The Midnight Hour (MF, 2nd person, rape, kidnap, fiction)

“Up,” whispers an unfamiliar voice, followed by a light slap to your cheek. Your hazy eyes drift open, a pair of bright green eyes inches from your face.

You let out a sharp gasp, which hits against the stranger’s face. He smiles sinisterly, teeth unnaturally white. “Glad to see you have joined me.”

His voice is deep and gravelly, like walking down a stone path in a rainstorm.

It takes a moment for your senses to come back, and you suck in a deep breath. It’s almost as if he can read your mind because as you’re about to scream, he shoves a gag in your mouth.

“None of that, darling,” he purrs, and fear flashes across your eyes. You take a quick moment to assess your surrounding.

A quick tug of your arms reveals that you are bound, like a starfish, with each limb attached to dark stained bed posts. The bed has red velvet sheets. And you’re stripped down to your underwear, you notice, as a chill crosses your exposed skin.