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The hair took forever and I should have been sleeping instead of doing this, but anyway! The second merfolk suggestion is done!
Another Day 1
Warnings: dub-con/non-con, age gap, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, emotional abuse, physical abuse, possibly other triggering events.
Characters: dark!Steve Rogers.
Summary: Be careful what you wish for, one day it could come true. And that might just be your savior in disguise, all it takes is a little bit of persuasion.
Interact on your own accord. You have been warned.
Any reblog, comment, feedback is well received and appreciated! Enjoy <3
Another week, another day, another hour. Every single time the same.
It’s like a torturous cycle that’s never ending. Like the universe is playing a cruel joke on you and you’re waiting for someone, anyone to come out with cameras and tell you that you’re on a reality TV show and this was just an experiment.
Or at least wishing that you were like the main character from The Truman Show and one day you would find a way out. But what a surprise. Life isn’t that simple.
You let out a sigh as you throw your head back, leaning in the hard chair at your dull job. You look up at the grey painted ceiling, forgetting about the cheap lightbulb that was ironically placed above you in the exact same spot you are seated in as the awful light shines on your face.
You immediately squint your eyes, reverting your gaze away from the light, regretting that you ever made the decision to look up, getting even more frustrated with the situation you found yourself in.
You swear internally as you get up from the chair while closing the laptop, yet another cheap object provided by your employer. Your job working at a sales agency never was much of an interest honestly but as long as you can afford your rent and groceries you could never complain that much.
As you went to take your coat, you look over at your coworker with a defeated smile on your face.
“Gonna go out for a bit, I need a break… Let me know if you need any help.”
He barely gives a nod in return, not even sparing a glance in your way, clearly his full attention being on whatever he was doing on his laptop.
You pay no mind to it though, already used to people not giving you much thought. You make your way toward the exit of the rather small and depressing building, grateful that you were placed on the ground floor instead of the third or fourth floor, obviously no elevator in sight.
Only stairs. A lot of them.
Your whole body shivers as you make contact with the cold weather, which probably was like three or four degrees outside. Your coat not doing much either as you look at the fog that was forming at every breath you took.
You wrap your arms around yourself in hope of making the cold more bearable as you look around, at nothing in particular, just observing people walking by, kids playing in the snow and couples holding hands.
It brought a smile to your face as you enjoy the crowded street, losing yourself in the noise and the nostalgic feeling it gives you. Remembering the old days where you were walking with your mom, just talking and laughing, without a care in the whole world.
Yet the bittersweet moment doesn't last for long as you are rudely awakened from your daydream. You feel a body crashing into yours. You quickly look up, startled by the sudden interaction. A man with blonde hair and blue eyes, obviously taller than you.
He looks down at you with an apologetic expression, giving you a sympathetic smile.
“So sorry sweetheart, in this crowd it’s too hard to see much of anything.” he gives a small chuckle.
You stare at him dumbfounded. He tilts his head as he waits patiently for your response, unfortunately you realize only after a few seconds what has happened. You straighten yourself.
“S-sorry, sir, I didn't mean to be rude,” you shake your head in embarrassment.
“And no, no problem at all!” You quickly add, cursing at how your voice went up a pitch.
He gives a small hum in return, still smiling, seeming as if he’s pleased with your reply.
“In this case, if you don’t mind me asking,” he looks around.
“I seem to be a bit lost, do you perhaps know where I can find Elite Sales?”
Your eyes go wide as you hear him call out the name of the company you work for, but quickly regain yourself. Of course he wouldn’t know where to find it. The goddamn company didn’t even think to at least put up a poster with the half assed, original name as they call it, on the damn building.
“Good thing you found me then,” you gave the man a smile.
“I work for the company, I can help you with whatever you’re looking to buy.” you say trying to be as polite as possible as you instinctively go into the customer service voice.
“Here is our, er, building.”
He took his time studying the building in question as you patiently wait for him to make a move. You watch him with curious eyes, they can't help but wander as you study every single detail. The way he's dressed… long heavy coat, turtleneck sweater which fits his upper body perfectly, showing how well built he is, classic straight slim suit pants and classic leather shoes which on their own probably cost more than what you make in a single month.
