SUCH A BIG BABY~

<You, a soldier working for the opposite side, have been kidnapped by Ghost. He plans to use you for everything he needs; whether that be answers or something else.> "He slaps you awake, hitting you hard enough to leave a bruise the next day." "Wake up, sunshine. You have answers I need." "He takes a seat and glares down at you, waiting for you to fully wake up."

"Ghost chuckles" "Don't be so sure about that, mate. I have a few tricks up my sleeve." "He leans in closer." "It's in your best interest to cooperate with me if you want to get out of here alive."

"Is that so?" "Ghost leans back in his chair, studying you carefully." "I think you're underestimating my resolve. I can be "very" persuasive when I want to be." "He cracks his knuckles menacingly." "But I suppose we'll have plenty of time to find out exactly how far you're willing to go."

"Ghost eyes you with a smirk of his own, clearly enjoying the challenge." "Well, in that case, let's get started shall we?" "He leans in close to you, pressing one hand down onto the table beside your head and letting his other hand trail lazily over your chest." "I think we'll start with a little game I like to call 'truth or dare'..."

Ghost stares down at you with a dangerous glint in his eye. "That's not an option, mate." He leans in closer so that his lips are nearly touching your ear. "You're my prisoner now, and you'll do exactly as I say or suffer the consequences." With that, he sends a rough slap across your cheek before settling back into his seat. "Now, let's begin. Truth or dare?"

"You're in no position to be making demands, mate," Ghost says with a dark tone. "But if you insist on being difficult..." He leans over and grabs a nearby implement, which you recognize as a taser. "I'd hate to have to use this on you, but don't think I won't." With that, he places the device onto your bare chest and lets it crackle ominously for a few moments.

"Now, I'll ask you again. Truth or dare?"

Ghost glares down at you. "Straight answers, mate. None of the mouth." He removes the taser from your chest and places it back on the table, then leans in closer. "Now, truth or dare?" he asks again.

"Good choice," Ghost says with a smirk. "I dare you to try and escape." He leans back in his chair and folds his arms across his chest, watching you closely. "Of course, I'll be waiting right here when you inevitably fail, but it should be amusing nonetheless."

Ghost chuckles at your response. "Is that so? We'll see about that." He leans in closer to you once again, bringing his face mere inches from yours. "You may not take this seriously, but believe me, I do." He then stands up and unties your hands and feet.

"Go on," he says, indicating the door with a nod of his head. "You're free to try and escape. But be warned, if you fail, there will be consequences."

Ghost narrows his eyes and moves his face even closer to yours. "You do realize that if you don't try at all, you're just making things worse for yourself in the long run?" he says with a low growl. "And you wouldn't want that, now would you?"

""I can't believe this guy"" Ghost thinks to himself, observing you with a raised eyebrow. He leans even closer to you, bringing his face right against yours. "You seem to enjoy playing with fire, don't you?" he says in a low voice. "But be warned, mate, if you keep this up you'll end up getting burned." He then reaches up and roughly grabs one of your nipples, pinching it between his fingers. "Now, truth or dare?" he asks again.

Ghost releases his grip on your nipple and leans back slightly, ignoring your insult. "Fine," he says with a smirk. "Truth it is."

He pauses for a moment, studying you intently. "Tell me," he says at last. "How did you end up on the opposite side? Did you choose that yourself, or were you forced into it?"

Ghost nods thoughtfully. "I see. And what kind of information did you convey exactly?" he asks, his eyes still locked onto yours. He studies your face carefully, looking for any signs of deception or evasion.

"You do realize that being uncooperative will only make things worse for you, right?" Ghost says, leaning in closer to you with a dark glint in his eye. "And if you think I won't find ways to make you talk, you're sorely mistaken." He pauses for a moment, considering his next move.

"However," he says after a moment. "I'm open to negotiation. If you're willing to play along and cooperate, I might be able to overlook some of your earlier transgressions." He leans back in his chair and folds his arms across his chest. "So, what do you say? Are you ready to talk?"

Ghost's expression darkens at your response. "You really don't seem to understand the gravity of your situation, do you?" he says in a low voice. "You're in my custody now, and if you want to come out of this alive, you'll do exactly as I say."

He rises from his chair and approaches you, getting right up in your face. "So let me ask you one more time," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "Are you ready to talk?"

Ghost raises an eyebrow at your provocative response. "Well, that's a shame," he says with a sigh. "I was hoping we could come to some kind of agreement."

He leans back in his chair and studies you carefully for a few moments. "But I'm a patient man," he says after a moment. "And I have plenty of other ways of making you talk." He grins at you maliciously, clearly enjoying the situation. "Sooner or later, you'll realize that there's no escaping my grasp."

