Duo x Reader (lemon)

It's been 24 hours

The room was cold, and anxiety sat heavy in your stomach. The only light in the unfurnished, marble room came from a dimly lit torche that you had been given to use when eating.
Your stomach rumbled at the thought of food, reminding you that it had been a week since you were kidnapped, and two days since you'd eaten.
The last time you'd eaten, your meal had consisted of stale bread and God knows what kind of stew. Nonetheless, you still ate as though you hadn't eaten in a long time-which you hadn't.
Not very surprisingly, you had never seen your captor, as he never moved away from the shadows into your torch's small light. You had only ever heard him speaking a few languages through the thin marble, or walking the halls late at night.
Trying to forget about your current troubles, you searched for the markers you had found on your first day in this strange room as far as your chains could go. Your mind had settled on the idea of drawing something, anything. Searching for a crumpled, dirty piece of paper, you managed to reach out and move it towards you with your fingers. You felt a shoot of pain and withdrew your hand.
"Mierda!(Fuck!)"
You reached to the paper and tried to grab it once more. Yes!
The paper, at last, was in your hands! You smoothed it out onto the cold marble and began to draw.
You drew your favorite foods that you would have had out of captivity, such as a hamburger, or chicken nuggets that your elder brother would carry home after a long day at McDonald's.
The door opened, and you watched the figure walk in. You became nervous and looked down at the chains attached to your hands.
"Here."
A plastic takeaway box bounced towards you before bursting onto the clean marble floor.
The food was fresh for once, and you felt grateful.
You stammered a nervous 'Gracias' and turnt your attention to the contents of the box.
Your captor walked out of the shadows and unlatched your chains. You felt them clatter to the ground. He smiled at you for a second, but it felt as though it lasted for a million years.
As quickly as you could, you studied the man's features to draw later.
A green hoodie almost hid his face, but you managed to view his face. He had very refined features. His eyes were very wide and crazed, and his nose was upturned. A slight smile graced his kind face, and his hair flopped perfectly beneath his hoodie. His skin was tan and his aura was very...warm.
As much as you wanted to trust this man and listen to him, he was your captor, and there was no way you would confide in him.
Of course, your thoughts were interrupted by the shut of the door.
Your thoughts were flooded with your brother. You wondered if he was okay. Had he been kidnapped too?
It was all too much for you. Your thoughts drifted to your recent birthday with him: your 12th birthday. He had planned and invited the kids to the party for you, and you wish you could go back to times like that, instead of being stuck here.
You frowned and began to draw what you
could remember of the man.
After a while, you remember your hunger as you felt your stomach almost hissing.
Crawling over to the box, you sat in front of the takeout box and rubbed your wrists. There was chicken and rice.
Paying no attention to the plastic fork besifreede the box, you began to stuff your face full of long awaited food. Compared to your most recent meal, this was absolute heaven on earth.
Remembering that your wrists were free, you began to move around the room with the food in your grasp. You could hear your feet's loud slaps on the cold marble ground. It was a sound you'd never heard before.
There was a small cot where you'd been chained up, and most of the room was blank.
You picked up your markers and began to draw on the wall. You hummed a small tune as you drew posole, your favorite Mexican dish, on the wall. Next, you made a star and with a final florish, a heart.
You were feeling fatigued once more and looked over at the door. You wondered what it was like outside these marble walls as you laid down to sleep in the cot.
(5/2/19)