𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀,, hobie brown.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈.

( gif by hazzawckd <3 )
word count; 4174.
playlist; house song — searows
highway 95 — baby keem
bad habit — poptropicaslutz!

I woke up tangled in what felt like the most heavenly, expensive silk sheets before I even opened my eyes. I was so cozy and comfortable, I could feel the sunlight from the window on my skin. I groaned and went to flip over and stretch, but the sound of a restraint stopped me in my tracks, my eyes finally opening up.

I gasped out in panic, sitting up in record time when I saw I was zip tied to the headboard pole. I looked down at my lap, seeing I was in fact in silk sheets, but not my silk sheets nor my bed. This bed was bigger, more expensive and the floor surrounding it was more cluttered with spikes of jewelry.

I had an instant headache considering my wound was still healing, but that was the least of my problems.

When I thought I felt a presence to my right, my head turned in that direction when I saw a broad figure sitting at the table with his exposed back to me. I didn't need to question who it was, I knew in my soul it was Hobie.

My body jolted forward again as I tried to pry the zip tie off my one wrist. The sound of the bed creaking underneath the weight of my body caused his head to turn over his shoulder, eyes locked on me with bloodshot eyes and erratic. This was his room and I had no idea what happened to cause me to be locked here.

"Morning, Fashion Killa." He mumbled before turning back to doing whatever he was doing on the table, the scars I saw before now in a brighter lighting were in my perfect view; some healed over and some brand new.

His hair was tied back in a large hair tie, gray sweatpants and black Nike socks.

"What am I doing here? Did we–? Did you–?" I stammer out in fear of my own safety, pushing the covers off my body to see I was in large clothing that was most definitely not mine.

"You don't remember?" He questions with his back still to me.

"Did you rape me!" I choked out in panic that was getting to me, scared that I was violated without remembering anything. The tears fell down my face, my free hand trying to catch all of them, but it didn't work. Too many were just falling.

"Wow, (Y/N). I was going to continue on with the joke but I am not that much of a monster." He says while turning around suddenly to face me, his face actually softened when we made eye contact. "I didn't touch you." He stated, his fingers playing a guitar pick he was shoving a string through to form a necklace.

"Then why am I here! Why am I chained to your headboard like a prisoner? Where are my other clothes?!" I was on edge, fearing the worst even more how I ended up here. Why even cuff me? What did he actually do to me within the time I don't remember last night?