Your nen was useful for capturing your targets for the fact that your nen acted like an ambrosia paired with an emotional blocker. You almost whimpered at the dark look in his eyes, knowing just how much your small nen attack was affecting him and his judgment.
CRUEL BDSM TUMBLR SKIN
Your struggling began to tear at the skin on your wrists and small trickles of blood trailed down your arm, his gaze following the red streaks. His eyes continued to dig into you as you tried to pull your wrists free from the ropes or find a way to untie them so you could escape. He was not with the rest of his group and it was just him, so perhaps you had a chance to escape from the male. However, you were not warned or even told just how strong and dangerous this man was and he easily overpowered you and now you were in this situation, struggling like a butterfly in a spiderweb. You had been employed by some mob boss to track and capture or kill the infamous thief Chrollo Lucilfer. You were a hunter, but this man had done something to suppress your nen after your first attack, which you now regret. Ropes wound around your knees and held them up and apart, leaving you quite truly defenseless under the cold gaze of the male who stood watching you struggle with a blank expression. The tight ropes bit into your skin, holding your arms above you at a near painful angle, keeping you off the ground. ALSO, that means this is an 18+ fic, if you are not mature enough to read, please run along. This is forced, I do not endorse or support forced intimacy and wish you all keep in mind that this is a FIC, not a suggestion for life. This is a BDSM fic, so ropes, potentially chains if I feel like it, ball gag, dirty talk, aggressive sex and I believe that’s it… I might add a few more as I go.
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