ℍ𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪..𝕚𝕤𝕙? {Mcyt / Dsmp x reader!)

𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌!

"Love me! Please ______ just love me!" He shouted as I struggle to release myself from the binds around my wrists. My eyes were squeezed tight and tears stung them, the only sound coming from his heavy breathing that was becoming more frantic with each passing second. A few strands of hair were falling into my eyes as they blurred with the salty liquid in them but I didn't dare look up at him.
He pulled me closer in an attempt to comfort me as I fought against him. His pleas for my love started to get in my head. Did he really love me or was this just another way to manipulate me into loving him? I shook my head as I kicked and struggled against him. "_______, I love you! why can't you love me back?!" he said his voice slower and his words slurred. "No! Stop! Please..." I said. I was tired of fighting and soon gave in. I cried into the latter's shoulder. I didn't want this! I didn't want his hands on me! "I'm sorry ______ please don't cry, I'm so sorry...Please forgive me."
I let out a gasp when the bindings suddenly loosened around my wrists leaving them free to rub against one another. he hugged me and kissed the top of my head. I backed Away "Stop! Please! I don't want to love you!" I said my voice raspy from crying. he frowned and tears welled up in his eyes. "Why not? I've done everything I could for you!" He said sadly as I sat myself on the floor. I pulled my knees to my chest so I didn't have to see him, he would cry to get me to comfort him. he only wanted me to hug and love him. but how could I when he kidnapped me? "can we please go to bed?" I asked. I knew it wasn't right, but I still felt bad for him. I hated when he cried. He nodded and helped me up. I wiped my eyes with my sleeve and went to bed with him.
As we laid there he held onto me tighter and harder than before. It scared me. I didn't like being touched like this. I tried to move to no avail. He only gripped me tighter as if he thought I'd leave him if he let go. He wouldn't let go no matter what I did. It was like he had been conditioned to do so and he couldn't be freed until I did it willingly.
After a while he began to loosen his grip and fell asleep. As much as I wanted to sleep I couldn't. I looked over at him sleeping, he still hadn't moved.
If I left would he notice? I wondered as I slipped away from him and scooted to the other side of the bed to sleep. I curled up tightly under the covers, my hand resting on top of my pillow in case I needed something. If I slept would I wake up in his arms? Would I feel better with him there?
I woke up in the middle of the night to feel him wrap his arms around me again. I knew he didn't mean any harm in how tight he held me, yet it still hurt. he never physically hurt me but did quite a bit of psychological damage. he would cry if I didn't do what he wanted. I remember once, I tried to escape and failed by being caught by him after I got out the window. he was supposed to be at the store but got home early to find me standing like a dear in headlights.
he cried for almost the entire night and mumbled things like 'why do you hate me' or 'why can't you just be loving for once' . after that I figured it would be better to stay for as long as I could.
I fell asleep thinking on all the mistakes I've made. if I didn't try to leave I wouldn't have to be tied up everytime he left. I was reluctant to ever go near the basement but now I had to for an hour or more every week.
I woke up the next morning next to him, he was still snuggled against my back as he slept. It was somewhat comfortable. I slowly untangled myself from him and took a deep breath before walking towards the door.
I quietly made my way down the stairs. They creaked softly. I walked into the living room. There was light coming from behind the curtains. It must have been daylight outside. I crept past the couch to the front door. I heard a loud thump upstairs. And then footsteps down the stairs. "______?" he called as I struggled with the lock I had to get out before he saw me. just before he found me I was able to open the door. I ran outside as I heard loud shouts behind me. we lived far from anyone else so no one could see or hear what we did. "______! Stop!" he shouted as I got farther away. I soon heard his car start up and come chasing after me. it only took a couple minutes for him to get me back again.
I was tied up in the basement for punishment. I tried to escape several times but to no avail. He'd tie me up and carry me back. It was horrible. cried and yelled. at this point I wished I was dead. it was my fault for ever trusting him, or anyone for that matter.
The basement was dark and damp, like most places in our house. It was cold and it seemed to echo. I shivered and wrapped my arms around myself as I sat in a corner. I didn't like sitting down, but since I was tied to the chair, it made me uncomfortable to stand. I didn't know what time it was but the sun was setting in the distance. I glanced over at a clock on the wall. 3 o'clock. This isn't good. I tried to think about anything besides what might happen to me later. I tried to think about how much longer I have left here. I thought about my parents. I wonder if they're okay.
I looked up at the ceiling. It was bare, just wooden beams holding the roof up. There weren't any windows either, I was sure of that. I sighed and closed my eyes hoping that maybe I'll drift off to sleep. it was a dreamless sleep like usual.
I heard the door open. "Have you learned anything yet?" he asked as I lifted my head. to face him. "not to run away." I said quietly. he nodded and untied me I got up a went upstairs with him to eat. We ate silently. Afterwards he took me back downstairs. I was led to my spot in the basement. The same old chair that I always sat in.
I watched him walk out. I sighed heavily.
He came back moments later, "Come on." I followed him obediently. I didn' t know where we were going but I trusted him enough not to tell me. After he unlocked the door to what I assume is a basement bedroom, I noticed he had changed clothes. He grabbed my chin forcing me to meet his eyes.
His eyes were red and puffy. His face was blotchy with tears. he looked exhausted. "I'm sorry." he whispered as he brought himself forward and planted a soft kiss on my lips. "I love you _______." he said. I looked down ashamed. Why would he care anyways, he hates me.
"I love you too." I whispered back looking into his eyes for a brief moment before looking back down to hide my tear stained cheeks. I stood stiffly as he leaned down and kissed my forehead. "Sleep well." he whispered and walked away. I stayed awake watching him leave. he closed the door quietly behind him.
I laid down. My breathing was slow and heavy. I rolled over trying to get comfortable but I kept having these nightmares about him hurting me.
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I woke up in a cold sweat with a scream stuck in my throat. I quickly shut my mouth when I realised I was alone in the bed. I breathed deeply as my heart pounded furiously in my chest. I put my head between my knees as I calmed myself down. I rubbed my sweaty hands on my face, trying to calm down my racing heartbeat. Soon I heard the door open and my name called "_____, I made breakfast!"

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