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A Mere Commodity

A Makarov x Reader Story

WARNING: Mature Content and Themes Within

It was not the first time your neighbourhood had seen this kind of brutality before, but it was certainly the first time that the raids had been organised!

Despite the fact the drug cartels passed through your village near the boarder with Nicaragua without much notice, this group seemed far too interested in checking out the locals. As they ripped through the small cheap housing of the region, everything was taken of value and anyone who attempted to stop them was shot. Their actions were all being watched and coordinated by a foreigner; his accent was unusual and unknown to you as you hid with your brother under the struts of your aunt’s house. You kept your brother close to you, fearful that he might run out and get shot or worse as the men were rounding up young women.

The figure coordinating the attack marched about the centre of the screaming village with the confidence of a soldier and the contented expression upon his face of a sadist. Every motion of his heavy boots seemed timed with another scream or gunshot as if he was the creator of each sound. You watched with your brother trembling in your grasp before your eyes began to focus on exactly what the leader was doing. He was not just strolling across the centre; he was facing your aunt’s house with his head looking slightly downward. He was looking at you two!

“Brother… in a minute I’m going to tell you to run and you’ve got to keep running to the next village. Don’t go anywhere else, tell them what’s happened and look for our uncle who should be working on the highway there. Don’t look back understand?” You did not want to give your suspicions, you did not want his head to be filled with various other instructions just the three basics – run to the next village, find uncle and don’t look back. As you spoke he trembled in your arms, his eyes watered from tears of fear and his breath as harsh and shaking as your own. He nodded with a gentle murmur and you knew he was fighting the need to ask what would happen to you, he was brave for such a thing and gently you kissed his head as you saw the figure’s details becoming clearer and his speed increase. “Now go.”

You moved with your brother, throwing yourself out of the hole with him underneath you for his protection before you flung him out towards the woodlands. As he galloped off in one direction you bolted to the side, away from the house and the direction you had assumed the predator to be coming. But as your feet kicked up the dirt and you darted across the ground, the rocks on the other side of the house scuffed under the tread of the boots with speed as his direction changed. He was running now, darting out to meet you and though it was inevitable you would be caught, the terror and the scream you uttered as his hand latched about your body was still primal and terrifying.

“NO! LET ME GO! NO!” You squealed and tried hard to kick your way free from his firm grip. But no matter how much you beat at him with your fists, bit his arms or tried to scratch at his face, his face remained stern and hard. You tried hard to wrestle your way from his grip as you watched your brother escape into the jungle but the moment he was out of sight and the various rag-tag gang of mercenaries following this strange man appeared nearby, the strength was gone. You’d done what you could to save your brother and hopefully he would get help to save everyone who was not being taken… but you knew there would be no hope for you.

When men took young women like yourself the reason was obvious and the fate obscene. You knew as you went slack in his arms and were carried off toward a parked truck with other young women that there would be no return. You would be sold off as a slave just like the rest and would pray every day to die before you reached your seller or client… you’d never get free unless you died. With that depressing scenario in mind you let your head drop as you were pushed into the truck and the other girls, all of them younger then you and some even younger then fifteen, clustered about you for strength. At their attention and their tears you found your heart hardening into rock as you knew that whatever strength remained must be used to keep them safe for as long as you could.

The truck’s journey was surprisingly calm but there was no opportunity for escape as a trio of cars followed with people inside that were eager killers. One of the few women older then you had decided to attempt the escape with her kid sister and forced her to jump out of the moving vehicle with her. Sadly the elder had survived and after receiving a harsh beating under the orders of the foreigner, been cast back into the truck… her sister though had fallen right under one of the cars and been granted freedom from this earth. Tears were wiped away quickly, egos were lost and no matter who or where they had come from in the village the other girls joined you in their new acceptance of a miserable fate and yet their determination to assist one another. When the truck came to a stop you stepped out with the wounded sister and without instructions from the men you turned to help your young charges out and let them hook around you like mother hen as you stared into the odd-coloured eyes of the commander.

“Sorry looking bunch… all of them too young to be of much use right now and worth more unmarked. Put the kids in the hut and keep them fed, quiet and calm… the two older girls are to go into my hut then I’ll let you have some fun with them.” The man with the odd-coloured eyes grunted in a disappointed tone as he grasped the sister by the chin and tilted her head back and forth, trying to see past her already swollen eyes to any beauty within. He was not finding what he wanted as he looked at her and when she had the gall to spit into his face, his black-gloved hand clapped about her face with an audible snap before he shook his head. “On second thought, go ahead and do what you want with this one… she needs a bit more discipline.”

