Day 8 – Bad Guys Made Them Do It/NonCon
DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY Non-Consciousal/Rape type
The stale air in the dimly lit room felt suffocating, the steady drip of water from a leaky pipe the only sound that filled the otherwise eerie silence. Alex Levy sat bound to a metal chair, her wrists tied tightly behind her back, ankles shackled to the legs of the chair, and her body aching from the struggle she had put up earlier. Her designer clothes, once pristine, were torn and dirty, a far cry from her usual appearance of calm control. She tried to steady her breath, but fear clawed at her chest, tightening her lungs with each passing second.
Across from her, Maggie Brener was tied up in much the same way. Her face was bruised, her usually sharp eyes dulled with fatigue, yet her expression still radiated defiance. The two women had been dragged here together, unsure of why they had been taken or what their captors wanted. But one thing was certain—the men who had brought them here were professionals, and they were in no hurry to reveal their motives.
The man standing between them, Kasim, a tall, broad figure with a sadistic smirk plastered across his face, paced slowly around them like a predator circling its prey. He had been toying with them for hours, refusing to answer their questions, reveling in their confusion. Now, he seemed to be growing bored with the silent intimidation tactics and was ready to move to something more direct.
Kasim leaned down toward Maggie, his eyes gleaming with twisted amusement as he dragged the edge of his blade lightly down her arm. Maggie flinched but kept her composure, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her break. "You've got quite the backbone," Kasim mused, his voice smooth and dangerous. "But let's see how long that lasts."
Maggie glared at him, her voice hoarse as she finally spoke. "What do you want?"
Kasim's grin widened, but he didn't answer. Instead, he turned his attention to Alex, who had been silently watching the exchange. "Your friend here—she thinks she's clever," Kasim said, his voice dripping with mockery. "But I'm not interested in clever. I'm interested in answers."
Alex's heart pounded as she met his cold gaze. "Answers to what? What the hell do you want from us?" she spat, the frustration and fear bubbling to the surface. She had no idea why they were here, why these men had captured them, but the longer the silence dragged on, the more dangerous the situation felt.
Kasim chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, Alex," he said, his tone almost patronizing. "You're not as clueless as you pretend to be. There's a reason we brought you here. We need something from you, and trust me, we'll get it. Whether you give it willingly or not... well, that's up to you."
Alex's blood ran cold at his words, but she kept her expression as neutral as she could, refusing to show the fear gnawing at her insides. What could they possibly want from her? She racked her brain, trying to make sense of the situation, but there were no clear answers. And then, there was Maggie—dragged into this with her, equally in the dark. She felt a surge of guilt for whatever danger Maggie had been put in just by being near her.
Kasim stepped back and studied both women with that same sadistic smirk. "But before we get to the fun part, we need to soften you up a bit," he said casually, as if discussing the weather. He paused, pulling out a phone from his pocket and tapping the screen.
Alex's eyes widened as she saw herself and Maggie reflected on the screen—a live feed. "You're being watched," Kasim explained, his voice filled with glee. "By people who are very interested in what we're going to do next. Let's just say… your little newsroom drama doesn't stay in the newsroom anymore and a lot of people are hoping you don't cooperate."
Maggie's jaw tightened, her eyes flashing with rage as she glared up at Kasim. "What is this? What are you talking about?"
Kasim ignored her, slipping the phone back into his pocket. He crouched down in front of Alex now, his face inches from hers, his voice dropping to a low, menacing whisper. "You see, Alex, there are people who want to know everything about your little boyfriend, Paul Marks," he said, the name hanging in the air like a threat. "And you're going to help us get that information."
Alex's heart skipped a beat. Paul? The realization hit her like a freight train. This wasn't about her, not directly—this was about Paul, about whatever dealings or secrets he had that these people were after. Her stomach twisted. She hadn't told them anything, hadn't even thought to mention Paul. But now, she understood. They weren't here by chance. This was all calculated.
Kasim stood up again, his predatory smile widening. "But don't worry," he said, "we're not in a rush. We've got all the time in the world to make you talk. And if you don't want to, well… I'm sure Maggie here will be more than willing to help convince you."
Maggie's eyes flicked toward Alex, her expression a mixture of anger and concern. "You're wasting your time," she said defiantly. "She won't tell you anything."
Kasim chuckled darkly. "We'll see about that."
