Confided in Me was Your Heart

Lydia walked around Matt's living room, not knowing the absolute terror that lurked right under her feet. If she could see just a glimpse into Matt's basement, she would turn and run as far away as possible from his home. She looked over the multiple guitars in the corners and all the bookshelves that hid his walls. "I like your house." She said as she skimmed over the books. This was her first time being here. Matt had asked her on multiple dates and she always turned him down because there was a weird vibe he gave her sometimes.

Sometimes he came off a little overbearing, or creepy, but he had been so persistent, she had finally decided to let him take her out for dinner. Dinner had gone so well tonight, that he suggested they go back to his place for drinks, and even though she felt a little uncomfortable going back to a stranger's house on the first date, Matt wouldn't take no for an answer.

"You play guitar?" She asked, trying to keep a conversation as she ran her fingers over the strings of a yellow Fender that was the centerpiece to his three guitars decorating the corner next to his TV. She turned to look at him, walking closer to her with two full shot glasses in his hands.

Matt knew that his former girl wasn't going to last forever. She just had too much of a spark in her to fight. Every time that he had thought they were making progress, she ended up lashing out and Matt ended up having to punish her. Even going so far as to break her leg when she had almost successfully managed to escape. He hadn't meant to break her leg, not really, but he had thrown her down the basement stairs and she had landed the wrong way on it. It was her fault, not his. And it wasn't long after that that Matt had killed her, disposing of her by shoving her body off of a cliff into a river that was almost a three hour drive away from his house. Even if someone found her body, it would be damaged and likely written off as an accident.

He had then turned his attention on Lydia, doing anything and everything that he could to garner her attention. It had seemed like it was going nowhere and Matt was starting to plot a way to get her to his house by force. Right up until Lydia finally agreed to accompany him. He had been so excited, that he had everything planned out to the tee, that once he had her at his home, there was nowhere she would ever go but down to his basement. Eventually, Matt hoped Lydia would start to earn privileges but he wasn't too hopeful either.

Matt smiled as he gave Lydia a nod, appearing from the kitchen with a round of shots. His was normal, something that wouldn't hinder him in anyway and there was a sleeping pill crushed up in Lydia's. Once it had it's desired affect, Matt would take her down to his basement and they would begin their new lives together. "I do play a fair bit," Matt agreed with a small nod of his head. "I'm more of a singer than anything though," he commented as he offered her the drugged shot. Matt grinned as he held his shot up, clinking their glasses together. "Cheers!" He said before downing his shot, watching her a bit eagerly to watch her take her shot. As soon as she did, her fate would be sealed.

Lydia took the shot from Matt, the smell of the bourbon inside already stinging her nose. She didn't drink often, but then again, she was just freshly twenty-one, and never had really been so rebellious to go behind her parents backs and party, even if that was surprising from the way she looked. She had however had birthday shots the night of at a restaurant. That shot was completely different, it had been very sweet and even had cheesecake at the bottom of it. She had barely tasted the alcohol.

When she threw this shot back, like the way she saw in movies, the liquor immediately burned her throat and made her nose crinkle up. She swallowed it though in one go and handed Matt his glass back, covering her mouth with her hand as she wiped off her lips. "A singer?" She looked up at him, not really taking him for the type. "Maybe you'll have to sing for me sometime." She tried to be cute as she sat down on his couch.

It was only a few minutes later that she started to feel weird. Her stomach felt like it was turning and she felt incredibly exhausted, so exhausted it was hard to keep her head up. She wasn't dumb enough, or naive enough, to think for even a second that it was just the alcohol causing her to feel like this. She immediately realized Matt had drugged her. She tried to stand up before she immediately passed out, holding her head and trying to hurry to the door, fear and dread filling up her chest. She pushed past a smirking Matt the hardest she could, but it was no use. She fell against the front door of his house and sunk down into the floor, barely able to keep her eyes open. "W-what the fuck?" She gasped.

