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y0ucanbemydaddy · 2 months

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Konig with reader that tends to run away

Konig expected you to try and run when he first took you but he never expected you to try and run 32 times!

And yes, he counted

The first time you tried you really didn’t get far, he had left the basement door unlocked on accident and you saw it as a chance to get away

It wasn’t till you got till the front door only to see a huge padlock!

He grabbed you in a matter a second and dragged you back down to the basement, he didn’t punish you for a couple of reasons

One, he wanted you to love him because you wanted to not because you were scared and two, he seriously did expect you to try and run so he wasn’t very mad. Plus he got you before even making it out of the door

Then the second time you tried to run you asked him to cuddle, and how could he ever say no to that! He really believed that you were warming up to him or you were just really lonely but whatever

So obviously he started to cuddle you with his arms wrapped around you and his face burrowed into your chest

Little did he know you basically pick pocketed him to get your hands on the pretty little key that you keeping you from freedom

It took a couple weeks but he left the door unlocked again

At this point you might have thought he was doing it on purpose, at this point he deserves you running away

You got all the away to the door completely safe, you even got to unlock the door! Only to be spotted and thrown back down to the basement

And he definitely was a little heartbroken you only cuddled him to get the key but he was also a little turned on that you were you smart enough to think of something so sneaky

It continued like this for the next 30 tries

One time you got up there to find he had put like 3 new locks

Another time you got upstairs to find him in a chair just watching the basement door like a creep

He just wanted to make sure you were safe( read as “making sure you didn’t get out”)

But through all this he had yet to punish you

He wanted to love you gently and kindly but you were pushing his god damn buttons

It was only until you actually got outside, you had picked so many locks, stolen so many keys

You finally got outside, at first you didn’t move from the front porch. You just stood there and thought, like really thought for what you realize was the first time you really took in your situation

You were standing on the porch of a house in the middle of nowhere

What looked like thousands of miles of trees surrounded the house, no matter where you look you can’t spot a road or anything similar to one

How long had you been there? A couple weeks? A couple months? A year? More?

You had no way of telling. You felt the sweet summer air fill your lungs and then realized it was fall when you were last outside

Had it really been that long? Was anyone even still looking for you? Was anyone even looking in the first place?

You feel the sting of tears in your eyes, you quickly wipe them away though. You don’t have time for that you need to get far away

You already wasted enough time thinking about fall that you should have used to get far far far away

It doesn’t take much longer for you to take off, your lungs quickly starting to burn, you haven’t had much movement in the time you had been taken. Only the many times you tried to escape but other then that you hadn’t done much but sit in the basement and reassure a over grown baby that you loved him and didn’t want to leave him

That doesn’t matter now, all that matter is running. Getting away is all you should be thinking of

You really think you could do it this time. You think that you must be pretty far away you try to keep going but your running slows

Until you hear it, the sound of something heavy running not to far behind you

You want to convince yourself it’s a deer or another animal but you know exactly what it is

You pick up your speed and try not to look behind you but you can imagine the hooded man only a couple inches behind you

It was stupid to think you could out run him, a pathetic little thing like you? No chance.

It doesn’t take very long until you feel his muscular arms wrap around you tightly

“Didn’t get very far did you huh maus?” Konig says teasingly

That’s something he said often when he would catch you, it made you unexplainably angry but this time it just made you more confused then anything?

What didn’t he mean? you thought you got pretty far?

He was only till he turned around with you still tightly wrapped up in his arms that you saw it

You where only maybe 70 feet away from the house

You could still see the damn house clear as day! But that wasn’t the worse part

The worst part was konig whispering all the horrible things he was gonna do to you little body the second you both got home<3

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izalemon · 1 year

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Yandere Fathers x Abused Adopted Child/Teen Reader

This is more of a word barf, I couldn’t get platonic yanderes off my mind and am a sucker for forced father yanderes, so why not two?! I mainly got inspired by a bunch of platonic Yandere Erasermic x Child Reader posts, but as you know I’m not one for making fanfictions so I made some OC’s, but you can imagine anyone as these characters.

Warnings: kidnapping, implied stalking, forced physical affection, past abuse, implied violence(not reader), wrote this on a whim, didn’t take it too seriously

You felt like you had been here for years when in reality it have been more like a few months. You were simply on your way to school one day when you were suddenly shoved into a van and had your mouth and nose covered with a towel and a strange liquid on it that made you pass out almost immediately.

When you woke you were in a room you did not recognize with a chain around your ankle that linked to the wall. It allowed only enough mobility for you to be able to walked around the room you were in and inside the restroom.

You began to panic and tears started selling up in your eyes. You thought you were in a human trafficking situation and that people would sell your body or organs.

Your crying drew the attention of your captors who, once entering the room, saw you having a full on panic attack in the doorway between the bedroom and bathroom, holding on the the door frame for support.

They rushed over to you and immediately tried consoling you, but you just pushed them away crying, begging for them not to hurt you.

“Oh no baby, please don’t think that, we could never do such a thing to you.” The one closest to you said.

“We just want to protect you.” Said the other.

You didn’t believe them. Your crying never subsided and your chest felt so tight due to the panic. You never thought you would be thinking this, but you wanted to go back to your home with your family.

Eventually, once you calmed down, they brought you back to the bed where they explained everything to you. Apparently they were a married couple who desperately wanted a child of their own, they were planning on going the traditional route and adopting one, but once they saw you they just knew they had to have you.

They saw how your biological family treated you, hitting you for the smallest mistake, screaming at you that you were dumb and worthless if you came home with any grade other than an A. They decided to finally ‘save’ you once they saw that you had cried yourself to sleep nearly every night that past week.

“We just want to help you honey, I know it can be scary, having all of this change happen so suddenly, but we did it for your own good. People need to think that you’re dead so that nobody will take you away from us.” One of them said, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear and resting his forehead against yours. He had done most of the talking, the other one reminded mainly silent.

You couldn’t tell if they were telling the truth or not. You were so confused and your judgment was so clouded that it was difficult for you to think at all.

From that moment forward you were their ‘daughter/son/child.’ They didn’t expect much from you, just to relax and enjoy being away from your abusive conditions, but to be honest you felt as if these conditions were just as abusive.

They were so gentle with you and made sure not to hurt you in any way. However, not wanting to hurt you, they were very adamant on physical affection. They coddled you endlessly, one more than the other.