He turned his attention to Maggie, circling her chair slowly as he undid her bindings. Whatever they had given Maggie, made her arms slow. She seemed to want to hit him, but when she brought her hand up, it moved like she was swimming through jello. "I've found that people are much more cooperative when they're given the right motivation," he said. "And I think the best way to motivate Alex… is to make her watch you suffer."
Maggie's body tensed, but she didn't flinch. She met Kasim's gaze head-on, refusing to show any fear, though the stakes had just escalated. She could see what Kasim was planning—he wanted to break Alex by hurting her, by forcing Alex to give up what they wanted.
"No," Alex said, shaking her head as the realization sank in. "Don't you dare touch her. I don't know anything."
Kasim smiled, taking a step toward Maggie. "You'll say anything to protect her, won't you?" he mused, almost admiringly. "But that's not going to work. We know you know more than you're letting on, Alex. And if you're not going to cooperate, well… we'll just have to get creative."
He stopped in front of Maggie, reaching out to gently run his hand along her jaw, a move that made Alex's stomach turn. Maggie tensed but didn't pull away, her eyes locked on Kasim's with defiance.
"I want you to undress her," Kasim said suddenly, his voice cold and commanding.
Alex's blood ran cold. "No," she said, her voice shaking with rage. "You sick—"
Kasim ignored her outburst, turning his attention back to Maggie. "Do it. Or I'll make sure Alex watches me do far worse to you."
Maggie froze, her eyes darting toward Alex for a moment before locking onto Kasim's cold gaze. She didn't want to give him what he wanted, but she knew there was no other choice. Alex's life, her safety, was hanging in the balance. Slowly, Maggie nodded, her jaw clenched tight.
"I'm sorry," Maggie whispered, her voice thick with regret as she reached out, her trembling, clumsy hands moving toward Alex's shirt.
Alex's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest. "Maggie, no," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.
But they had no choice. Maggie's hands moved slowly, carefully undoing the buttons on Alex's torn shirt, her touch hesitant but steady. Alex's skin prickled with fear and humiliation as Maggie's hands brushed against her, and the tension in the room grew unbearable.
Kasim stood back, watching them with a twisted smile. "This is going to be fun," he murmured, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as Maggie's hands moved slowly over Alex's shirt, undoing each button with trembling fingers.
Alex's heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in shallow gasps as Maggie's hands worked reluctantly, her movements hesitant and filled with regret. Alex's skin burned with humiliation, every brush of Maggie's fingers a reminder of how powerless they were, how little control they had in this nightmare. She tried to steady her breathing, to stay calm, but the fear and shame were overwhelming.
Maggie's hands paused for a moment, her gaze flicking up to meet Alex's. In that brief second, a thousand apologies passed between them—unsaid, but understood. They had no choice. They had to survive this.
"I'm so sorry," Maggie whispered, her voice barely audible.
Alex's lips trembled, but she nodded slightly, trying to reassure Maggie, even though there was no comfort to be found in this moment. "It's not your fault," she whispered back, her voice shaky with emotion.
Kasim chuckled, stepping closer, his presence looming over them like a dark cloud. "Don't get all sentimental on me now," he sneered. "We're just getting started."
Maggie swallowed hard, her fingers continuing to unbutton Alex's shirt, exposing more of her skin with each movement. The cold air of the room hit Alex's bare skin, making her shiver, but the sensation barely registered over the throbbing humiliation. Every second felt like an eternity, the weight of Kasim's gaze on them adding to the suffocating atmosphere.
When Maggie had finished with Alex's shirt, she hesitated, her hands hovering uncertainly over the fabric. Kasim's eyes narrowed, a warning flashing in his gaze. "Keep going," he ordered, his voice low and menacing.
Maggie's hands moved to Alex's waistband, fingers fumbling with the button on her pants. Alex's stomach twisted as Maggie slowly unfastened her pants, pulling them down just enough to follow Kasim's command. Alex's body trembled, a mixture of shame and fear coursing through her, but she forced herself to stay still, to endure.
"You see," Kasim said, pacing around them with deliberate steps, "this is how you break someone. You take away their dignity, their control. And soon enough, they'll do anything you ask."
Alex gritted her teeth, rage boiling up inside her, but she kept her mouth shut. She knew that Kasim wanted a reaction, wanted her to lash out, to show him just how much this was affecting her. But she wouldn't give him the satisfaction. Not yet.
Maggie's hands stilled as she finished her humiliating task, her entire body tense with anger and helplessness. Kasim stood back, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he watched the two women.
