victor found himself waking up to complete darkness. his body was a bit stiff - he was restrained. he sleepily tugged at the restraints for a moment, realizing he must have been strapped to a chair.

his heart began to pound. he felt the blindfold on his head, now.

"did you sleep well?" an unfamiliar voice asked. the room had a bit of an echo. he had no clue where he was.

he didn't know whether he should say anything, what he should say. he sat there, frozen in complete silence.

"i asked you a question," the voice said, with just a bit more firmness.

"i-i-" his breath hitched. no matter how he was pressured, giving a genuine answer to that question, treating it like something that made sense for them to ask him in this situation, felt so unnatural.

he swallowed. to be honest, he didn't feel quite as groggy as he might have expected, but he certainly was not going to tell his kidnapper that he actually slept well.

"are you feeling shy, victor?"

the sound of his name coming from this stranger made his blood run cold.

he felt that he needed to respond somehow, now. "i couldn't possibly sleep well strapped to a chair like this," he said.

his captor chuckled to themself quietly in apparent amusement. "of course," they simply replied. "even if it is quite a comfortable chair."

now that they mentioned it, he supposed they were right, as much as he didn't want to admit it. after all, it didn't matter how comfortable or uncomfortable it was - he was still trapped there.

"what exactly are you going to do with me?" he asked, his voice still quiet, still uncertain if he should even be asking such a thing, or if it even mattered.

"you'd rather not know that," they answered.

it was odd, the way they said that, so simply, so softly. as if it wasn't ominous or threatening at all. it gave him chills.

he heard them step closer, their shoes clicking on the floor, clicking, clicking, until they were behind him, right behind the chair. his body was still, holding his breath in anticipation.

their gloved fingers brushed along his arm, lightly touching the skin. it was such a strangely intimate kind of touch, and yet very restrained for a kidnapper who had him completely at their mercy.

"how does this feel?" they asked, in a slow, dreamy sort of voice.

his breath was uneven, his body trembling. he didn't understand what they were doing. were they just playing with him?

a tingling sensation crawled down his spine. if they just wanted to make him squirm, they were certainly succeeding.

"i asked you how it feels," they said, their voice still strangely sweet. "how does this feel, victor?"

the more they asked, the more intense it became, the more those uncomfortably pleasurable sensations creeped through him. it was so strangely seductive. so sensual.

he couldn't tell them such a thing. "it feels odd," he said breathlessly. "i don't understand why... you could... you could do anything to me, and yet..."

they continued to stroke his arm, placing their other hand on the back of his neck. the gentle touches on such a sensitive and vulnerable part of him made him shudder.

"that feels nice, doesn't it?" they cooed.

his face was burning. they were hardly doing anything, they certainly could have been much more invasive, and yet, their soft voice and careful touches felt all the more overpowering and possessive than anything else he could have imagined.

"it feels nice to shudder like that... you love that anticipation and building tension, don't you?"

it was as if the words themselves were intrusive, pushing and worming their way into him, touching and caressing him while he was trapped there and unable to escape them.

"what exactly are you doing to me?" he asked, his voice a bit louder now, though noticeably shakier than before.

"you don't need to know that, victor."

he shouldn't have shuddered and twitched at such an answer. he shouldn't have asked in the first place. they weren't doing anything except touching his arm and neck, and murmuring to him. they were messing with him, they were playing with him. they only wanted to make him squirm. they were getting some kind of sick pleasure from this.

but would someone really go through all of the trouble of kidnapping and restraining him, only to do this? surely this was going to escalate. judging by those loving caresses, surely they... wanted his body.

did they just want him to be physically aroused before doing anything?

the hand that had been petting his arm moved to his face, caressing his cheek, fingers gently rubbing along his lips.

he couldn't resist the waves of pleasure slowly dragging down his body, drowning him, no matter how he tried. as uncomfortable as it was, he couldn't escape it. he couldn't stop them. and their touches were just so... deliberate. this wasn't someone just groping at him purely for their own entertainment. they knew what he was sensitive to. what his body responded to.

their mouth was near his ear now. "i'll tell you a little secret," they murmured. "i've already done something to you."

he wanted to ask what it was, but he didn't want to open his mouth while their fingers were touching his lips.

"you want to know what it is, don't you? just nod your head for me."

it was humiliating to do something like that when they told him to, and yet, he did.

"very good," they cooed. "so obedient... so well-behaved."

a moan threatened to escape his throat. he tried to tell himself that it was more of a whimper of pure helplessness, but he couldn't deny the heat inside of him.

nor could he complain or protest, in his position.

"pay attention, alright?" they were whispering directly into his ear now. he could feel every breath. "be a good boy for me."

his mouth opened, his tongue falling out, allowing them to stick their fingers in, even licking them and sucking on them, completely automatically. as if his body was acting on its own.

"that's it... you were trained to do this, victor..."

he couldn't stop it. he moaned, unable to even hold that back anymore. it felt unbelievably pleasurable, overpowering.

"very good. now stop."

just like that, he stopped, allowing them to pull their fingers out, and closing his mouth.

"how did that feel?" they asked. they were no longer speaking right into his ear, but they were still close. their tone was more affectionate and condescending now.

there weren't words. he hadn't remembered being trained to do such a thing, but it was so automatic, it had to have been true. it was no wonder they were being so familiar with him, so calm. it was no wonder they were just playing with him. he had already been theirs, hadn't he? before he had even woken up here. before he had even been aware of it.

he wondered if, when they were training him, they had really only used their fingers.

"i asked you how it felt, victor. you know that you're supposed to answer, don't you?"

"it-it felt good," he said without thinking, his mind scrambling for the first response it could come up with. he could hardly believe what had come out of his own mouth.

"that's right," they cooed, and suddenly the embarrassment began to fade. "it felt so good... you wanted more... didn't you? didn't you?"

they were talking to him as if he was a dog, and yet, he was enjoying it, responding to it as if this is what he wanted all along.

"i want more," he said blankly.

a part of him wondered how on earth he was giving in so easily. he would have thought the kidnapper could take everything but his dignity - and yet, his dignity seemed like the first thing to leave.

but they had gotten into his head. it was already too late. it wasn't enough for them to simply have his body. they had taken control of his mind, too. they had made him want it.

the restraints weren't even necessary. the blindfold wasn't necessary. it had been nothing but a game. he couldn't remember anything, but he had the sense that he had been here with them for a long, long time.

after all, even in his confusion earlier, even as nervous as he felt, not knowing what was going on, or where he was, he had never once thought of how to escape, had he? the possibility of leaving or being let go had never even crossed his mind, not even as a desperate plea.

and now, as they pushed their fingers back in, cooing at him, petting his head, he understood why.

"you don't need to know," they murmured again. "you don't need to know anything right now, victor."

it was such a wonderful, soothing phrase. it made his body pulse and throb with pure pleasure. and with his body restrained, his eyes covered, and his mind quieted, there was truly nothing but their fingers and their voice.