𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑑, 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎 ⊹ ₊ ❀ ʳᵉᵛᵉʳⁱᵉ & ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ᶠⁱᵍᵘʳᵉ ❪ ⁿ ˢ ᶠ ʷ ❫

[reverie.]

ʀᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ 𝑟𝑒𝑑 ᴠɪᴏʟᴇᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ 𝖇𝖑𝖚𝖊 ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ 𝕟𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕪 ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ ɪɴᴠᴏʟᴠᴇ 𝒎𝒆 ᴀɴᴅ 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ᴀ  ʀ ᴏ ʟ ᴇ ᴘ ʟ ᴀ ʏ  ʙ ʏ  ʀ ᴇ ᴠ ᴇ ʀ ɪ ᴇ .  ᴀ ɴ ᴅ  ꜰ ᴀ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ʀ  ꜰ ɪ ɢ ᴜ ʀ ᴇ ​

this is a continuation of this roleplay, so feel free to read that first.
 ​

 

[reverie.]

daisy williams. ᴡ ʜ ᴀ ᴛ  ʏ ᴏ ᴜ  ᴀ ʟ ʟ ᴏ ᴡ  ɪ ꜱ  ᴡ ʜ ᴀ ᴛ  ᴡ ɪ ʟ ʟ  ᴄ ᴏ ɴ ᴛ ɪ ɴ ᴜ ᴇ .​ ⊹  ₊  ✦  ₊  ⊹​ Daisy hadn't set foot in Elliot's house since Christmas. That evening in the kitchen on Christmas Eve still haunted her—day and night. She'd lost count of how many nights she'd woken up panting, but there were also nights she'd woken up with her core tingling with anticipation. Of course, she knew it wasn't real. She knew it was just bad dreams—or good. Because some nights she enjoyed it. Some nights she moaned instead of screamed; begged for more and not for him to stop. She'd be lying if she said she didn't like those dreams, but she'd rather never see Elliot's face again, not in her dreams and certainly not in real life. Which was why she'd hoped her mom would break up with him, or vice versa. The fact that he hadn't was concerning. Was he truly planning on pursuing a relationship with her mom when he'd ripped open Daisy's ass right under her fucking nose? Was he just going to pretend it never happened, like he'd done during the holidays? They'd barely exchanged words. It was not surprising, considering Daisy had spent most of the time in her room—his guest room—after the incident. She'd told her mom she wasn't feeling well, but Elliot must have known the truth. He was the reason her ass was sore and why she couldn't fall asleep. After the holidays she'd spoken more to her mom than she had in years. The only reason for that was to attempt to make her change her mind about Elliot. "Are you sure he's the right man for you?" she'd asked her time and time again. "Do you even know him?" At this point, Daisy was sure she didn't. How could she? He'd fucked her daughter in the ass—so hard she screamed—while she was still in the house. Not that Daisy was planning on telling her that—she wasn't ready for the aftermath of that revelation. What she wanted, however, was Elliot out of her mom's life. The sooner the better. But when her mom told her she suspected Elliot would propose to her on Valentine's Day, Daisy couldn't sit around any longer. There was no way she was letting her mom marry that asshole. Not after what he'd done. So, after talking to her mom on the phone during lunch, she sent her a text stating that she would stop by later to talk. Her mom had told her that Elliot was working late and that she could just lock herself in with the spare key—which she did. Daisy wasn't sure what she would tell her mom. Perhaps that she wasn't ready for her to get married? Or perhaps that she had a bad feeling about Elliot? Or maybe she should lie, and tell her she'd seen him with another woman. The truth wasn't exactly out of the question either, but once that cat was out of the bag, there was no taking it back. It was probably for the best if her mom didn't know, for all of their sakes. Daisy had just locked herself in when she received a text from her mom that she was running late. That wasn't a problem—at least not yet. She knew their reservation wasn't until eight, and she'd be long gone before Elliot came home to change. Or so she thought. The shock on her face when she entered the living room was unmistakable. "Elliot," she greeted him, forcing a smile to her lips to pretend she was happy to see him—she wasn't. Despite this being his house, he was the last person she'd expected to see sitting at the dining table. Fear started fueling her cells and she came to a halt, her body freezing at the sight of him. Images of the incident flashed before her eyes and she remembered the pain in her ass. She couldn't help but wonder how often he thought about that evening. ​

