Kidnapping Story Part 4

Kidnapping story part 4

Just then, Mors comes down to give Immy his “medicine”. Mors pokes him with a needle and injects Immy with some unknown drug, probably a special blend made by Mors. Immy immediately starts to blush and cling to Mors, desperate for physical touch. Aaaww I did somebody miss me? Instead of putting a bandage on after Mors pulls out the needle, he starts licking the area where the needle was. Immy blushes more and squirms around, letting out soft moans. foo- food… Immy mumbles. Oh yes, of course I should probably feed you. I don't want you dying. Mors goes upstairs and comes back down with a home cooked meal. I'm not like other kidnappers, Immy. I want to treat you well but I also want you to be hurt and scared… Mors starts feeding Immy himself and helps Immy chew and swallow by grabbing his jaw and gently moving it then holding his mouth closed. Mors kisses him on the cheek after he's done eating. Now, just four more days down here, my love. Immy starts to cry. wh- wha nn- nnuuu. It's okay, you should be happy. I was originally going to leave you down here for a month, but that made me feel bad for you because I do care for you regardless of what you think. Mors goes upstairs. Immy starts crying, and she tries to beg Mors to stay, desperate to talk to anyone, but Mors walks upstairs and locks the door. Day 4: Immy is breaking. He cries and screams and freaks out, needing to be interacted with. Day five: Immy finally starts to be able to sleep more. Day six, he spends sleeping mostly. Day 7: he's finally broken, I mean, it can get worse, but he's pretty beaten down. Morris comes down with a wooden cross and rope. Mors sets up the cross and redrugs Immy. He takes his limpy body and ties his arms and legs to the cross. You see, I wanted to put you on your symbol that you insist on praying to, to mock you and your God. I love you and me, but you are very stupid he says flirtally. But I didn't want to nail your hands and feet into it. That would be too far. Again, I would never do anything to you that I wouldn't do to myself. All of a sudden, Mors takes out a knife, and Immy starts to freak out, well, as much as he can, being drugged out of his mind. Morris takes the knife and holds Immy's arm and glides the knife across it, making a slash. Immy starts making unintelligible noises and tears stream down his face. Mors starts to lick his cut and drinks his blood. He then kisses Immy gently on the lips, feeding him his own blood, and Immy tries to spit it out, but Mors forces him to swallow. Good Boy~. He then goes to the other arm and starts to slice all the way down, cutting his arm open. Immy cries loudly in a mumbled gargle. Mors starts to cry from happiness seeing Immy like this. He sits down next to the cross and bathes in the euphoria he's getting from doing this. He unties Immy and snuggles him on the floor as they both cry. Mors takes out a medical kit. It's time to sew you up so you don't bleed out. Immy sits there and cries like a baby as Mors sews him up. Mors constantly reassures him that it's going to be okay and that he loves him. After he's done, Mors starts to head upstairs. See you later, my love. W- aaaaait! Immy cries. pl- please don't leave me down here… Immy gargles through his tears. Aw, do you want me to stay with you? Come here, love. You look so adorable like this. Mors holds Immy in his arms and stays with him for an hour, cuddling, before leaving. Immy doesn't love Moors, but he's so desperate for human contact after being isolated for so long.

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Kidnapping story part 3.

Immy's eyes slowly open as he's still partially unconscious like when you're waking up but you can still hear and see your dreams. He's in a dark concrete basement with nothing but a single light bulb hanging from a string to light the room. The light is a warm orange color. His arms and legs are chained up with the chains connecting to a hook on the ceiling. As he becomes more conscious he realizes he's completely naked. Terrified, Immy starts looking around and then sees Mors standing there with a warm smile across his face. It's so weird seeing this terrible man with such a friendly facial expression. Immy tries to speak but his words are slurred from the drugging. Hello Immy, Mors says, welcome to my home. I hope you're feeling scared because you should be, but that's okay, I like you like that and soon you'll like you like that too. Immy tries to stand up but Falls back down the chains holding his arms up. While you were sleeping I drugged you even more to keep you sedated so you won't put up much of a fight as the first time I cut you. Such wonderful memories. You know I love you Immy, I just have a different way of showing it. Immy knows God can be very cruel at times and often punishes Humanity. Maybe this is also God's way of showing he cares for me, Immy thinks. And don't worry I didn't do anything to you when I undressed you. I would never do something like that to you, Immy. Well not yet anyways. Mors says then smiles. Anyway now that you're awake I'm going to leave you down here for a while to prepare you for what's next, mors says as he turns off the light. Goodbye love. Immy is left down there for 3 days. In his drugged state in the silently cries as he's left in this dark basement. Day one: because of the drugs in his system Immy is constantly fading in and out of consciousness but not long enough for him to fall asleep. The basement looks Pitch Black static. Immy has cried for the 11th time today. To be fair you really shouldn't count it separately because it's been a continuous cry with little breaks to rest his voice. After he's tired out all his cries he stares into the pitch black feeling severely understimulated his mind starts to wander into thoughts of depression questioning his fate and memories. Memories of his family, wondering if he'll ever be able to see them again, wondering if he'll ever be able to go to church again and talk to the other people there. He feels if this is God's way of teaching him he wonders what he did wrong. He feels shame and sadness with himself, not really anger because he is never angry. He's too shy to ever express anger. He wonders for hours what he did to deserve this and why God was testing him. Day two: he's starting to see things moving in the basement but he's not sure if it's real or just his brain Playing Tricks on him. But then he starts to wonder what if it's creatures sent by God to torture him even more? he wonders what if it's Fallen Angels coming to claim him? If this is the end? What if he's going to hell? What if he failed God's test by being kidnapped in the first place? The room looks like it's made out of bugs and Immy starts to see faces. Probably because of the constant exposure to darkness paired with the effects from the drugging. Day three: Immy is starting to break. He is desperate for physical touch from another human being, he was coddled by his parents quite a lot so he's used to being hugged and stuff. Immy's stomach growls. It's 3 days now and he's so hungry.