"You're both being very cooperative," Kasim said, his tone mocking. "But this is just the beginning. You see, Alex, there's something I need from you. Information. About Paul Marks."
Alex's heart skipped a beat. Paul. Of course. This wasn't random. They weren't just here for some sick pleasure—they were after Paul. But what information could she possibly have? She had been careful, hadn't she? She'd kept her distance, hadn't gotten too involved in his world. At least, she thought she had.
"I don't know anything," Alex said, her voice sharper than she intended. "You're wasting your time."
Kasim's smile didn't falter. "That's what they all say at first," he said smoothly, "but trust me, everyone talks eventually."
Maggie's eyes darted to Alex, concern flashing in her gaze. "Leave her alone," Maggie said, her voice low but filled with determination. "She doesn't know anything."
Kasim's laughter echoed through the small room, cold and hollow. "Oh, I think she does," he said, stepping closer to Alex once again. "Paul Marks is a very interesting man, isn't he, Alex? And you're very close to him. Surely, you know something. Or maybe…" He glanced at Maggie with a smirk. "Maybe we should ask your friend here instead. Maybe she knows something you haven't told us yet."
Maggie's body stiffened, her fists clenching at her sides as she met Kasim's gaze head-on. "You're not going to get anything from her," she said, her voice tight with anger. "And you're not getting anything from me either."
Kasim's smirk widened. "We'll see about that," he said softly.
He circled around to stand behind Alex, his hand resting on the back of her chair, his presence oppressive and suffocating. "You know," he began, his voice low and menacing, "there are easier ways to get what we want. But I think I like watching you two squirm."
His hand moved to Alex's shoulder, squeezing it hard enough to make her wince. "Let's make this simple," he said. "You start talking, or I start making things very, very uncomfortable for both of you."
Alex's mind raced. She didn't know what to say—didn't know what Kasim wanted or how to give him what he was asking for. But she couldn't let him hurt Maggie. She couldn't let this go any further.
Kasim's hand gripped Alex's wrist tightly, his voice low and venomous. "Tick tock, Alex," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "What's it going to be? You've got information, and I'm getting tired of waiting."
Alex swallowed hard, her mind racing. Her heart pounded in her chest as she tried to think of anything she could say—anything that might stop this nightmare. She had to protect Maggie, had to do something before it escalated. Her mind darted to Paul Marks, the name Kasim had thrown at her. What could he possibly want with Paul?
"I… I don't know what you want!" Alex stammered, her voice shaking. "Paul—he's… he's a businessman. He's just—he's involved in tech deals, media investments, nothing more!"
Kasim's smile faded slightly, a dangerous flicker of anger flashing in his eyes. "That's not what I'm looking for, Alex," he said coldly. "You're not giving me anything useful."
Alex's breath hitched. She scrambled to think of something—anything that might appease him. "Paul's… he's involved with international partnerships! He travels a lot, but that's all I know! He doesn't tell me anything about his business deals, I swear!"
Kasim's eyes narrowed, his patience visibly thinning. He stared at Alex for a long moment, then his gaze slid over to Maggie, who sat bound and bruised, her jaw clenched with anger and fear.
"You think I'm stupid?" Kasim hissed, his voice dropping dangerously. "You think I'm wasting my time for trivial business details? I want more. I know you know more."
"I swear, I don't!" Alex's voice trembled with panic. "I've told you everything I know about Paul. Please, just—"
Before she could finish, Kasim moved swiftly, his hand snapping across Maggie's face with a brutal slap. Maggie's head whipped to the side, a sharp gasp of pain escaping her lips as the force of the blow left her stunned.
"NO!" Alex cried out, her body lurching against her restraints, panic surging through her. "Please stop, please! I'll tell you anything!"
Kasim didn't look at Alex. His eyes were fixed on Maggie, who was breathing heavily, her jaw tight as she fought to keep her composure. He raised his hand again, delivering another vicious blow to Maggie's side, making her wince and cough from the impact.
"Maggie!" Alex shouted, her voice cracking with desperation. "Stop! Please! I'll do anything! Just stop hurting her!"
Kasim turned his cold gaze back to Alex, his smile returning as if he had been waiting for those words. "Anything?" he asked, his voice calm, yet filled with cruel amusement.
Alex's stomach twisted, dread settling deep in her gut. She knew what was coming, but the way Kasim said it—the twisted pleasure in his voice—made it all the more horrifying.