 

[Father Figure]

elliot winters. ɪ ' ʟ ʟ  ᴅ ᴏ  ᴛ ʜ ɪ ɴ ɢ ꜱ  ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ' ʟ ʟ  ɴ ᴇ ᴠ ᴇ ʀ  ꜰ ᴏ ʀ ɢ ᴇ ᴛ .​ ⊹  ₊  ✦  ₊  ⊹​ Elliot’s fingers began to drum a steady beat on the table, his phone sitting in front of him. A terseness was in the older man’s features, as if he knew Daisy’s every secret, his gaze seeming sharp as the young woman entered the room. Even if Daisy seemed shocked at seeing him, Elliot did not seem to share the same emotion. Those eyes did not seem deterred in the slightest either by the rather unlikable look in her features, no matter the smile that she was attempting to portray upon her face. And when she came to a halt in fear there was something satisfying that reached his eyes, something that seemed to hint he was pleased she experienced such an emotion in his presence. Idly he picked up his phone, giving a small little shake of it as if pointing it out to her that it happened to exist, and his following words at least would lend some weight as to why he was here waiting for her. But the action was strange, in something seemingly odd with how he was moving. And then it struck home, a hammer stroke of recognition. Elliot’s other hand remained under the table, as if he were holding something in his lap. “Your mom texted; said you were going to be dropping by. Luckily, I’d left the office and was out running an errand, figured it wouldn’t hurt to say hello, after all, it’s been a minute since we last saw each other.” The phone clattered onto the table and his other hand rose to show her exactly what he was holding, the item sucking all the air out of the room. Elliot had a gun. Daisy would not know the make and model, nor how to handle it, but Elliot certainly seemed to. It was a Glock 17, and while he had the safety on it made it no less dangerous. It was also madness. What in the world was he thinking to do such a thing, but then he illuminated her on what his plan happened to be. “Did you know in this state we have a stand your ground law? Do you even know what a castle doctrine means? It means that if I have an intruder in my house that I have every right to act with deadly force. By the very nature of someone breaking in, I can reasonably assume my life might be in danger and act accordingly. I have no duty to retreat. Which would be sad, truly, that all I did was see the message on my lock screen and never read it. Such a shame I had no idea you were going to let yourself in, or who was downstairs…can you imagine how upset I would be?” That look in his eyes was soon joined by his lips, a sneer painting itself across his mouth as he continued. “I think I’ve been hurt. You know I waited for you to get in touch, thought you would. But you never did. Instead, you went behind my back, pushed your mom, tried to convince her that I just was not what she needed in life. But something we’re about to settle, something we’re about to fucking understand, is that you do not make decisions for her. I do.” The gun hand gestured, a small wiggle of the barrel as he narrowed his eyes at her. “Sit the fuck down.”​

 

[reverie.]

