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You're standing at your desk, printing out a map for the next filming location, and Joji walks over."Hey Y/N. So the guys are out filming, so I guess we're alone." He smirks at you and steps closer. "Ian was saying that we could use this time to uhh... bond," he grins. You're focused on the printer and you off-handedly say "To bond, huh? How are we supposed to do that?"He looks you up and down, and smirks. "Oh, I've got a couple ideas in mind." You still don't look up. "Oh yeah, like what?" He steps towards you so that he's right in front of you, trapping you between himself and the wall behind you. "Hmm, let's see. We could play Twister. But we'd get all sweaty, so we'd probably have to take our clothes off for that one." "Very funny," you say, rolling your eyes. He leans in closer, and you can smell his cologne. You look up and realize how close he is. You instinctively try to take a step back but your back hits the wall. "Or, how about you give me back the fucking cigarettes you stole, and I WON'T beat you unconscious," he growls, all traces of flirtatious teasing gone. You blink nervously. "What are you- what are you talking about?" He leans closer. "I know that Max told you to take my cigs away," he murmurs. "He keeps bitching about how I'm 'ruining my health' I haven't had a cigarette in three fucking days, and I can't take it anymore". "Joji, I'm sorry, but I agree with Max. It's for your own good. You already have that neurological disorder; smoking cigarettes is probably making it worse." You try to squeeze out from under him, but he puts his arm up on the wall and blocks you. "I'm not going to ask you again. Give. Me. My. Cigarettes." "Joji, you know I can't do that-"He suddenly pulls a Swiss army knife from his pocket and, in a flash, presses the blade against your throat. You let out a gasp, feeling the cold steel pressed against your jugular. He leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear as you shrink against the wall. "You do realize I have you alone right now, correct? I can do whatever I want to you right now, and nobody can stop me. I'm getting my cigs either way, so why shouldn't I enjoy myself first?"You feel a flash of ice roll down your back at his words. "Joji, they're gone. I threw them away already. Please, just.. just calm down."Joji inhales sharply, and the blade presses slightly deeper into your neck. You feel a flash of pain, and you whimper as you realize that the knife broke skin. "You stupid girl," he breathes into your ear. He pulls his head back and grins at the bead of blood rolling down your neck and the terror in your eyes. He reaches his free hand around your waist, and pulls your iPhone out of your back pocket. He then slams the screen against the corner of the desk, smashing the phone to pieces. "Now, what do I do with you?" he muses. "I mean, without my cigs, I have to relieve my stress some other way." He stares at you for a moment before leaning in, slowly lowering the knife. You're frozen in place, staring at the ground. He takes your chin and tilts your head up to face him. He gets closer and closer, and you squeeze your eyes shut. Just as your lips are about to touch, Joji's cell rings. For a second, he doesn't move. Then, he slowly takes a step back and answers the phone. "Hey Ian," he says. He listens to the person on the other end of the line, then says, "Yeah, no shit. I told you a video like that would take more than a day to film." He listens, then slowly turns around to face you. He stares at you and says smugly, "No, you guys go ahead and book the hotel. Y/N and I will be fine alone for a couple days." His words unfreeze you, and you quickly try to take a step sideways. Joji roughly grabs your wrist. "Yup, I'll let her know," he says, and leers at you. "You're not going anywhere," he whispers. You try to yank your arm away, but he tightens his grip. "Sounds good....Bye." He looks down at his phone to end the call. You grab your shattered phone off the desk and throw it at Joji. He lets go of your wrist, startled, and you start running, heading down the hallway. Joji shouts from behind you, and you hear him start running after you. You quickly duck into the bathroom and slam the door. You lock it with shaky hands and take a step backwards. Joji tries to open the door, then starts rattling the handle when he realizes it's locked. "Y/N, open the door," he sing-songs. When you don't open it, he suddenly slams his hand on the door, making you jump, and yells, "I said open this fucking door!" "Stay away from me!" you shriek. "I'll call Max and Ian!"He laughs. "How are you gonna do that? Your cell phone is, uh... out of order right now."You frantically look around the bathroom, trying to come up with a plan. Another pound on the door from Joji makes you jump. You grab a wrench from the cabinet to use as a weapon. You hesitate, thinking Joji will give up. He had stopped pounding on the door. You listen intently, trying to figure out what he's doing. You hear a jiggling noise, and see a credit card slip in through the crack of the door and move up. He's trying to unlock the door, you realize with a chill. Suddenly, the door is yanked open and Joji storms into the room. You shriek as he grabs your wrists and tears the wrench from your hands before shoving you to the ground. