(Trigger Warning)

Third Person Point Of View

The silence between the two was deadly as Arlan kept a crushing grip of Aurora's slim wrist, pulling her up the winding, elongated staircase. Aurora was aware of how easily he could crush the bones in her wrist with little effort, any longer, and he probably might; It was terrifying. She watched as he mercilessly tugged her, dark curls covering his face, as her feet skid along the wooden steps. Aurora willed herself to be silent, though she couldn't help her subtle, trepid breaths and the tangible, rapid thump of her heartbeat against her collarbone was inexorable. She was aware of the already forming bruises from his grip on her arm, but that would be the least of the pain she was about to experience. If she let out a yelp now, she knew she'd have no strength to be quiet for the worst of it-and that's what she had to be: Quiet, neutral. No reaction.

Arlan threw open the door to his room and forcibly hauled Aurora into his room, her feet skidding on the floor as she gasped, ankle twisting as she toppled to the floor. The lights were off, leaving the room to be an unprotective, vast, blackness as her palms caught and the floor which braced her fall. Hushing her panting breaths, she felt Arlan's face towards her.

He stood her up and took hold of her shoulders and guided her towards the door and she stood in front of it. Aurora licked her lips, suddenly aware of how dry they were and tried not to feed into her fear. Yet, here she was, alone in the dark with a kidnapper, and quite possibly, a sociopath.

Subtle footsteps alerted her that Arlan had stepped away, she wasn't sure where he was going and she felt her hands ball into fists. Her fingers curled into her sweat soaked palms as her thumbs lightly rolled over the fists in anticipation. A tightness of anxiety formed in her chest like a gradually built spiderweb of fear. Faint noises still didn't clue her in as to what was happening, and suddenly, she heard a soft light switch. Aurora flinched as the room was lit in rich, but dark, red lighting. It gave an eery, sadistic feel and she gulped, unsure of what this meant. They had always had sex in complete darkness, what was this lighting for? A new mood for a new kind of torture?

What was this going to be, just sex? Or some worse form of torture? Or would he get bored of her remaining so neutral, he'd stop all together? That's what she wished for, but she knew that was probably just wishful thinking. She wished she had some form of comfort in this moment. Elise, Nate, just some familiar face to keep her going.

"What are you thinking?" Arlan murmured and Aurora jumped slightly when he gently tilted her chin up a bit.

Her eyes had become fixated on the floor for so long that she had missed him walking up to her, now he was close again. Her eyes softly blinked at him and she licked her bottom lip softly to try to add some moisture to them. Aurora's lips parted to speak.

"Actually," Arlan raised a finger, smirking and placing it to his lips as if 'thinking'. He placed the finger on her lips. "Don't tell me. I don't care. I can see your little arms quivering in anticipation. My little pain lover," He murmured faintly, leaning to Aurora's much shorter frame to gingerly press the contours of his lips against her soft forehead.

His kiss remained for a few moments before his lips gradually separated from her skin. He rested his forehead against hers.

"We're gonna have so much fun, baby," He taunted. "Well, I am, at least. Donnn't know about you," He snickered under his breath making Aurora shiver.

Then, his expressions seemed to change from teasing to more tame, and contemplative, "Unless, of course, you wanna give up this whole 'I don't care' and 'I'm not scared' charade," Arlan mocked in a voice.

Aurora furrowed her brow at him.

"I know this is all some tough, big girl act," He cooed. "But swallow your pride, Aurora. I know you're in love with me, you know you're in love with me," Her stomach churned, "We both know how much you need me, and how much you care about me. Admit it," He said the two words simply as his hands gently cupped her forearms, causing a line of shivers to tingle down Aurora's spine.

"Admit it, and then we can call it a day and move on from this. Up to you, little one, and I know you're a smart girl," He added in a belittling tone, "So why don't you just admit what we both already know," He whispered.

There would someday be someone who deserved to hear those words from her, and she knew it was not him. Not her captor. Not her abuser. If she had the power to control her fate, it would be Beck that she confessed all these words to: an actual sane, sweet, comforting human being.

