Miles My kidnapper

Cut deeper than the knife

—Nothing scares me anymore. Are you sure about that? Your future is pretty scary—
Y/n POV:
‼️TW: wounds‼️

It was now night fall at my cabin. I had finished torturing Miles for the day. He probally hated me now, but I didn't care. He is getting what he deserves. He mentally hurt me, so I wanted to physically hurt him. I knew I was making him crazy, saying I hated him. I honestly don't know if I hate him as much as I say I do.

I walked down the stairs and had a bowl of Mac and cheese. Once I got to the bottom of the stairs, Miles looked up at me. He had a black eye and dried blood all around his mouth. He looked dead tired and week.

"I'm not here to hurt you again. I'm here to feed you." I told him. He nodded his head and avoided eye contact. I kneeled next to him. He was now handcuffed to the head board, he was sitting on the floor. I only handcuffed his left hand, so his right hand was free.

"Thank you." Miles said to me.

"It's whatever." I replied. I didn't want him to know I still cared about him.

"Y/n, I still love you! No matter what you do to me, I'm still gonna always love you!" Miles explained. I felt annoyed. "I think you still feel that same." Miles said. What he said angered me so I slapped him.

"I don't! Now eat!" I raised my voice. Miles did as I told him to. He had the bowl of Mac and cheese on the floor and used his free right hand to stab the noodles. I noticed the red hand print on Miles face starting to form. It made me think about all the times Jason, my step father would beat me. The thought angered me, so I walked up stairs and closed the door that led to the basement.

The cabin used to be my fathers. I came up here all the time with my mother and father when I was younger. The cabin was a decent size. The basement was always where my parents would sleep, it had a queen sized bed with white sheets. (A/n: The basement miles is in)

The kitchen was where the entrance door was. The kitchen had wood flooring and a white fridge. The counters were all granite, and there were barstools at the kitchens island.

The living room had a huge soft grey couch with a fireplace. The living room had a small tv, since when we built this cabin we were broke. In the corner of the living room there was a ladder. It led upstairs, where a queen sized bed was. When I was younger my crib used to be upstairs, but it no longer is. Now the crib (play-pin) is all folded up and under the queen bed.

I got a bowl of Mac and cheese and sat down on the couch. I turned on the tv and grabbed a dvd. I decided to watch 'The Meg' and ate my dinner. In the living room there was a huge window, so I closed the blinds.

After I finished eating I did the dishes and went to go get Miles dish. I heard him crying through the closed door. I started to feel bad for some odd reason. I went to the bathroom that was next to the living room. I got out the medical kit and went down to the basement.

Miles looked up at me. His arms were both covered in dry blood. The arm that I slashed was still dripping blood, but it was only a tiny bit. I walked over to Miles and grabbed his slashed arm.

"This is gonna hurt like hell." I warned him.

"Darling, I've already felt hell with you." Miles flirted with me. I rolled my eyes. I then opened the medical kit and put rubbing alcohol on a wipe. I put it on Miles's slash and I covers his mouth with my other hand. As I cleaned the wound Miles screamed in pain, I felt awful.

I wrapped up his arm and his bandage started slowly turning red. I then grabbed the other arm that was covered in dry blood. I knew when I carved the word 'MINE' into Miles arm, I didn't cut deep enough for it to scar. I put my hand over his mouth as I poured rubbing alcohol onto another wipe that was in the kit. I started wiping the wound and Miles screamed. He was in so much pain, it hurt me.

After I wrapped up his other arm, I put a bandaid on his chin that was bleeding. I also put some cream on his split lip.

"Your gonna need stitches tomorrow." I told Miles. He closed his eyes for a minute before opening them again. He nodded his head yes. I looked at him, and I didn't see the boy who broke my heart. This time I saw the boy I fell in love with. At that moment, I unhand-cuffed Miles and I went upstairs with his dish. I locked him down in the basement, but now he was free to walk around down there, and free to sleep on the bed.

A/n: Maybe y/n has a soft spot. Also if you've ever had to use hydrogen pro-oxide on a open wound I'm so sorry! That stuff hurts so badly!