daisy williams. ᴡ ʜ ᴀ ᴛ  ʏ ᴏ ᴜ  ᴀ ʟ ʟ ᴏ ᴡ  ɪ ꜱ  ᴡ ʜ ᴀ ᴛ  ᴡ ɪ ʟ ʟ  ᴄ ᴏ ɴ ᴛ ɪ ɴ ᴜ ᴇ .​ ⊹  ₊  ✦  ₊  ⊹​ Daisy realized the moment he shook his phone and opened his mouth that she had underestimated his influence on her mom. Why would she even feel the need to text him that she was coming over when he originally wouldn't be home anyway? Unless. . . unless she told him everything. Daisy's stomach turned at the thought. Exactly how much had her mom told him? She was still trying to process what was happening. The last thing she had expected was for him to be home, let alone be confronted by him. The fact that he'd been waiting for her only made it more terrifying. Daisy tried to convince herself she wasn't scared of him, but she was. She just prayed it didn't show. But when he pulled out a gun from under the table, whatever fear she'd been trying to hide rushed to the surface. Her eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat as she studied the gun—it was definitely real. He wasn't going to shoot her, was he? But the words he spoke made her question everything. Was he accusing her of breaking in? Because she'd done no such thing. Besides, if he hadn't rushed home to meet her, he wouldn't even know she was there. He wouldn't know there was a potential intruder in his house. And he sure as hell wouldn't need to use the gun. "I didn't break in," she said quietly, afraid her voice would break if she spoke any louder. His next few words though, sent a shockwave of anger through her body. He was hurt? She blinked at him, trying to make sense of his words. He had waited for her to get in touch—to say what? Was he waiting for an apology? Or even worse, a thank you? Daisy would give him neither of those things. Not in this lifetime. "I—" she began, but quickly shut her mouth again. He just confirmed that her mom must have shared Daisy's concerns with him, because what he accused her of was exactly what she had done. No amount of excuses could change that. Daisy's expression turned sour, fear still raging within her. She did not like the idea of him making decisions for her mom. "I don't think—okay." He didn't need to tell her to sit down twice, not when he had a gun. With her eyes glued on it, she slowly made her way to the dining table. Pulling out the chair opposite him, she sat her ass down, grateful she'd chosen to wear pants today. She didn't make herself comfortable, because if she had to make a run for it—she would. "Please, put the gun away," she said calmly, not taking her eyes off it. She was well aware that she was in no position to make demands. If he shot her, she wouldn't even see it coming. She wouldn't have time to dodge the bullet. God knew if she would even survive it. "Mom will be here any minute," she lied. Daisy could only hope her mom hadn't had a chance to send him the same text she sent her moments before, stating she was running late. "If she sees you pointing a gun at me. . ." Hopefully, Elliot was smart enough to piece together the rest of her sentence. He might have her mom wrapped around his finger now, but if she found out what he'd done—what he was doing—chances were she would leave him in a heartbeat. And then they would both be gone, and he would have to find another hole to stick his dick into.​

 

[Father Figure]

elliot winters. ɪ ' ʟ ʟ  ᴅ ᴏ  ᴛ ʜ ɪ ɴ ɢ ꜱ  ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ' ʟ ʟ  ɴ ᴇ ᴠ ᴇ ʀ  ꜰ ᴏ ʀ ɢ ᴇ ᴛ .​ ⊹  ₊  ✦  ₊  ⊹​ “You’re a bad liar, Daisy.” The way he looked at her would make anyone feel like a bug. Elliot snorted, a derisive sound somewhere between a laugh and a sigh. The sheer audacity of the man, the way one eyebrow rose as he gazed at her, it ignored everything she said as if it were meaningless. Every move he made, from the tilt of his head to the lilting of his voice oozed with absolute mockery that she would even attempt to pull the wool over his eyes. The older man knew he had the complete upper hand, and it twisted the scenario into something far more dangerous than just being threatened by him. There was a plan in these actions, a sick manipulation that put the entire moment into perspective. Elliot had been waiting for a time when he could get her alone again, not just alone, but completely under his power. This was someone who intended things to go badly, someone who had made sure to checklist every step necessary in the commission of a criminal act. There was nothing that Daisy could do to stop what was happening, she could only hope to survive. Elliot meant to make her suffer. The gun did not waver as he responded to all that she had said. “You can think what you want, feel what you want, but it is not going to change a damned thing. You have to ask yourself some simple questions right at this moment. Questions like – how do I get out of here? How far will he go? And will anybody fucking find me if I disappear?” The last sentence had such a dangerous note to it, as if Elliot had put quite a bit of thought into the idea of kidnapping Daisy. Slowly Elliot stood, rounding the table to approach her, his gun hand kept steady as he made the movement, knowing she could recoil in fear, or worse yet, try to take it from him, and his voice was more than capable of continuing that low intensity even while threatening her very life. “You know, there are so many things I wanted to do once you let me touch you, but you became afraid. You hated me for what happened, even though you had asked for it. Even though you brought it on yourself. Maybe it was fear, or maybe you didn’t expect it to hurt, but you still wanted it.” A snarl came to his lips as his hand came out, touching her face with a small little motion that was near a caress. His voice grew deeper as his heart began hammering in his chest. “You were willing to fuck over your Mother, and now you’re trying to protect her. But it isn’t about her, you don’t really care about her. All you care about is how you got slighted.” The gun came forward, pressing against Daisy’s temple, and Elliot’s next words were spine chilling. “Unzip my pants, pull my cock free, and suck me off. And if you for one fucking instant let me down, if I think you aren’t doing your damndest to get me off, then I promise you…” His lips mouthed the words “bang.” Nothing left to the imagination as they both understood what he meant. ​