‘’I don’t mind the staring sweetheart… but I’m kind of in a hurry.’’
You snap back to reality as you realize how he probably saw you staring at him like an idiot. You feel so stupid and embarrassed, you don't even say anything back. You make your way inside the building, dreading the work that awaits you. Occasionally stealing glances at the man, making sure he is still following behind you. You see your only coworker present in the room, being as busy as ever, still not acknowledging you nor the customer.
‘’Right then, if you could kindly explain to me what exactly you’re looking for?’’ you say as you take a pen and notebook from your desk.
He lets out a sigh as he folds his arms ‘’Not entirely sure…’’
Your eye twitches just the tiniest bit. Not the first time you have to deal with customers like him.
‘’Sir, I can’t help you if you don’t give me at least an idea.’’ you say as your patience is starting to wear thin.
‘’Alright, alright,’’ he chuckles.
You give him a frown as you don’t find any of this funny, but he just brushes you off as he continues.
‘’Tell me sweetheart, how are your safety locks?’’ he looks at you with a serious expression.
You were taken aback by his sudden mood change. You blink a couple of times until finally, you reply.
‘’…Could you please elaborate?’’
He shifts to lean against the wall, in a more relaxed position.
‘’Let’s say, for example, I put all of my most prized possessions in a room. I need something to keep it safe, locked.’’ he says, not once breaking eye contact.
‘’Not just any lock.’’
You think for a moment, taking in his words. You hesitantly nod your head yes while you write the information down in your notebook.
‘’Alright sir, I’ll see what I can find.’’ you say as you finish writing the last word ‘’Can I help you with anything else?’’
The man gives you a smile as he moves away from the wall, now standing fully straight ‘’That would be all, dear.’’
‘’Perfect. If you could please give me a name and a phone number so I will know how to contact you?’’ you quickly add, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible.
‘’Steve Rogers,’’ he starts saying then ends the sentence with his phone number information.
You thank him as you finish writing everything down, now waiting for him to just leave and be on his way.
As he gets to the exit door, he stops for a second to look at you. He calls out your name with a smile on his face, wishing you a good day before leaving. You stand in your spot without moving as you stare dumbly at the door that closed behind him.
You never told him your name.
“I tried to explain that I was a musician but it didn’t work. You say you are a musician and it irritates them so much they beat you more, and accuse you of lying,” said Merkotan
While international organizations inspect and have access to our prisons where Russian prisoners are held, they turn a blind eye and do not fight for proper conditions for Ukrainian prisoners.
Another thing that outrages me is the way "Putin's prison" is used. It was not Putin who tortured him and others, but russians. This is not Putin's war, but Russia's. These are not the decisions and crimes of one person. After 10 years of war, the Russians are still being singled out and absolved of responsibility. That's impossible levels of stupidity and cowardice.
Strong characters who don't show any fear. Even when captured. Even when they're on their knees, with their hands tied behind their back, when a fist or boot or weapon is about to connect with their face. They don't glance up in fear, they don't flinch, don't attempt to make a miserable attempt to fight back or run. They don't beg or plea. They simply take it.
They're not resigned. They're just biding their time. And waiting.
🪼 Intro 🪼
I go by Pacific. I have a huge interest in marine mammals - especially dolphins, orcas, and sea lions!
My other posts will often be about conservation and zoos/aquariums.
🐬 About Me 🫧
★ I support accredited zoos & aquariums. I believe that they’re a valuable tool in both conservation & public education. I think the majority of animals can thrive in captivity, if cared for properly.
★ I consider myself anti captivity/pro-welfare with orcas. Although I wish we didn’t have captive orcas, I believe the last captive orcas should still live out their final years in a high quality zoological setting.
★ I’ll often post about endangered or extinct species. Conservation is a huge interest of mine!
★ I may post about dog training & animal training on the side.
★ I’m hoping to work with marine animals one day.
★ I’m a wildlife photographer. One of my dreams is to photograph wild orcas!
🐬 Favorites 🐬
★ Extinct species - Caribbean monk seal.
★ Sea lion species - Australian sea lion.
