Status Updates From Captive (Captive #1)

I worked hard to appear bored. I didn’t want him to know it was a tempting thought. Nixon, in all his fucked-up ways, had mastered the art of dominant fucking. He made it like I needed it to breathe.

“This is your fault,” I found myself saying, stubbornly.

“Is it?” he replied, inertly.

“You let me throw my fits.”

“Do I?”

I glowered, turning to look up at him. “You do.”

I flung the lamp against the window and watched it crash into a hundred little pieces.

The window didn’t even crack.

“Like I said the last time you did this, the windows are bullet proof, baby,” Nixon explained.

“You ever care that you’re killing people, Nixon? People with feelings and souls. Fucking human beings!”

“You make it sound like I’m murdering little fucking elves at the North Pole.”

“But you would, wouldn’t you?”

He shrugged, half-heartedly. “If it paid well. If it put dresses on you like the one you just threw on the ground, sure. Pick it up, baby, and put it on.”

“You just finished a job. Who’d you fucking kill this time? Some cartel king in South America?”

“No, baby,” he let out a patient breath. “The cartel king I was after was here in North America.”

He fucked me again, harder this time, trying to touch my soul in the process. But I never relented.

My soul belonged to me.

The wall I’d built since he locked me in this place never wavered. I fortified that motherfucker so he could never have it.

“I’m not letting you go.” He moved his finger inside me now, pumping me slowly, building the sparks up again. “You belong with me, Vix. I caught you. I killed for you. You’re mine.”

He said it so casually. Like it wasn’t my fucking life in the palm of his hand that he was slowly squeezing the soul out of.

And Nixon… Nixon knew every inch of my body. Knew what made me tick. What made me scream. What made me beg. He played me like a fiddle. And I hated him. I hated him.

My body betrayed me as my thighs squeezed around his hand, begging for more. He laughed deep in his chest. The show was over. He knew I was awake. I hated him. I hated him. I hated him.

Jan 11, 2026
First re-read. Let’s go!

i’ve lost any and all interest…