They had been so caught up in making sure you were alright for the first week that they had forgotten to give you their names. They introduced themselves as Philip and Edwin, but they hoped that you would call them ‘father’ and ‘dad.’

Philip was the most affectionate. He would always cuddle you and talk to you non stop it felt like. He insisted on spoon feeding you which was humiliating but he saw it as bonding.

Edwin was more reserved but just as obsessed as his husband. He loved you dearly and he often came into your room which you were still bound to to help heal your cuts and bruises you gave yourself while you were still frantic and trying to escape.

Sometimes you would cry yourself to sleep at night, wishing you could go back to your normal life and see your friends again. If they heard your cries the two would immediately come inside and make sure you were okay. During these times the three of you would often fall asleep together, with you in the middle of course.

Your daily routine consisted of you laying in bed all day and only getting up to go to the restroom. The two would bring you three meals a day and any snack you asked for, although you still have yet to ask anything of them, not wanting to seem as though you’re accepting the situation. They gave you a notebook and some puzzles to entertain yourself with while they were away, but they mainly wanted to spend most of their time with you.

Edwin didn’t talk much but he would ask you simple questions, because although they know you well, they still have so much to learn! Sometimes Philip would come in in the middle of the night and just sit next to you and watch over you while you slept.

The two loved you so much, they would do anything for you.

After around a month and a half they decided to let you roam around the house, which was a lot bigger than you had anticipated, the two obviously had a large sum of money. They only let you roam if you agreed to not try and run away from them, which you agreed to. They were two fully grown men and you were just a kid, they could easily outrun and overpower you.

You were far too scared of them to disobey or resist them. You only showed your discomfort through small whimpers and freezing up whenever they go close to you. You were so scared that they’d snap one day and hit you or worse.

It took a little bit to get used to walking again. Your legs felt numb and you’d often fall over, in which case they’d run up to you and check for any bleeding and bruising.

As time went by and they saw how obedient you were, they let you have more and more privileges. Starting with being able to watch tv, to letting you have supervised time on your phone, even to allowing you an their backyard so you could have some time outside, while they watched over you of course.

They were happy you were so obedient but they knew it was out of fear. They did everything in their power to make you feel comfortable around them, but it’s hard to be comfortable around the people who forced to into a cage.

You never messed up once, hoping that eventually they’d either let you go or that your privileges would extend to a point where you’d easily be able to slip away from them at some point.

One say you were working on a puzzle in the living room while the two of them sat beside you watching what was on tv. You got up to get a drink but accidentally dropped the glass causing it to shatter. This was the first time you had done something that would be considered ‘bad’ and in your old home you’d either get yelled at or slapped because of it depending of your parents mood.

The two of them heard the crash and rushed to the kitchen, only to find you staring at them in shock while tears started forming in your eyes.

What if they thought you did it on purpose out of rebellion? If your own real parents hit you because of something like this then how would your captors react?

You backed up slightly out of fear and stepped on a sharp shard, making you yelp.

“Ow! I-I…I’m sorry…I-*sniff* I didn’t mean to…” You started panicking and a few tears started to stream down your face.

“Oh baby, stop walking, you’re hurt.” Philip said as he walked over to you, carful to avoid the glass. But as he reached out for you you flinched away, thinking he would hit you.

He paused. What kind of a monster would do this to you that you’d even be afraid of someone wanting to help you. It made him and Edwin furious, but they didn’t let it show right now.

Philip picked you up and sat you on the counter, the bottom of your foot was practically flowing out blood like it was a faucet. You started really crying now that you felt the pain.

Edwin worked on cleaning the mess up while Philip cleaned you up.

“Shh, shh, I know it hurts honey but just bare with it.” He said to you gently as he disinfected the wound.

Eventually the three of you found yourselves on the couch again. You leaned you back against Philip’s chest while Edwin helped yo wrap your foot as gently as possible.

“You should be more careful, cutting your bare foot can lead to serious infections.” Edwin told you matter of factly.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered.

“He’s just looking out for you sweetie.” Philip chimed in. “It’s because we love you.”

That night, after the two of them put you to bed, they decided to make a trip to your previous ‘guardians’ if they can even call them that, and paid them a visit. They came back that morning with suspicious blood spatters on their cloths and made sure you didn’t watch the news for the next week or so.

They wouldn’t want their precious child to be scared of them after all would they?

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pumpkinspiceshiplover · 3 months

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Shigaraki: We have your freinds! If you ever want to see them again do as we say or-

Monoma: No you don't. All my classmates are right here having a movie night.

Shigaraki: I meant your other freinds.

Monoma: Shinsou?

Shigaraki: No the other ones.

Monoma: Hatsume?

Shigaraki: Damm you have a lot of freinds, and no the other other ones .

Monoma: .... Vlad?

Shigaraki: No!

Monoma: Then who?

Shigaraki: The other 20 students in the Hero Course!

Monoma: Oh you mean Class 1A? First of All we aren't freinds. And Second you can keep them.

(Hangs Up)

Shigaraki: Hello? Hello? He hung up on me!

Deku: I told you they wouldn't come save us.

(Class 1B hearing the news that 1A got captured)

Edit: This is now one of my most liked posts you guys!!! Thank you!!!

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theflowerrooms · 11 months

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His Game • Ch. 4 • return to ch. 3 • Spencer’s masterlist

Purple Stars

Dark!Spencer Reid x Reader • a kidnapping fic

Chapter Warnings: Kidnapping, Abusive behaviour, possessive and manipulative behaviour, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of assault, mentions of murder

Chapter Summary: a daunting bruise, a lonesome week, a movie, and a kiss.

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Your shoulders were cold, white blankets shrugged halfway off your body during your rest, you inched toward the warmth next to you, leaning back into it until the heat source wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you back slightly. With a jolt, you sat up, staring at Spencer next to you as his arm fell limp from your body and he pushed his face further into the pillows, hair flopping over his face.

He was still wearing the clothes he returned in, fitted pants and a pale blue button up, it wasn't tucked in all the way and the top few buttons undone, tie thrown carelessly on the floor next to your shoes. You took notice of the fact that he slept above the covers rather than under them, with you, and something in you lightened at the respect of boundaries you weren't sure you could place.

Then, you took notice of the fact that you were entirely naked, cold body littered in goosebumps. You were suddenly terribly grateful for Spencer sleeping above the covers with his work clothes on. You thanked him mentally but wouldn't thank him more.