She knew it'd be easier to succumb to Arlan, to coo all the words he wanted to hear and soothe his little mommy issues. And maybe she'd avoid all the pain he was about to inflict. But Aurora had to stand her ground. She had worked this hard, and she believed in herself. The Aurora who was kidnapped two months ago couldn't have done it. She had something to prove, she had to try something to get some power here. The raw, almost animalistic jade coloring of Arlan's irises widened, anticipating her next words. Inhaling a large, deep breath of air that filled her chest with the courage she needed, she stared confidently at Arlan.

"No."

Arlan's lip twitched at the simplicity of her one-worded answer. He looked at her as if anticipating she'd change her mind, but she stood her ground. Aurora denied him, and it had ticked him off. As silence and tension settled thick in the air, his expression turned into one of a snarl. He was upset, disappointed. Even if she said it softly or meekly in a whisper, he would've accepted it.

He wondered when she became so bold like this, challenging his dominance with her audacity. It irked him.

They played a staring game for a little, Aurora did not cave, she did not let her intimidation factor in. She ignored her sympathetic nervous system which was on the brink of a panic attack and tried to pretend she was an even more intimidating person that him-in her mind, at least. She knew she had to be mentally strong above all. With that in mind, she could handle anything he threw her way. She was fine.

"Take off all your clothes," He demanded firmly.

Until that.

The quivering to Aurora's limbs returned, but she remained rooted in her place.

"Did you fucking hear me, pet?" Arlan beseeched, gripping her throat, his 'fucker' tattoo encased around her neck, making her gulp uncomfortably.

"Don't make me repeat myself, do what you do best and get fucking naked, whore," He snarled, releasing her neck.

Water rushed to her eyes at the cruel comment, and Aurora swallowed, but still remained rooted. How dare he say such a thing and degrade her to a mere, sexualized object. It was so dehumanizing, Arlan ought to be the sickest person she ever knew. She would not undress for him.

In a swift rush, the side of a knife rose against Aurora's throat from Arlan and she squealed, sheer panic gripping her heart as her muscles clenched. He held the weapon against her neck as feelings of faintness dizzied Aurora. She panted, her throat expanding and deflating in heaving breaths, as Aurora meekly acknowledged the knife held against her throat, then Arlan, horrified. Her eyes met his unforgiving ones. He gripped her chin.

"Spit in your hand."

Aurora gulped, confused, petrified, feeling more faint and unsure she heard him.

"What?" Aurora whimpered hoarsley, gulping.

He pressed the knife flat against her neck and she whimpered louder, panicking, squealing, cold sweat coating her back.

"Spit in your hand, get down to the floor, get me off. Then take off your clothes."

Tears spilled over and down the sides of her face.

"B-but...why can't you do it?" She sputtered, trying to stall time.

"Aurora," Arlan growled harshly, impatiently.

"No," She cried, trying to move away, but he squeezed her arm with his other hand and tugged her to his bed. Throwing her down onto the queen sized mattress, he gripped her throat with his hand.

"Then I'll cut your clothes off myself, Dove! And I suggest you don't move, unless you want to get cut!Accidents are accidents, doll!" He seethed ragefully.

Aurora threw her head back and stared at the ceiling, willing her shaking body to just stay still, yet her limbs were vibrating in terror. She didn't want to accidentally get cut. The sound of ripping fabric alerted her he had started and Aurora squeezed her eyes shut, knowing he was cutting his T-shirt off of her. Arlan cut the shirt down the middle, before ripping it open and discarding it, making her whimper loudly in distress. She felt his breath falling on the bare skin of her stomach, as her body rose and deflated quickly with her hyperventilating. Arlan took his sweet time crawling towards her to elongate the feeling of panic in her and smirked, enjoying the fear evident on her face.

He eventually hovered over her. Carefully, he slid the knife right under the little, baby pink bow of her bra, and Aurora squealed feeling the cold metal against her skin so close to her heart and neck. Arlan smirked, leaving it there for what felt forever. The knife rose and fell with the speed of Aurora's quick breathing. He was inhumanely taunting her. She looked at him in disbelief, her eyes pleading to not hurt her in anyway. He felt deeply satisfied knowing she was again under his complete submission.