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he yells, tossing the wrench into the tub before turning to face you. You kick out at him, feeling your foot connect with his stomach, and he staggers backwards. You scramble to your feet and try to run. But Joji sticks out his foot and you trip, falling to the ground. He grabs your foot and drags you on your stomach towards him as you shriek. He quickly sits on your ass and pins your wrists to the ground under his knees. He grabs a handful of your hair, turns your head to the side, and pins it against the tiled floor before leaning down."That was really fucking stupid of you," he hisses into your ear."Get off me!" you yell. You start struggling underneath him, forgetting that his crotch is basically on your ass. He lets out an exaggerated groan into your ear. "Keep wiggling like that, 赤ちゃん, and this encounter is going to go a whole different direction," he breathes. You immediately freeze, making him laugh. "You...Joji, you wouldn't..." you trail off, sounding horrified. "You threw away my fucking cigs. There's a lot I want to do to you right now," he growls. Tears spring to your eyes and you sniffle. "What do you want from me? An apology?" "Because of you, my life has been hell for the past few days. Now I'm going to do the same to you," he says casually. He climbs off you, and you quickly try to scramble to your feet. Just as you stand up, Joji grabs your throat and pulls you towards him. You flinch, thinking for a split second that he's pulling you in for a kiss. But he stops when your faces are inches apart. "Turn around and walk," he mutters. He releases his grip on your neck and spins you around, so that he's behind you. He grabs both of your wrists and pins them behind your back, making you gasp in pain. You slowly start walking out of the bathroom, wincing in pain when Joji roughly turns you to the left, and you two head down the hallway. You reach his room, and he releases you. You glance longingly down the hallway before Joji slams the bedroom door shut and locks it. He then spins you around and slams you against the door. You let out a pained groan. "I'm assuming you heard the phone call, right? Max, Ian, and Chad won't be back for two whole days. That's plenty of time for me to teach you to stay out of my fucking stuff, and to teach you the importance of personal space" he snarls. You shrink back against the door. You'd never heard Joji speak with so much venom before. "J-Joji, wait! I lied! I didn't throw them away! They're in my room, in my suitcase. I was going to toss them, but then I got busy and forgot about them," you admit tearfully. "Please, just-...they're in my suitcase." Joji's dark eyes search yours intently. When he realizes that you're telling the truth, he grins. He grabs your shoulder and turns you around again, forcing you towards his bed. You almost cry out in terror, until Joji abruptly shoves you, and you land on the floor at the foot of his bed. He crouches down, cocks his fist back, and the last thing you see before your vision goes black is Joji's fist headed straight for your face.
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You wake up on the carpeted floor of Joji's bedroom. Your wrists are bound in front of you with rope, which is then tied to one of Joji's bedposts. You notice that your combat boots have been removed, leaving you in your socks. Seeing as you kicked Joji in the stomach when he busted into the bathroom, it was clear that he wasn't going to make that mistake twice. Your cheek is throbbing with pain from where he knocked you out. You quickly look at your clothes, making sure that Joji didn't remove anything else. You're still in your oversized white shirt, which is tucked into your black denim skirt. Your shoes have been removed, but your fishnet tights are still on, with your thigh high socks over them. Just then, the door opens and Joji walks into the room, shutting the door behind him. He's holding a cigarette in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. You can see that he's slightly intoxicated. He notices that you're awake and takes a glug of wine from the bottle, maintaining eye contact with you, making you shiver. He squats down in front of you, setting the wine bottle on the floor by him. You