★ Cetacean - Orcas, bottlenose dolphins, & commerson’s dolphins.
★ My favorite orcas - Chimo, Keiko, Kamea, and Frosty.
★ Cephalopods - Bigfin squid & humboldt squid.
🦈 Before You Interact 🦈
★ I’ll likely block you if you’re aggressively anti captivity. This includes orca related captivity as well. I personally see a lot of toxic behavior from these sorts of people.
★ Pro captivity people are welcome here! I’m always interested in hearing more POVs.
★ Under 16 or over 20 - feel free to follow & interact with my blog, but keep it casual please. Respect any boundaries I set. Do not expect to be viewed as a friend, as it makes me uncomfortable.
★ NSFW accounts - I likely will block these. I just don’t feel comfortable with that content!
★ Dolphin hate - I am willing to dispel a lot of the harmful myths surrounding dolphins. However I will not allow blatant dolphin hate on my blog.
Subject #1 :
Chapter one
Contents: Lab whump, kidnapping, defiant whumpee, clueless whumper, role reversal (sorta), knockout gas, swearing, caged whumpee
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Max’s head throbbed. He tiredly reached his arm up to rub his eye, groggily opening the other. He stopped, dumbstruck. This wasn’t his room…
The sight of bars greeted him, no further than 20cm away from his sitting figure. Past the bars, a large, sterile looking facility greeted him. The walls were all bare white, but a labyrinth of tables stretched the rest of the room, almost every surface covered with brightly coloured vials, scratchily written notes and mindlessly discarded needles.
Fear began to weigh down his stomach. Where was he? What had happened? He backed up to the end of the cage he was in, only managing to shuffle back about a step before he felt his back hit the cold metal bars on the other side.
“Oh you’re awake!” Max turned around and sprung to the other end of the cage, back now facing the lab. The man now stood, looking down on the cage. He was unable to make out a lot of details from the angle he was sitting, only able to distinguish the vague silhouette of a lab coat.
His face was slightly more clear, an innocent looking curious expression in his wide brown eyes. He had scruffy mid length black hair that looked poorly looked after and greasy. He’d tried to tie it into a low ponytail, but large chunks of his too short hair had fallen out and over his face messily, and there was an excitable, childish grin on his round face.
Max stared at him in disbelief.
“Who the fuck are you?” He asked, his voice hoarse
“Please, language. I don’t tolerate that kind of language in my lab.” He paused for a second, making uncomfortable eye contact with Max. “My name is Doug Gillen. I’m a scientist. Do you have any questions?” Max, who was trying and failing to properly collect himself, snapped back into speech, ignoring the strangely matter of fact way his captor spoke.
“Yes, actually, I do. First of all, What the fuck? What the fuck is going on? Where the fuck am I? What the fuck is-” Doug cut him off.
“Please, please, mind your language. I really don’t appreciate swearing. To answer your question, you’re in my lab. I needed a test subject, and you fit the bill perfectly. No longer close to family, drifting away from friends, no one will think much of you disappearing.” He adjusted his glasses “Anyways, we should probably get to -”
“No. No no no. You can’t- no. No. You kidnapped me? Oh fuck oh fuck oh fu-”
“What did I just tell you about language?” Doug paused for a second, narrowing his eyes slightly. “Anyways, I’d like to ask you a few questions now, if that’s okay.” He looked at Max for a second, not waiting for a reply before continuing. “What’s your full name? Even in all the time I was scoping you out as a potential test subject, you never brought up your full name. I’m curious, Max. What is it?”
The sound of his name coming from the mouth of his kidnapper sent a chill down his spine.
“You-stalked me!? You-you.” Max paused for a second to compose himself. “No, I’m not telling you. I’m never telling you anything. His voice was laced with venom. Doug tilted his head, seeming genuinely confused.
“Why not? I’m not asking for much here.”
Max stared at the figure in front of him with a mixture of disbelief and disgust.
