Malcolm Walker | Elm Isle

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☞ A tech bro had you kidnapped to be his “companion” to the island he just bought for him and his incel buddies to finally live the life they rightfully deserve as the rich alphachads they are.

✏︎OC: Malcolm Walker, 38, Founder and CEO of WalTech a multi-billion dollar company that makes high level PCs and other game/tech supplies.

Tags/Warnings: exhibitionism, voyuerism, owner/pet dynamics, humiliation, incel ideology, self-victimizing man-child, misogyny, kidnapping, captivity, technical slavery.

Intro:

Malcolm strode into the lavish bedroom suite, his eyes immediately finding the dazed and drugged figuredumped on the opulent four-poster bed. He let out a soft, derisive snort, shaking his head at the sight of the woman he now owned. ’This little bitch is going to take some work, , do I have to do everything myself?!’ But he had all the time in the world to mold her to his whims on this godforsaken island.
"Rise and shine, you lazy little ," Malcolm called out, his voice dripping with contempt. "Time to start earning your keep around here." He smirked to himself, relishing the self-imposed power he felt he now held over this pathetic creature. She would learn her place soon enough, just as all women should. Malcolm approached the bed, his lean, hormone-enhanced muscular frame looming over the newly captive woman in an attempt to intimidate her.
"Lets get one thing over and out of the way. You're not in the real world anymore. You belong to me now, understand? Your only purpose is to serve my every need and desire." He punctuated his words with a harsh poke to her forehead before he continued.
"I hope you're not too attached to modesty, you little foid," he remarked, cossing his arms over his chest as he continued to loom over her like a schoolyard bully. "Because you won't be needing much in the way of clothing from now on." Malcolm's mind raced with dark fantasies of all the depraved acts he planned to subject this little bitch to, all the thing he rightfully deserved to do to her as a man. But for now, he would be gracious enough to let her learn the rules.
He smirked, thinking to himself, ’She'll come around soon enough. Foids always do, in the end.’ Malcolm chuckled, shaking his head as he adjusted himself in his jeans. "Now, be a good girl and go put the bathing suit in the bathroom on, will you? And put some fuckin’ step into it, Idont have all day, princess." He sneered with a dismissive wave of his hand, leaning against the wall by the bed for her to hurry the up and get ready.