can feel your heart start beating faster. He pinches your cheek condescendingly with one hand, taking a drag of his cigarette with the other. "You were out longer than I thought you would be," he chuckles. You rear back your foot, preparing to kick him, but he quickly leans forward and grabs your foot. "Oh, kick me 人形, I fucking dare you. Kick me," he growls, standing up while still gripping your foot.You hesitate, trying to contemplate the possible outcomes. While you're hesitating, Joji slams your foot back onto the ground. He then walks in between your legs, and squats back down. "Joji, you have your cigarettes back. Wh-what do you want?" you stammer. "I told you. I'm going to show you why people prefer it when we keep our hands to ourselves," Joji murmurs in a sultry voice, leaning towards you. You swallow nervously at how close he is, and he laughs darkly. "This is your own fault, you know. If you had just kept your hands outta my shit, we wouldn't be here right now," he says, reaching out and brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. He then tilts your chin up, examining your face. You jerk your head out of his grip, and he grins sadistically. He grabs your face, his thumb digging into one of your cheeks and all his other fingers digging into your other cheek. He leans closer to you, and you can smell the wine mixed with cigarettes on his breath."Doesn't feel too great, does it? When someone invades your..." he leans even closer, until your lips are inches away, "personal space?" You look in his eyes, hoping to find any trace of warmth left. Although Joji's eyes are ever-so-slightly glazed due to him being slightly inebriated, his eyes are cold and angry. And they keep darting down to your lips. You truly have no idea how far George is willing to go to "teach you a lesson". Your breathing gets faster, until you're borderline hyperventilating. "Joji, please untie me, I'm sor-" Joji cuts you off by placing a finger against your lips, shushing you. He's close enough to kiss you, and that thought sends wave after wave of terror through your body. "No, you're not sorry." he murmurs. He lazily takes another drag of his cigarette before jabbing the lit end against the side of your neck, making a sizzling sound as it burns your flesh. You jerk your head to the side, crying out in pain. "But you will be," he whispers. You spit, and it hits Joji directly in the cheek. He slowly slides his tongue over his teeth and wipes his face, rage filling his eyes. Without breaking eye contact, he flicks the burnt-out cigarette into the metal trash can by his bed."Fuck you," you gasp. It feels like the cigarette is still on your neck. "Oh, believe me, I'm contemplating it," he snarls, gripping your thigh with one hand. Your eyes widen as you try to push his hand off you, but with the rope tying you to the bedpost, you can't reach. His other hand reaches for the wine bottle, and he takes a long drink. He's still squatted in between your legs, his face inches away from yours. Your neck is stinging, and you struggle to keep tears from filling your eyes. "Max and Ian can't come to your rescue, Princess," he snaps sarcastically. "It's just you and me. So believe me when I tell you that you do NOT want to piss me off. I can make your worst fears come true, EASILY. I already know one thing you're afraid of, and I'd be more than happy to use it against you," he whispers. "Can you guess what it is?""Wh-what is it?" you stammer. Joji leans in even closer, forcing you to lean back until your back is pressed up against the headboard. He leans forward, next to your head, and puts his lips right up to your ear as you tense up. "Me."You're silent for a moment, trying to figure out what he means. He must sense your confusion, because he chuckles. "You're afraid of me, and more importantly, what I could do to you. I saw it in your eyes, when I had that blade to your throat. And I heard it in your voice when you asked me if I would actually assault you. You KNOW that I will, and you're terrified of that. So, that makes this a hell of a lot more fun for me. I've always wanted you, you know. When we filmed Human Cake, when you were in that... wedding dress with the open back..." He makes a lewd groan in your ear that makes you nauseous. "And you were so fucking drunk," he whispers, his thumb rubbing circles on your thigh. Tears spring to your eyes. "God, I could've done anything to you."You feel his lips press against the burn on your neck and you jolt, hissing in pain. Ignoring your squirming, Joji hungrily places a trail of kisses up your neck, on your jawline, and finally crushes his lips against yours. You freeze up, fear and panic overtaking your brain. Joji's lips move violently against yours, and he brings a hand up to grip your jaw, tilting your head slightly to