Not So Delicate ||18+|| ✔️

Brooklyn ~55~

TRIGGER WARNING: Sexual abuse, mentions of sexual abuse, waterboarding, physical abuse, mentions of drugs, abuse with a knife. 

PROCEED WITH CAUTION. IF THESE ARE TOPICS YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO, PLEASE THINK TWICE ABOUT READING THIS.

I woke up to a body pressed to my naked one. For a moment I forgot where I was, my brain too tired to comprehend anything. For a moment, just a moment, I hoped it was one of my men holding me. But the arms of the person were too thin. His chest was too weak, his scent was too overwhelming, and his body wasn't warming mine. It was burning.

I quickly move away, looking at the culprit. Joshua was lying there, fast asleep... naked. That's when everything hit me.

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I woke up with a headache, not remembering what happened before I was dead to the world. I sat up in bed, seeing I was alone. I remembered where I was, making me frown. That's when the door opens, revealing Joshua with a tray of food.

"I figured you would be awake, pet. I brought some food. You passed out out of the blue. Made me worry." He says, placing the tray on the bed in front of me. For the past week, I've been pretending to get Stockholm syndrome. Slowly giving him tiny looks that would appear as if I was slowly falling for him again.

He seemed to be falling for it.

He would kiss my head, hold my hand, and hug me when I cried because I 'stubbed my toe'.

In reality, I cried for my men.

I cried because it had been a week and they hadn't found me yet. I cried because every night I dreamt I would wake up beside them. I cried because I was losing hope.

I cried because I knew what was coming.

"Thank you... I'm very hungry for some reason." I say with a soft voice, another pawn in my game of chess.

"Yeah. I made you something simple since we won't be having supper tonight. So just a sandwich for lunch today." He smiled, offering the tray to me. He also had a glass of juice.

I take the sandwich, biting into it to hide my hesitation. I chewed slowly, feeling around for a pill he could've slipped in. I did that with the whole sandwich, offering him a bite which he took with a smile.

He spoke to me as I ate, telling me all about how he missed me and how much he couldn't wait to hold me in his arms again.

I wanted to puke.

"You're sweet..." I whisper, making his eyes dart to me, smiling widely. I grab the glass of juice, drinking down the liquid to force down the bile in my throat. I didn't even register the slight taste of spice.

He took the tray from me, placed it to the side, and took my glass. He crawled closer to me, making me swallow thickly. He laid his head on my stomach, forcing me to lay back as he mumbled a few things.

I felt sleepy albeit just waking up a few minutes ago. I tried to sit up but my limbs felt heavy. He noticed this and grinned at me.

"Trying something, pet? You're very needy for me." He chuckled, smashing his lips against mine. I tried to pull away but his hand kept my head against his.

No. Please no.

I tried to push him away but I could feel myself slipping in and out of consciousness... My drink. He drugged my drink.