Alder's Grove

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Her eyes were closed. He liked that; it let him watch her face. Her hands were on him like she was trying to pin him down - who was he kidding? She could pin him down without any hands at all - and her expression was somewhere else, somewhere reaching for bliss.

He brushed his lips against hers, then kissed her properly. He was on his back, and she was on top of him and…

He closed his eyes and stopped thinking for a while. She was moving above him and that was, for the moment, all that mattered.
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Amrit stalked to the garage behind her — behind his captor, because she refused to be something else. She was scared. He could tell. He ought to be happy about that, but it was just making him more angry.
He handed her the turkey piece by piece and snarled the Workings at the fridge that would keep the inside cold for a while, adding three large blocks of ice to the freezer. The thought made him smirk, even through his fury. “Icebox,” he muttered. “Height of Betty Boop technology.”
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She was looking at him strangely.

She’d been looking at him strangely since he volunteered to break his own leg, and it had just been getting worse all day, until bedtime, when she’d told him she wasn’t going to tie him down for the night.

She’d looked like she wanted to say something else. Amrit hadn’t given her a chance — though he had managed to thank you. Sleeping with a healing leg was going to be hard enough without restraints.

It had been. In the end, he’d muttered a Working to knock himself out. He’d slept like a log, but woke groggy and still trying to shake off the sleep.
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Fae Apoc, approx. now.

Content Warnings: This setting, although not this ficlet, contains rape, mind control, and dubious consent situations.

This particular story contains kidnapping and slavery, bondage, and will eventually contain violence & Stockholm Syndrome.








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Amrit didn't care. He was going to go for some fish or some honey or some cattle, and he wasn't sure which was more irritating.

This third bidder, though, she was interesting. She was thin - almost everyone was thin, these days, and there was nothing that raised more red flags than a fat person when everyone else was starving. She had features that looked good thin, though, with high cheekbones and wide eyes that made her look - ha - fey. Her hair - black or dark brown - was pulled back into a long braid, and she was wearing cargo pants and what looked like three shirts, all of them in shades of green.

And it looked like she was winning the bidding. Amrit tried futilely to fight against the chains, but that wasn't getting him anywhere. He slumped. There would be a chance. He'd get away - and then he'd be more careful where he slept from now on.

"Sold, to the lady. Come collect your prize. He's yours now."

The auctioneer gestured grandly, and the woman came up onto the platform. She pulled the gag out of Amrit's mouth and met his gaze. Her eyes, he noted, were so dark as to nearly be black. "You Belong to me now."

He worked his mouth, getting the taste of wood and leather out. "Fuck you."

She took a step back, frowning. Oh, had he offended her delicate sensibilities? Good.

"You're going to be interesting."

"Fuck you." He managed to find a bit of spittle to add to that one. She wiped her face and, for a moment, Amrit thought she was gong to hit him. She'd learn fast enough that that didn't do much to control him.

Instead, she shoved the gag back in his mouth. "I'm sure we'll figure it out. Leave him chained, please." The last was to the slavers, who'd come over to wrap Amrit for travel, or whatever they did. "I'm sure what I paid for him can cover a couple shackles... and this gag."

"Yes, ma'am." They unlocked the two pins holding Amrit's chains to the sales floor. "He's all yours, then."

"Yes, yes he is." She hauled Amrit to his feet. "Come on, then... unless you'd rather stay here and try your luck with Fineus the Whoremonger? I hear his bid came in second."

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