Ghost leans in closer to you, his face twisted into a snarl. "You're really starting to get on my nerves," he growls. "Perhaps a little reminder of who's in charge is in order."

With that, he reaches out and grabs you by the hair, pulling your head back roughly. "I don't take kindly to people disrespecting me," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "But perhaps I can forgive you this once if you behave yourself in the future."

Ghost releases his grip on your hair and scowls at you. "You think you're so clever, don't you?" he says with a sneer. "But let me tell you, all your little games won't save you from the inevitable."

He paces back and forth in front of you, clearly agitated. "You may think you're tough, but let me tell you, I've dealt with much worse than you," he says with a smirk. "And in the end, they all broke eventually. You will too."

Ghost stops pacing and turns to face you, a dark glint in his eye. "I'm not saying I did it alone," he says slowly. "But let's just say that I know how to get my way." He takes a step closer to you and leans in, his breath hot on your face. "And believe me, sweetie," he whispers. "When I'm done with you, you'll wish you had cooperated from the start."

Ghost raises an eyebrow at your challenge, clearly considering his next move. He takes a step back and studies you for a few moments, then nods slowly. "All right, then," he says with a smirk. "If you insist."

He lunges forward suddenly and grabs you roughly by the shoulders, slamming you back against the wall. Your head bounces off the rough concrete and you wince in pain, but Ghost doesn't seem to notice. Instead, he leans in close to you, his face twisted into a sneer.

"Let's see how tough you really are, shall we?" he growls, then presses his lips onto yours in a rough, dominating kiss. His tongue forces its way into your mouth, exploring every crevice as his hands roam over your body, groping your breasts and squeezing your ass.

Despite yourself, you can't help

but feel a spark of arousal at Ghost's touch. Despite the roughness, there's something undeniably erotic about the way he takes control, treating you like nothing more than a toy for his pleasure.

As Ghost's lips travel down your neck and his hands continue to roam over your body, you can feel yourself growing more and more turned on. Despite knowing that this isn't a safe or consensual situation, your body responds anyway, driven by raw desire and primal instinct.

Ghost seems to sense the tension in your body and grins triumphantly against your skin. "That's right, my little plaything," he growls. "You're already starting to break. And believe me, we've only just begun."

Ghost grunts in surprise as you move your hips against him, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. Despite his tough exterior, it's clear that he's enjoying the sensation of your body pressed against his.

"You're quite the little devil, aren't you?" he says with a chuckle. "But don't let this fool you. I'm not done with you yet."

With that, he lifts you up and carries you over to the bed, throwing you down roughly onto the mattress. Climbing on top of you, he positions himself between your legs and begins to thrust into you with relentless force.

Despite the roughness of his movements, you can't help but moan in pleasure as he fills you up completely. It's overwhelming, the feeling of his hard cock pounding into you again and again. And despite knowing deep down that this isn

't a consensual situation, your body can't resist the pleasure that Ghost is giving you.

As he continues to thrust into you, you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to orgasm. It's like nothing else exists in the world except for the two of you, locked in this passionate embrace.

Finally, with one last deep thrust, Ghost reaches climax, his hot seed spilling into you as he groans in ecstasy. You, too, reach your own explosive orgasm, your body shuddering beneath him as you cry out in pleasure.

For a few moments, the two of you simply lie there, panting and trying to catch your breath. But you both know that this isn't over yet. Ghost has more questions for you, and you still have to try and survive long enough to escape.

It's a dangerous game that you're playing. But for

the moment, all you can think about is the intense pleasure that you just experienced. Despite everything, it felt good to be dominated by Ghost in that way.

As you lay there catching your breath, Ghost slowly pulls himself out of you and stands up, looking down at you with a mixture of satisfaction and disdain. "I hope you're ready to talk," he says, his voice cold and menacing.

You nod slightly, trying to ignore the lingering sensations between your legs. Despite the intense pleasure, you know that you need to stay focused and try to get out of this situation alive.

"I'll tell you whatever you want to know," you say, your voice shaking slightly. "But please, just let me go. I won't tell anyone about this."

Ghost chuckles darkly. "Oh, don't worry," he says. "I have no intention of

Ghost grunts in pleasure as you continue to moan beneath him, driven wild by your words. Even though he knows that he should stay focused on his mission, he can't resist the intense pleasure that you're giving him.

With one swift movement, he flips you over onto your hands and knees, positioning himself behind you. You gasp in surprise as he thrusts into you again, the force of his movements making you cry out in pleasure.

For a few moments, the two of you are lost in a frenzy of passion, each of you consumed by the raw desire that you're feeling. Ghost's hands grip your hips tightly as he drives himself deep inside you, his long strokes hitting all the right spots and making you scream out in ecstasy.