You lurched to grasp her and protect her as the men came over. They gripped the sister by the arms, bending them back as she screamed and kicked out with her bloodied legs much to the amusement of her captors. The younger girls clustered around you now with fresh tears in their eyes and you did your best to kiss them all and calm them down, to tell them that they would be given food and a chance to rest. It was a pitiful attempt to give them hope but under your instructions they made no fuss as they were led away, but you found yourself standing alone in barely a t-shirt and shorts beneath the harsh expression of the bemused foreigner with his cruel manner.

“A better attitude.” He stated with a grunt, casting away a cigarette from between his fingers; you had not recalled him smoking it whilst checking you all over but with it down to the butt you had assumed he’d been holding it in case. The idea of him using that as some kind of a weapon was a horrific thought; you would not put such a violent act past this terrifying creature. He was staring at you with interest now, his eyes flickering with malevolence that made your skin crawl and you remained frozen in terror as his hand grasped your chin and he tilted your head back and forth. You wanted to keep your eyes closed from it all, but his strange coloured eyes kept you hypnotized and you did not resist out of fear as he even dared to squeeze your cheeks to make you open your mouth. “Healthy teeth too, do you have a name girl?”

“It’s _____...” You spoke but to your surprise his hand clapped across your face and you gave a quick sharp squeak at the pain. You stared at him with a new kind of upset and horror, something that you would not expect to feel as you had done as he asked! But he had been playing with you and despite the wish to escape from this; you felt the control of this terrifying creature and could not. The stranger grasped your throat this time pinching so that your arms automatically grabbed at his wrists but you found yourself bending down onto your knees. He stared you down into this position, his free hand suddenly grasping at your cheeks again so that he could stare down at you on your knees with your mouth open. You could have screamed as you realised the sick image he was letting slip into his mind, but what could you do?

“Your name doesn’t matter… whoever you were is dead; if you want to stay alive you’ve got to do what you’re told without fuss. If you want the little girls to live, you’ll behave yourself. Now be a good little dog and give me a bark to say you understand what Master Markarov has told you, alright little bitch?” The moment he gave you the instructions you understood the need for humiliation in front of the other soldiers and also just how dangerous your situation was. Already the wish to be dead was starting to echo in your mind as you were kept on your knees and wanted to burst into tears already. However, the moment you hesitated his eyes flickered toward the other girl who was being hurt by the men and when he did so the men froze. They looked toward him and then toward you and as he turned to look at you again with his green eye flashing with something sickening, you realised his threats on the others were true.

“Bark – Bark.”

“What a good girl... now you’ll come with me and we’ll see just what you’re worth.” Makarov chuckled gently, his voice suddenly split with the most horrendous grin you could ever imagine seeing on a living human. He beckoned you after him with a wiggle of his finger and willingly you stood up and paced toward him, your head low and your eyes watering with tears. But Markarov paused for a moment to click his fingers and point for the other girl to be put in with the other kids, despite how irritated his subordinates looked. You almost appreciated that fact until you followed him into the boring and plain hut he had to himself. There was one bed, an army style bunk and the floor was cracking wood with all the signs of rodents and insects. You felt sick but you had no choice but to follow him in.

The door shut firmly behind you and before you could even prepare yourself for what you feared, a hand grabbed the back of your neck and you were thrown against a wall. You gave a shriek but tried hard not to cry at your bloodied nose or your fear at the gentle chuckles coming from the man that had hurt you. But upon seeing your resolve not to cry he pulled you toward his bunk and firmly sat you in his lap before stroking at the red mark on your face. His motions were surprisingly tender, but your fear remained and you would give no hint of pleasure or appreciation for anything he did.

“You’re smarter then your friends… it’s dangerous to be smart but you were careful and willing to humiliate yourself. I had pegged you as trouble from the way you saved that little boy, but somehow I don’t think you care enough about yourself to kick up a fuss.” He growled almost playfully at the sight of the blood from your nose. He could understand you wanted to cry and he was touched you were able to hold in the sobs that were desperately raking your breath. You wanted to leap away but he was telling the truth and you really could not build up the energy or the power to just fall off of his lap.

