Kidnapper || Male OC X Reader

July 28th

You're awoken the next morning by the sound rummaging in the kitchen, cupboard doors shutting loudly. It could only be Theodore, and based on your previous experiences of being around someone when they're upset, you know he's spectacularly pissed off. The sound of the padlock unlocking and clunking against the door has you fully alert. Theodore opens the door, walking in, his eyes meet yours for a brief moment, but he quickly looks away.

'Fuck, he looks mad.'

"Sit up."

He says, his voice sounding rougher than usual, he'd never spoken to you like this, like you were nothing. You decide it's not worth the argument, you'd already hurt him enough by trying to escape, so you do as he says, swinging your legs off of the side of the bed, and sitting in an upright position, not wanting to make the situation worse than it currently is. He walks over you, stopping in front of your knees. He rips the tape off of your mouth. You grimace, hissing with pain, your face stinging.

"Could have been a bit more gentle."

All you get in return is a scoff, and what you believe looks like an eye roll. He steps just outside of the room, grabbing a bowl of what appears to be porridge. As he walks back in, you watch him, trying to figure out the right words to say to him, you know you can't fix it, but maybe you could make it feel slightly less tense and uncomfortable than it does at the present moment.

"I'm sorry, Theo- Theodore."

You correct yourself as he shoots you a glare, there's fire behind his eyes, a rage that's slowly building more and more and for a split second you're genuinely scared of what he could do. He doesn't take the tape off of your wrists, not yet at least, so for now you're stuck with him spoon feeding you like you're some form of child. He brings a spoonful of porridge to your mouth.

"Open."

He demands, and you follow. You attempt to speak to him between mouthfuls of food, murmuring your apologies.

"It won't happen again, I promise. I just got scared."

You say before he shovels another spoon of food into your mouth. Even while he's doing this, Theodore refuses to meet your eyes.

"I just panicked."

He shovels the last spoon of the porridge into your mouth, setting the bowl down. He takes a butterfly knife out of his pocket, flipping it open, gesturing to your bound wrists.

"Lift them up."

You hesitate for a minute, and Theodore shoots you this look. Gods, if he wasn't so angry you'd think he's almost sexy looking at you like this. It makes you feel small under his gaze, and you quickly lift your wrists up. He swiftly cuts through the tape, ripping it off of you, earning another hiss from you.

"Fucking hell."

You mutter out, before rubbing at your now freed wrists, the skin reddening quickly.

"Theodore, please-"

He swiftly cuts you off, picking up the previously discarded bowl.

"I'll be back at dinner time."

And with that, he heads out of the door, you hear the padlock clunk against the door again, and hear the sound of it clicking into place, signifying you're once again locked in.