Abusive! Alex Mercer X Slave/Abused! Reader lemon boyxgirl requested:aydeepraysfordahmer

*requested by my favorite follower/reader-- aydee!

The crashing sound of glass being tossed off the table, the raging thunder voice of a man reflected the basement to the corner of the wimpering woman's ears. The woman's almond eyes were shut tight as she looked down. "You bitch! What the hell did you say to the neighbor! Tell me!" The man tossed her to the ground, the cold floor. "I didn't say anything, Alex..." She muttered, trying to get up with sore wrists. Alex, presumably, grabbed her again by the shoulder, with inhumane strength, and pinned her to the wall, smirking, insanity in his eyes. "Really? I heard them about calling the cops and Blackwatch; especially." He answered harshly. "They hear what we're doing, Alex. They know something is wrong..." Y/n trailed with a cough of blood.

Alex smiled, "That is why I transfered you here in the basement!" Alex then tossed her at the floor, a few glass sticking in her skin, making her wince and bleed. "Lay down." Alex ordered. Y/n crawled onto the old, rusty, bed and laid down as instructed. Alex then placed her shackles and chains on her joints, body spreaded. Her bloodstained nightgown --that touched to her knees-- laid lazily onto her bruised curves.

Alex smirked and removed his belt, "White or Black?" Y/n had to choose painfully as the both colors are both torture. Black--indicating of continuous beat up, back to forth. White is continuous beat up but only the limbs; arms and legs. "White..." Alex chuckled, "As always..." He readied his belt and whipped her legs first, and then to her arms. The stinging pain immediately sticked within the skin, and the red stains of blood cells reacting painting on the pale, bruised, skin of hers.

After minutes of whipping pain, blood gushed out of the open wounds of Y/n, Alex left the room with an alcoholic scent. Y/n rested and cried silently as the pain trailed throughout her systems endlessly. She huffed, trying to break free from the shackles at her wrists. "C-C'mon, Y/n...!" Y/n exclaimed quietly as she tried removing her wrists from the metal rings, without making any defeaning sounds as possible. But her tiring arms just made her give up as the pain started growing...and a faint female voice, a prostitute.

You fucking asshole... Cried Y/n within her mind. It is painful, so much. Above the basement, she could hear the laughs of a group of women and Alex hanging out with them, hanging out with prostitutes. Y/n cried once more. She didn't deserve this, she expected a happier life; but all of it: was replaced with pain and pure agonzing heartache. Y/n cried to sleep to pass the time and to pass her pain.

"Wake up." The door slammed open as the drunk man went down the stairs, awakening Y/n from her slumber. Y/n backed off, her spine touching the head of the bed and her knees tucked close to her chest. "Alex, please..." Y/n mumbled as her tears flowed. Alex laughed maniacally and grinned crazily, his eyes red. "Choose," Y/n's mind raced with the same questions: not another beat up or another drowning session. But all of her questions turned back and met a new pain...

Alex unlocked her shackles from her ankles and sat on the bed. He grinned, "You don't mind if I could touch you, right?" "Alex, let go." Her left leg shuffled. Alex bolted and pinned her down using his his tendrils, over the legs, and his hands, over her hands. "Red or Blue?" Alex questioned her, Y/n sweat and her eyes were in tears. "Please, Alex. Please...!" She pleaded, but it did no good to the maniac scientist. Alex got mad and pinned her harder, his fury also exclaimed, "Choose!" Only a wimper from Y/n was the response.

Alex grinned and replied, sitting back up and smiling, "Okay, then. If you have no choice then I will just do it with my rules and orders." He immediately unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Y/n tried kicking Alex off as he tries leaning in, but Alex pinned her down once again and planted light, warm, breathing and a agonizing bite at the collar.

Y/n screamed and cried, squirming as the pain signaled her brain. Alex then removed his boxers and readied his position. His tip as poking at the entrance of her womanhood. Y/n held the sheets tight as ever as the pain grew like a big knot between her stomach. With no hesitation, Alex immediately stick in his member, making the hole break and bleed. "No!!!" Y/n screamed.

Alex plunged in and out. Placing the preassure and pleasure to himself. But for Y/n, she felt hardcore pain in her stomach, tying a thick and large knot that was soring her in between her legs. She tried kicking him off but Alex wrapped his tendrils at her ankles and her wrists to stay still. He added another tendril to her mouth to keep her mouth shut. The tendril took an action, deep throating her, she barely could even breath or scream. Her tears started to flow like a waterfall, her womanhood started to gush and stain the bed.

As Alex climax reached, his hot lube filled in her tank, and the color of red and white mixed, the heat pained as much as her heart did. She was blank. Traumatized by what Alex did and this was her first time; and her first time was too brutal.

Alex huffed and grinned. He pulled himself out and saw the blood and cum covered on his member. The excess lube flowed out of Y/n's wounded womanhood. She cried silently as Alex prepped himself up. When Alex left the place, Y/n barely even moved an inch. Y/n saw the gun beside her and wondered how it got there.

Y/n felt fine about the gun, so she tried grabbing it while her shackles clinged and clashed. As her wounded and numb finger finally reached the gun, she aimed it right at her head, loaded it, and muttered, "Goodbye, Alex. Have fun." And a loud bang awoke Alex.

The blood stained the pillow and bed sheet. The hole at her head was black and red and damaged both sides of her brain. Alex ran down and saw Y/n's lifeless, chained, body on the blood stained bed. His eyes were tearing up, and his mouth grinned a smile. It was confusing. He felt pain yet happiness. It was confusing that he couldn't understand himself; whether to cry so much or be happy. So he laughed for his mistakes, running his hands to his hair, dropping down on the floor and crying. The total pshyco has done it again.