Arlan manuevered the weapon upwards to cut the bra open as her accelerated heart beat panged against her chest and she let out a cry, terrified. The bra fell to both sides of her, open, as her exposed breasts were left naked and bare. Her hands went quickly to cover them but Arlan forcefully tugged her hands away, surely causing more bruises on her wrists. His hands went to her breasts as he kneaded them and pinched and played with her nipples, which were spiked up and cold. Aurora felt abused and humiliated. They had always had sex in the dark and now he was able to see more of her body. Sure, he saw it when they showered together, but she was too drugged up to even be self conscious about that.

"I-I can t-take off the rest of my clothes," Aurora shakily said, twisting around to get him off. She despised his touch and wanted it to end, now. "I promise," She whined under her breath.

Arlan paused, broke into a gradual, Cheshire smirk, looking at her in silence. He then broke it by laughing quietly, a deep chuckle that rumbled from his chest, making her shoulders flinch. His jade eyes bore into her, piercing her, a deep satisfaction reaching him as he saw that oh so familiar look of fear in her wide, blueberry eyes he had missed so much. He surprised her by placing his thumb in her mouth and dragging it down her lower lip, leaving her confused. He smoothed his large thumb roughly across her lower lip, dragging it to the side, and dragging her lip down again.

"You still haven't done what I asked before," He grunted roughly, a husky tone in his voice and lust drunk in his eyes. He had asked her to spit in her hand.

He leaned away slowly, sitting across from her, beginning to undo his belt when Aurora swallowed. She had never done anything to him, Arlan always took control and got himself off, before fucking her. She quite honestly did not know what to do.

"Well, are you going to do it?" He wasn't looking at her, rather, his Armani belt he was unbuckling.

Aurora looked down, the clinking sound of his undressing frightening her.

"You illiterate bitch, speak to me when I ask something of you!"

She piped her head up with wide eyes and he stripped his boxers to his thighs, being bare from the waist down, holding his dick in his palm and rolling his thumb over his head as he looked at her expectantly.

She did nothing but remain routed, her fright skyrocketing at the sight of his dick. She gulped. She had never seen it in the light, only felt it inside her, and it was as wide as it felt.

Arlan reached forward and grabbed her arm, forming her hand into a cupped position and yanking it to her mouth.

"Spit in it!" Hs beseeched, sending her shaking.

"B-but..." She whimpered, her heart rate accelerated.

"B-but," He mocked, fisting the back of her hair and pulling her face towards her hand. He hooked a finger to her mouth and pulled it open wide. She made no attempt.

Arlan gripped her neck and she gulped and whimpered hoarsely. He glared at her through hooded, hard, smokey eyes. Her cheeks blossomed with bright red.

"I don't want to," Aurora whispered meekly, eyes blinking fast and away from his. "I...don't feel comfortable with that."

"If you loved me, you would," He sneered and squeezed her neck and she squealed at the tightening around her airway.

But she didn't love him.

"Y-you're b-being manipulative, that's not fair," she coughed out.

Arlan snorted.

"Fair? I kill innocent men in cold blood every day and you think I believe in being fair?"

"No," She answered quietly, she knew he didn't believe in being fair.

Arlan's eyes turned fiery and angry, protuberant from their sockets.

"I don't give a fuck if they have wives, families. I'm heartless, God damn it!"

That was the truest thing he had ever said. Aurora's stomach churned. How could he absolutely inhuman?? He was a monstrous, heartless, cruel psychopathic beast she utterly despised and wished the worst upon.

He picked up the knife, holding it to her neck replacing his hand and Aurora gasped, eyes enlarging.

"You should be grateful, I'd much rather you choke on my cock but all I'm asking for is your bloody hand! Why are you so fucking diifuclt!"

"Ok, ok, ok," Aurora panted, her body feeling ice cold.

He momentarily held the knife for a few beats longer staring at her angrily. His jade, cold eyes were merciless and unforgiving, matched with his untamed, long black curls menacingly framing his face. Hesitantly, he lowered the knife and set it beside his leg. Arlan leaned forward, staring directly at Aurora, and spat hard into her hand, making her jolt slightly, her stomach coiled in disgust. He leaned back up and waited expectantly.