Delicately his fingers stroked your collar bone in fascination and you winced as he pushed his rough chin against your neck and breathed tobacco-ridden air over your neck. Naturally your body responded by forming Goosebumps and making you shudder, but it was not a pleasurable sensation and you bit down on your lip to cut out any kind of tears that might try and escape. Makarov noted your attempt but chose to ignore it as he stretched his hand up under your shirt and under your bra to cup one of your breasts. Automatically you gave a little weak noise of distress at the sensation of his burning, grubby hand upon your tender flesh. He responded with a laugh and you could feel from the stubble on his chin that his face had split into that hideous grin as his cruelty encouraged him to pinch his fingers over your delicate little nipple so had that you could not stop yourself from screaming at him.

“It’s always going to be painful girl… you’ll have to learn to block it all out much better. Already you’re trying hard to think that I’m not here, that this is not real and you’ll need that if you want to live. You’ll need to give up your uniqueness and learn to survive as a husky of your former self… soulless but not lifeless.” He hissed down your ear and this time it felt as though a knife had just sliced through your mind to shatter your control. Your tears began to fall and you could not hold back the sob as he released your breast and instead began to shift your shorts about. You could only imagine what was going to happen next, but what did happen was completely unexpected. “Now you’re going to close your eyes and pretend to sleep, then when I tell you to leave… you’re going to get out of this hut and run into the jungle to wait for whomever you sent for help. Understand?”

“Yes.” You stated nervously, suddenly confused and afraid for what this man was really planning or thinking. Still, you had no choice but to agree and just hope that he was not playing you for a fool. He pulled you onto the bed and locked his arms around you as he forced you to lie down; though his body was pressed against yours and he’d pulled your shorts down a little to indicate something might have been done, he did nothing. He breathed over your neck and just seemed instead to enjoy the sensation of holding your form against his as you sucked in air to calm your sobbing and tried to pretend to sleep. Hours later it was pitch black outside and he woke you up and told you to leave… despite the fact you wanted to save the other girls you could not risk this strange show of kindness from the predatory creature. He simply stood in the doorway of his hut with a cigarette in his mouth, watching you run off as if he were bored once again.

Description
A Mere Commodity

A Makarov x Reader Story

WARNING: Mature Content and Themes Within

It was not the first time your neighbourhood had seen this kind of brutality before, but it was certainly the first time that the raids had been organised!

Despite the fact the drug cartels passed through your village near the boarder with Nicaragua without much notice, this group seemed far too interested in checking out the locals. As they ripped through the small cheap housing of the region, everything was taken of value and anyone who attempted to stop them was shot. Their actions were all being watched and coordinated by a foreigner; his accent was unusual and unknown to you as you hid with your brother under the struts of your aunt’s house. You kept your brother close to you, fearful that he might run out and get shot or worse as the men were rounding up young women.

The figure coordinating the attack marched about the centre of the screaming village with the confidence of a soldier and the contented expression upon his face of a sadist. Every motion of his heavy boots seemed timed with another scream or gunshot as if he was the creator of each sound. You watched with your brother trembling in your grasp before your eyes began to focus on exactly what the leader was doing. He was not just strolling across the centre; he was facing your aunt’s house with his head looking slightly downward. He was looking at you two!

“Brother… in a minute I’m going to tell you to run and you’ve got to keep running to the next village. Don’t go anywhere else, tell them what’s happened and look for our uncle who should be working on the highway there. Don’t look back understand?” You did not want to give your suspicions, you did not want his head to be filled with various other instructions just the three basics – run to the next village, find uncle and don’t look back. As you spoke he trembled in your arms, his eyes watered from tears of fear and his breath as harsh and shaking as your own. He nodded with a gentle murmur and you knew he was fighting the need to ask what would happen to you, he was brave for such a thing and gently you kissed his head as you saw the figure’s details becoming clearer and his speed increase. “Now go.”

You moved with your brother, throwing yourself out of the hole with him underneath you for his protection before you flung him out towards the woodlands. As he galloped off in one direction you bolted to the side, away from the house and the direction you had assumed the predator to be coming. But as your feet kicked up the dirt and you darted across the ground, the rocks on the other side of the house scuffed under the tread of the boots with speed as his direction changed. He was running now, darting out to meet you and though it was inevitable you would be caught, the terror and the scream you uttered as his hand latched about your body was still primal and terrifying.