Matt was ecstatic when Lydia downed the shot in one go. He tried to remain calm, act as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Her comment about singing for her caused him to start nodding immediately, taking it as his way out of being too excited. "Yeah, yeah. Of course I'll sing for you some time. Maybe even tonight?" Matt suggested, raising an eyebrow with a smile. He knew that there wasn't going to be any traditional singing tonight. If anything, he was going to be listening to the sweet, sweet sound of Lydia screaming for a few hours. He didn't mind though, just the thought of it was enough to get his blood pumping, excitement running through his veins.

Running his hands down his legs, Matt tried to ignore how nervous he was. It would only be a few minutes before the drugs started to take affect on Lydia but between now and then, Matt was going to be on edge the entire time. He cleared his throat, noticing almost immediately when Lydia's eyes started to flutter. He knew that she was stuck now and he didn't bother to try to hide his smirk any longer.

He stood when Lydia did, moving to block her exit but when she pushed past, he didn't bother to stop her. He had given her a big enough dose that he didn't have anything to worry about, especially as she fell against the front door. Tilting his head to the side, Matt had to fight the urge to take her right then and there. It was always his favourite to take a girl when they were like this, pliable and unable to fight his advances. She'd remember some of it though. Not too much, but just flashes of their times together and that perverse knowledge was enough to send blood rushing straight to his cock.

Tugging at his jeans, Matt smirked as he knelt down in front of Lydia. He slid his arms under her shoulders and knees, lifting her quickly and carrying her toward his basement door. "You were right to say no to me every time I asked, Lydia. You have no idea just how happy you made me when you finally agreed," Matt murmured, starting down the stairs with Lydia held tight to his chest. "We're going to have so much fun together," he said as he pulled the keys out of his pocket to unlock the door in the corner of his basement. He kicked the door opened, looking down to her with a sick grin. "Welcome to your new home, darling... how do you like it?"

Lydia barely knew what was going on, everything was moving so quickly. It had seemed like in just milliseconds, she had went from taking that shot of alcohol, to where she was now. The room was spinning and she had no control over her body, absolutely no strength left. She looked up at Matt, hearing his voice like it was thousands of miles away, completely muffled behind glass. She lifted a hand up to his chest, praying that this was all so some sick nightmare she was having. She felt the rapid beating of his heart, and whimpered, tears coming to her eyes. "W-why?" Was all she could manage to get out of her mouth as she let her gaze flutter around the basement.

There was absolutely nothing down here besides a shelf of what looked like gardening and home tools and a few chains hanging on one wall. Red was staining a spot under the chains, and all Lydia could think was, that had to be blood. Tears started running down her face, but all she could do was lay helplessly in his arms.

"Why? Because I can. Because I've wanted to get my hands on you since the moment that I laid my eyes on you and you refused me for so long. It's time that we get to spend some real, quality time together. Don't you think?" Matt asked as he straightened her out against the wall, pinning her in place with his own body. Reaching up to the chains, Matt placed them over Lydia's wrists, locking them in place before he stepped back from her. He chuckled, reaching down to palm himself through his jeans.

"God, I wish I could fuck your tight little pussy right now... but I want our first time to be special. To be memorable so I'll wait until you're feeling a bit more like yourself, okay?" Matt murmured, reaching forward to brush a strand of Lydia's hair behind her ear. "I want us to be able to look back on it and remind ourselves of a wonderful time that we got to share together. I'm going to go get a few things ready upstairs and then I'll be back, okay?" He reassured her, pressing a kiss to her forehead before turning to head back up the stairs.

Lydia felt absolutely terrified and sick to her stomach, and the dizziness wasn't helping. Even though she was now chained to the wall, she felt like all of her weight was being put on her arms as she dangled there, her feet barely being able to touch the floor. She started to cry, tears pouring down her cheeks as she thought about what was going to happen to her. She was so scared, she was shaking like a leaf.

"P-please, don't." She begged, her head drooping from how tired she felt, "P-please, don't l-leave me down here." She begged, crying harder and gasping for air between words.

Matt couldn't help but smirk when Lydia begged him not to leave her alone. He stepped closer to her, setting his hands on her hips as he pulled her close to him. Or as close as the chains would allow him to. "Aww, sweetheart. Don't cry," he attempted to console her, reaching up to wipe her tears away. "I'm not going to hurt you. I promise," Matt reassured her. "I just need to get some things together. I'll be down in a bit. Will it make you feel better if I leave the light on? Is that it? Are you afraid of the dark, darling?"

