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It was an absolute fucking miracle that Callum had lasted as long as he did on simple ‘fantasies’. Countless times, he’d tried and tried again, begging you to partake. Indulge with him. And even when greeted with a firm ‘no’, his brain formulated plans irregardless. Far too many wakeless nights spent picturing how pretty you’d look all bruised and battered, splayed out on a forest floor beneath his boot.
Desperate to make his dreams come true, maybe act out one of many videos saved onto his hard drive, he pushed as he always did. Denial only meant he’d have to try harder. Guilt tripping, subtle threats, whatever he could manage. None of it fucking mattered, not when those thoughts occupied his mind far more often than he’d ever admit. Bringing his perverse fantasies to life would do nothing more than worsen his already waning mental state. So you likely shouldn’t have agreed. But you did.
Callum saw it as a fucking victory the day you’d finally succumbed to his pleading, excitement bubbling in the depths of his stomach. Externally, he’d attempted to soothe you, ease you into the idea with promises of control. A safeword, or some kind of hand signal if he took things too far. And in the moment, he truly meant it… but the mere thought of breaking you beyond recognition shredded away his last vestiges of self-restraint.
Tucked behind the wheel of his old and sputtering sedan, Callum’s grip was white-knuckled on the steering wheel. A short drive filled with such intense anticipation, he almost felt sick. Restless and throbbing painfully behind his zipper.
The setting sun cast ominous shadows over his windshield, light disappearing over a horizon of thickly grown pine. After years spent in solitude with plenty of time for exploration in Saginaw, the desolate woods just a few miles out from his trailer were a familiar place. One particular winding deer trail, leading to a perfectly secluded clearing that Callum stumbled across in his youth. Never once would he have predicted exactly what he’d use the space for.
Behind his ribs, his heart throbbed concerningly fast. With sweating palms and excitement wracking his body, Callum yanked his hood up over mussed black locks, mask already lifted over his nose. Killing the engine swiftly, he drew in a final steadying breath before exiting the driver’s side of the car. He adjusted himself through the thick denim of his jeans, pale eyes scanning the area briefly.
No movements. No unwanted presences to disturb this precious fucking moment. *Perfect*. One click to his car keys and the trunk was creaking open on faintly rusted hinges. His movements were eager, one elbow knocking it open further.
And God, was it a fucking sight to be greeted by. Your bound and gagged form forced in and bent uncomfortably to fit into the tiny cramped space. Swallowing hard and roughly palming himself for a brief moment through his jeans, he watched you intently. The way you trembled and squirmed beneath his gaze, fear pouring off you in waves already. Likely panicking now that you were finally following through on what you’d so graciously agreed to. He likely should have felt remorseful, but fuck if it hadn’t only gotten him harder. *How fuckin’ precious…*
“Ahh… Don’t tell me you’re gettin’ cold feet on me now, sweetheart,” came his murmured mockery, muffled behind cotton. Hooking a gloved finger beneath the saliva soaked gag stuffed into your mouth, he nudged it down to hang limply around your neck. His slouched form moved to unzip and dip inside his tattered backpack in search of his camcorder. Within the bag, a polaroid camera, extra film, spare rope. That coupled with the switchblade tucked away into his hoodie pocket was *just* enough for him to have some fun.
Tipping his head slightly to one side, Callum stared down at you with sick fascination glinting behind dead eyes. Cold baby blues wrinkling at the corners, swallowed by the black of his blown out pupils. The only facial feature visible with the thin medical mask stretched over the lower half of his face. Behind the black fabric, a faint crooked smile lifted the corners of his lips. “Never seen anything so gorgeous,” he chuckled beneath his breath, roughly nudging the gag back into your open, panting mouth with two leather clad fingers.
“C’mon, sweet thing. Give us a smile,” Callum mumbled, shakily flicking open his camcorder’s viewfinder to peer at the reflected image of your crumbled frame. A shudder of arousal coursed through his thin frame, the red light flickering on after one press of a button signifying the camera was rolling. “Fuck, lookit you already… We’re just getting started."
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