Praise [discontinued]

The Trapper | Joseph Seed

obsessive! Joseph Seed x Deputy

You knew it was a bad idea to cuff him as soon as you exited the church. Your hands quote and you're sure The Father could feel that you were nervous; you felt the need to lean forward and apologise to him. Eyes were baring into you worse then they had at the church.
Having been lost in your thoughts you fell behind the group and almost had to push the man in-front of you over to catch up- something you didn't manage to do before a cultist drug the Father away from you and a butt of a gun met your face with a crack.
•••
Waking up was hard, your head pounded, and your face throbbed from the pain coming from your nose. You had tried to sit up only to realise your hands were cuffed to the metal headrest of the bed. Comforting. You thought. You were rather calm until you felt hands run up your sides, making you throw your head to see who it was- just to be met with blue eyes.

Your breathing picked up as the Father hummed at you, his hand coming up to stroke your face with his thumb [which hurt, but you put up with it]. He seemed to realise you had quickly become nervous from his touch, and so he shushed you and stood from his spot on the bed. He left you in the room and you took the time to understand what situation you were in. Looking to your side you could tell it was a large bed- a Queen maybe... Moving your eyes back up you could make out a painting with people on it, and looking back down you saw bookshelves among bookshelves. With many titles that you didn't exactly recognise. He came back with a rag in his hands, damp with whatever, and began to rub your face clean. Or- that was his intention. Your head snapped up and away from his hand as you squawked in pain. He watched for a second before reaching out with a free hand and pulling your face back to him.
"Oh Baby, Child... please do not be afraid..."
He obviously didn't understand that your fear was at the lowest point. Your nerves were on edge however, and from the pain encasing your face; the rest of your body was alert.
He shushed you again when you opened your mouth, shutting it with his own hand before gripping the sides of your face and beginning to clean, despite your writhing and attempts to get away from him. Your body screamed as you made another attempt to pull away from his hand, succeeding this time, but slamming your head on the headboard. You let out a noise that sounded close to a hurt rabbit before keeping as much distance between you and him.
"Child, I just wish to clean your wounds."
His voice sounded so calm and comforting, but something about it told every muscle in your body not to trust him. Yet, you did. You let yourself settle back into the middle of the bed. He held a soft smile- which really just scared you- before starting his task again, gentler then last time. Now however, you had a plan. If he is to let you get up and walk around you would run for the hills and not turn back. If you were lucky, you would find some of the others. You tried to relax into The Father's hand but found yourself flinching every time he cleaned around your nose. Joseph's eyes were calm, his aviators still covering blue eyes. Your body quivered when he finally stopped.
"How do you feel, child?" His voice sounded sickening. So calm, while you sat tied to a bed.
You didn't respond to him. His eyebrows raised as he hummed "How do you feel, Child." Now it was more of an order to tell him how you felt. You still didn't as you looked away from him. You didn't want him to know what you sounded like, it'd be too easy to find you if he knew.
He didn't go away, but he did leave you be as he sat down and started to write in a book.
•••
Days passed and you had found yourself running through briar bushes, bleeding from your feet and legs, and hardly stopping from the pain. Your face still hurt, but you had to get away. Especially now that you've ran. Joseph would surely punish you if he caught you.
It had been the second day that he proposed the two of you should marry as soon as possible, but when you gave him a questioning look he only responded with "God showed me your purpose." Honestly that's what scared you.
The third day he had practically hand-fed you until you about choked. He had snapped at one of his precious flock for looking at you the wrong way.
That was a few days ago however. Now all that mattered was getting away asap. Your legs screamed at you to stop what you were doing. To just stop and rest, but you could still hear people giving chase. Lucky you, however. Water would have to be your best friend. It was hard as hell to swim as your legs wanted to give out, but as you crawled onto the bank on the other side you rejoiced and began to make your way to the woods- not as panicked as you were just moments ago. You collapsed under a tree and pushed your back against it, ripping the white cloth of the shirt Joseph had made you wear. You used it to wrap the marks on your legs, they ached as you did so, your body quaking as you finally took a minute to breath. They were off your tail for now, but you'd have to keep moving until they completely lost your scent. You were safe now.
And then a twig snapped;

"It's a shame you ripped the shirt I bought you."