Mindless Behavior Imagines

J.

This is for @naiaaaah.

You were cold, sick, and weary. You had been abducted for about three days, and you didn't know if you were going to be able to make it out alive. He stripped you naked and put you in a room. The television stayed on the news channel and every day you would see your picture and the word missing next to it. You would hear a lot of bullshit like you ran away or would be coming back soon. All you could think was: There was the police's way of saying that they cant find you. It made you sick, and you wanted to throw up. Crying all day eventually made you throw up about twice a day. Crying caused you to go into deep sleeps as well. And whomever he was clearly didn't want you dead. He offered food and water to you everyday and there was a bathroom in the corner. Shower, toilet, soaps, and even hygienic products was in the bathroom. You wondered why he wanted you naked, and even more why he took you.

"Want breakfast?"

You looked in the corner of the news channel it was 09:17am. How did he know you was up? Why was he even up?

"Yes."

You heard his loud thumps walk the other direction. In a few minutes or so, you smelled food being made. Your stomach was crawling and turning. Every day you got nervous about whether to eat it or not. But every time you have, you haven't made a mistake yet. Sooner or later the door creaked open and in came him. You didn't dare try to fight anymore. He was wayyyyyyy too strong for you. All he did was pick you up and gave you a nice threat. He wouldn't dare put his hands on you. You know that because the first day you came here, he wrote you a letter. The letter had rules and regulations on them. It told you how you were going to survive out of here.

"Thank you J."

"Why do you call me that?"

"Because everyday you wear a jacket with the letter J on it."

It was true too. Every time you would see him, he had a jacket with the letter J on it. You assumed his name started with a J. Last night you thought of any name that started with a J on it, but it didn't fit him. So you just decided to cal him J.

"Well maybe I will start calling myself that then."

You didn't like this at all. A stranger, more like your kidnapper was attracted to you. You didn't like this at all. Not one bit. You were getting more scared by the day. He was attractive to the typical woman, but in this case, HE WAS YOUR KIDNAPPER.

"Why would you ever do that?"

"Because my name starts with a 'J' and you just gave me a nickname so it makes since."

You wondered if his friends knew about this. You always heard people coming in and out of the home. You tried banging and screaming but it was no use. Every single last one of them didn't do anything to help you at all.

"Well what do you want from me?"

"I want your affection."

Your eggs turned into yellow throw up, the bacon turned into shit pebbles, and the water turned into a empty cup to hold your throw up. That statement made you sick to your stomach. You couldn't believe what he was saying to you.

"What happens after I give that to you?"

"You leave."

"Fine, let's do it."

You were scared out of your mind. You didn't know what this man had in store for you. Hopefully his dick was small.

You laid down on the bed and followed behind you. You stomach started to bubble as he took off his pants and began to hover over you. He slid his penis into your channel and it made you quench. He wasn't too big so this made it more comfortable for you. You closed your eyes and tried to imagine Channing Tatum fucking you.

You felt him slide in and out of you slowly.

"Touch my back."

Every word sounded like bullshit. In your mind you refused but you had to do what you had to do. Your hands touched down his spine and you felt his body heat. Your thighs began to get moist. He looked down at you and seen your eyes closed feeling accomplished.

You couldn't get turned on. His pace was too slow and this was all with the wrong guy. This sex was horrible for you. After he reached his climax he pulled out and came all over your stomach. It made you feel used. You got up and looked in the mirror.

"Guess I am not a virgin anymore J."

He looked at you in disbelief. He didn't know that you were still a virgin.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"That doesn't matter. Can I go home now?"

He went through his pants and got his gun. He took the safety off and looked into your eyes.

"I can't believe I hurt the one I love the most."

You didn't know what to say nor do. You most definitely did not want him to kill his self. You needed to get home.

"Please I want to go home."

He shot his self in the chest and fell back. You got too scared. You walked backwards until you reached a wall. You sat there and cried for the most part. You couldn't believe he killed his self.

FIVE YEARS LATER

You laid down in your bedroom. You could never trust anyone after that incident so you were always lonely. Every year you would get a letter through your window with the letter J on it. You knew who it was and you didn't want to bother him. In fact you made a wall with all the papers on it. It was this time of the year for him to come back in so you slept with the window open. You waited for his feet to crush the leaves outside but they never did. In a way you were let down. You turned over and was met with his face.

"J?"

"J."

Okay you guys so I tried something different. Tell me what you think. Leave comments and please vote. I want to know how I did so it would be highly appreciated. Also do you all want me to reply back to your comments? I be contemplating on whether or not to do so and end up just not doing it. So let me know about that to.

Thank you all for reading my story and I love everyone who supports me.

-xoxoxoxoxoxo