You scooted off the bed, hissing quietly when the floor touched your feet. It was always colder in the mornings, or at least what felt like morning. You put on the slippers placed at the side of the bed you slept on most and stood clumsily. And grabbed a big gray t-shirt and blue pyjama shorts, hiding yourself in the slightly oversized clothes before you made your way across the room.

Quickly, your eyes found the desk in the corner of the room, found Spencer's belt, Spencer's gun. Your nose ached at the sight of it. You looked at Spencer. You looked back at the gun. No.

The bathroom door shut behind you louder than you wanted it to. You didn't want to wake Spencer up. A deep breath, pressing the back of your head to the door and listening carefully, no movement as far as you could tell.

It took a surprising amount of energy to move off the door and to the sink, your head kind of hurt, and from the puffy eyes above a giant dark purple welt on your face, you knew why. You brushed your teeth, you didn't feel like it, the taste of the toothpaste made you gag for reasons you didn't understand but didn't care enough to reflect on. You spat the toothpaste into the sink and left the faucet running to dip your head under and rinse out your mouth. The water was refreshing, clean, filtered.

You stood straight and stared yourself in the face. You didn't recognize yourself. Your eyes were swollen from a night of crying before you slept. Then there was the dark, daunting bruise that spanned from the arch of your left cheek to the bridge of your nose. The mark didn't look the way you expected it too, it was much larger and deeper than any contact wounds you'd seen inflicted by guns. You assumed that the lack of proper eating or any sunlight was responsible for your weak skin and body.

You sat on the counter, facing the mirror and looked at it closer. Bright swirls of purple, pink, and black right under your eye, the skin there a rougher texture than the rest from the physical trauma. The soft freckles that lived on your skin were differently coloured, a dark purple outlined by pinkish veins. It looked like a painting, like a midnight sky filled with an array of constellations and stars.

You covered the bruise as well as you could with your hand and stared into your other eye. Bloodshot and irritated, red skin and fat eyelids. Eyelashes stuck together at the end corner of your eye. You couldn't allow yourself to romanticize anything about this. There wasn't an alluring constellation, no stars to gaze at. Just a painful wound inflicted on you by your kidnapper.

You had to remind yourself, you're a victim. Spencer made you a victim. A victim of kidnapping, of drugging, of physical assault. You were sure the list would grow longer, you'd hardly been here long, 2-4 days you estimated. You'd ask Spencer when you found your voice.

You got off the counter and used the bathroom, washing your hands. Your stomach growling startled you, you needed to eat. You opened the bathroom door and startled at the sight of Spencer standing at the other side, staring.

"It looks bad." His voice was weak, groggy with sleep and heavy with guilt. He cupped your face gently in his large hands and grazed his thumb over your bruised cheekbone. "Does it hurt bad? Need ice?"

It took everything in you not to flinch away from his touch, everything in you not to give in and let him hold you. "No. It- it doesn't." He knew you were lying. You'd never been that good at lying, and Spencer was experienced with reading the victims as well as unsubs.

His lips pressed to a line and his right hand stiffened against your skin, before he was digging his thumbprint into the tender injury that he put there. "No lying." He said. Suddenly you were yelping pathetically and throwing yourself into his chest to get away from his painful grip, to get the comfort you yearned for but didn't want to seek from him.

His hand that once worsened the pain on your face laced itself in your hair, shielding you from the rest of the world as you smelt the scents of his faded cologne, coffee, peppermint, and vanilla, his sweat, the faint smell of ink, and paper from being at work. "We'll get ice for your eye." He spoke quietly, emotions you couldn't read falling from his teeth and lips as he spoke.

He dragged you slowly out of the bathroom, out of the bedroom, to the main room and guided you to a love seat. "Spencer I need to eat." Your voice wavered, one hand coming up to cup your now-throbbing eye, the other hand meeting Milo as he jumped on the couch to sit with you.

"Ice first my Angel." He nodded, small cubes of ice in a ziplock bag, and then a soft white cloth wrapped around it to protect your delicate skin that he wasn't worried about harming last night. "Here baby." He pressed it against your wound, you winced and let out a sigh of satisfaction at the same time, moving your hand over his to hold the ice yourself. The pet names he called you didn't necessarily surprise you, what did surprise you was your reaction- or your lack of a reaction.

You sat with Milo, fingers threading through his soft fur as you listened to Spencer move around behind you. You felt detached from yourself and the world around you, and you didn't really want to look at Spencer because the sight of him grounded you, brought you back to the hollow uncertainty of your current reality.

You jolted back into forefront consciousness when he placed a plate of peeled tangerines in front of you. You'd never been the biggest fan of tangerines, but right now as you are these ones, you could swear it was the best thing you've eaten ever. Fresh and cool, filled with tons of vitamins and nutrients that your body felt entirely lacking of.

"How did you-" Spencer's uncertain voice spilled out of his mouth before he was interrupted by a beeping in his pocket. He pulled his phone out, looked at it, then you. He swallowed. "I have to leave. I'll be back soon my angel." The BAU, stealing him from you or saving you from him. You weren't sure. You hadn't been sure of anything for the past nights you've been in this cozy, unwilling isolation.

He grabbed his gun, belt and shoes from the other room and you watched him leave quick, without a proper goodbye. You weren't sure how you felt about that.

Three days. It felt like three days, you'd fallen asleep and woken up three separate times. You'd. taken four showers. Prepared yourself five meals with ingredients Spencer thankfully provided in the small kitchen. The third time you slept, it was on the love seat, eyes boring into the door, silently, embarrassingly, regretfully awaiting Spencer's return until you gave into exhaustion.

You'd nearly died of boredom. You'd read so many books, you didn't mind too much in all actuality. You enjoyed reading but you got tired of it after what felt to be the second day. That's when you found a black ball point pen and started drawing over pages you'd already consumed with your eyes and mind. You'd draw stars, constellations and planets, galaxies inspired by your ugly purple eye.

And now, you drew yellow daffodils and green moss, what would've been yellow and green if you'd been provided that shade- flowers inspired by the ugly green and yellow hues surrounding the still tender, but healing skin of your nose, eye and cheek.

