Jim Halpert x Dwight Schrute *smut warning*

Chapter 47 ***

BDSM WARNING! (this chapter contains mature themes and possible violence/kink description. Read at your own risk)

(Be forewarned this one is really out there)

I wake up on a hard, uncomfortable bed. I groan as I sit up, my head throbbing from the beating I took. The air is stale and musty, and there's a lingering odor of sweat and urine. The room is dark, and it takes me a minute to remember where I am. Dwight's brother had called us, begging us to come to the farm for the birth of his child. I was hesitant, but Dwight convinced me it was the right thing to do. I should have known better. As soon as we arrived, Dwight's family was on us. They called us all kinds of names, accused us of corrupting Dwight, of ruining their family. It was all so familiar, so painful. I remember the fists raining down on me, the shouts and curses of Dwight's family ringing in my ears. I remember trying to protect Dwight, to shield him from the blows, but there were too many of them. And then, suddenly, everything went black. I still can't believe it. I thought they were more of a love thy neighbor kind of Christian. But I guess I was wrong.

I sit up and look around. I am in some sort of Amish community prison. There are bars separating me from the rest of the jail, but I can see the other people who are locked up. I'm in a cell with many others who are all men, and they are all trying to ignore each other. Some are sleeping, curled up in corners, while others pace restlessly back and forth. There's another man in here with us, he's looking at me with disgust. I try to keep my eyes down, not wanting to draw attention to myself. But I can feel the man's eyes on me, his anger like a tangible thing in the air.

"What are you doing in here?" he asks, his voice thick with judgment.

I take a deep breath and try to compose myself before answering. "I'm here because I'm in love with another man," I say, my voice steady. "And that's a crime in the eyes of these people."

The man snorts. "Well, that's just sick," he says, turning away from me.

I grit my teeth, trying my best to ignore the man's judgmental comment. "Don't forget. You and I? We're all on the same side of the bars." I remind him.

The Amish man glares at me, but I can see the tiniest hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. Maybe he thinks I'm funny. Or maybe he's just amused by the idea of an outsider getting thrown in jail by the Amish. I lean back against the wall and close my eyes. I wish I could call the police, but they took my phone when they threw us in here. And even if I could get to a phone, I don't know where we are.

I hear footsteps coming down the hallway, and I open my eyes. Dwight is being led past my cell, and I can see the bruises on his face from where he was beaten. My heart breaks for him. I wish I could be there with him, holding his hand and comforting him. But I can't, and it's killing me.

"Jim!" Dwight calls out to me as he's dragged past my cell. "Jim, are you okay?"

I nod, even though I'm not okay. Not even close. But I don't want him to worry about me. "I'm fine, Dwight. How about you?"

Dwight shakes his head. "I've been better." The men lock his cell door and move on to the next one. Now we're separated by a small walkway, with bars on either side. I can fully see him, but we can't reach each other. It's like some kind of twisted, medieval Romeo and Juliet.

I step closer to the bars, trying to get a better look at his injuries. His eye is a deep purple but he can still see from it, and there's a deep cut on his forehead. I feel sick to my stomach at the thought of what he's been through. I reach through the bars as far as I can, trying to touch his hand. But it's too far away. We can't even hold hands through the bars.

As I sit in my cramped cell, separated from Dwight by just a few feet, I can't help but feel a deep ache in my chest. I just want to hold him, to feel his warm embrace and let him know that everything will be okay. But we're stuck here, at the mercy of Dwight's conservative and unforgiving family. I glance over at Dwight, his eyes fixed on me with a mix of confusion and concern. His upper body is muscular and toned, but there's a slight roundness to his stomach and thick thighs that make him all the more attractive to me. Despite his flat butt, I can't help but love every inch of him, especially knowing the hard work he puts in on his farm every day.