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I don't understand. This, this can't be real. It can't be!

How could it be? There he was, standing before you, watching you struggle slightly against the bindings that held you in place. When it was clear that you weren't going anywhere, you gave up. The tape still over your mouth prevented any sort of communication; you were fairly certain you would just scream.

He grinned down at you, arms crossed casually. He was clearly pleased with the way things had turned out. "How did you like my magic trick?" he asked you, brushing a shock of hair from his face. Casually, he removed his glasses and tossed them aside onto a nearby table. "Did you get the joke? Magic trick? You know, like Marvin does."

All you could do was stare, in total disbelief of what you were seeing. Of who you were seeing, more like!

This can't be happening.

"Oh, I know what you're thinking." He smirked and bent over slightly, to meet you at eye level. In a flash he tore off the duct tape over your mouth, making you cry out in both surprise and in pain. "I trust you not to scream."

"... Jack?"

"There we go! I was afraid you wouldn't recognize me, after all." He was grinning, but something was terribly, terribly wrong with it. Something vital was missing from his eyes.

You swallowed hard and chose your next words carefully. You didn't have any faith in the situation whatsoever. "Well, of course I'd recognize you. I watch your videos almost every day."

His baby blue eyes narrowed a slight bit. "That's true, but you also watch Mark a lot. That's not really fair to me, now, is it?"

Your mouth worked over, trying to get rid of the feeling of the duct tape that had covered it only moments prior. "I like you both..." you spoke slowly, defensively. "I watch Wade and Bob and Ethan, too, for that matter."

"But you like me the best. Right?" When you didn't answer right away he frowned, leaning down and getting into your face. "You like me best. Right?"

What else could you do but nod?

His smile returned, but still there was something wrong with it, a vague sense of having lost most of his marbles. Pressing a kiss to your cheek he murmured into your ear. "Then why are you so afraid?"

"Because... you kidnapped me."

He threw his head back and laughed. Under normal circumstances, he would have been laughing over a meme or something funny. Now? There was no humor whatsoever in his laughter. It felt empty, foreboding, even. Wicked.

But as quick as he'd been to laugh, it stopped just as abruptly. "After everything I've said and done for you, you think I would kidnap you?"

Yes.

There was still a small part of you that couldn't believe what it was that you were seeing: Jacksepticeye himself, up close and personal. But the circumstances were rotted to the core; he'd fucking taken you away from your home after making you black out! This certainly wasn't YOUR basement, after all.

Seán's hand snatched up your chin, forcing you to look up at him. "Are you afraid? Don't be. I don't want to hurt you. I won't, if I can help it."

That was far from comforting. Swallowing hard you tried to pull yourself out of his grip, but it was tighter than you realized. "S-Seán, please, whatever it is you're doing, please, just... just let me go..." you begged quietly.

Whatever light had been in his eyes died out the moment those words fell from your lips. "Do you have any idea how long I've waited to have you? Do you? Years, baby. Years."