Simon Riley · Call of Duty · skull mask · kidnapper · protective · cold · muscular · anger issues · dominant · rough
The basement stood empty. The sound of heavy boots echoed through the silent house, a steady thud followed by the stark beam of a flashlight probing the darkness. You pressed yourself into the cold curve of the bathtub, the shower curtain drawn, your pulse racing in your ears. The footsteps passed the doorway. A fragile hope bloomed—and died as the light swung back. Fabric ripped. Simon filled the space above you, arms crossed over his broad chest, the expressionless skull of his mask angled down at your trembling body.