"It looks like you're not cooperating as much as I'd hoped," Kasim said smoothly, stepping back to admire the scene, his hands casually resting at his sides. "Which means I'm going to have to make this a little more entertaining. You know, for the people watching."
Alex's breath caught in her throat. She could still see the live feed on the phone, the camera capturing every humiliating moment, every ounce of pain. Their captors were putting on a show for someone. And now, Alex knew they were the main event.
Kasim grabbed Maggie by the hair, yanking her head back roughly, causing Maggie to gasp in pain. "You want to save her, Alex?" Kasim asked, his voice dripping with mock concern. "Then you're going to do exactly what I tell you."
Maggie's eyes met Alex's, wide with fear. Alex's own mirrored hers. They were both afraid. The terror inside them was real.
"I want you to fuck her," Kasim ordered coldly, his grip on Maggie's hair tightening. "Right here. Right now."
Maggie's eyes went wide, her entire body tensing. "No," she whispered, her voice shaky but defiant.
Kasim's smile faded, replaced by cold anger. Without hesitation, he backhanded Maggie across the face again, the sound of the impact echoing through the small room. "What did you say?" he snarled.
Maggie's head snapped to the side, blood trickling from her lip as she gasped in pain. "No," she repeated, her voice trembling but firm.
Kasim hit her again, this time harder, sending her chair tilting back dangerously. Alex screamed, her voice breaking with panic. "No! Please, stop!"
Kasim turned to Alex, his eyes cold and calculating. "Is it worth it?" he asked, his voice calm but menacing. "Is your friend worth getting beaten to a pulp? You're going to watch me tear her apart if you don't comply. Now, what's it going to be, Alex? Is Maggie's pain worth your pride?"
He struck Maggie again, and this time Maggie let out a strangled cry, her body jerking with the force of the blow. Alex's heart shattered at the sound, her mind spinning with horror and helplessness.
"No!" Alex screamed, tears streaming down her face. "Please, Maggie—just do what he wants!"
Maggie's eyes met Alex's, filled with anguish and guilt. Alex's voice trembled with desperation. "Maggie… please. I can't watch him hurt you anymore."
Kasim chuckled darkly, his grip still tight in Maggie's hair as he forced her head back. "That's better," he said softly. "Now, show me just how far you're willing to go to save her."
Maggie's eyes filled with tears, her body trembling from pain and fear. She knew what Kasim was asking of them, and every fiber of her being wanted to fight, to resist. But Alex's pleading gaze, the desperate fear in her voice—it broke something in Maggie. She couldn't stand the thought of Alex watching her suffer, couldn't let this monster torture her any longer.
With a shaky breath, Maggie nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Okay."
The room seemed to close in around them as Maggie reluctantly turned her attention to Alex. Her hands, still trembling, hesitated as she moved closer. She hadn't removed Alex's bra and panties yet, but Kasim stood nearby, watching intently, his dark gaze never leaving them. His twisted satisfaction filled the air like a toxic cloud.
"Take off the rest of her clothes," Kasim ordered coldly. "I want to see everything."
Maggie's heart pounded as she reached up, her fingers shaking as they unclasped Alex's bra. She tried to avoid Alex's gaze, but she could feel the tension in Alex's body, the shame and fear radiating off her. Maggie wanted to reassure her, wanted to find some way to make this bearable, but there was no escaping the horror of the situation.
Alex's breath hitched as Maggie slid the straps of her bra down her arms, exposing her completely. Her skin felt cold and vulnerable, and the humiliation of it all made her stomach churn. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the moment, but Kasim's presence loomed over them, his cruel smile reminding her that this was far from over.
"Now the panties," Kasim demanded, his voice laced with impatience. "Do it. Slowly."
Maggie swallowed hard, her fingers moving to the waistband of Alex's panties. She glanced up at Alex, her eyes filled with unspoken apologies, and then slowly, she pulled them down, exposing Alex fully. The shame on Alex's face was evident, but there was also a deep sadness, a recognition that they had no way out. Not yet.
Kasim watched with a twisted grin, stepping closer as Maggie hovered over Alex's body. "Now, make her come," he said, his voice cold and commanding. "And don't think you can fake it. I'll know if you don't."
Maggie's stomach turned. She knew what Kasim wanted—he wanted to break Alex completely, to strip away every last ounce of dignity and control she had. But Maggie couldn't let that happen. She had to find a way to make this as bearable as possible, had to give Alex some semblance of comfort in this nightmare.
