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Necrotic Dawn (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/369797013-necrotic-dawn?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=LadyBunnette Necrotic Dawn is a dark fantasy novel with psychological thriller elements, exploring the twisted fates of twin sisters Aurora and Ember. For the past ten years, the sisters have been secretly protected by the dragon Ilios, who harbors a forbidden love for the cynical Aurora. When Aurora is suddenly kidnapped by the manipulative Loki, Ilios is forced to team up with the Ember, who has secretly been infatuated with him ever since she was young but always kept it secret due to his relationship with her sister, to try and rescue her. As Ilios and Ember delve deeper into the mystery, they find themselves drawn into a web of dark magic, hidden agendas, and psychological manipulation. Aurora, meanwhile, battles her own internal turmoil as she grapples with a growing attraction to her captive despite his role in taking her to the capital to face the king who executed her father. With the sisters' fates inextricably linked, Aurora, Ember, Ilios, and Loki are all forced to confront their deepest desires, darkest secrets, and the blurred lines between love and obsession. As the tension builds, the page turning story takes a series of chilling, unexpected twists, leading to a climactic confrontation that will leave readers questioning everything they thought they knew by the last page. Necrotic Dawn blends elements of dark fantasy, psychological suspense, and twisted romance into a gripping exploration of the duality of the human psyche and the corrosive power of unchecked ambition.

Im rewatching s2 and for some reason Finn gets kidnapped like 2 episodes in a row?? Like people just wanna steal this man

In September of 1990, the Dugard family moved from from Los Angeles to South Lake Tahoe in California under the presumption it was a safer community to raise a family. Unfortunately, they couldn’t have been more wrong. Jaycee Dugard was close to her mother, Terry, and her half-sister, Shayna. The couple lived with Jaycee’s stepfather, Carl, who was married to her mother. She never knew her birth father. He had no involvement in her life whatsoever.

It was a prickling hot day on 10th of June, 1991, when Jaycee was 11-years-old. On that morning, Jaycee got up for school and left the family home to walk the short distance to the bus stop. However, she never made it. In full view of Carl, who was watching Jaycee from the garage, a man and woman pulled up alongside her in a grey car and rolled down the window. Assuming they were looking for directions, Jaycee walked over. Next, the man produced a stun gun and zapped Jaycee before bundling her into the car. Carl, who didn’t have a car at the time, jumped onto his bike and peddled as fast as he possibly could. It was no use, however, and Jaycee was gone.

Over the forthcoming days, weeks, months, and years, Jaycee was in the forefront of her families mind. Despite an exhaustive search, Jaycee could not be found. As the years passed, hope began to fade that she would ever be found. But then, on the 24th of August, 2009, 18 years after her disappearance, there was a breakthrough. A man and two young girls appeared at the University of California, where witnesses said they were acting very peculiarly and the two girls seemed sullen and extremely pale, as if they hadn’t seen sunlight in a prolonged period. The man told an employee he wanted to hold an event in which he would speak about “God’s Desire Church” which he explained involved mind control. After leaving his name, a background check was ran and it was discovered he was a registered sex offender and on federal parole for kidnapping and rape. The man was Philip Greg Garrido, who in 1976 had kidnapped and raped a young woman. As part of his parole, Garrido could not be around minors.

Thinking something was awry, the employee contacted police who drove to Garrido’s home and arrested him. On the 26th of August, Garrido went to the parole office with his wife, Nancy, and the two girls who had been with prior. Also in attendance was Jaycee who initially claimed her name was “Allissa” and defended Garrido. She was showing signs of Stockholm Syndrome in which she sympathised with her kidnapper. Eventually the truth came out - both Phillip and Nancy had abducted Jaycee on that hot summer’s day 18 years ago. The two young girls were Jaycee’s and were a product of rape from Garrido.

Over the past 18 years, Jaycee had been raped numerous times. Initially, she was kept in handcuffs and had to use a bucket as a toilet. Garrido would often go on methamphetamine binges in which he would tell Jaycee ludicrous tales of him being a chosen servant of god and that she was kidnapped due to “demon angels” granting him permission to use her as a sex slave. By the age of 13, Jaycee was pregnant. She gave birth while locked up and took care of her two daughters with information learned from watching tv. Eventually, Jaycee was granted more and more freedom. The handcuffs disappeared and the bolts on the doors were dismantled. Never did she once mention to anybody her true identity due to Stockholm syndrome.

After her eventual discovery, the Dugard family were ecstatic. While they had never given up hope on Jaycee, as the day’s passed, it seemed more and more unlikely that she would ever return home. Jaycee and her two daughters were in well health despite their living condition. In 2011, Jaycee wrote a book titled “A Stolen Life” in which she details her abduction. Phillip was sentenced to 431 years to life while Nancy was sentenced to 36 years to life.

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.

Warning: mention of kidnapping, lack of consent, personal painful experience of the victim.

I usually don't write anything on a blog, just enjoying someone else's creativity or thoughts, but today I need to talk it out. I was almost kidnapped. Right in the city center, by the subway, in full view of people.

Evening, about six or seven in the evening. I'm waiting for a subway sign so we can go to the tea room together (he's late). A guy about 20-something years old comes up to me and starts saying something about his friend's wedding (I didn't really listen, I just quietly put my wallet deeper), after he came closer, starting to be interested in me more openly. I politely refused and started writing and calling my friend as soon as he would be there. He was still far away, so he told me to just get away from this strange guy. But I only had time to put my phone in my pocket when they grabbed me and started dragging me towards the roadway and parking spaces.

I screamed, fought and called for help. People around just looked at it. I tried to hit as hard as I could, but he was much stronger and held on tight. I begged and screamed "Help!" ,"I don't know him, first time I've seen him, please, help!", "Let me go!", but it was ignored by both him and the people around.

At some point, I pushed off from him with my whole body, hitting him in the chest, grabbed my bag and ran in the other direction from the subway.

I'm safe at home now. But my heart is beating like crazy, because I realize that I might never return to my family again.

I do not know if it was a bride theft, but in any case it is a kidnapping, or rather, an attempted kidnapping. I couldn't tell my family about it, but I'm still going through this experience.

I'm sorry to write this, thank you for reading it.