You sat on the floor at the coffee table. Scrambling to your feet when you heard Spencer return. You reminded yourself of how a pet would rush to the door when it's owner would return home. You didn't dwell on that too much when you were distracted with the overwhelming relief of Spencer opening the door and stepping through, making sure it locked behind him.

He only looked at you for a moment before you you were striding over to him, arms wrapped around his waist and face pushed into his chest. He was more than happy to bring his arms around you, stroking your back with one hand and cradling the crown of your head with the other.

"Let me get a look at you Angel." He gently guided your head away from his chest and grazed his thumb over your discoloured skin, you flinched just slightly but he didn't seem to take offence. "It looks much better." He was pleased, proud, and your heart ached.

"It doesn't hurt much anymore either." You smiled timidly, one hand of your sliding under his palm on the side of your face to tap lightly on the bruise, proof.

He smiled at that, and that smile was enough to flood you with serotonin and suddenly you were happy? You weren't even sure, you just knew you didn't feel awful.

He glanced at the kitchen and then back at you. "Are you hungry?" He asked and you shook your head. He raised his eyebrows, appeared to not believe you and suddenly you were scared he wouldn't, scared of the repercussions that would follow if he deemed you untruthful again.

You pressed yourself closer to him, would he still hit you if you were being sweet to him? "I- I ate already, made food and ate it, 'm not hungry Spence." You assured him, refused to make eye contact, staring only at the fabric of his light purple button down.

"I believe you angel, relax, you haven't got to be scared here. You're safe here." He pet your hair softly and relief flooded you quicker than the fear had. So many emotions rushing in and out of you it made you dizzy. "There's no dishes?"

You nodded against him, polyester blend scraping kindly against your cheek. "Yeah- I cleaned them all up." You said and spared a look at him, he smiled down at you and you felt your breath falter.

"Really? Good job Angel, you're so good for me." He praised you and your cheeks burned. You were hanging onto every word. You giggled softly under your breath and leaned into him even more.

You were afraid of how happy it made you that he was back, afraid of how being in his arms made you feel like you were breathing fresh air after nearly drowning. You dreaded the time he would inevitably have to leave again.

You stepped back slightly, it wasn't fair to allow yourself solace in his arms. "You were gone for a very long time." You tilted your head and he tilted his in unison.

"Five days" he nodded. Five? "Miss me?" He asked and you nearly said yes. Instead you stayed quiet. "I missed you an awful amount, each day. Thank you for hugging me." You nodded as he spoke. You felt a guilty pride in knowing that he missed you. You looked up at him and he stared at your lips.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked. It hit you like cold water, not that he wanted to kiss you, rather that he asked you first. You almost naturally wanted to say yes, but you couldn't possibly. You reminded yourself again, you're a victim, kidnapping, drugging, assault.

Now, with a twinge of fear of what would happen if you said no, you nodded your head. He clocked your apprehension immediately and he tsked. You braced yourself for whatever would happen next, another blow to your face, an unwanted kiss, you weren't sure.

Moving his body an inch away from yours and petting your arm softly wasn't what you'd expected. "I'm not kissing you, not now. If I ever ask you that question again- or something similar, you'll say yes because you want to. Not because you think you have to or should. Not because you're afraid. Do you understand?" He was sincere, you nodded.

Weight was lifted off of your shoulders and you nearly laughed at him. Consent was a funny thing to be respected by a homocidal kidnapper.

You became alert to a soft clinking on the ground next to you and you both looked down to see Milo pawing at the strap of Spencer's satchel. You hadn't noticed he had it with him, and you didn't have time to ask what was in it before Spencer was picking up and bringing it over to the coffee table to show you it's contents.

He first he pulled out a clock, it was simple, a gold framed tabletop clock, no alarm, it was pretty. You didn't care about those details though. You took the clock from him and sat down, staring at it in wonder. 7:12. It was 7:12. "Is it morning or evening?" You asked him and he answered.

7:12pm. 7:13pm now.

It was crazy how privileged you felt just to be able to see the time. You were so appreciative of Spencer for giving you the clock, he could've chosen not to, kept you disoriented and detached to the point that you relied on him even more. But he didn't, he gave you a clock for your sanity and well-being because that was more important to him than your dependence.

"Thank you so much." You whispered, eyes drilling into the clock still as you watched the second hand tick until the minute one did too. 7:14pm. You smiled and looked up at him, he smiled too. You held the clock to your stomach and brought your feet up onto the love seat, one arm wrapped around the object like a child would with a stuffed bear.

His hands reached into the bag again and he pulled out three dvds. Scream (1996), Scarface, and Carrie. Three movies he knew you loved and you felt your heart swell. "Movie night?" He asked, obviously you couldn’t read him completely, but he sounded slightly shy, afraid you’d say no.

“Absolutely, of course.” You got more comfortable on the love seat and he grinned so wide. You watched him walk into the bedroom for a few minutes before he came back out pushing a tv on a small wooden table with wheels, both in very good shape. You had no idea where that tv even came from, but you didn’t focus much on it.

You focused on Spencer as he plugged it in and set it up. On his hands as they moved and the soft muscles in his back and arms that shifted under his shirt. “What did you do? For the five days you were gone, I mean.” You asked.

He was quick to answer, honest as well. “Mostly they were looking for you, but then we went to Montana for a child abduction. We found him, he’s safe with his family.” You found yourself regretfully jealous of this child because he got to be with his family and you didn’t. But Spencer really wasn’t as bad as he could be.

You understood what it meant that they’d gone on another case. You were no longer the prioritized case. This was sad, but it also brought relief to you. Spencer was a genius, you didn’t want them to waste time looking for you when they could be saving other people, like that little boy today. You also knew that if you were the primary focus, and they got too close, Spencer would know faster than they did, and he’d interfere.

The sound of a phone ringing brought you out of your thoughts, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion until you realized that the phone in question was Casey Becker’s, the Ghostface killer on the other line. The beginning of the movie Scream was on the television.

Spencer tossed a blanket from the bedroom at you and you smiled softly at him, a silent thank you. You listened to him make popcorn as you watched the one of the first victims of the movie make her popcorn too.

When Spencer returned to the space you sat in, you shifted the blanket, moving it over, a silent offer for him to sit next to you which he immediately took up, popcorn on the table, one arm over the back of the seat behind your head, the other moving the blanket over himself before he rested his free arm over your side.

You didn’t mind the closeness, you hated being alone those past days, you were happy he was back. You didn’t remind the physical reminder, especially when it was soft and sweet.

