The One You Trust (YB Peter x Reader)

Chapter 9

Head pounding, wrists burning, and a soft mattress underneath your body were the first sensations upon awakening. Something was covering your eyes, something soft. While it was firmly tied around your head, it wasn't too tight to make it uncomfortable. Your wrists on the other hand were tied tightly together behind your back and no amount of thrashing was loosening the ropes. You began thrashing harder, now in a seated position as panic fully set in. You kept repeating "no", gradually getting louder with every word. Screaming out for help, you began crying, shaking as you damaged your wrists further. You could hardly feel the burns being created though, the adrenaline was too high.

A door opened, and footsteps raced down what sounded like stairs. You stopped screaming, but only cried harder. YB hushed you softly, only care in his voice as he did so. It made you stop thrashing, but it also caused you to push yourself against the wall, trying to put as much distance between you and your abductor as possible. "Its okay, Darling!" He said quietly, obviously restraining his emotions. "It's me, it's YB!"

"P-Please dont-" You choked, trembling, "please. Im sorry... please."

His hand was placed on your knee, making you whimper in response. "I'm not going to hurt you, (Y/N)." His hand gave a light squeeze, trying to give you reassurance. Of course he expected this. That's why you were tied up in the first place. Waking up in a strange place only would've caused you to run the minute you could. No, he had to make sure you'd at least hear him out. "Please, trust me when I tell you that I'm protecting you... I didn't want you to hurt yourself when you woke up, sweetheart."

You didn't respond, still stuck in panic mode, mind whirling for a plan. An escape. Something to get you out of this alive. His hand left your knee, and his body shifted behind you. You started to try to pull away, crying out "no" over and over again. He didn't say anything in response, letting you feel your panic as he calmly checked the rope. He frowned, looking at where the rope touched your perfect skin. It was red, nearly bleeding. Fuck, he needed to fix that.

"I'm going to be right back." He stated, standing up. "Please, stop thrashing like that. You're only hurting yourself."

The moment he made it upstairs, you began screaming for help again. Of course, your cries would go unheard by anyone that wasn't him. His sister was kind enough to lend him the usage of her vacation home in the woods. She didn't ask questions when he asked if he could stay for a while. He was planning on buying it from her anyway, so really this was just perfect. He could stop paying rent at his apartment, and so could you! You wouldn't have to worry about being turned to the streets because of shitty roommates, nor would you have to worry about coworkers looking at you and thinking of ways to hurt you... or use you. He wouldn't let that happen. Your life would be heaven from here on out. Anything you needed, he'd provide. Anything you wanted? He'd spoil you beyond your wildest dreams. Darling, you were completely his now.

Although, he did wish you wouldn't strain your voice the way you were, nor harm yourself in the way that you were as well. He understood this was a scary change, but if you would just calm down, you'd realize that this was far better than how you were living before. He grabbed gauze, soothing cream, and disinfectant along with a couple of soft towels he could use to put between your wrists and the rope. Hopefully soon you wouldn't have to be tied up, but he was prepared for either outcome. God, he just wanted you to see what he was truly doing for you.

You were silent when he came back downstairs, either from the pain in your throat or exhaustion he couldn't tell. You were still though, so it was more likely to be the latter. In either case, you were exactly what he wanted you to be. Silent, and able to listen to his truthful words to make you understand. He knelt down in front of you, noting the flinch when he did, but continued anyway. You'd come around eventually, and he wasn't doing anything to harm you. Your anxiety would calm down at some point, and more than likely if he showed you his word of not harming you was good, it would make you come around a lot faster.