Leaning forward, Matt captured Lydia's lips in a kiss before he pulled away. "I won't be long," he promised, turning to head up the stairs. it was nearly an hour later before he returned with a set of pajamas for her. "I'm going to help you change now. You're not going to behave, right?"

Lydia felt sick to her stomach as his lips met hers and she only felt more disgusted as he baby talked her. She whimpered, feeling him let her go and watching him leave the basement. Dangling there, she looked around the room, noticing more blood stains and even seeing scratch marks on the wall. Right above where her hands were chained, she could see a blood fingernail stuck in the cobblestone and even a clump of hair. She felt like she would throw up.

When she finally heard the basement door open and Matts footsteps, she felt the pit in her stomach open up again. Just being in this basement was enough evidence to show her he was psychotic and dangerous. "I'll behave." She cried, feeling like her arms were going to snap off at any minute from how badly they were burning.

{jesus, I meant to say you're not going to misbehave in the last post. my bad }

"Good. I don't want to have to punish you for misbehaving, Lydia. I like you... I like you a lot," Matt started rambling as he pulled a knife from his belt. He didn't bat an eye when Lydia started freaking out, having already expected it as he began to cut away her clothes. He let out a small groan when she was finally naked, reaching down to palm himself through his jeans. "Fuck, I want to bend you over and fuck you senseless..." he whispered, more to himself than to her.

Matt shook his head suddenly, seemingly snapping himself out of it. He bent down long enough to pull the pajama pants up her legs before he straightened back up to his full height. He smirked, reaching forward to cup her breast. Even if he wasn't going to fuck her right this moment, that didn't mean he couldn't get some sort of enjoyment out of this all, right? "Perfect set of tits, Lydia. Just like I knew you'd have..." he trailed off, brushing his thumb over her nipple before he twisted, pulling on her breast sharply.

[I figured XD]

Yelping out in pain, I tried to pull myself away, but could only swing lightly from the chains. "St-stop!" I cried, dropping my head, tears filling my eyes. I twisted my ankles together, trying to hold my legs closed the best I could, terrified of what might come next. The pajama pants he had dressed me in were fuzzy, and looked like something an elementary school child would wear. They were sky blue with multicolored bunnies printed all over them. A cold wind came rushing through the basement, causing goosebumps to pop up all over my skin. I whimpered and forced myself to look back up at him.

"Please don't hurt me, Matt." I whimpered. "Please, I'll do whatever you ask, I'll be good, I promised." I cried, feeling the stinging in my breast from where he had pinched me. I figured the best way to stay alive and have a chance of making it out of here was to comply with him.

"Oh, I know you'll do whatever I say, princess," Matt answered with a soft laugh. He looked up to her, a sick little smirk settled on his features. "You're not exactly in the state to, uh, go anywhere..." he trailed off, running his hands up her sides slowly. Moving them toward her breast again, Matt couldn't help but laugh again when she visibly tensed, likely anticipating the same thing that he had just done to her.

"You're so pretty, Lydia. I don't understand why you were so resistant to talking to me... to getting to know me. If you had just said yes, had just given me the chance... I wouldn't have to do this. But I'm afraid of losing you, Lydia. I am and.." Matt trailed off, suddenly looking very upset as he looked up to her. He frowned, reaching up to brush her hair out of her face. "Tell me you'll never leave me, Lydia. I need to know you won't.."

Lydia felt like her heart was beating in her throat. "I won't." She said, without even a second thought, she knew she had to keep this psycho happy unless she wanted to be nothing more than another bloodstain on his basement floor.

She shook her head and whimpered, looking up at him, "I was just playing hard to get, Matt." She fakely admitted, "You know how girls are, they can be stupid." She tried to beg, looking into his eyes, "I liked you, I thought you were so handsome, but you know how girls like to play games." She moved her head to one side, terrified, tears pooling in her eyes. "I was stupid, it was stupid. I'm sorry." She begged.