get a better angle. He's breathing heavily as his lips clash with yours. There is something inherently sexual about it, a ruthless intensity that's noticeable in each touch of skin. You remain frozen, heart pounding so fast it hurts. Joji lets out a groan, pressing closer into you as his tongue makes its way into your mouth. You squeeze your eyes shut and try to pretend you are anywhere but here; sitting on Joji's floor being pinned against the back of his bed, hands tied to the bedpost, Joji's lips attacking yours, his heavy breathing in your ears. You nearly jump out of your skin when you feel Joji bite your neck. It stings, and he swipes his tongue over it before repeating his actions at different spots on your neck. You let out an involuntary whimper, and Joji detaches his lips from your neck, the suction creating a smooch sound that makes your stomach churn. He places his lips by your ear, panting slightly. "What are Max and Ian gonna think," he breathes, "when they come home and see your neck covered in marks? Do you think Max will know what I did? Do you think he'll feel guilty? He is the one who told you to hide my cigs, right?" You remain frozen in fear, until George bites the skin under your ear, making you gasp in pain. "Right?" George asks again, a dangerous edge to his voice. You nod shakily, and Joji pulls his head back with a grin. He slams his lips into yours again.
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Joji runs his fingers up your thigh, and slowly slides them under the bottom of your skirt. You feel a tear roll down your face, towards your lips. It lands on Joji's skin, where it dissolves. His lips slow down before stilling against yours, and he leans back. He pouts mockingly. "What's wrong, 甘い心?" His fingers are tracing shapes on your upper thigh, under your skirt. Wave after wave of chills are plummeting down your spine. "There's really no one to blame for this but yourself, you know."“George, please don’t do this…” You swallow at the sight of Joji clenching his jaw, furious. “That’s not my fucking name.” He places his other hand in your hair behind your head, before gripping your hair harshly. You let out another pained gasp, tears blurring your vision. You see Joji's blurry face lean in close to yours. He releases his fingernails from your thigh, replacing them with a tight grip of his hand. "What is my fucking name?" he whispers. You don't answer, and he tugs your hair, making you yelp. Tears roll freely down your cheeks. "What’s my name?!" he yells, and you let out a sob. "J-J-Joji," you whimper. He raises an eyebrow. "What was that?" he questions mockingly. He turns his head, ear towards you, as if to hear better. "J-oji," you sob. He smirks and lets go of your hair. You're fully crying now, shoulders shaking, tears dripping off your face. "Aww," he pouts in mock sympathy. "He picks up the wine bottle again. "Here, ダーリン, have a drink." He holds the bottle up to your lips, but you purse your lips tightly. Joji glares at you. He removes his hand from your thigh and squeezes your jaw, forcing your mouth open. He pours some wine into your mouth, and you attempt to spit it out, but Joji quickly claps his hand over your mouth. "Swallow it," he snarls. You have no choice. You attempt to swallow, but the bitter taste makes you choke. You try to cough, but with a hand over your mouth, it ends up with you swallowing the rest of it. Dark red wine drips from Joji's fingers, but he doesn't let go. You feel like you can't breathe, and you sharply jerk your head to the side, forcing Joji's hand away from your mouth. You start coughing, red wine dripping onto your shirt. Tears are pouring down your cheeks, and you gasp for breath. Joji looks furious. "Let's try that again, hmm?" he growls. He places a hand on your forehead and tilts your head straight up. He holds your head in place as he pours wine into your mouth. You feel the bitter liquid gushing down your throat, and you feel like you're drowning. You make a choking sound and Joji takes the bottle away, but keeps your head forced upwards. He takes a swig of wine, before leaning over you and spitting it into your open mouth. You can't do anything but swallow it, and Joji releases your head, satisfied. He takes an actual drink from the bottle, then sets it down and watches like a predator eyeing its prey as you struggle to catch your breath. The front of your white shirt is soaked with red wine, slightly exposing your black lace bra underneath. He pulls out a carton of cigarettes from his pocket, along with a lighter. He places a cigarette in between his lips, before lighting it. He puts the carton and the lighter back in his pocket, before taking the cigarette out from between his lips, exhaling smoke out of his nose. You finally regain your breath, and you glance up at Joji. You