Chapter 1 What have I done

*** writen in script format mostly male pov slow burn ***

*This is a sneak preview of my book Dark Captive, it is told in the male's perspective primarily. This is a new story, so it is currently being worked on and I'm not sure how much I will be posted on here. Here's 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 plump along with her face. She is about 170 pounds but about 5ft 3ins. She 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 along 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 throught the squares. Filling it till I have to take it apart to remove her and build her another encloser to fill.

I think~: Damn it man, those kinds of thoughts are what got us in this predicament in the first place. No mater 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 women.

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.

Slate: I would never. Like 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.


She looks up at me and I look down purposeful not making eye contact. Bad thing 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 encloser.

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 get more high pitched. She almost sounds like she’s choking.

Nora: Please look. I get I'm broken and old, lets be serious. I'm 30 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 adandment. 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, are 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 scares 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 up stairs. 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. She inches out looking at the old stairs in the dim light. Nora turns 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 clasic basement lightbulb. She stops getting the first glance of me in any light. We both freeze now just starring and she shutters. I am full 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 soft I don’t want to move. My arms wrap around her as if its 2nd nature they fall around her plump love handles. Resting above her perfectly round belly it drops out against me a bit. She lets out a gaspy moan and I try to keep it together. Pulling Nora in more her belly is so soft and lushish every part of me wants to grab it. She pushes into my abs and she trembles hard. I catch her pulling her in deeper to my muscular chest she has grown warmer. Nora moans sofly 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. 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 redirct her attention from her seeing my non hidden scares.

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 bluh and 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 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 blub of dooms wake. She is still starring trying to make out more of my face. She slide 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 lushish rolls. She lets out a gasp shaking and 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 you're built like one. Man but most my freakiness I honestly had before booktok. I just suppressed it cause no one wanted it from me. Like I told you, you will get rid of me or wish you had. So far they all have. Just don't make it painful, ok. I know you know pain and shame like I do, that is why you hide those scars. I bet you worn from me anyways. 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 little chin wobble is now noticeable. I shutter a bit 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 get little bit 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.

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. Slowly looking at her face to see her expression. Seeing a slight grin on her face. As I pull the strap from my hoodie tying her wrist she hums watching me. I squint at her enjoying this shit. I know I am, but she not supposed to. I'd love her too but this is real life, good grief.

Slate: Women what are you humming? It 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.

Nora: So you're hot, this is hot and what ever 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 board in the wall.

Slate: Brat now stay. This has been more 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 still or anything truly about me. You have no ideas 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, ok. I'm a monster, ugly, and a sexual freak. 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.

Nora: No, you're not. Cause now I'm your girlfriend, 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 you. 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 herself 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. I untie her from the post. She is silent and she does as said. Turing 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. Every part of me want to apologize and pull her close to me again. What I'd do to feel her against me and enjoying it. To show her she is truly beautiful and how I'd make her even more. To tell her how I snatched her to give her my idea of the ideal women’s body. Maybe I can use that to scare he straight. That’s not tonight. 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.

She reaches forward pulling the door shut herself.

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

That cuts me deeper then I could cut myself. My poor little captive.

Locking the cage getting up, I stop 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.

Slate: Nora that not true you are pretty and adorable. Anddd, other things that why I grabbed you. You have the perfect body to fill.. Oh, never mind. Now rest.

I hear light sobbing. Walking up the stairs I stop at the landing making extra foot falls. Opening the door shutting it waiting a sec and quietly siting down. Shortly after I hear sobbing. Sliding my knife out rolling up my sleeve running the blade along the dragons spine in my tat. It covers other physical scar mother gave me. Running the blade along where she had ran hers when I was child. Maybe she was right with what she did. I hear Nora’s crying increase. Getting up quietly I slide up into the main part of the house.