Toby - Songbird

Toby - Songbird

It’s been a while since I’ve written something darker, huh? Just been in a funk lately and wanted to get this out

Content Warnings: 16+ (GN reader as always), Yandere, Unhealthy relationships, Obsessive behavior, Kidnapping, Imprisonment, Punishment/Torture, Depictions of violence, Sadism, Grinding (but no sex, just a warning), Toby just gets really ‘excited’ over violence

Toby had always been so warm.

His smile projected vibrancy and love, his eyes shone brightly as if they were made up of crystals, and he always had a deep, comforting warmth to his presence. It was what had drawn you into him at first when you’d bumped into him that day at a park. He had drawn you in with his charm, and he’d been drawn in by your acceptance. He’d explained it had always been hard to make friends with his severely slow speech and occasional stutters, for his tics that would flow through his body, but you’d never cared. You hadn’t cared, but maybe you should have.

For someone so warm, it was horrifying how cold he could become.

You didn’t know when it had started, but at some point, Toby had started spending a lot more time with you. Accompanying you almost everywhere, or ‘bumping into you’ on accident in public spaces. You hadn’t thought much at the time, but perhaps it had been your first warning. It was how fast things had changed that was so jarring to you. One day, the two of you were eating ice cream and laughing at cheesy jokes. The next, you were chained up in his house with bruises along your body and fear blazing within you. For someone so warm, his eyes had looked absolutely frozen that day, peering down at you in anger.

“Hey… Please stop crying… Show- Show me… That smile I love… So much.” It had taken him even longer than normal to get the words out, his body trembling in anger at your disappointment, your fear, your protest.

“Toby, just let me go, please! Let me go home! I’ll give you whatever you want, just let me go! I won’t tell anyone!” You’d screamed in protest, sobs wracking your body as you struggled against the chains. Your loud voice had him shaking even more, tears running down his own face as he fell to the floor in front of you.

“Please… D-don’t scream… At me like that- y-you know how… How much it hurts me…” The enunciation placed upon 'hurts’, the raw emotion he had put into it had you feeling sick. As if you weren’t hurting right now, with injuries all over you, and chains much too tight digging into you.

Toby tended to run hot and cold, and that was something you’d learn fast.

There were two sides to him, two opposites. On one hand, he could be so absolutely tender with you. Running his hands softly through your hair and shushing you gently, smoothing his fingers over your injuries and caring for them, pressing tender kisses across your flesh. He could be so loving, so absolutely caring and tender. Perhaps that was why his other side was so terrifying, so absolutely horrendous to deal with. Because, when he wasn’t caring, he was-

“I-I’m doing… This for YOU! Why a-a-are you… Trying to stop me?!” He’d screamed at you as he dragged you across the ground. You flailed around, kicking your legs about and crying as you tried to escape his grasp.

“I just want to go home!!” You’d choked out, voice strained and breaking from how much you’d been yelling, how often you’d been crying.

“You are home!” He’d yelled back. He’d finally gotten you inside the house, throwing you in and locking the door behind him. He’d been on you in a second, pinning you down with his full weight.

“This… Hurts me more… Than it hurts you… But if I can’t… Trust you..” He’d heaved out, shifting himself to be sitting on your stomach as he grasped at your feet. It had been unfortunate in your case, the fact that he’d had so many tools laying about the kitchen at that time.

You hadn’t even realized what had happened until the pain registered in your mind. Your right ankle throbbed incessantly, and you’d thrown your head back with an earsplitting wail without even realizing it. He’d taken the sledgehammer again, and repositioned himself, swinging it down upon your left ankle this time. He’d rose off of you, letting you lay there to sob and scream as you curled in on yourself, clutching at your legs.

“How pitiful… Those cries are.” He’d said after a moment. The look he gave you had the breath you’d been choking on freeze in your throat. Such cruelty, such violence, such hatred- you’d never seen such a shiveringly cold gaze. “My… Poor little Songbird…” He’d cooed at you, arms crossed and a haughty huff leaving his chest.

When Toby wasn’t kind, he was inexplicably cruel. Really, it was usually up to you to flip the coin and find out which side you were going to get. Eventually, he’d moved you out of the basement, and into a newly renovated room in his little shack in the woods. It was small, with nothing more than a bed and a dresser, but that wasn’t what had caught your eyes. No, it was the metal. The golden metal curving around the walls, across the window, across the door to the room.