flinch when you see the lit cigarette in his hands, remembering your neck, and he smirks. He takes a long drag on the cigarette, before gripping your chin and pressing his lips against yours. He forces your mouth open, and exhales the smoke into your mouth. It makes you feel dizzy, and you make a noise of disgust at the taste. Joji breaks the kiss and chuckles darkly. "Aw, it's not that bad. Here, try again," he grins like a wolf. He holds the cigarette up to your mouth. You’re about to turn your head away when you see the warning flashing dangerously in Joji’s eyes. You reluctantly open your mouth, and Joji places the cigarette in between your lips. You inhale, immediately coughing when the hot, bitter smoke enters your lungs. Joji grins, amused by your reaction. “いい娘” he says in a smug voice. You slump against the back of his bed, energy drained. Your neck is still stinging; partly from the cigarette burn and partly from all the hickeys that Joji left. Your wrists are sore from being tied together, your shirt is soaked with wine, you have dried tear tracks on your face, and the wine mixed with cigarette smoke is making you slightly nauseous. Joji seems to notice the shift in your attitude, because he takes another long drag of the cigarette before leaning in close to you, exhaling smoke out of his nose. “Please let me go,” you whisper. Joji doesn’t answer, and instead presses a soft, gentle kiss to your lips. A kiss like that would have you melting if it was given by anyone other than George. He tastes like cigarettes, and you know that from this point on, even just the smell of cigarettes will bring you right back to this traumatic night. His hand holding the cigarette slowly sinks down as he kisses you gently, and it comes to rest on your thigh, cigarette between his index finger and middle finger. His other hand cradles your face in what could be confused with a loving gesture. He’s kissing you slowly, sweetly. Your eyes flutter closed with exhaustion, and Joji makes an amused noise against your mouth. The room is quiet except for occasional suction sounds when Joji detaches from your lips momentarily to change the angle he kisses you at. You’re too worn out to do anything except sit there and let him kiss you. You don’t know how much time has passed when he presses one final kiss against your lips before leaning back. Your eyes flutter open weakly. He’s taking a drag on his cigarette, and when he sees you looking at him, he smiles. “Go to sleep, 人形,” he murmurs softly. “I can see that you’re fighting it.” “‘Cause you’re gonna…do something to me while…I’m asleep,” you mumble. Joji opens his mouth to respond, but before he has a chance to say anything, his phone rings. He rolls his eyes and pulls his phone out of his back pocket. He reads the Caller ID on the screen, and his jaw clenches slightly. He clicks the screen and holds the phone up to his ear. “Hey, Ian,” he says casually, like he hadn’t been. As Joji listens to Ian talk, his eyes widen and his glance darts over to you a few times. “How…how are there no hotels anywhere in that area?” He’s silent as Ian talks. “So you’re coming home…”Ian says something on the phone. “Tonight,” Joji says slowly, as if repeating what Ian said. “Okay, yeah. We can always drive back up another day to finish filming,” Joji says. His voice sounds casual, but his hand is clenched so hard that he crushes his cigarette and doesn’t even notice. “Yeah, see you in a couple hours. Bye.” Joji hangs up the phone, then picks up the wine bottle and throws it at the wall with a yell, making you flinch, suddenly wide awake. It explodes against the wall, wine dripping down onto the carpet. His eyes land on you, and you shrink as far back against the bed frame as you possibly can. George is fuming, fists clenched. He abruptly stands up, making you squeak in terror. He storms into his bathroom, and comes out a moment later with a container of purple gummies. Melatonin. He squats down in front of you and holds the container up in front of your face. “I have to go. I’m going to give you a choice. You either take about 6 of these and fall asleep, or I fucking punch you until I’m sure you’re unconscious. Your call,” he snarls. You swallow nervously. Your eyes land on the container of gummies. “Good choice. Open your mouth.”He quickly unscrews the cap and shakes some of the gummies into your open mouth. You make a noise of discomfort and you struggle to chew them. He watches you intently. “If you spit them out, I swear to god I’ll fucking kill you.” You chew faster, your jaw starting to ache. After about another minute, you finally swallow them. Joji stands up without a word and goes over to his closet. He grabs a suitcase, and unzips it. You suddenly feel the melatonin hit you like a train, and you’re asleep within minutes.