 

[reverie.]

daisy williams. ᴡ ʜ ᴀ ᴛ  ʏ ᴏ ᴜ  ᴀ ʟ ʟ ᴏ ᴡ  ɪ ꜱ  ᴡ ʜ ᴀ ᴛ  ᴡ ɪ ʟ ʟ  ᴄ ᴏ ɴ ᴛ ɪ ɴ ᴜ ᴇ .​ ⊹  ₊  ✦  ₊  ⊹​ Daisy could only pray that her mom wasn't that late. If Elliot was planning to kidnap her, no one could stop him—not even Daisy. She could try to run, yes, but she wouldn't make it far. And that was if he didn't have a gun. Now, she probably wouldn't make it out of her chair before he shot her. She wasn't actually afraid he'd kill her, and that was perhaps what scared her the most. Because if he wasn't going to kill her, what was the gun for? To scare the living shit out of her? To make her comply? To prevent her from running? Whatever it was, it was definitely working. When he got to his feet, she wanted to get up too, but her body wouldn't let her. She was too afraid of getting a bullet through her leg or shoulder—or head—to even try to make a move. So Daisy remained seated, her eyes watching his every move. "I didn't ask for it," she corrected him, her voice low but somewhat confident. She had not asked him to fuck her in the ass. She had not asked for the sleepless nights or endless dreams that followed. She may have wanted his attention, but he had given her so much more. She flinched at his touch, half afraid he'd hurt her. "I don't hate you," she whispered. It was a big fucking lie, and they both knew it. But she wasn't about to admit that to his face, not when he had the power to end her life—or make her suffer instead. Perhaps a bullet to the head would be a blessing. Daisy hadn't expected him to fuck her ass—or at all, really. And she sure as hell hadn't expected it to hurt as much as it did. Her ass had been sore for weeks after, but it was the fucked up dreams—the good and the bad—that kept reminding her of the incident. What he was accusing her of was wrong. Yes, she hadn't really cared much about her mom in the past, but that didn't mean she wanted her to be with an asshole like himself. Her mom deserved better. "That's not—" The cold metal he pressed against her temple shut her up. Fear radiated from her eyes once again and she looked up at him, pleading. "Please." His next words made her blood run cold and her stomach turn. And his inaudible 'bang' certainly didn't help either. With trembling hands she reached for his pants, unzipping them as he'd ordered her to. She could feel his growing erection through the fabric, and even though she hadn't seen his cock in over a month—unless you counted all the times she'd seen it in her dreams—she knew it was too big for her. For her ass, for her pussy, and most certainly for her little mouth. If he couldn't see that his cock was too big for her mouth, he was living in a fantasy. "Please don't make me do this," she pleaded quietly, her eyes never leaving the front of his pants as she pulled his massive dick free. Even if she had wanted to suck him off—which she didn't—there was no guarantee that she would be able to make him cum. Her fingers wrapped around his cock, afraid to leave it alone even for a second. She started moving her hand a little but made no move to suck it. "You don't have to do this," she muttered, feeling the panic rising. "I forgive you." She didn't, but at this point, she was willing to say anything to make him stop this. Perhaps he'd change his mind about it all if he thought she wouldn't cause more trouble, but there was still no way she was going to let her mom be with him. If only her mom would come home, so she could see for herself what a monster he truly was. Back in December, Daisy had prayed her mom wouldn't interrupt them; now she prayed she would.​

 

[Father Figure]

