Psychopaths can't love, that's for sure. But what could be so wrong about liking one anyway?
This is the rather long (Like, I'm warning you, it's over 400 pages in type 11 writing...So be prepared)fanfiction with a lot of edge, angst and smut. Lot'...
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When your blurry eyes do open again, there is nothing you can see except for featureless darkness; to that you are still in deep shock. Where were you, why, and how? It was even hard to recall what exactly had happened, what had led to here in the first place. As you attempt to move, to call out for help, or even look around, you realize how dire your situation was. Your limbs were tied together uncomfortably tight, gagged, and blindfolded; presumably attached to some wall allowing you to stand upright. Fuck, this couldn't be true, Jamie wouldn't...Ah What were you even trying to defend here, of course he would, and he did.
The panic was spreading in your brain like a wildfire the more of your conscious you regained, attempting to loosen, or even rid yourself of the restraints frantically. It felt like hours of senseless squirming and sobbing into the fabric crudely stuffed between your now sore jaw, the frustration nagging at your nerves even harder. How could you have been so blind, naive; so straight up stupid to trust some psychotic Junker? You had survived battle fields and dangerous gunfights, but this pretty madman had managed to make you toss all weariness out the window. Damm, damm it all to hell, the mission, Overwatch, everything. Now it was irrelevant, all of it was torn to shreds with one uncareful step, one faint moment of misplaced trust and fake friends...And possibly ardor.
You had trusted him, you really did, with all your heart. Even despite the warnings you had decided to get distracted by Rats damm voice, the promise of affection, pain, and the bittersweet hate love you had shared. You had only wanted to give him another chance for old time sake, and now look where it got you, kidnapped and tied up.
Now, all that you were left to do was hope, desperately beg for him to have the courtesy to let you go once he was done with his sick games. Whatever those may be. As soon as you do hear someone approach, your skin crawls vigorously, the fear of the unknown mixed with your complete defenselessness was to much to stand for. The menacing chuckle echoing through the room you were in is a dead giveaway for who it is, only adding to the burn.
"Look who decided t' wake up." Jamie's cracking voice hums sweetly, as if nothing ever happened between you; as if this was normal. "Morning Sunshine, I hope those ropes aren't too tight for ya, but I needed to make sure to keep ya nice n' still. Wouldn't wanna let the little bird fly away." He purrs with a sickeningly kind tune as his rough fingers trace alongside your waist and hips. You attempt squirming and trashing to get away from his warm hands, far, far away, but the restraints keep you barely moved. "Aw, don't be like that darl, ya said ya wanted t' be close to me; so I made sure ya would never, ever leave again." Fucking psycho.
The sick sense of tears welling up in your eyes as he spits out those words make it all so much worse, this was going to be hell, and it was going to be a long, long trip into madness; you could tell by the tune of his voice that he was going to make you suffer for all the pain he himself had went through. The touch of his mellow lips against the skin of your neck, his slick tongue tracing along the scabby bite he had so raucously placed there yesterday, ached under ever so slight touch. Silently crying and sobbing into the cloth placed around your eyes and mouth, you desperately tried to not to gag at the disgusting pain and deep discomfort of the situation.