“NO! LET ME GO! NO!” You squealed and tried hard to kick your way free from his firm grip. But no matter how much you beat at him with your fists, bit his arms or tried to scratch at his face, his face remained stern and hard. You tried hard to wrestle your way from his grip as you watched your brother escape into the jungle but the moment he was out of sight and the various rag-tag gang of mercenaries following this strange man appeared nearby, the strength was gone. You’d done what you could to save your brother and hopefully he would get help to save everyone who was not being taken… but you knew there would be no hope for you.

When men took young women like yourself the reason was obvious and the fate obscene. You knew as you went slack in his arms and were carried off toward a parked truck with other young women that there would be no return. You would be sold off as a slave just like the rest and would pray every day to die before you reached your seller or client… you’d never get free unless you died. With that depressing scenario in mind you let your head drop as you were pushed into the truck and the other girls, all of them younger then you and some even younger then fifteen, clustered about you for strength. At their attention and their tears you found your heart hardening into rock as you knew that whatever strength remained must be used to keep them safe for as long as you could.

The truck’s journey was surprisingly calm but there was no opportunity for escape as a trio of cars followed with people inside that were eager killers. One of the few women older then you had decided to attempt the escape with her kid sister and forced her to jump out of the moving vehicle with her. Sadly the elder had survived and after receiving a harsh beating under the orders of the foreigner, been cast back into the truck… her sister though had fallen right under one of the cars and been granted freedom from this earth. Tears were wiped away quickly, egos were lost and no matter who or where they had come from in the village the other girls joined you in their new acceptance of a miserable fate and yet their determination to assist one another. When the truck came to a stop you stepped out with the wounded sister and without instructions from the men you turned to help your young charges out and let them hook around you like mother hen as you stared into the odd-coloured eyes of the commander.

“Sorry looking bunch… all of them too young to be of much use right now and worth more unmarked. Put the kids in the hut and keep them fed, quiet and calm… the two older girls are to go into my hut then I’ll let you have some fun with them.” The man with the odd-coloured eyes grunted in a disappointed tone as he grasped the sister by the chin and tilted her head back and forth, trying to see past her already swollen eyes to any beauty within. He was not finding what he wanted as he looked at her and when she had the gall to spit into his face, his black-gloved hand clapped about her face with an audible snap before he shook his head. “On second thought, go ahead and do what you want with this one… she needs a bit more discipline.”

You lurched to grasp her and protect her as the men came over. They gripped the sister by the arms, bending them back as she screamed and kicked out with her bloodied legs much to the amusement of her captors. The younger girls clustered around you now with fresh tears in their eyes and you did your best to kiss them all and calm them down, to tell them that they would be given food and a chance to rest. It was a pitiful attempt to give them hope but under your instructions they made no fuss as they were led away, but you found yourself standing alone in barely a t-shirt and shorts beneath the harsh expression of the bemused foreigner with his cruel manner.

“A better attitude.” He stated with a grunt, casting away a cigarette from between his fingers; you had not recalled him smoking it whilst checking you all over but with it down to the butt you had assumed he’d been holding it in case. The idea of him using that as some kind of a weapon was a horrific thought; you would not put such a violent act past this terrifying creature. He was staring at you with interest now, his eyes flickering with malevolence that made your skin crawl and you remained frozen in terror as his hand grasped your chin and he tilted your head back and forth. You wanted to keep your eyes closed from it all, but his strange coloured eyes kept you hypnotized and you did not resist out of fear as he even dared to squeeze your cheeks to make you open your mouth. “Healthy teeth too, do you have a name girl?”

“It’s _____...” You spoke but to your surprise his hand clapped across your face and you gave a quick sharp squeak at the pain. You stared at him with a new kind of upset and horror, something that you would not expect to feel as you had done as he asked! But he had been playing with you and despite the wish to escape from this; you felt the control of this terrifying creature and could not. The stranger grasped your throat this time pinching so that your arms automatically grabbed at his wrists but you found yourself bending down onto your knees. He stared you down into this position, his free hand suddenly grasping at your cheeks again so that he could stare down at you on your knees with your mouth open. You could have screamed as you realised the sick image he was letting slip into his mind, but what could you do?

