𝐈 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝐗𝐗𝐗 | 𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏

Ownership (n.)
the act of possessing something entirely
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   The sudden gunshot faded into a loud ringing as it reverberated through the small room. A silence followed so thick it seemed to eat everything of sound in its path, a dark gaping maw that could not be escaped from. In the aftermath of Cage's kidnapping, everything happened so fast it was nothing but a flurry of colors to (Y/N). She didn't have any memory of Thorne freeing her or Darlene, nor did she remember the police arriving immediately after.

She remembered flashes, though: Thorne helping her out of her binds, her falling to the ground, her hugging her mother tightly, her crying.

    Thorne remembered everything pretty clearly as he watched the two woman while waiting for the police. Gaze wandering around the room, he could see that this room was designed specifically for torture, his eyes then on Darlene's hands, all but two of her fingernails gone. Just as he was about to say something, the sound of sirens reached his ear and distracted him from his thoughts. Ushering the pair out of the house, he handed them over to an officer before going to take his statement. Not a minute later after the police force entered the house, they came out with Cage in a stretcher to load him onto an ambulance.

His pulse was faint, but still there.

    He was alive.

    Every servant of the household was then taken in for questioning, having known of what was going on, however not being able to do anything on account of their loved ones or lives being threatened. Mr. Presley was the one exception. Cage's father, Evan, knew nothing of his son's infatuation with (Y/N), completely aghast at his true, now unearthed nature. With Cage confessing to all of his sins, the police were able to use the information provided to then locate Jasmine's and Angelina's bodies

    Cage felt no guilt for anything that he did.

    He held no remorse.

    When taken to court, when hearing all that he did, he smiled, laughed even, at some parts. But when seeing (Y/N), his facade of ease instantly melted away. He screamed at her that she would never be able to escape again, his dark eyes muddy with twisted desire and obsession.

    It sickened her.

    But worst of all, at least to her, it frightened her. Even though she knew it was a natural feeling, she still hated it.

    She didn't want to go to the hearing in the first place, but Darlene insisted that she did. To face her tormentor and make sure he was placed behind bars, she went, but knew she had made a mistake as soon as she saw him. And when she couldn't take it anymore, Cage called out to her as she left, begging her not to go even. She waited outside nervously, but when Darlene informed her of his sentence—he deemed mentally insane and sent to an asylum for the rest of his days—she sighed in relief.

    Of course, this was all seven years ago and she had no idea where Cage Winters was now. All she wanted to focus on getting married.

    Specifically to Thorne Henderson.

    I can't believe it...

    As (Y/N) looked at herself in the mirror, her white dress fitting nicely around her top before flowing out at the bottom in waves, she smiled.

    I'm getting married.

    She had worried what people would think about her getting married to her high school teacher, yet she was happily surprised to find that most accepted it. There were of course more than a few naysayers, but they didn't matter to her. What made her the most joyful was learning that Thorne had always had a soft spot for her, such feelings only blossoming into love and affection afterwards when she was a legal adult.

    She knew it was taboo.

    And so did he.

    But they didn't care, because they loved each other. And as they said their vows, (Y/N) slipping a ring onto his finger and vice versa, they shared a passionate kiss, one the guests cheered to as the music swelled and the dancing began. Intertwining her hand with her husband's, she lifted her dress with the other and swayed to the beat. A smile that could be described as bright as the sun rested along her lips as she drank in the happiness of the moment, a vast difference to her teen years.

    While Darlene had always supported her, no matter how annoyed they got with each other, life was still rough for them.

    But they got by.

    Everything traumatic that happened in the past would be exactly that: in the past. The mother and daughter talked for the whole day after that, letting themselves heal and process what had happened, but never again wanting to think about it.

    And they were happier doing that.

    As (Y/N) let herself dip in Tom's arms, she closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of perfume and desserts mingling together, loving the smell and letting it caress her as she threw herself into the moment. However, all the while these festivities were happening, something was going on barely fifty miles away from where the wedding was taking place in an insane asylum. Someone had broken out—someone who had been waiting for such an opportunity for seven long, strenuous years.

    The man smirked as he walked down the dark winding road, straightening the clothes he had stolen from a nearby store whilst twirling a knife around his fingers. His smile shone in the darkening sky, the moon and stars soon creeping out from behind the clouds.

    "I'm coming, (Y/N)," he whispered into the night. "This time, I won't let you go. I own you."

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The End.