elliot winters. ɪ ' ʟ ʟ  ᴅ ᴏ  ᴛ ʜ ɪ ɴ ɢ ꜱ  ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ' ʟ ʟ  ɴ ᴇ ᴠ ᴇ ʀ  ꜰ ᴏ ʀ ɢ ᴇ ᴛ .​ ⊹  ₊  ✦  ₊  ⊹​ For a moment there was simple silence in the room as Daisy began to stroke that semi-hard flesh, feeling it grow to fullness in her palm. And not necessarily because of her touch. No, it was the begging that did it for him. The shaking hands that unzipped his pants, the trembling breath that left her lips as she pleaded with him to stop. The older man had certainly not realized how much he enjoyed such an entertaining show until this very moment. Oh, he had obsessed over Daisy after she had so blatantly offered herself to him, and he had fantasized numerous times as to the sounds of suffering that had left her throat when he had ridden her, but the truth was like most people he had projected onto her the thoughts that she had enjoyed what occurred just as much as he had. That she might come running back for more. Yet that desire had festered, had grown into something darker, had pushed him to recognize sickening aspects of his psyche that there was no place for in the modern world. And now this, stop? What a farcical dream Daisy was living. There could be no end to this now, not when he had threatened her very life. If he was going to go to jail for what he did today, then he was at the very least going to abuse this poor little bitch. Elliot’s free hand came round to take hold of Daisy’s hair, giving it a hard vicious jerk so that it tilted her head up and he could look into her perfect lovely eyes. His own were dark, darker than midnight itself, something unfathomable roiling inside of them. The kind of eyes that belonged to a madman. The kind of eyes which were the last someone ever saw. His voice held that slick mixture of desire and cruelty, a mingling that bordered on delicious and demented all at once. “You forgive me? I did not ask you for your fucking forgiveness, now did I? I don’t need that, I don’t need anything out of you, but you to be a hole. You think you could at least get that right? Huh?” It was more than likely a good thing that Daisy’s mother was not coming home like she so desperately wished. It would spiral out of control too fast, leading to something ugly. Not that this did not qualify. The way he looked down at her, as if she belonged there before him, as if this were the way things should have been all along, was frightening. And his cock, how achingly hard it seemed, as if the amount of arousal were practically painful to the man. Stretched to the brink, so thick he seemed near exploding. And it was that cock which Daisy found herself in the unenviable position of being forced to suck. Soon her words were cut off, Elliot forcing her head down so that he could press past her resistance and push the bulbous tip against her tongue. The salty taste of precum was slick on her taste buds as Elliot gave a slow approving sigh. And then, then the true horror began. Elliot smiled as he pulled back, his gaze glittering as he gave her head a hard shake, before lowering the muzzle of the gun and pressing the brunt of it against her mouth. “All right, Daisy, you don’t have to do this. If my cock’s too big, then you can just do your goddamn best on this. Go on, deep throat it for me.” ​

 

[reverie.]

daisy williams. ᴡ ʜ ᴀ ᴛ  ʏ ᴏ ᴜ  ᴀ ʟ ʟ ᴏ ᴡ  ɪ ꜱ  ᴡ ʜ ᴀ ᴛ  ᴡ ɪ ʟ ʟ  ᴄ ᴏ ɴ ᴛ ɪ ɴ ᴜ ᴇ .​ ⊹  ₊  ✦  ₊  ⊹​ Fear-filled eyes looked up at him when he yanked her head back by her dark locks. He may not be a murderer—yet—but she looked at him as if he was. That was how terrified she looked. Her slender fingers were wrapped around his massive, rock-hard cock, stroking slowly as she listened to his words. She didn't like the sound of his words. He wanted her to be a hole? What exactly did that mean? Did he want her to be available to him twenty-four-seven? Did he expect her to give him access to all of her. . . holes whenever he wanted to fuck them? Because that was not going to happen—not if she could help it, at least. Daisy had already burned herself once when she didn't stop him from destroying her ass on Christmas Eve, but she was not planning on making the same mistake twice. But it seemed it was not up to her to decide. A startled cry escaped her lips when he pushed her head towards him, forcing the tip of his cock into her warm, wet mouth. His head was so big it hurt her jaw to stay open for him, and there was simply no way she could take a lot more. She could taste his salty precum on her tongue as it tried to avoid him. Her free hand instantly found his thigh and she attempted to push him away. He was way too big for her. Luckily for her—or perhaps not—he pulled back soon after, but her relief was short-lived. Nothing could compare her to what happened next. And to be honest, she'd actually prefer his cock at this point. His cock couldn't kill her—at least not on its own—but his gun definitely could. Daisy froze when Elliot pressed the gun to her lips, a new wave of fear washing over her. If his finger so much as twitched, she'd be dead. And she was not ready to die—not like this. Looking up at him through her long eyelashes, she silently pleaded for him to drop it. To stop all of this. The gun wasn't nearly as big as his cock; she would have no problem fitting it in her mouth, but that didn't mean she wanted to. After what felt like half an eternity, the poor girl eventually realized that she had no other choice but to obey his command. He wanted her to deep-throat his gun, so that was what she would do. Perhaps her mom would be home by the time she was done, so he didn't have a chance to give her another life-threatening task. Slowly, she opened her mouth to welcome the gun. She wrapped her lips around it, well aware that she'd be dead within a heartbeat should he decide to pull the trigger. Pushing her head forward, she forced the barrel into her mouth, the cold metal removing any remains of precum on her tongue. This was surreal—fucking bizarre. It wasn't like she tried to put on a show, but she sucked on the barrel of the gun as if it was his cock, bobbing her head back and forth, ignoring the foul taste and the fact that it could kill her. She let fill her mouth until she could feel it against the back of her throat. All the while she prayed he wouldn't pull the trigger. Fuck trying to convince her mom he was a monster. If he kept this up, she'd see it for her-fucking-self. All Daisy had to do was play along until she came home. And that was exactly what she decided to do.​

