You weren’t uncomfortable, but that didn’t mean anything good, especially when that psycho was parading around just outside the door. When you woke up, with a killer headache this time, you found yourself on a cool fluffy bed, again. For half a second, you thought it was all over, that you were rescued and just recuperating at home. Then the second passed and you realized that you couldn’t move your legs...or your hands.
You tried to sort through your mess of thoughts, knowing something was terribly wrong. You squirmed around, but your hands were bound together on the headboard and your feet to the footboard. The room was dark, aside from the line of light that slipped through the slightly ajar door. The darkness was good for your head, bad for plotting an escape.
You could hear the faint muffled voice of Kanaye float through the door, he sounded like he was talking to someone. You strained to listen, but the sound of a blender drowned out his voice. At least he was busy, you could use the time to figure out an escape.
First, you needed to get free. You tugged your hands, they must have been duct-taped, it pulled at your skin every time you moved. Your feet were in the same condition. You tried to scoot up to bite at the tape, but you couldn’t move in either direction too much.
Even though the tape was wrapped tightly, you could still twist your wrist around just a little. Pulling did nothing but strain your arms so with quick little jerks, you tried to tear the tape and twist yourself free. You were so focused, you didn’t hear Kanaye slip in.
“Feeling better dear?” He asked from the darkness and you flinched. “You got quite the nasty bump on your head. That’s two times, you’re pretty reckless you know.”
You scanned the darkness, searching for him. His voice came from the end of the bed, near your feet.
“I would feel a lot better if you let my hands go.” You croaked out, your own voice cutting painfully into your headache.
He walked up the side of the bed and blocked the little bit of light that seeped into the room. “No, you’ll only fight back, I can’t have that again.” He patted the blanket. “Don’t worry, it will just take a little time, but eventually, you’ll calm down.”
He was back to playing nice, though there was no guarantee that he would stay that way. You’ve already experienced his nasty side, you really didn’t want a repeat of that. Besides, you were nearing your limit on traumatizing events for the day.
Just keep a level head and don’t provoke him. You told yourself.
Kanaye reached out to brush your hair aside and you flinched away from him, your heart beating wildly. You weren’t this scared before, maybe it was because there was always someone else there with him, or because you weren’t in such a vulnerable position like this. You couldn’t fight back now, he made sure of that. He was in complete control and the thought of what he could do froze you to your core.
“Kanaye,” You tried to keep your voice from shaking. “W-why did you do this?”
He cocked his head. “Because I love you dear. Don’t you love me?”
You should have just kept your mouth shut. The words disgusted you, but you were terrified of what he would do if you told him otherwise. “Yes.”
He ran his fingers through your hair, you pulled your head as far from him as you could.
“Are you going to hurt me?” You whispered.
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Taken
Fanfiction(Izuku Midoriya X Reader) (Part 1 of taken series) You and Izuku have been married for a few years and though you've both been through hardships, nothing tops today. When Izuku comes back from work on his day off, he expects to find you home, ready...
