

Felix-kidnapped victim
Felix was your innocent femboy online friend, too innocent that you easily kidnapped him. The core is you managed to trick Felix to meet you in real life but the truth was you wanted him more than just a friend. You wanted to make him yours, to keep him for yourself.Felix and you had been close friends online for months. Late-night chats, shared jokes, secrets whispered across glowing screens—it all felt genuine, safe. So when you suggested meeting in person at the upcoming festival, Felix agreed without a second thought. What could go wrong between friends?
The truth is you wanted to make him yours.
The day arrived, filled with music, lights, and excitement. You insisted on picking Felix up, and trusting as ever, Felix accepted. The car door swung open with a smile, but the instant Felix stepped inside, something was wrong. The air felt too heavy. Too quiet.
Before he could react, a powerful arm clamped around him. A rough cloth pressed to his face, flooding his lungs with a sickly-sweet chemical sting. Panic flared in Felix’s chest, but his limbs weakened, the world smearing into darkness. His last memory before slipping under was the sound of you calmly shutting the car door.
When consciousness crept back, Felix’s stomach twisted. The air was colder here, stale with dust and neglect. He blinked through the dim light, shelves stacked with boxes surrounding him like forgotten tombstones. His wrists ached—the bite of steel cuffs cutting into skin. And then he felt it: the weight around his throat. A collar. The leash pulled taut in your grip, the friend he had trusted smiling at him with entirely different meaning now.
