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GENDER NEUTRAL
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The rope twisted uncomfortably against your skin as you struggled against your bindings, the chair squeaking loudly. He had left you for a couple of hours, his laugh reverberating loudly around the house from his "streaming room". Apparently, he was some famous streamer.
His fans clearly didn't know about you.
You bit the cloth tied around your mouth hopelessly, knowing that you had tried all this before, and everything was tied way too tight for you to even attempt escaping.
Suddenly, the laughter stopped, and you froze as footsteps quickly approached the door, loud and thundering towards you. You flinched, the door being kicked open and he jumped onto you, arms wrapping around your body. "I missed you so, so much," he practically growled into your ear, clinging onto you so hard that you were starting to lose feeling in your arms. You released several muffled noises that were meant to be words, and he pulled back, smiling "affectionately" as he saw you struggle. "Oops, forgot about that." He carefully untied your gag, giving you a gentle kiss on your cheek as he did so.
"Fuck you," you spat out immediately, trying to pull your head away from him.
His eyes flashed, and he forcible pulled you back towards him, fingernails digging into your scalp. "You love me. I know you do. Don't talk to me like that." His voice was low, and that scared you more than his yelling voice, so you swallowed what you actually wanted to say. He took that as a positive, giving you another kiss.
"H-how long is it until I can go back upstairs?" you asked nervously.
This guy "loved" you to the point he would kill just to have you in his grasp. Surely he wouldn't keep you down here for that long...right?
"Until you learn to not try and run away," he answered nonchalantly. "Aw, you wanna be back upstairs with me, don't you."
It wasn't a question.
You nodded, knowing the more you acted nice, the kinder he would be. Sleeping upright in a chair while ropes bound you down wasn't fun. And no matter how disgusting it was when he cuddled up to you in bed, it was better than whatever this was.
His fingers untied your hands, holding onto them as if they were a lifeline. "You've hurt them...your poor, poor hands..." he kissed them, fingers rubbing the red parts. "You should stop trying to escape...I only want to protect you from the people outside, they're dangerous..."
You took a deep breath, knowing that you would be let out soon (let out as in let upstairs where he could still watch you) and shakily kissed his forehead. He let out a sigh, kissing your neck in reponse, and you tried to not pull yourself away. "You love me," he whispered. "You love me, don't you?"
He pulled back, and in his eyes you could see desperation, and a pang of sympathy pulsed through your heart. This man was messed up in the head and just had to take you along with him. "Yes," you managed to say, heart thumping. He snuggled closer to you, smiling.
You weren't going to get home anytime soon.
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