Bound in Desire: Love's Dark Hold Amidst the Zombie Apocalypse

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In the dimly lit library were small areas they set up with blankets and sleeping bags. The area looks strangely cozy, given the circumstances. Of being a hostage.

Lincoln had his eyes locked on me. His smirk on his lips sent a chill down my spine. I felt his fingers grip my arm more tightly as he pulled me closer to his warm body until I was inches from his chest.
I could feel his steady heart beat against my chest due to our close proximity.I could feel the gun he flaunted moments ago now pressing against my hip as a silent reminder of his control.

"You see, Emmy," he began. "I'm not interested in your opinions. You're going to do what we say, and in return, we'll keep you alive. It's simple."

I subconsciously swallowed hard. I felt my heart pounding in my chest. "And if I don't?" I attempted to ask confidently, but it came out trembling with fear.

Lincoln's smirk widened. Sending an uncomfortable feeling up my spine because the smirk didn't reach his eyes.

I felt his hand softly graze my cheek, brushing the area with what seemed to be a mockingly gentle caress. "If you don't, then things get difficult for you. And trust me, you don't want that."

Mason finally stepped close; his presence was just as intimidating because I knew he was also carrying.
"You're not here to argue or negotiate," he said, his tone sounding colder than Lincoln's. "We're not the good guys, Emmy. You belong to us now, and it's about time you accepted that."

I felt Lincoln move close to me, if possible. I felt his breath against my ear, and his voice was in a tone that left no room for argument. "Listen carefully, Emmy. Here's how things are going to go."

He seemed to dramatically pause for a moment as I was stewing in fear. "You do what we say, when we say it, without question. That means if we tell you to get up, you get up. If we tell you to stay put, you don't move a muscle. Do you understand?"

I nodded stiffly, fear locking in my words.

"Good, girl," he said, his voice sounding slightly softer. "In return, we'll keep you safe. We'll feed you, make sure you have water, and protect you from the things out there that would tear you apart without a second thought."

Mason finally chimed in after hearing Lincoln talk.
His voice was still dark, almost the opposite of Lincoln's. "But don't mistake that for kindness. We're not here to coddle you or give you freedom. You're with us because we allowed it, and that's the only reason you're still breathing."

Lincoln softly brushed my hair from my face, tucking the hair behind my ear. The gesture felt more possessive than caring, and it frightened me slightly. "You want to survive, right? Then you need to learn your place. There's no room for defiance or second-guessing. We say jump; you just jump." He says it softly.

Mason's hand had now found its way around my waist, turning me to meet his intense gaze. His grip was firm, but it didn't hurt. "If you try to run, we'll find you. If you disobey, there will be consequences. And trust me, you don't want to find out what those are."
He tells me his eyes are serious and hard.

I swallowed hard, my pulse racing, as their words painted a clear picture of the reality I was now trapped in.

"It's simple. You eat when we say so. You sleep when we say it. Move when we say. Everything we say, you do." Lincoln says, pausing briefly, "We're heading to the sanctuary, and it's a long journey. We don't have time for games, and we certainly don't have time to deal with any more of your protests."

Mason finally let go of my waist. The area now felt slightly cold, and his dark eyes were on me.
"We're not monsters, Emmy. But we're also not going to tolerate any more of your bullshit. You follow our lead, and you might just make it out of this alive." He scolds me in a way as if talking to someone stubborn.

Lincoln leaned back ever so slightly. Though he still towered over me, "You're not here to negotiate or argue. The sooner you understand that, the easier this will be for you. We're in charge. You do as we say, or you deal with the consequences."

My heart pounded in my chest, making it hard to breathe.

Lincoln's voice dropped almost to a whisper the feeling sent a shiver down my spine. "You are ours now, Emmy. Remember that."

I felt my eyes begin to water. Then suddenly Lincoln says "You'll be in the middle," he nods with his head signaling he was telling me it was time to lay down. "That way, if you decide to make a run for it, you'll have to go through both of us."

Mason grabbed my other arm, and they both led me to the spot they had designated for me. The implication of being in between the two of them was anything but comforting.

"Lie down," Mason ordered, his voice leaving absolutely no room for defiance.

I hesitated for a moment, but the cold, unyielding look in their eyes told me resisting was pointless. Slowly, I lowered myself onto the makeshift bed, the rough material scratching against my skin. My body was tense, every muscle coiled in fear and anticipation of what might come next.

Lincoln settled down on one side of me, Mason on the other; their presence was overwhelming. I felt trapped. I stared up at the ceiling, trying to focus on anything other than the heat radiating from their bodies.

As the minutes ticked by, I realized sleep wouldn't come easily. Not with their heavy breathing filling the small space, not with their constant awareness of how close they were. Every sound and every movement they made kept me on edge, my heart refusing to slow down.

"Relax, Emmy," Lincoln murmured. "We're not going to hurt you, as long as you behave."

Mason's hand brushed against my arm. "Now, close your eyes and get some rest. You're going to need it," he whispered in my ear.

The darkness of the library seemed to close in around me, amplifying every sound and every whispered word. I was trapped in a nightmare with no way out; their dominance was suffocating, leaving me with no choice but to obey.

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to calm the storm of fear and anxiety swirling inside me. Their control over me was absolute, and I knew that any hope of survival depended on my willingness to play by their rules.

As the night dragged on, their presence became a constant reminder of the power they held over me. There was no escape, no reprieve. I was theirs, and there was nothing I could do about it.

Not tonight, and maybe not ever.

But as I lay there between them, the weight of their dominance pressing down on me, I couldn't help but wonder how long I could keep up the charade before something inside me snapped.

And what would happen when it did?