 

[Father Figure]

elliot winters. ɪ ' ʟ ʟ  ᴅ ᴏ  ᴛ ʜ ɪ ɴ ɢ ꜱ  ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ' ʟ ʟ  ɴ ᴇ ᴠ ᴇ ʀ  ꜰ ᴏ ʀ ɢ ᴇ ᴛ .​ ⊹  ₊  ✦  ₊  ⊹​ The older man could not determine which he found more arousing, the sensation of Daisy having suckled on his thick shaft, or the act of making her perform fellatio on the muzzle of his gun. His assertion that he had nothing to worry about when it came to the impact of his actions, or the consequences he might have to face, had no basis in reality, yet it was also not bravado. There was a confidence that radiated from him, as if he were beyond such simple minded concerns of the legality of his deeds and the potential loss of not just his reputation, but of his freedom. The young woman before him could play along to her heart’s content, but it would not alleviate the horror that Elliot intended to inflict upon her. In truth her behavior only fanned the flames of his obsession, seeing exactly what he had been missing in life. In her naivete she had enabled some default setting in the man’s psyche, one that found a sick enjoyment in causing Daisy to suffer by his actions. If she had looked up at that moment, she would have seen the blissful smile that touched his face, as if her actions brought him not just a measured satisfaction but an actual state of euphoria. No, this was far more akin to drug addiction than anything sexual. Elliot’s hand suddenly took the back of her head, treating her as if she were a hole made for use, and he began to push the gun into her throat just as if she were providing oral directly to him. Not surprising, after all, considering they said most men used guns to compensate for their phallus. The cool metal was no longer cold, warming up despite Daisy’s dislike of the act of suckling upon it, and it pushed past her resistance so that he could force her to gag upon it. He held her there, keeping hold with a cruel brutishness that showed her no reprieve, and it was only when the muffled whimpers turned to frantic suffering that he let her take a minute to find her bearings. All the while his own actual prick bobbed with certitude, unrelenting in arousal, every so often a bead of precum dripping uncaringly to the floor. This was a man gone mad, and it showed. After all, Daisy’s throat was not the only part of her that could be penetrated. Swiftly he jerked her up out of her seat, slamming Daisy against the tabletop with a hand placed flat on her back, a dizzying display of strength as the breath was slammed out of her. Quickly his other hand pressed between her shoulder blades, the cruel bite of metal as the handle of his gun dug against her as he braced to keep her from going anywhere. And what was Elliot’s end goal? The young woman learned soon enough as her pants, and panties, were summarily jerked down to bare her ass, a vicious motion that was uncaring of how it might have hurt for him not to have eased the action by unbuttoning her clothing. No, this was a man who would have what he chose from her, and what Elliot seemed to remember from their night together was simply how good her amazing ass happened to be. Rough fingers spread her open, splaying her, so he could examine those perfect little entrances, and he groaned at the thought of taking her. But not before, he taunted her with the implications of what he was willing to do. And at last, the proverbial shoe dropped as he terrifyingly traced the muzzle down her back, coming to rest along the edge of her crack. His other hand swiftly moved to grip the back of her head, pressing her face hard against the wood beneath as the pistol continues to traverse. Down beneath, the tip pressing along her holes. At any moment he could shove, or fire, and his voice grew hard as he spoke. “Do you want to beg? Do you want to be fucked? I bet you’re fucking wet, I bet this would slide in with ease…should we try?” ​