Trying to catch her breath, she eyed Arlan's dick with perplexed eyes, not sure where to start. She was so inexperienced, she felt so out of place, so not ready for something like this. Especially with no sort of direction given to her, she was at a loss of what to do entirely. With great hesitation, she placed her hand flat on his dick and gulped, slowly moved it up and down, just barely.

In frustration, Arlan brought his hand over hers and closed her hand around his dick, moving it up and down more ruggedly before taking his hand away. He moaned breathily and closed his eyes as Aurora continued that rhythm. She tried to picture anything else while she pleasured him.

"Fuck, Christ baby," He hissed, scrunching his face a bit and tipping his head back, revealing his tattooed neck.

Aurora tried to remember her favorite songs or movies, to block out his breathy moans.

"Just like that, baby, touch me," Arlan breathlessly said, making Aurora feel gross and dirty in the worst way. She looked up at the ceiling, maybe God was looking down at her and thinking of how to save her. She didn't deserve this. She didn't want to watch.

Aurora closed her eyes and thought about just about anything to escape her mind from this hellish nightmare. She wondered if Arlan was drunk, or just sober and being horrible. Either way she hated it but managed to stop crying at point.

Arlan grabbed her hand which startled her, she looked at him suddenly when she had been staring at the ceiling. He began moving his hand over hers to go to a faster, rougher rhythm.

"God, you really are inexperienced," He grunted in aggravation, panting as he guided her hand with his, "You're not supposed to pause every five seconds, what the fuck is wrong with you? You keep it going. Hard. and fast," He panted as he guided her hand to the pace he wanted.

"I-I'm sorry. I'm nervous," She whimpered in a whisper, feeling uncomfortable with her hand moving faster.

"Well, everyone knows how to give a hand job," He scoffed loudly, offering no comfort or understanding.

Aurora's eyes lowered in embarrassment from his hard, judgmental ones.

"I don't..I've never...do that...stuff," Aurora awkwardly and nervously explained further. She was a young girl and didn't feel ready.

He gave her an expected look to continue and she wrapped her hand around his dick, squeezing tight and he hissed, pushing her off.

"Fuck! Not that hard!" He scowled, Aurora yelped.

Her eyes clouded with tears, everything blurry. She hung her head low, body trembling in fright.

"Sorry... you didn't teach me," She murmured, being cut off.

"I didn't think I'd have to," He grunted, cutting her off by forcefully grabbing her arm and placing it around his dick again, moving it faster. "You should know how to handle dick."

"Sorry," was her instinctual response, whispered.

She hated how rushed this felt, how unsafe it felt. She knew it wasn't how healthy partners did sexual things together.

Arlan was almost twenty five, he had been with a lot of experienced women who took control over his dick with no lack of confidence. Aurora was a young woman, she had never been with anyone else, she did not know what to do or how to do it.

Which she thought was fine, she never felt a shame or pressure to rush into sexual activities with other teenagers. She always wanted to do sexual things at her own pace, not caring about society's standards. And Arlan had always claimed to adore her innocence, anyway. So what was this? Why was he so agitated? She couldn't snap her fingers and become an older, sexually experienced woman to please him over night.

"Well now you know. So go harder."

Aurora closed her eyes and sighed helplessly, following his instructions and feeling dirty and used.

"Yeah, good, fuck," He praised. "Yeah, like that. That's what a filthy whore does," The dirty talk spewed from his mouth.

Whore? She thought unsurely yet to herself , head dizzy and spinning. Her eyes watered. That's not ever what she wanted to be called in bed. She wanted names like lovely, baby, maybe even sexy if she got used to it. But not something as degrading as whore. It hurt her feelings and made the situation feel even worse. Was he saying that to get himself off, or did he really mean that? Was she just a sexual object to him?

"Cmon, babe, fuck me with your hand, yeah."

Her mind wandered into what it would be like to have a first sexual experience with someone normal. Would they be kind, caring, nonjudgmental? Reassuring? She wanted someone who would not get angry at her lack of experience. She wanted someone who would completely understand and respect her saying no.

The dream would be to have sex for the first time romantically, with lots of forehead kisses and maybe even someone holding her hand and telling them repeatedly they loved her. And she would love them back, she'd say I love you and mean it. The environment would feel safe, and Aurora could experience not what she would call fucking, but making love.