You’d forgot how much you loved this movie in the time you’d seen it, it was almost like a comfort movie to you. Over time you shifted back into Spencer, and he happily allowed you until your back was pressed comfortably against his ribcage. He’d rest his chin on the top of your head as you both watched the movie.

It felt terribly domestic, watching a movie you loved while you snuggled and ate popcorn, with your kidnapper. But you currently weren’t thinking of him as your kidnapper, mostly just thinking of him as nothing but Spencer. Who you would’ve said yes to the second he asked you out had he done it under normal circumstances.

You felt sleepy, not because you were tired, rather because you were so comfortable. Warm but not hot, encased in his touch that you welcomed. You felt sleepy because it was the most comfortable and relaxed you’d been since you’d gotten there.

You sat up a bit more as the credits rolled. You craned your neck slightly to look at Spencer and he was already looking at you. A soft dewy look in his eyes as he looked over your face, gaze falling to your lips. It didn’t scare you this time.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, softer than when he’d asked earlier. He leaned back, putting distance between you and him so you wouldn’t feel at all pressured.

You thought it over. You tried to. Your head was clouded with intimate bliss and affection he provided you, the warmth of him next to you and the credits of a movie you loved playing next to you both.

“Yes.” No hesitation, no uncertainty.

He brought his hand to your face, caressing your cheek before he cupped your jaw, angling your head toward his. He scanned over your face again, looking for any signs of regret, discomfort, fear. He found none whatsoever so he guided you toward himself and ever so gently pressed his lips to yours.

He was radiating heat, warm breath and warm lips. His lips were soft and smooth while yours were chapped and torn from your teeth worrying down on them during the five lonely days. He pulled back just a second before he kissed you again.

This kiss was no deeper than the last, never crossing the barrier of just your lips pressed together. You kissed back more this time, and he revelled in it. Your lips against his was something he thought about constantly and now he finally had it.

He pulled back completely now, hand never leaving your face, stroking your jaw with his thumb. He looked at you so adoringly that your veins were thick with sweetness and warmth rather than the blood that was usually there.

You wondered if he could feel how fast your heart was beating, his fingers probably close enough to your pulse point. He kissed your forehead and stood up to go switch the movie. “Thank you angel.” His voice was warm and gravelly.

You chose not to reflect on how normal the name sounded falling from his lips. You didn’t want to reflect on the fact that it took you a second to recall what your real name actually was.

Chapter Five Here

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Eden's little hope

Degrees of Lewdity Eden x fem!reader +18

This is my first ever try in writing something like that especially in English I'll hope you'll all enjoy :D

Eden is male and also the reader is pretty much pure and isn't aware how cruel this world is lmao dummy

TW: non-con/dub-con, kidnapping, violence, size difference, spanking, general dark dol and eden's content

So cold, your naked legs knees are sore and wet from the cold rain hitting you, you were supposed to wait, but for what exactly? You tried your best to earn your rent, it's just that from week to week Bailey demands more and more. It was unrealistic to earn that much a week, at least for you. But it's alright, right? He brought you here into the woods, but I'm sure it was to make me work off what you owed him, right? Maybe you're gonna pick berries and mushrooms to sell later, that sounds pretty nice, but why did he make you wait, you can't see anything with that stupid bag over your head. In fact, this bag becomes your main problem, the rain hitting your body hard makes the soggy material suffocate you. Struggling for breath as you you yank your hands trying to free them to tear off this bag your lungs start to ache and your mind starts to panic.

Something pushes you down to the ground you fall on your stomach, your material covered face lands on wet muddy ground. In horror that it might be some wild, dangerous animal, you whimper in discomfort and pain as you try hard to get up, but suddenly you feel something cold, metal against your back. It's a firearm, you don't know what exactly, but you know it will leave a big hole in your stomach if you make the wrong move. "I guess you're the one, don't struggle" You hear a deep low voice between the loud sound of pounding rain, when suddenly you feel someone's huge hands on your shoulders, lifting you off the ground, and you are shivering with cold and terror, still struggling for breath. You both stand in the rain for a while when you heard a quiet sigh, and the person finally take your bag off. You could see him now. He is an older, well-built and strapping man compared to you, he looks like hunter or forester, maybe he is one? Will he help you?

You take lots of fast breath as you finally can breathe properly and you observe the big man in front of you forgetting about a gun he is carrying with himself until he point it at you again. "Ah...! H-hello... no need to pointing that gun on me-! I'm not dangerous, h-haha-!" You try to speak nicely and awkwardly, the man responds only with a stressful for you silence and a piercing stare, he lowers his gun and walks over to you, grabbing you by the waist and throwing your body over his shoulder. "eeek-?!" You feel butterflies in your stomach as you hang in the air, his shoulder presses painlessly on your waist when suddenly he starts walking in a certain direction deep into the forest. You feel so tired and cold that this is actually nice to not have to walk right now but the silence between you two bothers you. "Who are you actually? Do you take me to the town? I need to get back to the orphanage to make it up somehow to my caretaker.. Are you forester?" you attack him with lots of questions and words, but your "savior" doesn't seem very talkative. "I'm taking you somewhere safe." is the only thing he replies with his serious tone.

You land on a warm wooden floor, your body and soaked clothes making the wood absorb the moisture. Your eyes land on the man standing above you, who stares at you without much emotion, after a moment he begins to say: "My name is Eden, I'm going to provide you everything you need and you're going to keep me company, is that clear to you?" He crouched down to be at eye level with you when he finished. You looked at him with shock and disbelief, you feel a drop of sweat mixed with rainwater running down your face as you finally spoke "h-hah I mean, that's a f-funny one, b-but I'm really not in m-mood right now, c-could you help me get to town? Or show me the way mayb-" suddenly a click sound interrupted your words. "huh-" You look down but you don't see anything, but you sure can feel something. Something adhering to your neck, an unpleasant feeling, you touch it. A neckla-? No, a collar. "Too bad. I'm not in mood for jokes too, you know." his voice suddenly becomes more irritating and teasing, a slight smile forms on his lips, you wouldn't expect this turn of events at all. Why some hunter would something that weird, is it some kind of subtext that you don't get? Are you supposed to laugh? Get angry? Or cry?