“Your name doesn’t matter… whoever you were is dead; if you want to stay alive you’ve got to do what you’re told without fuss. If you want the little girls to live, you’ll behave yourself. Now be a good little dog and give me a bark to say you understand what Master Markarov has told you, alright little bitch?” The moment he gave you the instructions you understood the need for humiliation in front of the other soldiers and also just how dangerous your situation was. Already the wish to be dead was starting to echo in your mind as you were kept on your knees and wanted to burst into tears already. However, the moment you hesitated his eyes flickered toward the other girl who was being hurt by the men and when he did so the men froze. They looked toward him and then toward you and as he turned to look at you again with his green eye flashing with something sickening, you realised his threats on the others were true.

“Bark – Bark.”

“What a good girl... now you’ll come with me and we’ll see just what you’re worth.” Makarov chuckled gently, his voice suddenly split with the most horrendous grin you could ever imagine seeing on a living human. He beckoned you after him with a wiggle of his finger and willingly you stood up and paced toward him, your head low and your eyes watering with tears. But Markarov paused for a moment to click his fingers and point for the other girl to be put in with the other kids, despite how irritated his subordinates looked. You almost appreciated that fact until you followed him into the boring and plain hut he had to himself. There was one bed, an army style bunk and the floor was cracking wood with all the signs of rodents and insects. You felt sick but you had no choice but to follow him in.

The door shut firmly behind you and before you could even prepare yourself for what you feared, a hand grabbed the back of your neck and you were thrown against a wall. You gave a shriek but tried hard not to cry at your bloodied nose or your fear at the gentle chuckles coming from the man that had hurt you. But upon seeing your resolve not to cry he pulled you toward his bunk and firmly sat you in his lap before stroking at the red mark on your face. His motions were surprisingly tender, but your fear remained and you would give no hint of pleasure or appreciation for anything he did.

“You’re smarter then your friends… it’s dangerous to be smart but you were careful and willing to humiliate yourself. I had pegged you as trouble from the way you saved that little boy, but somehow I don’t think you care enough about yourself to kick up a fuss.” He growled almost playfully at the sight of the blood from your nose. He could understand you wanted to cry and he was touched you were able to hold in the sobs that were desperately raking your breath. You wanted to leap away but he was telling the truth and you really could not build up the energy or the power to just fall off of his lap.

Delicately his fingers stroked your collar bone in fascination and you winced as he pushed his rough chin against your neck and breathed tobacco-ridden air over your neck. Naturally your body responded by forming Goosebumps and making you shudder, but it was not a pleasurable sensation and you bit down on your lip to cut out any kind of tears that might try and escape. Makarov noted your attempt but chose to ignore it as he stretched his hand up under your shirt and under your bra to cup one of your breasts. Automatically you gave a little weak noise of distress at the sensation of his burning, grubby hand upon your tender flesh. He responded with a laugh and you could feel from the stubble on his chin that his face had split into that hideous grin as his cruelty encouraged him to pinch his fingers over your delicate little nipple so had that you could not stop yourself from screaming at him.

“It’s always going to be painful girl… you’ll have to learn to block it all out much better. Already you’re trying hard to think that I’m not here, that this is not real and you’ll need that if you want to live. You’ll need to give up your uniqueness and learn to survive as a husky of your former self… soulless but not lifeless.” He hissed down your ear and this time it felt as though a knife had just sliced through your mind to shatter your control. Your tears began to fall and you could not hold back the sob as he released your breast and instead began to shift your shorts about. You could only imagine what was going to happen next, but what did happen was completely unexpected. “Now you’re going to close your eyes and pretend to sleep, then when I tell you to leave… you’re going to get out of this hut and run into the jungle to wait for whomever you sent for help. Understand?”

“Yes.” You stated nervously, suddenly confused and afraid for what this man was really planning or thinking. Still, you had no choice but to agree and just hope that he was not playing you for a fool. He pulled you onto the bed and locked his arms around you as he forced you to lie down; though his body was pressed against yours and he’d pulled your shorts down a little to indicate something might have been done, he did nothing. He breathed over your neck and just seemed instead to enjoy the sensation of holding your form against his as you sucked in air to calm your sobbing and tried to pretend to sleep. Hours later it was pitch black outside and he woke you up and told you to leave… despite the fact you wanted to save the other girls you could not risk this strange show of kindness from the predatory creature. He simply stood in the doorway of his hut with a cigarette in his mouth, watching you run off as if he were bored once again.