Obi X Reader (Completed)

A weird twist of events

Your POV:
Replaying the same memory over and over in my head I couldn't help it but smile.

Keeping my eyes shut, keeping the world out I watch at my memory with Obi.

Feeling cold hands touch my skin I quickly jerk my body in surprise. Expecting to see Obi I went to greet him.

Only to see a hooded figure. Hiding their face. Their hand clasps my mouth. Intercepting any noise.

Seeing his free hand form a fist it quickly approached my stomach. Pain shot through out my body, knocking me unconscious.

Third person POV:
The intruder picked up (Y/N)'s unconscious body. Silently sneaking away from her room he dodged and weaves through the many guards patrolling the place.

Finally making it out he smiled in victory. Happy of his new 'slave'. The next time (Y/N) awoke she was in a strange room.

Her hands and feet tied up to a chair. A man looking down on her. Fearfully (Y/N) looked around her.

Scanning her surroundings she understood her messed up situation. The man brought a knife out.

Bringing close to (Y/N)'s eye. Stopping all movement (Y/N) gulped. Too scared to make a peep, she stayed there.

Silently screaming out for help. Screaming out for Obi to hurry up and save her.

For him to carry her out of here. With her on his back. Hoping, praying that he'll burst through the door.

"'Princess' (Y/N) nice to make your acquaintance. If you do as told you'll not be harmed. Do you understand?"

(Y/N)'s fear kept her hostage from speaking. Unable to mutter a single word the guy blew a fuse.

Obviously angry at the silent treatment he was given, the knife dug into (Y/N)'s flesh.

A scream of pain and agony escaped her pink lips.

"I asked a question. ANSWER IT!!!"

"Yes I understand."

The words barely audible. Escaping her throat. Her thirsty thirsty throat. A pain forming in her arm where the knife stood.

The man ,with full strength, pulled it out. Another scream emitting. The ropes were taken off of (Y/N).

A maid uniform handed on to her.

"Dress. Here and now."

Holding onto her bleeding arm, her spark now gone. Stripping off the layers of her clothing (Y/N) went to put on the uniform.

Her hand, this time, was stabbed by the guy.

"Take EVERYTHING off."

Protectively her arms straddled her breast. Trying to keep them hidden from the males stare.

The knife was once again stabbed but in her other hand. Succumbing to the pain (Y/N) removed it all off.

Laughing maniacally the guy handed her the uniform. Placing it on her body plastered with goosebumps.

A shameful and disgraceful look on her face.

~1 week later~

Kidnappers POV:
(Y/N) brought my breakfast up to my room. Her maid uniform revealing as always.

Licking my lips I take my food. Beginning my meal she sat on the floor. Just as instructed.

It didn't take long for her to learn the 'rules' of this place. She had a bunch of cuts and bruises but oh well.

She's as beautiful as the day I first met her.

"Master if this is all may I take my leave? Cleaning the place will take a while."

Nodding my head she gets up. Her woman hood exposed to me as she stands up.

Walking out the room I'm left alone. Alone just like always. With no parents or friends there was nothing I could do for survival.

Stealing was and is my only way of survival. I did find a stable job keeping me alive.

But now that (Y/N) is here fuck that! I have her. That's all I need. I housewife cleaning after me.

Cooking all my meals. Allowing me to do as I please with her. I couldn't ask for more.

Obi's POV:
Hearing a loud shriek I ran into the house. Surprised at what I saw there I couldn't help but fall to do the ground.

In front of my eyes (Y/N) stood there. A maid uniform on her slim figure. A guy on top of her.

Trying to rip it off. Anger boiling up to my veins I took my knife out. Stabbing it, into his body.

His NOW lifeless body. Staring into (Y/N)'s eyes I couldn't help but just throw myself on her.

Her body littered with scars. Deep scars. That won't ever leave her body. Scars that will always remind her of 'this'.

"Let's... lets go home."

She said with a smile on her face. Her eyes weren't smiling however. They were dead lifeless eyes.

The eyes of a soulless person. Allowing her to get on my back I ran back 'home'.

Taking her back into the world of safety.