Something was clearly wrong here. You don't understand how to read this situation, but it sure do makes you feel uncomfortable. Your hands are trying to tear the collar somehow, but no hope. Suddenly the chain attached to collar tightens making you bring your head close to his. You finally started to feel the feeling you were supposed to feel: dread. A little tears forms in your eyes as you catch a breath that you want to turn into words of protest and fight but you're too late. Eden smashes his lips against yours forcing you into a kiss, your first one. Shock and fear seizes your body, you are unable to move, your muscles refuse to obey you. The only thing your body allows is Eden - moving your body, your tongue moves even though you don't want it to. His tongue fills your mouth you feel overwhelmed, your cheeks burns and turn red so quickly. Tears roll down your cheeks and Eden finally pushes your head away grabbing your hair tightly not letting you move an inch. You pant with your tounge out, crying, with big blush on your face, just how adorable that must look! The hunter's smile widens at your reaction. "I knew you'll like that~. Now stay still for me, will you?" He still holds your hair thighly, making you whimper quietly. His other hand goes under your soaked t-shirt to your breasts, which start to squish slightly, his hand so huge you're afraid he's about to break you in half. "So soft..." he pants while playing with his finger on your nipple making it hard, he notices it and you can tell he is getting excited even more. "pffft- I'm gonna love you so so much..." He finally lets go of your hair and takes off your t-shirt. "Let's get rid of these wet rags, you don't need them anyway." He throws it somewhere on the floor not caring much and goes back to your chest, he starts kissing, licking, biting your collarbone, just absolutely makes you shiver. You can't take it anymore, you know it is not okay, it needs to stop. Now. You're fighting your free will, you're fighting to be able to move. Your hands slowly come up and grab Eden's wrists and now, you're just trying. Trying to push him off, to push him away, you use your all strenght that you have. But he doesn't move an inch not even a little. His grip on your breast just grow tigher and tigher, it hurts. "P-please!" you cry "Please, I don't k-know what's going on...st-stoop...hh.." It looks like you just made him angry.

How long has it been? five minutes? thirty? two hours? You don't know, you can't know your body is in too much pain to know anything now. Your ass so sore and so red right now, you can't think straight, but still it somehow can hurt just more which every spank sound you hear. "Don't ever try to stop me again. I know what I am doing. I'm doing what's going to be best for you, you understand?" You can't even respond because another spank comes right to you, you only let another soft cry and whimper, you don't have any strength to yell anymore. "Now, now... let's make all this pain up for you." He smiled grabbing you by the waist, lifting you up, throwing you on the mattress, which, compared to what you've just experienced, is almost like a reward. Your clothes were all ruined, wet, and already torn by Eden before, the only defenses against your total nudity are your juice-soaked panties. Eden, not wanting to leave you alone in this, hastily removes his tattered T-shirt and leather pants. You could see this huge bulge in werid looking boxers, you know what happens next, you're just too scared and pained to do anything about it, yet so he still decides to make sure you won't struggle or at least won't manage to struggle free. The chain hooks around your wrists and tightens with his hand so you can't move but making sure you can breathe, what mercy, maybe it's true love?

His huge cock teases your entrance through the damp material, his precum makes your panties completely useless, and probably won't be the same as it was. Eden rips the fabric off your body with one finger, but instead of throwing it on the wooden floor like the rest of your clothes, he places them on your breasts, apparently he finds them adorable. Maybe adorable like this, toren, soaked wet, on your naked overstimulated breasts. The hunter, with his free hand, sets his tool in front of your little hole, pushing it, but not putting it in yet, because he decides to ask you a question, given your awkward behavior. "Is it your first time? You act so innocent, darling." This question kinda stuns you. Your eyes fill up with tears once again, as you can't even manage to respond to him after everything. "It's okay, that's even better. It's just..." he stares into your teary eyes for a second thinking what to say "gonna sting for a minute. But you'll feel so good it's gonna make up to you, I promise my little hope." He say kissing you softly once more before finally thrusting into you all at once. "N-NO-!" is the only thing you can scream before starting to sob at this whole pain, your walls have been forced to expand, you feel something inside you has broken, the pain is unimaginable. Thrusting starts, he just make everything worse, pain starts to mess with your head you actually don't remember if you're supposed to be scared of him, to hate him or is he actually do what's best for you, that's what he said, right? You let out of you lots of sounds, cries, mumbles, sometimes even moans. You try to hide in the mattress, you want to disappear, you want the whole world to disappear you hear panting over your ear, hot breath hits your skin. "Fuck...f-fuck yes... you're perfect, so tight, wet and just for me..." It's hard for you to see, but you can notice him smiling. Your cunt start to gets loose and tighten alternately, it's making you lose your mind, it does start to feel good, and you don't know anymore if it's good or bad thing. It's not even good it feels fucking amazing, you feel like you need just more. "Pl-pleas..e... f..fuck, ahh...!" you look at him pleadingly and it looks like he got the message, because he let go of the chain and start to rub your sensitive, swollem clit, that just scream for attention. Suddenly all this pain that you had to take seems like like not that big deal, if you gonna make to feel so good after that, it is really worth it, you fucking love it. He can tell you're cumming very soon. He wonders, if he should stop it right now and make you beg for more or let you cum on his cock. But he thinks he was too rough on you today, on day one, and he'll make it up to you. After all, it's your first day, you still have a lot to learn, such as how to take his cock without fucking struggling next time. "Yes.. good girl, good fucking girl, be the best girl and cum on my cock...." he pants thru the fast thrusts "my little hope... I love you so much you need to understand... haa..h... you're only safe with me... the town is gonna kill you, and... I only want to protect yo- oh fuck-" He couldn't take it anymore you just tighten on his cock so much like you're trying to dry him of all cum that he has for you so he gives you what you want. Do you really want that? You don't know, you don't think but it sure feels amazing, cumming while having real sex with actual person for the first time, it almost feels too good to be real.

He comes out of you carefully watching your sleepy, tired expression, he is enchanted by your beauty. You can feel something warm and slimy flowing out of you slowly. "You're so perfect..." you close your eyes and just lie here as he strokes your cheek with his fingers "Now, tell me... you're gonna be my little hope, and stay by my side and I'm gonna provide you everything you need is that clear?" Didn't he ask similar question earlier? You don't remeber. But his offer seems pretty convincing, convincing you. You just nod before trying getting back to sleep. You don't see him but you can tell he's very happy. Happy to have you here, by his side, forever. You feel kiss on your cheek and some warm material covering your body, and hearing someone leaving the room closing the wooden door. Goodnight.