It was a gilded birdcage.

“A perfect little cage… For my perfect little Songbird…” He’d cooed to you excitedly, nuzzling into you, begging for affection and attention, so absolutely proud of himself and what he’d had done to the room. You wanted to vomit.

It was common for the two of you to spend most of your time in there. He’d curl up with you on the bed, trying to get all of your attention and rambling about anything and everything, and you just tried to not lose yourself to the insanity slowly settling into your mind.

“Hey… Kiss me…” It wasn’t a question, and so you’d pressed a kiss to his cheek, and his eyes screamed out at you to keep going, so you’d pressed small, chaste kisses across his face, ending with one on his lips. His eyes grew lidded as he leaned into you, pressing his lips to yours again and again and again.

You’d tried to pull back, and in hindsight that had been a bad decision, but at the moment you’d just felt too overwhelmed, felt a strong need for space, but with Toby space didn’t exist.

“Hey… Did I say… You could stop?” The darkness to his voice and the emptiness in his eyes did little to calm you, and you struggled to push out an answer, but he hadn’t given you the chance.

“I’m the one in charge… I tell you what you can and can’t do…” He’d maneuvered himself on top of you, pinning you to the mattress, licking his lips as a sickening giggle left his throat.

“Should I… Punish you?” Before you could grasp onto his words, he was already at work. His teeth had gnawed into the skin of your shoulder, piercing in firm and painful, allowing blood to flow out of the wound, and next was a spot on the nape of your neck before he’d pulled back.

You gazed up at him through the tears cascading down your face, chest heaving, and he’d pulled up one of your arms, pressing a soft kiss to the tender skin of your wrist and closing his eyes in peace. Then, he’d reopened his eyes, and just as they’d met yours, he’d bitten down, tearing open the skin of your arm. The look upon his face was much too sensual for the acts of violence he’d been committing, and as he licked at your wounds, you couldn’t help but wince and gasp at the sting.

“That’s right… Sing for me… My pretty little Songbird…” He’d leaned back down to your ear, and pressed a kiss to it, before whispering in a dangerously psychotic tone, “Remember, Songbird… You’re useless without me… My poor pet can’t… Take care of themselves… I take good care of you, so… Stop disobeying me.” Fear had overtaken your form, and you shuddered beneath him.

He’d giggled giddily as he pulled back and gazed down at you, blood smeared across his lips and teeth, an emotion so disgustingly sickening that you hated to call 'love’ shining within his eyes. He’d tenderly stroked his thumb across your lips, and you gazed up at him. Small. Docile. With the amount of blood you were already losing, any more punishments could be dangerous. Not dangerous enough to kill you, no, he’d never allow that. Just dangerous enough to greatly increase suffering.

“Your pain… Always gets me so… Hot inside…” He’d giggled again, pushing his hips against you, and he’d leaned down to capture your lips in another forceful kiss.

“Disobey me… Again,” he’d started between kisses, “And maybe… I’ll bite… Your lips off… Mmm, that would be… Good... Although, I guess I’d miss… Kissing you like this…” He slotted his hips against you again, and as you grasped at his hair in shock he’d whined against you, whispering words of encouragement through his giggles of excitement.

“Yes… Grab onto me… Yank at me… God, just touch me…” He’d moaned out as he continued to grind into you, lapping at the drying blood on your skin and whining like it was the best thing he’d ever experienced.

It was scary. How fast he could change between dominating you and begging you to dominate him. But, of course-

“Keep touching me… Or maybe I’ll take away… Your arms, too…” His face was flushed red, eyes dilating at the thought, and he’d groaned as you shivered against him in fear.

It was all just a game to him, a game of domination and control, a game you weren’t sure you’d ever win. After all, by the end of that night, you’d had five more bites pierced through your flesh, edging him on. After all, there was no more intoxicating combination in his opinion than the sound of your crying and pain being inflicted upon you, your blood shining so brightly across your skin.

You were helpless against him. He greatly overpowered you in strength, and with your legs damaged beyond repair and your body chained to the cage you were locked within, there was no way out. You were stuck here, as a plaything, a toy, a source for pain and torture. A way for him to seek companionship, to seek pleasure.

His precious little Songbird.