like she’s choking.

Nora: Please look. I get I'm broken and old lets be serious and once again single. I have alot of sassy in all this ass. I get I'm ugly and a failure to most people I know. Even if I make it out of this alive, I will lose my decent office job now. I beg of you please. I have a fear of… A few, well more like alot of fears. One of those is abandonment. Also I strongly dislike basements. I admit, I see ghost which is honestly what I thought you were at first. But yeah, most people ghost scare the shit out of me. What's worse than regular, ghost kid ghost. Then top tier BASEMENT ghost. I can tell we are in one by the smell and the poor lighting. I'm in a tiny cage here out in the open. So.

There is actual concern, panic, and straight fear on her face. I shake my head noticing I was rubbing the scars on my face. Remembering to blink, I look down at her not sure what to do. Rubbing the back of my neck as I look around. I rarely come down here and alot of it is only junk my uncle has been having me toss. He hates coming down here whenever he is home. Any noise from down here he says to ignore it like a man. She will stroke out if I don't do something. Fuck now she is crying.

Slate: Um.. Look I have some rope upstairs. I didn't think this through you are right. Here if you don't run let me move the cage. I need you out first.

Bending down unlocking the cage I move slowly back from her. She inches out looking at the old stairs in the dim light. Nora turns pulling her self free and making a run for it. I grab her to my chest in a quick motion. Her soft body falls into mine as we shift under the single classic basement lightbulb. She stops getting the first glance of me in any light. We both freeze now, just staring and she shutters. I am fully expecting her to pull away from me and just waiting for it. She doesn't breaking the stillness as she lifts her small bare feet, letting herself fall into my pecks. Nora rest her small head and soft cheeks against me. They feel so warm and gentle I don’t want to move. My arms wrap around her as if its second nature. They fall in place around her plump thick love handles. Resting above her perfectly round belly, it drops out against me a bit. She lets out a gaspy moan as I try to keep it together. Pulling Nora in more her belly is so soft, thick, and lushish. Part of me wants to grab it and explore every inch. She pushes into my abs and she trembles hard. I catch her pulling her in deeper to my muscular chest as she grows warmer. Nora moans softly and it feels amazing flowing through her soft plump body against mine. Our bodies are such a contrast and that is pulling so much desire from me now. Every regret I had now gone. Her double chin moves with each motion of her face it as if she was crafted from an old Greek painting. My mind can do nothing but dream of packing pound after pound on to her small frame and making her love it. She slides out her hand reaching up almost on instinct and I turn my face away from her. I look down at the floor and she redirects her hand to my hair past my chin. I try to redirect her attention from her seeing my non hidden scars.

Slate: I forgot to cut it . I.

She cuts me off. Squeezing me a bit with her one arm that is wrapped around me and resting her hand on my lower back.

Nora: No don't you dare Mr. bad boy. Not while I'm here not, not when ever. Short hair on men is so gross.

Chuckling I nod to her. Her bratty scolding is adorable and part of me wants so much more of it along with more of her. My mind races to images of her so massively fat panting a bit scolding me brattishly for forgetting something. She playfully taps my upper peck and we are both blushing. Her chubby body is so pleasantly glowing in warmth now and she is growing pinker. Like a ripe juicy plump plum. I hold back salivating and sliding us back out of the direct creepy light bulb of dooms wake. She is still staring trying to make out more of my face. She slides her hand up my neck and I slide it back down.

Slate: Stop, ok brat. We don't touch the gaiter, you need to understand my scarring is off limits.

Nora: Your brat?

Sliding my muscular arm in deeper to her roll to grip her with one arm. It makes my muscles bulge along with her lushes rolls. She lets out a gasp shaking I swallow hard. Taking the deepest breath to try to get control of my faculties. She lets out a long hard moan and plants her face into my chest.

Nora: The fuck is wrong with me? I'm such a freak and a loser. No wonder my fiancé broke up with me. I knew it was coming, but then I never expected this after he walked away. You’re no magical creature but damn your built like one. Honestly most of my freakiness I had before booktok. I just suppressed it, because no one wanted it from me. Like I told you before. You will get rid of me or wish you had Slate. So far they all have. Just don't make it painful, ok. I know you know pain and shame, like I do that's why you hide those scars. Just don't let me be miserable down here, ok. I don't know why you took me and who hurt you and if that's why, but I'm not her.

My little captive is full of surprises isn't she. Yes, I know part of this might be her trying to manipulate me to let her go. When I do dare to sneak a glance into her eyes. I know it's true, what she has been saying. I can feel her body react and the sadness is written all over her face. The gray hairs she hides, with dye at such a young age. I run my hand along a thin gray almost transparent strand of her hair trying to gather my thoughts.

Slate: Nora I know you're not the monster that did this to me. They where supposed to love me. I don't blame you. Your face is pretty and that's a reason why I took you too. Now stop faking interest in me to try to get set free.

I gather her tiny wrist. She is what society considers a plus size girl. Yet her wrists and hands are so small and dainty. A sign she’s still skinny at least to me. I shake my head trying not to get distracted.

I think~: I can't let her play me like this. I'm a hideous disappointment of a man. She can't possibly be attracted to me. That’s why I had to kidnap a girl in the first place other then the desire from it. Even if she enjoys being chunky she wouldn’t dare want what I plan to do to her body.