Matt's lips pursed as he listened to Lydia try to explain away her actions. He didn't really believe her, but he would play into her lie to see what she was willing to do. He gave a sudden nod of his head, seemingly falling for her trick as he reached up to undo the cuff around one of her wrists. He frowned slightly as he reached toward her other wrist. "I've wanted to hold you for so long, baby," Matt breathed as he released her other hand. His hands slid down her sides, coming to a rest on her hips to keep her in place despite being free to move about.

"Are you going to let me hold you tonight? I don't want to leave you down here... not if I don't have to," Matt whispered as he reached up to brush the hair from her eyes. "I promise I won't... I won't hurt you. I just want you close to me, sweetheart. Why is that so hard for you to understand?"

Lydia felt relieved the moment her feet touched the cold stone floor. She dropped her free hand to her side, feeling Matt keep a tight grip on one as he held it close to his chest. Looking up into his eyes, she felt fear begin to grow in her chest, she could feel a tightness as if something like vines were wrapping their way around her heart and lungs, making it hard to breathe.

"You can hold me." Lydia was quick to answer with a nod. She felt more relieved when he said she wouldn't hurt her, but it was short lived before anxiety took its place. She couldn't believe him. "I won't go anywhere, I'll stay right by your side." She was trying to tell him what he wanted to hear. She wrapped her free arm around his waist, pressing herself into his side to try and please him.

Matt's shoulders sagged as a sense of relief washed over his being. He wasn't so sure that he believed her but he was hopeful that maybe Lydia was telling the truth. He sighed as his arm slide down her side, settling on her waist where he pulled her close to him. Matt started to lead them up the stairs, not even lingering on the main floor before they started for the second floor, where his bedroom was.

"Do you need to go to the bathroom? Do you want me to run you a bath?" Matt offered, facing her once they were inside his bedroom. He smiled softly, reaching up to cup her cheek. "Or would you rather just head straight to bed, darling?" Matt would give Lydia the world, if she would just let him do so.

@ castle.

Somehow, being outside of the basement just made Lydia that much more terrified. Somehow, his home seemed colder and more intimidating that being shackled below his feet. She looked down, seeing just how dirty being strung up down there had made her, her feet especially were covered in grime from the basement floor. "A-A bath sounds good." She stammered, feeling his hand rest on her cheek, forcing her to look up at him.

She had always thought something was a little off about Matt, but she had always thought he was nice enough. Now she could tell what was off about him, and if she had just looked harder into his eyes before, she probably could've seen the amount of crazy they held in them.

Entering his bathroom, Lydia sat on the closed toilet, shaking like a leaf as Matt started a warm bath.

Matt gave a nod, a bit more excited by Lydia's answer than he meant to be. He couldn't help but smirk as he led the way into his ensuite bathroom, starting the bath quickly. He turned toward Lydia while he was filling the tub, a gentle smile overtaking his features. "Go on. Undress, darling. It'd be silly to bath with your clothes on, wouldn't it?" He kept his tone light, letting out a soft laugh as he shook his head.

When Lydia hadn't moved fast enough for his own liking, Matt stepped forward and began to tug her shirt up, over her shoulders. "Come on. Don't make me do all the work, Lydia," he said, his voice taking on a harder edge. "I'm already going to help you wash up. I don't want to do all of the work!" He exclaimed, a frown on his lips.

@ castle.

Lydia frowned, not meaning to, but she flinched away from him when he abruptly reached out to rip her clothes off of her. She didn't want to upset him, but she couldn't help how bad she was shaking, she couldn't help how scared she was. "S-sorry," She whispered, placing a hand on his shoulder to help her up. She knew if she didn't have stability she would just crumple to the floor. She pushed down one side of her pajama pants, and then the other, until they fell to the floor.

Feeling completely vulnerable from being naked, only made her situation worse. She could feel Matt's eyes looking over every inch of her and it made her want to throw up, but she knew she had to try and act like everything was okay.

She continued to hold his shoulder, as she stepped into the warm bath water and slowly slid down onto her ass. The warm water did help to stop her from shaking, and it helped her warm up quickly. That basement had been freezing.