____________________________________________________________ OH OK WOW I FINISHED. WOW I'll hope you'll enjoyed it :D i'm very open for any critique and opinions :] cuz i don't even know if i catch Eden's personality right lmao hahyudgasyud anyway have a great day/night stay safe <3

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kayamark · 7 months

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Whumptober: no. 6 - Made to watch

F4 Thailand: boys over flowers (2021)

Ep 10

Continuation here 🔗

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Having big tits is nice until your back hurts all the fucking time….pray for me y'all.🥲

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izalemon · 1 year

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Yandere Vampire Family

(Teen reader)

Scenario: Reactions of each family member when you try to escape

You couldn’t take it. Being cooped up in here with your delusional new family. Forced to drink the blood of your creator, and then eventually move on to animals and humans. Being seen and treated as a child, like you couldn’t do anything.

They coddled you endlessly. Tobey always acting buddy buddy with you, as if nothing was wrong or had changed. Oliver and his overbearing behavior, looking for any excuse to hug or cuddle you. Dorian and his nature to treat you as a toddler, talking to you in a way a mother does to their child trying to reason with them gently. David was the one you could actually stand. He was very quiet, often reading a book or working on his laptop. He never paid you any mind other than making sure you were feeding regularly. You preferred him out of all the others.

But still, you had to get out. You were always being supervised though, you were never out of any of their sights for any reason. They would even take shifts watching over you while you slept. There was seemingly no escape. Except for one thing.

Since you were recently turned, you still used the restroom, needing to drain out all of the remaining fluids from when you were human. And they weren’t so overbearing as to walk you to the restroom and wait directly outside of it for you. And you took advantage of this.

You and the rest of the Ravens were all hanging out in the living room, either watching tv or reading. You and Tobey were focused on the tv whilst Oliver braided your hair. David was reading his book and Dorian working on his laptop.

The time was now. “I have to go to the restroom.” You stated as you got up from your spot. None of them paid any mind to it. Good.

…

“Isn’t the restroom downstairs?” Dorian asked.

“Um hm.” David hummed in agreement.

“Then why did I just hear them run upstairs?”

…

They all got up to follow you. By the time they had made it to your room, your window was open and you were long gone.

Dorian would be very concerned for your safety. You were still a newborn, albeit not as weak as you were before but if you went just over two hours without feeding you would faint. He would be out looking for you in and instant.

David wouldn’t show much emotion, he isn’t one to let others in on what he was feeling but internally he would be panicking. You were his baby sibling, and you were out all alone in the woods that surrounded their large manor.

Tobey would be panicking but also heartbroken. Was it really so horrible here that you had to run away? He wanted you to love them as much as they loved you. He had never had a little sibling before, unlike the others, and this just made him feel like he was doing a bad job at being your big brother.

Now, whilst Tobey was concerned for the reasons you ran, David and Dorian both knew that this was natural for vampires. When a human is turned and added to the coven, it is usually against their will, that’s just how things are for them. But they both know that they always come around eventually. The same things happened with Tobey when he turned.

Oliver, on the other hand, was pissed. Had they not provided a good home for you? How ungrateful were you that you would run away like this?! They fed you, clothed you, housed you, let you do whatever you please so long as it was safe and within the confines of their house.

They all split up and began to track you down. They rushed through the forest, faster than any human or animal was capable of. It was David who eventually picked up your scent and followed it, only to find you running, rather slowly for a vampire, in the opposite direction of the manor.

“Y/n!” He called out, non-threateningly.

“Go away!” You shouted.

He got in front of you and blocked your path.

“Let me leave!” You shouted. Tears were running down your face and that’s when he smelled the blood. You were still in the middle of your transformation, which meant you weren’t quite human but you weren’t quite vampire either, which also meant you could still bleed.

“You fell.” He simply put.

“No I didn’t.” You lied. You had frantically begun running as soon as you made it out of the window, not being able to control your speed, you fell a few times. Many times. Eventually you fell on a large piece of wood standing vertically up for some reason, and scraped your leg. It was bleeding badly.

“You’re hurt.” He stated bluntly.

“No, I’m not! Just let me through! I don’t want to be a part of this sick fam- AH!” You fell to the floor when you tried to take another step.

He knelt down beside you as you cried hopelessly.

“Y/n…I know it can be difficult, believe me we all went through it as some point, but it gets better.”

“You’re all sick if you think this is a normal way to make a family.”

“…Well then I guess the entire vampire race is sick then. When we get back I can tell you about my experience if you want, and Tobey’s. Ours was a lot like yours.” He explained.

“What…what about Oliver?”

“Oliver’s…well, he reacted differently. But that’s just because he’s not all there.” He smiled, making circled around his head with his finger, insinuating Oliver to be crazy.

You chuckled.

“Y/n…come home. I know it doesn’t feel like home right now but it will. And you won’t make it far anyways, not with that leg or without feeding.”

You sighed. He was right. You were already feeling dizzy from the lack of blood, not only in your veins but also in your stomach. Newborns shouldn’t exert that much energy so soon, not without feeding beforehand.

“Okay…”

He stood up and took you in his arms bridal style, carrying you back to the manor.

Once the two of you returned Dorian let out a sigh of relief and took you in his arms from David’s

“Oh thank god you’re okay! Oh no- you’re hurt! Here, let’s get you cleaned up. Does it hurt to walk? Can you stand? What happened?”

Dorian was frantic but remained relatively composed. He sat you on the kitchen counter and started cleaning and stitching up the wound.

Oliver was still pissed when he first saw you but quickly switched to concerned when he saw you were injured.

Tobey remained quiet, something very rare for him. He sat next to you on the counter, curled up and resting his face against his knees. Dorian would have told him to keep his feet off of the counter if he wasn’t so worried about you.

“Now are you sure it doesn’t hurt?”

“It’s fine Dorian, I just fell.”

“Fell? You didn’t just fall, you practically fuckin’ plummeted! Do you know how much you were bleeding?!? Needing stitches isn’t ‘just falling-’”

He stopped when he saw he was scaring you. He never raised his voice. The only times he did were when he was scared or when his children were being little shits, so mainly just at Tobey.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m not mad at you, I was just…scared is all.” He explained, placing a hand on your knee.

