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◆(𝐘/𝐍), 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄; 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐓. He stared at me, trying to comprehend the words I just said to him. He looked confused. Does he truly not comprehend my love for him? I looked down at him, a smile on my face. It's okay, that he doesn't understand. I'll help him understand. I'll make him understand. And soon, he'll love me too. Stockholm syndrome is my best friend in this situation, I suppose.
(Y/N) shook his head, his usual annoyed expression back. "Ugh, I totally don't get you. You're weird, you know that? Not just weird, but a total crazy person. Have you considered going to a therapist? Maybe you'll be more likeable then. Like, god, why the actual fuck am I having a conversation with a literal murderer? Fuck this.", and with that, he wondered out back into the living room. I followed behind him. "Where exactly are you going?" "I'm trying to find a way out." I huffed in amusement and leaned against the kitchen doorframe. "Darling, I told you this already, there isn't a way out. I mean, you can try, but it's honestly pointless." "Hmph. That's what all kidnappers say." Well, he's not wrong. All kidnappers do say that. But, if I wasn't confident in my ability in keeping him here, then why isn't he tied up right now? ...not that I'd mind seeing him tied up.
He tore the living room apart. Trying to find a key or something, perhaps? I wasn't sure. He inspected the front door for the tenth time, glaring at the heavy padlock that kept him from the outside. He cursed under his breath, and moved past me to get in the kitchen. He picked up one of the wooden chairs sitting at the glass table. "Er- what are you doing?" He went and slammed the chair against the door. I was at a loss of words. He continued to do it, determined to break the door down. The only thing he broke was the chair. It's only the third paragraph in this chapter, and he's already broke a piece of my furniture. Just great.
(Y/N) started at the splintered chair, and then looked back up at me. He pouted. "Eh? Are you upset that your plan didn't work?" He nodded his head. He then proceeded to unplug and pick up the microwave. Heavier the better, right? I quickly removed the microwave from his hands. "Okay sweetheart, how about we don't destroy the microwave? Here.", I filled up a glass with water from the tap and gave it to him, "How about we take a breather and a drink? That is much less dangerous." He looked at the water in his hands. A smug smile slowly formed. Oh dear, that was never a good sign. "Well if I can't throw the microwave, then-", he chucked the glass on the floor, not even aiming for the door. Shards of glass and water covered the kitchen tiles. "I'll just throw everything else then." He looked quite pleased with himself.
I sighed. Yep, that was the love of my life right there. And I wouldn't have anyone else.
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Thanks for reading!!💕 I reaallly appreciate all the votes and views I've been getting!! Maybe someday I'll make a special chapter, but don't quote me on that. I'm also really sorry this one is so short!