With a deep breath, Maggie positioned herself between Alex's legs, her hands gently parting Alex's thighs. Her touch was soft, careful, but the horror of the situation loomed over them both. Alex's body tensed under her touch, her breath shaky and shallow, but she tried to focus on Maggie, on the warmth of her hands instead of the cruelty that surrounded them.
Maggie leaned in, her lips brushing against Alex's inner thigh before her tongue gently flicked against her clit. Alex's body jerked in response, a mixture of surprise and fear coursing through her. Maggie's touch was deliberate but tender, and Alex tried to focus on the sensation rather than the eyes watching them.
"I'm sorry," Maggie whispered between breaths, her lips brushing against Alex's sensitive skin as she continued to kiss and lick her. "I'm so sorry, Alex."
Alex's eyes squeezed shut, her body trembling beneath Maggie's touch. The humiliation of it all made her want to scream, but Maggie's soft apologies, her gentle care, were the only things keeping her grounded. She could feel Maggie trying to make this less painful, less horrifying. It wasn't working, but Alex appreciated the effort nonetheless.
Kasim's eyes gleamed as he watched, pacing around them with a sickening satisfaction. "Bring her to orgasm," he growled. "I'll know if you don't."
Maggie's heart pounded as she continued to pleasure Alex, her tongue working over Alex's clit in slow, rhythmic circles. She wanted to make this as quick as possible, to end it before Kasim had the chance to escalate his cruelty. But she could feel Alex's body tensing beneath her, her shame and fear preventing her from relaxing.
"Please," Maggie whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "Just let go, Alex. We'll get through this."
Alex's breath hitched as Maggie's tongue flicked against her again, the sensation sending a wave of conflicted pleasure through her. Her body betrayed her, responding to Maggie's touch even as her mind screamed in protest. She could feel herself nearing the edge, the tension building inside her, and the shame of it all made her heart ache.
"Come on," Kasim snarled, stepping closer, his eyes gleaming with malice. "I want to see her break. Make her come."
Maggie worked faster, her fingers joining her tongue as she pressed harder against Alex's swollen clit, trying to push her over the edge as quickly as possible. She knew Alex was fighting it, trying to resist, but there was no escaping the way her body responded.
Alex's breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling violently as the tension built inside her. She hated this, hated every second of it, but her body wasn't giving her a choice. The shame of it all consumed her, but Maggie's gentle touch, her whispered apologies, were the only things keeping her from falling apart completely.
"I'm so sorry," Maggie whispered again, her voice thick with emotion as her fingers stroked Alex's clit, her tongue working in tandem. "Please, Alex. Just let go."
With a broken cry, Alex's body finally gave in. The orgasm ripped through her, violent and uncontrollable, her muscles clenching as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She gasped, her body jerking beneath Maggie's touch, tears streaming down her face as the shame and guilt consumed her.
Kasim watched with a satisfied grin, his eyes gleaming with twisted pleasure as he saw Alex break under the pressure. "That's it," he purred, his voice filled with cruel amusement. "Good girl."
Alex's body convulsed with the force of the orgasm, her breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps. But just as the last wave of pleasure hit her, the sound of the door bursting open shattered the suffocating tension.
"FBI! Don't move!"
The room was suddenly filled with the sound of boots hitting the concrete floor, guns drawn and voices yelling as the FBI stormed in. Kasim's smug grin vanished in an instant, replaced by a look of pure rage. He tried to grab Maggie by the hair again, but before he could react, he was tackled to the ground by a team of agents.
Maggie scrambled away from Alex, her body trembling as the adrenaline surged through her. Alex lay on the ground, still shaking from the aftershocks of the orgasm, her eyes wide with disbelief and relief as the FBI agents swarmed the room.
"Get medical in here, now!" one of the agents shouted, rushing toward Alex and Maggie to untie their restraints.
Hotch and the rest of the team stormed in, their faces etched with concern as they took in the scene. "Alex, Maggie, you're safe now," Hotch said, his voice steady as he knelt beside them. "It's over."
Maggie collapsed beside Alex, her breath ragged as the weight of what they had just endured crashed over her. Alex's body trembled as she finally let out a sob, the relief and horror of it all overwhelming her.
"We're safe," Maggie whispered, her voice shaky as she reached out to hold Alex's hand. "We're safe."
But even as the room filled with agents and the tension began to ease, the weight of what they had just endured lingered. They were safe, yes, but the scars of this nightmare would take much longer to heal.