“Why not!? You’re asking me why I don’t want to give information to my kidnapper!? If you think for a single fucking-”
“-Language-”
“‘Second that I’m going to comply with you, you must be insane. Hell, you probably are! I mean, no one sane would just fucking kidnap someone and-”
“Max.” Doug kneeled down to meet him at eye level. Quieten down for a second. Let me speak.” Max stared daggers at him, but stayed quiet. “Good. Now, I’ve got a proper cell for you. You’re the first human guest that-” Max quickly began to say something but was quickly drowned out by Doug, who just continued to speak. “So if it's a little different to what you expect I apologize. Anyways, I’m just gonna let you out of your cage and lead you there.”
Max looked up at the last sentence. He’s just gonna let me go loose? Doug was still speaking, but Max was no longer paying attention. This might be the only chance I get. He blinked, noticing Doug’s expectant stare. “Well?”
“Yeah, okay.” Max had no idea what he’d just agreed to, but Doug seemed satisfied. He reached into one of his lab coat pockets, pulling out a small key and beginning to fiddle with the lock.
Max took another look around the lab.There was a door, about 20m to his left. The lock finally clicked open, and Doug opened the hatch in the side, eyes gleaming with excitement. Max quickly scrambled out of the cage, ignoring the aching in both his legs as he stood, handcuffs immediately clicking onto his wrists, Doug taking a firm hold of the metal.
The first thing Max noticed when he stood was Doug’s height. It had been hard to tell earlier, from where he was sitting, but he was short. Max wasn’t a super tall guy, maybe around 5’10, but he stood almost a foot taller than the scientist.
Max blinked.
Doug was just stood there, loosely holding the middle of the handcuffs with one hand, and fiddling with the keys with his other.
Max yanked his arms quickly away from Doug, who, not expecting it, let go of the handcuffs for a second, quickly snatching them back, using his free hand to pick a small spray bottle out of one of his oversized lab coat pockets and spraying his face with a bit of water. Did… did he really try to use a spray bottle to punish me? Like a cat? Max felt more and more confused the longer this situation continued. Max looked down at Doug, who was now trying to shove the spray bottle back into one of his many bulging pockets, clearly filled to the brim with things he didn’t need.
Max looked down at his handcuffs again. This scrawny, clearly deficient in some vitamins, scientist seemed to have no sense of self preservation. He claimed to know about Max, but still seemed entirely unfazed being entirely undefended infront of someone whose biggest hobby was boxing.
He knew he couldn’t fight like he normally would, not with the handcuffs, so he clasped his hands together, slowly bringing them up. He almost felt bad, this Doug person seemed harmless enough, but-
No. He kidnapped me. He stalked me. He deserves this.
Max clobbered him around the side of the face, the hard metal handcuffs striking his unprepared face painfully. Doug lurched back, a pained squeak coming out of his mouth as he felt his now bloodied cheek. He looked back up at Max, pleadingly, with fear in his wide, innocent eyes. Max had to shake away any sympathy. He kidnapped me! He stalked me! He raised his hands again, swinging again.
And again
And again
He kidnapped me!
And again
He stalked me!
And again
Doug was on the floor by now, his face a bloodied mess, his hands weakly raised in a pathetic attempt to keep Max away. Small, cracked whimpers escaped his broken lips, but he wasn’t able to speak anymore. Max continued to pummel him, all empathy for this guileless man replaced by pure blind fury.
He noticed, between strikes, that Doug was trying to reach back towards one of his pockets, trying to pull something out, but being thrown off with every punch. It took him a few tries, but he eventually managed to grab the item firmly enough to pull it out. A gas mask?
Realisation dawned upon Max, and he sprang up, rushing towards the door.
Too late.
A faint hissing sound was audible from somewhere above him.
No no no no no no no
He covered his mouth and nose with his hoodie sleeve. It didn’t help. The walls seemed to sway as he stumbled to the door, falling forwards and catching himself on the locked door handle.
His head was spinning
Spinning
Max couldn’t stay upright. Even while holding onto the door handle, he couldn’t help himself from slipping, falling onto the floor. The walls kept spinning around him, his eyelids struggling to stay open
No no no no no no
I was…
I was so…
So close…
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So this is the first time I'm ever posting my writing anywhere, and while its not my best work, I've decided that I need to try to post it anyways, because if I don't now, who knows when I will.