We Cannot Repeat This Cycle - 1

We Cannot Repeat This Cycle - 1

Pairing: Dark!Sofia Falcone x Reader

Warnings: Non-Con, Kidnapping, Thigh Riding, Choking, Kink, Begging, Face Slapping, Threats of Violence, Eventual Stockholm Syndrome.

Summary: Your father owes Sofia money and until she gets paid, she takes you. Unfortunately for you, Sofia takes a liking to you.

Request: Can you please write a fic expanding on the sofia kidnapping reader and getting attached blurb?

You groaned, opening your eyes to find darkness, causing you to panic. You weren’t sure what was going on, but as you tried to stand up, you couldn’t.

“Help!” You screamed out in hopes someone would hear you. “Help me!”

As soon as the words left your mouth, the lights were turned on, causing your eyes to water. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to wait until your eyes could get adjusted.

“You’re finally awake,” a familiar voice said. “Didn’t realize you’d take this long to wake up, but it’s whatever.”

You open your eyes, and when you realized it was the Sofia Falcone, you knew you were fucked. You knew your father owed her a lot of money, but you never thought you’d be the one she would take.

“Please let me go,” you whimpered as she got closer to you. “I… I’ll give you money; name your price, and I’ll give it to you.”

Sofia laughed at your pleas, shaking her head as she got closer to you. You were shaking in fear, unsure of what she was going to do to you. You had heard the stories about Sofia being the hangman, and although you would love to sit there and believe that the rumors weren’t true, as she had you tied to the chair, you were having a hard time.

“I don’t want your money, no.” Sofia laughed, getting uncomfortably close to you. “I think you know why you’re here, and I intend to get my money from your father.”

You shook your head. “He’ll never give you a dime, so you’re wasting your time. Let me pay it off, please.”

You bit your lip as you watched her think your plea over, and to your surprise, Sofia pulled away from you a bit. She walked out of the room, leaving you there all alone, and you wondered if maybe you made her angry more than she already was. You just wanted to help as well as have her let you go as soon as possible. If she hadn’t left the room, you were getting ready to promise that you wouldn’t tell anyone, and the two of you could forget about everything.

After an hour, Sofia returned to the room you were in. You looked at her, biting back a whine at the dress she had changed into. You couldn’t help but think of how good she looked, but when she got in front of you and lowered herself onto your thigh, you were confused.

“What—What are you doing?” You asked.

Sofia ignored your question, grinding down on your thigh hard. She grabbed you by your neck, squeezing hard as she fucked herself on your thigh. You squeezed your eyes shut, but Sofia slapped you across the face, causing your eyes to flutter open.

“You keep your eyes on me while I’m using you; do I make myself clear?” Sofia asked.

She put more pressure on your neck, closing her own eyes as she brought herself to the edge. You sat as still as you could, unsure of what Sofia would do if you tried to move but gasping when she let go of your neck. She continued to grind, pulling your shirt to the side and leaning in to bite your shoulder hard.

“M’gonna put you to such good use until that father of yours pays me my money back.” Sofia informed you, finally moving her mouth off you, “Fuck, you’re going to be such a good girl for me; I already know you will be.”

Sofia was talking to herself as she came, stilling herself as she caught her breath. She smiled at you, still sitting on your lap as if she were studying you—running her tongue against her bottom lip before she finally spoke up.

“I’m going to untie you so you can settle in better, but if you try anything, I’ll just kill ya. That cousin you’re close with will do if you can’t behave. Got it?”

Your eyes widened, nodding. “I got it.”

Sofia got off your lap and tapped your cheek twice before walking away to grab something to cut the rope. You just really hoped that your father would pay her back so you could go home, but knowing him it would be a surprise if he did.