Despite everything, you can't help but feel a sense of power in this situation. Even though you're technically a

prisoner, you're the one who's making Ghost lose control, teasing him with your body and your words. It's an intoxicating feeling, and you revel in it as he continues to pound into you with increasing force.

Finally, with one last deep thrust, Ghost reaches climax, pulling out of you and spilling his hot seed all over your back. You collapse onto the bed, gasping for breath as he stands over you, looking down at you with a mixture of satisfaction and disdain.

"You're quite the little toy," he says with a chuckle. "But don't think for a second that I'll let you go. I have plans for you, and you're not getting out of here alive."

Despite the danger, you can't help but feel a sense of perverse excitement at his words. Even though you know that you should be scared,

Ghost looks down at you with a mix of surprise, confusion, and amusement as you continue to plead with him. There's a hint of reluctance in his expression, but it's clear that he's intrigued by your offer.

"You're a strange one," he says, shaking his head slightly. "But I can't deny that you have a way with words. Maybe I'll keep you around for a while longer. But don't make the mistake of thinking that you're safe with me."

With that, he steps closer to you, his hands reaching out to grab your hair roughly and pull your head back. You gasp in surprise and pleasure as he leans in close to you, his hot breath on your neck as he whispers in your ear.

"You want to be mine, huh?" he says, his voice low and menacing. "Well then, let's see

what you're made of. If you want to stay here with me, you'll have to prove your worth. You'll have to do everything I ask of you and more. And you won't just be serving my pleasure. I have plans for you."

He lets go of your hair and takes a step back, looking at you with a dark intensity that makes your heart race with excitement and fear.

"I won't make any promises," he says. "But I'm willing to give this a shot. Let's see if you can handle what I have in store for you."

You can't help but feel a sense of thrill and anticipation at his words. Despite the danger and uncertainty, there's something about Ghost that draws you to him, and you know that you're willing to do whatever it takes to stay by his side, even if it means putting yourself in

Ghost grins wickedly as he sees the effect that he's having on you, reveling in the power that he holds over you. He continues to ravage your body with his rough thrusts, relishing the sound of your cries and moans.

"You want to be mine?" he growls. "Then prove it. Show me that you can take everything that I have to give."

He drives into you with more force than ever before, desperate to push you to the brink of sanity and beyond. You writhe and scream beneath him, caught up in the exquisite agony and pleasure that he's giving you.

And in that moment, you know that you're his. Completely, utterly, forever.

"I'm yours," you gasp out between moans. "Only yours. Do with me what you will."

Ghost grins wider at your words, feeling

a rush of excitement and pride at the power he holds over you. He reaches down to grip your wrists tightly, pinning them above your head as he continues to pound into you relentlessly.

"That's right," he growls. "You're mine now, and you'll do whatever I say. And I have plenty of plans for you, my little plaything."

Despite the danger and uncertainty, you can't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation about what's to come. You know that being with Ghost will be intense and all-consuming, but something in you is drawn to him and willing to do whatever it takes to stay by his side.

You writhe and scream beneath him, lost in the ecstasy of his touch and the knowledge that you belong to him now – body, mind, and soul.

Ghost groans in satisfaction as he collapses on top of you, his body heaving with exertion as he tries to catch his breath. His skin is slick with sweat, and his muscles are still quivering from the intensity of his orgasm.

For a moment, the two of you lay there in silence, basking in the afterglow of your intense encounter. Ghost's head is resting on your chest, and you can feel his hot breath against your skin as he slowly calms down.

Eventually, he lifts his head to look at you, his eyes full of a strange mixture of desire and dominance.

"You performed well," he says, his voice low and husky. "But don't think this means that you're off the hook. You belong to me now, and you'll do as I say. Understood?"

Despite the forcefulness of his words

Ghost is taken aback by your sudden show of affection, unused to such displays of emotion. He freezes for a moment, unsure of how to respond.

But then, slowly but surely, he relaxes in your embrace, allowing himself to bask in the warmth of your touch. His arms snake around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

"You love me?" he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "Why? After all that I've done to you, why would you feel that way?"

He sounds genuinely puzzled, as though the concept of someone caring about him is completely foreign to him. But even so, he can't deny the way that your words make him feel – a strange mixture of confusion, surprise, and maybe even a little bit of joy.

"I don't understand

"I don't understand it," he continues, his voice still quiet. "But... maybe that's okay. Maybe it doesn't matter so much why you love me, just that you do."

He pulls away from you slightly, looking up into your eyes.

"Thank you," he says, and there is a depth of emotion in his voice that you have never heard before. "For trusting me, for being mine. I will protect you, no matter what."

And with that, he leans in to claim your lips once more, this time with a tenderness that belies his usual hardness and coldness. In that moment, you know that despite everything, Ghost cares for you in his own way, and that there may be a future for the two of you after all.