Tied up

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Author's Note: May include some small bits of smut, self harm and suicide. I'm sorry if this offends anyone.

I wake up in a small room. Where the hell am I?

"Hello, Doll." says someone in the darkness.

"Hugo?"

"Wow, you're so good at this."

"What's happening?"

"Well, I wanted to have some fun, but only if you're okay with it."

"Asking for consent? Who knew you could be so nice?"

"I don't know. I guess my mother taught me well."

"Oh, Rose?"

He stops and stares at me for a second.

"What?"

"You know? Rose. Rose Hall."

"How.."

"Well, I guess you could say, I have friends on the other side."

"Oh, shut up." He says, walking away.

"Where are you going?"

He comes back with rope. He pulls me to the bed and ties my hands to the bed post.

"What... What are you.. you.. doing?"

"Why are you stuttering, Y/N? Nervous?"

"What? No..."

He starts to pull his suspenders off his shoulders. He's hot. He walks up and looks down at me.

"You look so pathetic. I kinda like it actually.." 

He stares at me. 

"What are you looking at?"

"My future lover." 

I could tell I was blushing. 

"Let me out."

"Oh, no. I couldn't do that."

"What do you want from me?"

"I want you to listen."

"What?"

"You are going to see some really bad things. Your sanity is weak. Just like Jimmy's."

"I've been through Hell and back. I can make it through this."

He gets up in my face, whispering, "I don't know if you can."

He gets up and starts to leave. 

"Where are you going?"

"I can't have you getting all hungry. I'm bringing you food."

I gave a worried glance and he could tell I was afraid. 

"Don't worry. I'm not cooking."

'Phew..'

Hugo's POV:

'Oh god she's gorgeous. I can't wait till I make her mine.'

"Hugo? You were going to get food?"

"Oh, gosh yeah. I'll be right back."

I went down to the kitchen.

"What do I get her?"

"Well, well.. Who knew you could be so sweet?" says a man's voice. 

"Bose, I'm not in the mood."

"You know you're doing pretty good with your empathy skills..."

"Shut up!" I yell. "I'm not even doing anything."

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