After that, Dorian left for a quick moment to converse with David in the next room.

“What did we do?”

“What?”

Tobey had been suspiciously silent up until now. “I mean. I want you to be happy here. I want us to be a family Y/n. What made you run away?”

“Well…the fact that your turned me into a monster and held me here against my will is a big starter.” You stated bluntly, leaning back on the palms of your hands.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered.

“Huh?”

“I’m sorry, it’s just…I’ve never done this before. I was the youngest until you came along, so I don’t really know how to handle this sort of situation. So I guess, I just acted like nothing had changed when so much has for you.” He had never been this open before. He was always cracking jokes and never taking anything too seriously. He acted very immature at times, as if he wasn’t centuries old and was still just a teenager. And, you supposed, in many ways he still was. You imagined he was reminiscing on his time as a newborn as he was saying all of this.

“…David told me that… ‘I’d come around eventually’ but…it’s hard to believe that will happen any time soon.” You uttered.

“It takes time, but I have the biggest temper out of anyone here and I still eventually embraced them. It is a little messed up if you think about it too much though…but I supposed being a bloodthirsty monster is just as messed up, if not more, than being forced to live with these dumbasses.” He joked.

You laughed. It had been so long since you laughed.

David and Dorian heard your laugh from the other room and immediately stopped talking. It was like they had just heard the voice of an angel going by their reaction alone.

Oliver sat on the stairs out of sight, listening intently to both conversations with his inhumanly hearing. Dorian and David spoke of the recent events that took place, coming up with ideas on how to make you more comfortable so you won’t feel the need to run again. You and Tobey started talking again like you used to, when you were friends before you were turned.

You spoke of your real family and how you missed them. Asking if the same thing happened to Tobey, if he had been taken from his family, only to learn he never had a family, only a best friend and his mother who looked after the two before she died from a common cold.

Oliver was pissed. Why was Tobey of all people reminiscing on his human days? It had been nearly 300 years! Was he not enough for even him now?!?

And why did you run away when you could have all you ever needed here?

Your family. That’s why. Your human family was the only thing keeping you at a distance from the rest of them. If your human family was gone, then you would have nothing to run away to, nothing to keeping you from them…then you would be all theirs.

All his.

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silver-ink-iron-words · 2 years

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Please continue "trying to leave" 😭

Heya! Thank you for the request, I hope you like it :)

Btw, we're returning to the villain's perspective

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Trying to Leave, Part 5

The civilian had agreed to start eating again.

They sat at the dining room table, their chest tied to the chair, their arms free. They stared at the wall, their expression empty.

“I made your favorite,” the villain said, striding in with a jolly swing in their step. They placed a plate of chicken parmesan and summer greens in front of the civilian.

“I . . . thank you.” The civilian’s voice was quiet.

The villain settled down next to them with a plate of their own.

The civilian picked up their fork and knife gingerly, as though they were covered in filth. They took a quivering bite.

Their eyebrows shot up, and with rapid movements, they stuffed more and more food into their mouth.

“Seems you were hungry,” the villain said, a twinkle in their eye. “Ah – slowly dear. Make sure you chew all the way. We don’t want you to choke.” Their grin turned teasing. “You’re not getting away from me that easily.”

The civilian glanced to them, and swallowed their food. “Okay.”

They began to eat at a more moderate pace.

Satisfied, the villain started on their own dinner.

“We can watch something together, if you think you can handle being out of your room for an evening,” the villain said. “What would you like? The Office? Stranger Things?”

“Have you, um, heard anything?” The civilian stared down into their food. “About my family?”

The villain’s utensils made a little sound as they were placed back on the plate.

“You never asked about your family before.”

The civilian shrugged, their shoulders stiff. “I just want to know if they’re well.”

“You want to know if anyone’s looking for you.”

The civilian’s mouth pressed into a firm line.

The annoying thing was – they were looking. The civilian’s family was distraught, putting them on all the missing persons’ watch lists and posting flyers all across town.

As the civilian’s partner, the villain had been one of the first people to be interviewed. The police had even searched their house.

Thankfully, nobody knew about this property they had in the woods. As troublesome as the whole search process had been, it was ultimately little more than an inconvenience.

“Your family thinks you’re dead,” the villain said, starting again on their dinner.

The civilian’s knife dropped to the floor. “What?”

“Oh, didn’t I tell you? There was a fire at your place. A torched cadaver was found in your kitchen. Very tragic.”

Of course, the villain had done no such thing. Any kind of arson would have immediately grabbed the police’s attention. And faking a dead body was harder than it sounded. The dental records alone would have proven that the corpse wasn’t the civilian’s.

But the civilian didn’t need to know that.

“You’re a monster,” the civilian said.

“Eat your food, dear.”

“How could you do that? Why would you do that?”

“Because,” the villain said, reaching for the civilian, “it’s best if you have nothing left to go back to.”

The civilian flinched under the villain’s touch. The villain began to play with their hair.

“You make me sick.”

“I told you to eat your food. Do I need to blend it up, and get the pitcher again?”

Fear flashed in the civilian’s eyes. Their movements slow and robotic, they resumed their eating.

The villain watched as they finished. A few more days of this, and the hollowness of their features would fill in. They’d regain some of their strength. And they’d look more like their previous, beautiful self.

When the civilian was nearly done, they halted. Put their face in their hands.

“Come on, you’re almost there,” the villain said.

“I can’t,” the civilian said quietly. “I feel nauseous.”

“Do I look like I was born yesterday? You – ”

The civilian burst up. Or tried to. Their ties held, and the chair fell down again with a slam.

They eased over to the side, and vomited all over the floor.

The villain swore, and leapt up to help their partner.

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Later, the two of them laid on the couch, the civilian wrapped in the villain’s arms.

“I’m sorry,” the villain said, stroking the civilian’s freshly washed hair. “I should have given you something plainer, after you’d gone so long without eating. I wasn’t thinking.”

“Please,” the civilian said, fingers gripping the villain’s shirt. They sniffed, and their voice wobbled. “I’m actually, literally begging you. Please, just let me go.”

“Do you recall the promise you made to me?”

A sob shuddered out.

“Exactly.” The villain kissed the top of the civilian’s head.

The villain felt the civilian’s tears pool on their chest as they drifted into the warm, pleasant embrace of sleep.

When they opened their eyes again, they felt the cold prick of a knife against their throat.

Part 6

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