#can’t stop playing degrees of lewdity help

[sleipliir]

I was so distracted I’m so sorry 😅💦

[mehbzz]

Started playing Degrees of Lewdity and it has consumed my life.

F!reader getting sold off by Bailey. 18+ nothing too smutty, alludes to noncon, Bailey being Bailey. stole the idea of Bailey calling reader 'treasure' from @angrelysimpping and one of their anons. it's just perfect and I've thought about it for days!

“I’m sorry, I don't have it.” nipping quickly back from the bathroom in nothing but your t-shirt and panties, the last thing you had expected to see at 3am was Bailey sitting on the edge of your bed.

Bailey looks unimpressed at your words and stands with a weary sigh.

“Please, I just–“ You don’t know what to say, distracted by the way he rolls his shoulder and takes another step towards you. You don’t notice he’s backing you up against the wall until your back hits it and you squeak in surprise.

You stutter, desperately racking your brain for something to say that might appease him. A momentary flash of hope giving you the confidence to look him in the eye as you remembered you had a date with Avery tomorrow.

“Tomorrow! I can give it to you tomorrow, please.”

He stops right in front of you and with the wall against your back you're effectively trapped. He's too close and it makes you face heat in a blush.

He twirls a curl of your hair around his finger idly.

“Tomorrow is a new week. You want to pay me tomorrow you owe me twice as much.”

You freeze panic thrumming through your veins. “I- I can't.”

He hums a smile twitching at the corner of his mouth. He leans forward and for a second you think he's going to kiss you but he turns at the last second letting his cheek brush just over yours as he leans into your ear. “Too bad.”

The hood is over your head before you can register what's happening. He's spinning you around and rope is wrapped painfully round your wrists, tying you hands behind your back.

He stops, the grip he has on your arms making you wince. “No fight this time? You finally learning your place?” He sounds wary underneath his smug tone as he clicks a collar and leash around your neck, but you don't react. You don'thave it in you to fight this time. You'd been accosted by Kylar on the way home and when you'd refused to go with him he'd pulled a knife on you. It had left you shaken, stressed and covered in a myriad of bruises.

“You know how this works, treasure.” He spins you back round to face him, breath forced from your lungs as he slams you back against the wall. The fear making you freeze, you try to stop the tears that are starting to trail down your cheeks.

“They asked for you specifically, seems your reputation is getting ahead of you.”

He brushes a finger up your exposed thigh and you whimper. It makes him still, hand curled around your bare thigh.

“You are a pretty little thing,” he leans closer pressing himself against you and you feel something hot and hard press against your thigh. He grips your hair tightly through the hood and yanks your head back hard. “Maybe I should have a taste myself, see what all the fuss is about.”

You're crying freely now harsh quick sobs as you try to catch your breath in the claustrophobic hood.

“Hush treasure. I don't know what they have planned for you but be good and I'm sure they won't hurt you too badly.”

He nuzzles into the side of your neck, inhaling deeply before stepping away and yanking you forward with the leash. “Let's go.”

You stumble instantly falling to your knees painfully, no doubt earning you fresh bruises. He tuts, yanking you up by the collar so hard you choke. He gives you a sharp tap to your jaw, not enough to genuinely hurt but hard enough to startle you into letting out a pained whimper. “Cute.” it’s mumbled quietly under his breath and you’re not sure you were supposed to hear it.

He drags you out the back of the orphanage; you can smell the lilies you planted as he pulls you through the garden and out into an alleyway.

You stumble over the uneven ground and trip again, landing painfully in the gravel, definitely slicing your knees on the sharp stones. He huffs in exasperation and kneels down beside you. “We don't have time for this.”

“I- I'm so-“

The slap is hard and takes you by surprise, making you bite down on your tongue. The copper tang of blood floods your mouth and you try pointlessly to fight back more tears.

He pulls you up and you stumble blindly on the gravel as you try to keep up.

“Walk, treasure. If I have to carry you you'll regret it.”

“Finally.” The impatient voice of a stranger echoes in front of you and a cold stab of fear twists your insides.

Bailey snarls as he brings you to an abrupt stop. “Watch your tone.” The stranger mumbles an apology but Bailey ignores it, letting go of your leash to grip your elbow. “Money.” Your face is throbbing painfully from Bailey’s slap and his hum of approval when someone steps forward and presumably hands him some cash sends a shiver of terror down your spine.

He shoves you forward with a sharp push between your shoulder blades and you yelp.

Before you hit the ground you smack into a warm chest that chuckles. The hands that caught you immediately sliding down to squeeze your ass, making you squirm unintentionally against the man holding you. The chuckle turns into a laugh, “eager isn't she?” he holds you flush against him, groping your ass once more before shoving you into the arms of someone behind him. You think it’s a woman, you can feel the softness of their breasts pressing against your back and sharp nails that scratch up your thighs to dip under your t-shirt tracing the hem of your panties. You can hardly feel it, you feel oddly disconnected from your body. Your heart is racing but you can feel yourself resigning to your fate. Your tears are drying up, leaving you hiccupping softly as the woman shushes you quietly.

“I want her back in one piece, no permanent damage.” The man scoffs, “Getting a little soft in your old age?” “She’s my highest earner,” Bailey sounds calm but you know him well enough to hear the tinge of anger in the way he bites his words. “Permanent damage will be repaid in kind.”

The woman holding you mutters something in a language you don’t understand and you are surprised when Bailey responds in the same. You think the woman is too as she tenses and you hear her swallow, her nails digging into your hips harshly. You’re dimly aware that it should hurt but you don’t even flinch, you feel exhausted. “We’re-“ “Don’t care.” Bailey’s voice sounds further away, and you’re hit with the foolish urge to call him back. He’s not going to help you, but in that instant he is the danger you’re used to and you feel suddenly terrified that he’s not there. “Put her in the car,” the strange man practically spits the words at his female companion, “the boss’ll be mad if we’re any later.”

You don’t make a sound as she pushes you into the back seat of a car, but the frozen knot in your chest loosens slightly and you start to cry again. “Relax, pet,” the man slides into the seat beside you, pulling you into his side and pushing his hand immediately between your thighs. You’re hyperventilating, stars dotting across your vision as he forcibly strokes you. You cry out as he shoves a finger inside you and he groans, “fuck you’re tight, no wonder the boss asked for you.” “Hurts” You’re going to pass out, the heat from the hood is stifling and does nothing to help your panicked breathing.

The man laughs “Hurts? Oh angel,” he cuddles you further into his side, finger still thrusting and stroking your sore walls “that’s the whole point.” He kisses the top of your head through the hood. The sound of his belt coming undone is the last thing you hear before everything fades to black…