/jp/ - Otaku Culture

shitty fanfic i wrote when bored and horny
"HEY! Let go o-" Alice's words were cut short as the stranger on her door grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her, covering her mouth. Alice felt completely powerless as the man gripped her wrist and mouth with alarming levels of strength. He ushered her into her own home. She heard more footsteps and then the door shut. And lock. And then she felt something prick her arm...
...
As she opened her eyes, she heard voices. She could see 4 blurry figures sitting on her couch. She rubbed her eyes, as it occurred to her that she wasn't tied up. "Look the girl's awake" said a voice. Words could barely escape Alice's mouth, but she managed to stutter her way into asking them who they were and why they were in her house.
"People are looking for us, miss. I hope it is okay for us to seek refuge at your place for a few days until the heat dies down? As for who we are, don't concern yourself with that."
"No, get out of my house!" said an angry Alice.
"Look boys! She says she's happy to have us here! What a hospitable... fiiine young lady!"
Alice winced. In her senses and afraid for her safety, she made a dash for the door, turning the handle - in vain. The four men laughed at her helplessness as she crumpled near the door, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Feeling trapped, bitch? your magic won't work, and each of us is four times stronger than your five feet frame so you better behave yourself, slut!"
"Now, don't be so uncouth, bro, that's no way to talk to such a... fiiiiine young lady!" said one of them, undressing her with his eyes.
"Shut up you fags. Hey, you, come here!" said a man with the big, scary face, covered in scars. Just looking at him would make anyone piss his pants.
Alice glared at the man. Angered over this disobedience, the man got up and walked towards a whimpering Alice, and slapped her with the back of his hand. Alice cried out in pain and fear. Then he held her chin, with perhaps too much power, as was evident on Alice's contorted face. The man put his face close to hers.
"Those are the terms of our stay here: we stay as long as we like, you cook us food and clean the place, and you can't leave. You let us use this house as though we own it. For as long as we are here, you are our maid, servant. And remember: "
The man reached into his pocket and drew a very fearsome knife, smelling of something Alice recognized to be blood.
"if you call any friends using telepathy or whatever i'll disable their magic the same way we did yours, kill them, and make you eat the body parts. Raw. Understood?"
...
"UNDERSTOOD, YOU WHORE?" he said, letting go of her chin and punching her in the stomach.
"y-Yes!" Alice managed to say.
"Good. Now go make dinner. And if you get any funny ideas with a knife in your hand, remember this: mine's bigger."
...
The men were stuffing their faces with Alice's homemade dinner.
"Thank you miss, this meal is great. You must work well under pressure."
"Th-thank you"
Alice was sitting in a corner of her own living room with her legs drawn close. Why did this happen? Why is she a prisoner in her own home?
"Oi, come here, lass!" Knowing better than to disobey orders like that, Alice got up and walked to the man who had called her. She stood near the table with her hands in tied in front of her.
"Y-yes?"
"Heard you was a maid, love."
"I don't understand you, sir"
"Didn't Big Brother tell ya? You a maid. A waitress."
"Eh?"
"What's that, bitch? you dumb or somoething?"
"Mi-mister, what can I do for you?"
"Ha! That's more like it. For starters, get me some more chicken."
Alice obliged. What a shameful situation.
...
"Now, miss, do you have drinks?"
"No, mister, I am sorry."
"Pfft, what a shame, a single young girl like you living alone and you don't have drinks? Do you spend all that time rubbing your clit or something? Hahahaha" He was the only one laughing.
"Hey, shut up and get the shit out"
The man took out a sack full of bottles.
Alice was handed a bottle of vodka and a bottle opener.
"Now, bitch, go get us some glasses, you're our bartender tonight. There's the ice box. If the drinks aren't cold I'll waterboard you with them."
Alice did as told. Helping men drink alcohol? That was so promiscuous, she thought. Her mother would kill her if she ever did that willingly.
...
Four glasses on the table, one of them still full. Looked like whoever this Big Brother was, didn't drink. Alice dared not meet eyes with him.
"Pour me another one, love. Do it real slow"
"Yes, sir."
Alice bent down to pour him the drink, a little too much. The man took his face close to hers. She felt his hot, alcohol-infused breath on her face. It made her uncomfortable, but her body was also behaving weirdly. The man

>>12325228
it was the cheese.