Jim x Dwight Oneshots *smut warning*

Jim the kidnapper pt. 2

*TW mentions Mental Health, Kidnapping, Violence, Intimidation, SA, Childhood Trauma, Police*

Jim's bedroom is small, with a single barred window covered by a thick, dark curtain. The only furniture in the room is the twin-sized bed, a dresser, and the chair where Dwight is still restrained. Jim has added a mini-fridge and a hot plate to the room to make sure that he can cook whatever Dwight wants, whenever he wants it. Jim has spent the better part of a week and a half in this room with Dwight, and he's determined to make it the best time of Dwight's life.

Jim sits on the edge of the bed, holding the beet sandwich and beef jerky in his hand. He smiles at Dwight, trying to keep his voice light and cheerful. "Here you go, Dwight. Your favorite," he says, offering the sandwich to Dwight.

Dwight looks at the sandwich, then up at Jim with suspicion. He's learned to be cautious around Jim, never knowing when he'll snap or lash out. "Did you...do anything to it?" he asks, his voice wary.

Jim shakes his head, his smile widening. "Nothing, Dwight. I swear. I just made it the way you like it," he says, his voice gentle and soothing.

Dwight takes a small bite. He chews slowly, his eyes never leaving Jim's face. After a moment, he nods, swallowing. "It's good," he admits, his voice hesitant. He knows better than to upset Jim, who has been nothing but kind to him since he kidnapped him. But the fear is always there, lurking in the back of his mind, waiting for Jim to snap.

Jim's smile grows wider, and he starts to feed Dwight the sandwich, making sure to give him plenty of time to chew and swallow each bite. "I'm glad you like it, Dwight. I just want you to be happy," he says, his voice soft.

As he watches Dwight eat, he notices that his stomach looks a bit softer, as if he may have gained a few pounds. Jim's heart swells with love for Dwight, and he thinks about how soft and cuddly he is. But then he decides that he needs to start reducing his calories, and he makes a mental note to start feeding him healthier meals.

Dwight can feel Jim's hand on his shoulder, and he flinches away from the touch. He's learned to hate Jim's touch, no matter how gentle or well-meaning it may seem. "Please don't touch me," he says, his voice low.

Jim's smile falters, and he removes his hand from Dwight's shoulder, placing it back on the bed. His eyes start to water, and he blinks rapidly, trying to hold back the tears. He can feel his chest tightening, and his breathing becomes labored. He doesn't want to scare Dwight, but he can't help the overwhelming emotions that are taking over.

"I'm sorry," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just love you so much, and I want you to know that everything I do is because I care about you." His tears start to fall, and he can feel his body shaking with sobs.

Dwight feels a wave of terror wash over him as he watches Jim cry. He's seen Jim get angry before, and it's never a good thing. He doesn't know how to handle Jim's emotions, and he's afraid that he's going to do something to make him even more upset. "It's okay, Jim," Dwight says, his voice shaky. "Please don't cry. I'm fine, really." He tries to sound reassuring, but he knows that it probably won't make a difference.

Jim takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He wipes away his tears with the back of his hand and looks at Dwight, his expression softening. "I'm sorry, Dwight. I didn't mean to scare you. I just...I can't help how I feel sometimes." He reaches out tentatively, placing his hand on Dwight's arm. "Do you forgive me?" he asks, his voice small.

Dwight hesitates for a moment, looking at Jim's hand on his arm. He doesn't want to forgive him, but he knows that it's the safest thing to do. "I forgive you," he says finally, trying to sound convincing.