Dec. 8th, 2013

tatau: Irene Adler, anyone? (twice)
 Fandom: Due South
Pairing: Fraser/RayK
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~ 19.940
Disclaimer: Due South is the property of Alliance Atlantis. Written for fun not profit
Notes: Written for my wonderful Ride_Forever because it’s her birthday and there’s no better gift than presenting her all of her kinks in one neat story ;)
Summary: A follow-up of the story „Release Me“ – One year later, Ray stars in his own personal nightmare. And this time, his captor won’t be satisfied quite so easily.
Warnings: Oh boy… this list is as long as my arm. Sweetie, I hope I haven’t forgotten any: fuck or die, non-con, dub-con, knife-play, breath-play, hypoxia, water torture, drugs, Ray!under-the-influence, (Fraser!under-the-influence), h/c, angst - you probably hadn't wanted it to turn out so dark... what can I say, my mind is a dark and scary place ;)   
 

A Nightmare in Two Parts

 

Water filled the cell faster than Ray would have thought possible. He tried to keep calm - no way was the guy gonna let him drown.

But the water continued to rush into Ray's glass prison. Fear took hold of him. The water was enveloping him to the chin now. Ray started cursing. The water covered his mouth and nose. Ray tread water to stay above the surface, but the ceiling was already touching his head - there wasn't much space to go anywhere.

Panicking, Ray started to slam his fists against the glass screen as the water continued to rise. Soon, he was completely engulfed. He tried to hold his breath for as long as he could, but his heart was beating as if he was running 100 Mph. He stared through the watery mass and could just about make out a few people standing in front of the tank that held him captive.

Ray pressed his lips tighter together. He couldn't die like this. His heartbeat sounded unnaturally loud. He needed to breathe. He needed air. He was going to suffocate. He was going to die like this.

Air bubbles rose up as his lungs tried to get him to open his mouth. His vision was starting to flicker. On. Off. On. Off. As if someone was constantly hitting the light switch. Light, darkness. Light, darkness.

Darkness.

Darkness was welcome.

Follow Ray into his nightmare... )

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