 

[reverie.]

daisy williams. ᴡ ʜ ᴀ ᴛ  ʏ ᴏ ᴜ  ᴀ ʟ ʟ ᴏ ᴡ  ɪ ꜱ  ᴡ ʜ ᴀ ᴛ  ᴡ ɪ ʟ ʟ  ᴄ ᴏ ɴ ᴛ ɪ ɴ ᴜ ᴇ .​ ⊹  ₊  ✦  ₊  ⊹​ Daisy thought she could play along, but she couldn't. The moment he grabbed the back of her head and pushed the gun further down her throat, she gagged. She didn't want to—God knew she tried not to—but there was no way to prevent it. Her muscles clenched around the hard metal, hurting her throat more than any cock would have, and her eyes watered from the sensation. And to her utter terror, it didn't stop there. Not only did Elliot push the muzzle past her resistance, but he fucking kept it there. Desperately she tried to pull her head back, only to find her head locked in place. Panic surged through her body like gasoline on fire and her fingers clawed at his forearm. "Nnghh!" she pleaded. It was impossible to make out what she was trying to say, but 'Stop' was the only logical guess. Not that she'd expected him to stop even if he'd heard her loud and clear. She didn't know if it was the gun or the panic that prevented her from breathing, but Daisy was suffocating. Her face had to be turning red—if not from the lack of air then from the crying she had tried to hold back—and if he didn't pull that gun out of her mouth soon, chances were she'd black out. After what seemed like forever, he eventually let her throat get a break. The young woman gasped for air as she blinked away tears and white clouds from her vision. Her throat was sore and it hurt to swallow. At least he hadn't pulled the trigger. All she wanted was to regain her strength, her focus, but he allowed her no such thing. What happened next happened so fast that she didn't know what was happening before she found herself slammed against the table. So much for getting her breath back. Once again she found herself gasping for air, only this time it was harder to breathe because he had her pressed into the wood. She tried to get up, but Daisy was no match for him. He was a fucking God. A new wave of panic washed over her when she felt the gun between her shoulder blades, the tip sliding down her spine. Perhaps blacking out wouldn't have been so bad after all. She was proven right when he pulled down her jeans and her panties as if it were nothing. The fabric scraped against her skin, leaving red marks. But he'd seen her ass before—that wasn't what frightened her. Yet, it didn't keep her from fighting him. Daisy struggled to get up, but with his hand on her back and his body behind hers, she wasn't getting anywhere. "Elliot, stop!" she bellowed as soon as he started spreading her cheeks. Her fingers wrapped around the edge of the table, using it as leverage to try to pull herself up. It didn't surprise her when she failed. The thought of him easing his cock into her again, stretching her beyond repair was enough to make her body tremble. She might have dreamed about him fucking her several times—sometimes it was good—but Daisy knew this wasn't a dream. This was real, and if he so much as shoved his head into her, she knew the pain would be unbearable. "Don't do this!" she begged, tears streaming down her cheeks and onto the table. "Please!" Then Elliot did something that made her body freeze for a moment, before going into full panic mode. He pressed her face down, her cheek flushed against the wood, but that wasn't the part that had her thrashing. She tried to cover her holes with her hands, but in this position, her hands didn't reach that far. "No!" Pure fear filled the living room. "Don't! Please, stop!" she begged. She'd been terrified of his cock stretching her, but a gun? She would not let him fuck her with a gun. "You can't! It won't! Please!" Daisy didn't know whether or not she was wet—maybe she was. That didn't mean she wanted this though. Hell no. "I said no!" she screamed as if that settled it. If only they'd have neighbors nearby, maybe someone could have come to her rescue. Daisy did not want him to try. She wanted him to put the gun away and leave her be. Something was terribly wrong with him. "You're sick!" she cried as she continued to thrash under his weight, trying to get herself up from the table. There was a stain of tears under her cheek. "You need help!" Daisy may not have liked her mom's previous boyfriends, but at least they hadn't been monsters. ​