Broken Bones and Lemonade (Bo Sinclair x Reader) House of Wax

Chipped and chained

The two men stood beside you, contemplating what to do next. Vincent noticed your some what ' indecency' with your tank top and decided to use one of the clean towels under the counter to cover you up and haul you into the basement just below you.

Bo grabbed your body and threw you over his shoulder. Not really caring about your health, he didn't attempt to avoid any door frames while carrying you down stairs. After the multiple smacks to your face, your body finally made it into a metal contraption of a chair. He latched your weakened arms into the constraints and bound your legs together so it was near impossible to move. Still deciding to give you what decency you had left, he covered your body with the towel.

It was odd, Bo would usually never do something like that. It just felt wrong to leave you exposed for some reason. You were a raging bitch, that's for sure, but you can-do attitude and athletic ability somewhat impressed him. Deciding that the tussle of tonight was enough, Bo headed upstairs into the shop where a little sofa was sat in an office type of room. He didn't wanna go far in case you magically made it out of your restraints.

Time skip

You woke up with a start. Not realizing you were bound to the chair, you tried pulling yourself off only to hear the rattle of the metal bands around your wrists. You knew better then to yell for help, so you worked your legs as hard as you could to get the duct tape off of them, and you did it successfully. As quick as possible, you moved to your arms, yanking as hard up as you could, hopefully to loosen the bars. In a last effort, you used your legs to push yourself up and finally tear the restraints off.

You prayed that the commotion you made didn't wake the bears. You didn't waste time finding your way to the basement door and ramming it as hard as you could. You began to lose hope when you noticed that the door wouldn't budge, until you got a bright idea.

"Bo? I need something to drink. Please, it's the least you could do since you got me tied up like this." You repeated your neediness until you heard the stomping of boots overhead.

You knew you finally caught his attention and hid somewhere he wouldn't be able to spot you. Behind a couple of boxes next to the door, you crouched down to hide your figure. Any time now he would burst through the door to come knock some sense into you, and when he did, you were gonna bolt.

You heard the click of the lock, but what you didn't expect was the door to open slowly. He didn't burst in like you thought he would. He still stood in the doorway, surveying the room in hopes of finding you. You realized that your plan wasn't going to work, so you decided on plan B.

In one swift move, you lurched yourself forward Onto him try try to stun him. You took for granted what strength you had left and your body gave out on you on the last second. Now here you were, pinned under some Perv freak who was clearly pissed off.

"You've got some explaining to do little lady."

He hauled you over his shoulder and decided that the shop wasn't a good enough place to keep you. You wanted to fight back, you really did, but when you attempted to hit his back, you couldn't muster the strength. You were finally beaten.

"Given up, have we?" Bo's snarky comments royally pissed you off. You decided not to say anything back. Instead you saved up some spit and let it loose on his back, maybe it would gross him out enough he'd drop you.

"I've touched worse shit, you aren't getting out ANY time soon after that."

You felt the grip on your thigh tighten, almost painful. You didn't say anything, only groaned in pain. He beat you, not much you could really do.

You heard a door open and you landed harshly on a set of truck seats. Why didn't he throw you in the back? Not like you could even move anymore, your body was so beat up it almost hurt to breath.

Bo hopped into the seat next to you and just stared at your figure for what felt like forever. You couldn't even open your eyes you were in so much pain. Maybe he felt bad?.... Nah... ?

Time skip again ;D

The dark cap of the truck was flooded with light when Bo finally pulled up to the house. Just the thought of opening your eyes felt agonizing so you decided to keep them closed. You felt the pressure of the door beside you leave but were unable to support your body, all you could let yourself do was fall. But the fall never came.

The familiar smell of a once sleep inducing Cologne and Motor oil filled your nostrils, instantly sending you further into what the smell was coming from. You heard an aggravated grunt from the body, but you didn't care anymore. You are already fucked up enough, nothing worse could happen.

You felt two hands loop under your arm pits to set you upright and then one hand was placed under your legs to support you. You felt secure for the first time since you were first 'captured' and it relaxed your body. You sunk deeper into the chest of the person carrying you god knows where and quite frankly, you didn't care.

You heard creaks and groans coming from the doors you were taken through so you assumed you made it into the house. Finally, your body was left to rest on the couch you once slept on before.

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