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“George? Y/N? We’re home!”Your eyes flutter open. Your head feels like it has been stuffed with cotton, and you’re so weak that you can barely keep your eyes open.“Hello?” a voice calls out, echoing through the house.“Max?” you call weakly.“Where the fowk are yoo twoo?” Ian calls out in his fucked European accent.“Help!” you cry out, as loud as you can, hoping they hear you. There’s a beat of silence.“Y/n?!” Max yells, sounding panicked.“Y/N? Where are you?” Ian calls out in his normal voice, sounding worried. You hear footsteps throughout the house as the two guys search for you. Finally, Max appears in the hallway and sees you.“IAN! GEORGE’S ROOM!” he shouts, before sprinting towards you. Ian comes sprinting into the room as well, and his mouth falls open when he sees you.“Oh my god, y/n,” Max gasps as he gets close enough to see your neck. He immediately drops to his knees in between your legs and starts trying to untie your wrists. You immediately get flashbacks to George, and you flinch away from Max, who freezes.“Whoa, hey, y/n. It’s…it’s me, it- it’s just me,” Max stutters, raising his hands to show he isn’t going to harm you. You peer up at him, reminding yourself that this is Max, and Max would never do anything like what George did.“Max…” you breathe, your voice sounding weak even to your own ears.“Hang on, I’ll…I’ll untie you,” Max’s voice sounds strained, like he’s fighting tears. You’ve never seen Max anywhere close to crying before, and to see him like this feels like a punch to the stomach.Ian is standing over the two of you, his mouth open.“What even- who- what happened? How did- Did someone break in?” Ian stammers.“George,” you whisper.Ian pales. “What happened to him? Is he okay? Where is he?”You shake your head weakly. You tilt your head up, showing your neck.“George.”The room falls silent. Ian is frozen. Max stares at you with his mouth open, looking horrified.“What, you’re saying George………..did this?” he whispers. You nod slowly. Ian takes a staggered step back and runs a hand through his hair in disbelief.“What-...why?” Ian asks, sounding both enraged and confused.“Because I hid his cigarettes,” you mumble. “He said he was gonna…” Your eyes fill with tears. Max immediately looks down, and Ian clenches his fists.“B-but I told him where they were, so he didn’t go th-through with it,” you whisper. “But he did other stuff.”Max gets the rope around your wrist untied, and you wince in pain as your arms drop into your lap.“Stuff….like what?” Ian asks hesitantly, looking you up and down but purposefully avoiding the hickeys on your neck. Max, on the other hand, who was still crouched in between your legs, was looking in horror at your neck; the many hickeys all over it, the slice from when George had his knife against it, the dried blood from when he had sliced you, the dried blood coming from the cigarette burn, and the dried wine.Without thinking, Max reaches a hand out and tilts your chin up, trying to get a better look at your neck. Your mind immediately flashes back to Joji’s leering grin, the sizzling of your flesh as he holds the cigarette against it, your own sobs echoing in your ears, his teeth digging into your neck, biting hard enough to leave hickeys.You snap out of your thoughts and, panicked, jerk your head out of Max’s light grip, tears welling up in your eyes as you cower against the headboard. Max immediately jerks his hand back, looking horrified at himself. Ian bites his lip, concerned.“I’ll be right back. I’m going to get first aid stuff,” he announces before quickly leaving the room. Max reaches his hand out, then draws it back, looking like he wants to help but doesn’t want to upset you. He carefully takes one of your hands in his, rubbing the back of your hand soothingly with his thumb.Ian returns a minute later with a first aid kit. He comes over and nudges Max with his leg, indicating for him to move over. Max moves over, still holding your hand, so that he’s sitting next to your legs, facing you. Ian slowly crouches in between your legs, and pops open the first aid kit.“Okay, um…” he looks you up and down. “I’m gonna start with your, um… your wrists, so they don’t get infected. Okay?” he asks hesitantly. You nod weakly. He pours some rubbing alcohol on a cotton ball, and starts cleaning the area where the rope rubbed your skin raw.“What…what happened?” Max whispers. You take a deep breath, and tell them everything; Joji smashing your phone, holding a knife to your neck, threatening to assault you, pinning you down in the bathroom, knocking you unconscious, kissing you against your will, burning your neck, forcing you to drink and smoke, and forcing you to take sleeping gummies. By the time you’re finished, you’re crying heavily, Max looks nauseous, and Ian is in shock.