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It was a cold evening when I first noticed the strange behavior from Jade and Floyd Leach. They were always odd, but lately, their attention had grown more intense. Floyd's manic laughter and unpredictable mood swings only heightened the sense of unease that had begun to pervade every interaction. Jade, on the other hand, was like a shadow—silent, watching, calculating.
The first sign of trouble was subtle. A lingering gaze, a comment that seemed just a bit too pointed. At first, I brushed it off as a quirk of their personalities—Floyd's erratic energy and Jade's inscrutable calm. But as time went on, their behavior escalated into something far more unsettling.
It was late one night when Floyd showed up unannounced at my dorm. He burst through the door with that wild grin of his, eyes shining with a manic light. "Hey there! What's up, fishy?" he purred, his voice a strange mix of affection and menace. I remember the way his gaze wandered around the room, his eyes darting from one item to the next as if he were taking mental notes.
I tried to act nonchalant, but his presence was overwhelming. His moods swung from ecstatic to dark in the blink of an eye. One moment he'd be laughing, the next, his eyes would narrow, his smile turning into something more sinister. I couldn't help but feel that his every movement, every word, was calculated to unsettle me.
Jade, on the other hand, was a more persistent and frightening presence. He would often appear in the periphery of my vision, his expression inscrutable. There was an almost predatory quality to him, like he was always watching, always waiting. His calm demeanor was a stark contrast to Floyd's volatility, but it was equally chilling in its own way.
One evening, after a particularly unsettling encounter with Floyd, I found myself in the middle of an eerie silence. I hadn't seen either of them for a few days, and though the peace should have been welcome, it felt wrong. My instincts screamed that something was coming.
Then, out of nowhere, Jade appeared in my room, his usual serene mask in place. "You're here," he said softly, closing the door behind him with a gentle click. "Floyd's been quite... excited about you. He's been waiting for the right moment."
I tried to remain composed, but my heart raced. Jade's presence was like a cold, suffocating fog. He was so close now, his gaze fixed on me with an unsettling intensity. "Jade, what's going on?" I asked, my voice trembling.
He simply smiled, a thin, cruel smile that sent a shiver down my spine. "We've been waiting for the right moment to have you all to ourselves. Floyd's been very impatient."
Before I could react, Floyd burst into the room with his characteristic exuberance. His mood was manic, his laughter echoing off the walls as he bounded towards me. "Guess what, fishy? The time's finally come! We're going to have so much fun!"
I was paralyzed with fear as Floyd's laughter grew louder, more frenzied. Jade moved smoothly behind me, his hands resting lightly on my shoulders. "You're going to stay with us now," he said softly, almost tenderly. "Floyd and I have been planning this for a long time."
The realization hit me like a cold wave. I was trapped. Floyd's erratic behavior and Jade's unsettling calm were not just quirks—they were signs of something much darker. They were obsessed with me, and their obsession had taken a terrifying turn.
As Floyd's manic energy filled the room, I felt Jade's grip tighten on my shoulders, his hold firm but gentle. "Let's go," Floyd said with a wild grin. "We have a place ready for you, just for us."
Jade's eyes met mine, his gaze unyielding. "You're going to be very important to us. We've waited for this moment for so long."
In that moment, the room seemed to spin. Floyd's erratic energy and Jade's chilling calm formed a nightmarish combination. I realized with a sinking dread that there was no escape. They were taking me away, and there was nothing I could do to stop them.
As they led me out of the dorm and into the darkness, I felt the weight of their obsession press down on me. I was no longer just a victim of their peculiarities—I was a prisoner of their twisted, consuming desire.
~six months later~
The days have blurred together since they took me. My sense of time has warped in this place where every day feels like an eternity, but also like it's only been yesterday. Floyd's manic energy and Jade's cold, calculating presence have become a part of my existence. I'm not sure if I'll ever be free from this.
My "home" now is a lavish, underground lair—an opulent prison. The space is meticulously decorated, the kind of place that seems beautiful until you notice the absence of windows and the heavy, locked doors. Floyd and Jade have created a perfect cage, one where the walls are adorned with luxury but the bars are made of obsession.
Floyd is ever the unpredictable force. One moment, he's cheerful and playful, dragging me into some ridiculous game or offering me sweet, though unsettling, treats. His laughter is a twisted melody that keeps me on edge. The next moment, his mood swings to violent outbursts, where he'll shout and throw things around, his eyes burning with a manic light. It's impossible to predict what will set him off, and I live in constant fear of triggering one of his darker episodes.
Jade, in contrast, is a more composed and frightening presence. He's always watching, his gaze never leaving me for long. He's the one who controls the routine, ensuring that everything is orderly and that I am always under surveillance. His calm demeanor masks a deep, unsettling possessiveness. When he speaks, his voice is smooth and calculated, each word carefully chosen to remind me of my lack of freedom. He's like a predator, always waiting for the right moment to pounce.
They both have their moments of twisted affection. Floyd, in his lighter moods, will sometimes stroke my hair or laugh about how happy he is that we're together, as if his chaotic world is complete with me in it. Jade will offer a more restrained form of attention, a gentle touch that always feels cold and calculated, his eyes studying me with an unsettling intensity.
There are nights when the isolation feels overwhelming. I find myself staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep, my thoughts racing through all the ways I might escape. But every plan is thwarted by the constant surveillance. They seem to know my every move, and any attempt at defiance is met with punishment—Floyd's outbursts or Jade's cold reprimands.
I've tried to adapt, to make myself less of a target for their volatility. I pretend to enjoy Floyd's games, to appreciate Jade's unnervingly polite conversations. I've learned to read their moods, to navigate their whims as best as I can. But no matter how much I try to please them, the fear never fully fades. I'm always waiting for the next outburst, the next cold stare, the next reminder of how trapped I am.
Sometimes, when the silence stretches between their visits, I wonder if I'll ever see the outside world again. I think of the life I had before, of friends and freedom, and the normalcy I once took for granted. But those thoughts quickly turn into bitter reminders of a world I may never return to.
Every day, I cling to the hope that something might change, that some opportunity for escape might present itself. But hope is a fragile thing here. I've learned to keep my expectations low, to focus on survival and on getting through each moment. The moments of peace, when Floyd and Jade are away or preoccupied, are the only times I feel a semblance of relief.
I'm trapped in a nightmare, living under the shadow of two obsessive individuals who have made me the center of their dark world. And as each day passes, I can only hope that one day, somehow, I will find a way out of this hell they've created.