My thoughts are interrupted by her humming something. I look up at her confused. She blushes tucking in her face. Her attitude has seemed to change since our embrace. Nora’s little chin wobble is so now noticeable in this lighting. I shutter a bit because its so fucken adorable. Her little neck folds are pure art. I figure she's making the best of a bad situation. Man every part of my damn body wishes that chunky little bratty face was really excited to see me.

I think~: I bet when she eats, she gets little bits of food on her double chin. Fuck man, that’s so hot. That's one of the things that got you into this whole damn mess in the first place.

Nora: Yeah, booktok makes this all look so easy. Your hoodie string or shoe lace could work.

Slate: Yes, it really does. FUCK.

I outed myself to her crap. Slowly looking down at her face to see her expression and response. Seeing a slight grin on her face relaxes me a bit. As I pull the strap from my hoodie tying her wrist she hums something watching me. I squint at her enjoying this shit. I know I am, but she's not supposed to. I'd love her too, but this is real life. Good grief!.

Slate: Woman, what are you humming? Is that a booktok song? Can you take this seriously, ok? You’re kidnaped for real in my creep ass basement. This isn’t a prank, its real.

Her eyes water as she looks up at me. I sigh that wasn’t the reaction I wanted.

Nora: So you're hot, this is hot and whatever you don't have to be a jerk in this whole process.

I sigh realizing she's speaking the truth. I walk her over to an area cleared out of boxes on one side of the stairs in an out cove.

Nora: Wait its cold. Please don’t hate me.

I sigh, sliding my hoodie off putting it on her using the sleeves to tie her in place to a board in the wall.

Slate: Brat now stay. This has been more of a pain in my ass then anything.

I turn to leave stopping.

Slate: What?..

Nora: Basement ghost!

I throw my arms up walking over to a box of old holidays lights. Plugging in a plastic ghost light near her and a turkey one. I move an old bucket over and a box of tissue for her to go potty. Tapping the turkey light I look at her.

Slate: See he will protect you. Plus, you already have this little ghost. So you filled the ghost quota. They will protect you. Why am I this way?

Nora: Cause, you're just dark, not bad at heart or you had hurt me in some horrible way by now.

Slate: Nora, you have no idea why I brought you here. You still know nothing truly about me or my attentions. You have no idea what I planned to do to you when I snatched you. Do you think this is some kind of messed up Love story booktok crap, but it's not. No one loves me.. I'm a monster, ugly, and sexual freak. Its why I must work privately, at night, after hours, worksites or on sites the public aren’t around all the time. You with your perfect hair and flowy sundress that fits you just right. Your reading glasses mingled in your curls on your forehead. Walking along with you little papers and coffee mug would have screamed seeing me. If you saw me in the up while your where free. You would have turned heals and walked away faster then you ever could. Good night Nora whatever..

I didn't notice my raised tone till I hear her shaking slightly. Her shaking echoes in her voice. I can't turn around as she fights back tears. I feel her small hand cupping mine. She looks scared yet intrigued.

Nora: No, you're not a monster. You were watching me that explains my outfit to a T. I don’t remember seeing you at all. Its been really busy in the office lately. Well, now you can’t be so nasty to yourself cause I say. I'm your girlfriend now, I stole your hoodie. Trust me I might not have some criminal background like I assume you possess, but I'm an ugly freak too.

I look back at her berried in my hoodie that is large on her. It only being filled out by her soft mid section.

I kick the cage next to her, not looking up at her face.

Slate: This isn’t some game Nora no mater how much either of us wishes it to be. Now get back in. I can’t trust you'll run off. You've seen to much of my face. I'm sorry I do like you alot and desire yo. Its too much of a risk to trust any word from your pretty plump face.

She blinks intensely at plump and almost seems to shrink into her self thinking about the rest of my words in anger. I sink my nails into my hand and I can feel the blood sting the cuts. Untying her from the post. She is silent and she does as said. Turning away from her waving my hand so she can use the bucket. I wipe my hands on a rag in my pocket and wait to I can hear she is done. Trying to not think about how much I fucked all this up already. Every part of me wants to apologize and pull her close to me again. What I'd do to feel her against me and she enjoying it. To show her she is truly beautiful and how I'd make her even more so. To tell her how I snatched her to give her my idea of the ideal woman’s body. Maybe I can use that to scare her straight. That’s not tonight, she been through enough all ready. Wiping her tears that leave stain marks on her pale sensitive skin. She pulls her head away from me getting in the cage curling up into a ball trying to keep it together.

Slate: Nora I. I’m sorry.

She reaches forward pulling the door shut herself.

Nora: I won't fight you at least you're a man that wants me around who won't violate me.

That cuts me deeper then I could cut myself. My poor little captive. I have to do better. I was enjoying her playing along with me so much but the fear of it being an act got to me.

Locking the cage I get up, stopping turning back to her.

Nora: Just go, I will handle it all myself. Like I always have till the day you choose to take my life. It's just nice to think I was pretty and that maybe this all happened for a reason. That I could be desired by an attractive nan. Just whatever. You don't even want me and you took me. I am lucky to even be average.

Her words cut hard and I’d give her that if I could.

Slate: Nora that’s not true you are pretty and adorable. Anddd, other things that’s why I grabbed you. You have the perfect body to fill.. Oh, never mind. Now rest you are not the villain in your story, I guess I am now.


The end of chapter one continues in chapter 2...