Dolan Twin Imagines // 2

Hired II // Ethan Dolan

===== (Ethan's P.O.V)

I wasn't looking at her, but the quiet rustle of the sheets told me she stirred every now and again. I had specific instructions from her dad to keep her for a week, more if necessary, and just scare her into being more obedient. After a few seconds of continuous rustling, it went quiet. She whispered,

"What the fuck?" I turned,

"You're awake." She was sitting up, surveying her surroundings,

"Where am I? Who are you? What is this? Some kind-" I rolled my eyes,

"Shut up." Her mouth snapped closed, but reopened just as quickly,

"Excuse me?" I stood,

"I said, shut up. You're annoying. You ask too many questions."

~Y/N's P.O.V~

His hair was dark, his eyes were hazel, and his physique was a dream. His tight white T-shirt revealed cut arm muscles, a buff chest, and chiseled abs. He was wearing a bandana, so I couldn't see much of his face. I squinted,

"Where am I? Who the fuck are you?" He yanked his bandana down and got close to my face,

"You really do talk too much." I leaned closer, testing both his limits and my own,

"Lemme go you prick." I hawked a loogie and spat it in his face. He fell backwards and I sprinted to the nearest door. I didn't even make it 3 feet from the bed before I was tackled. He pressed his knee into my back,

"That's not how it works." The pressure from his knee was beginning to hurt. I pressed my hands on the ground and attempted to get up. He pressed his knee further into my back,

"You can't run and you won't run. Understood?" I nodded and tried to get up again. He pushed me back onto the ground,

"Say it." I took a deep breath,

"I won't run." I looked at him from the floor. He cocked an eyebrow,

"And...?" I rolled my eyes,

"And I can't run. Can I get up now?" I felt his knee retreat from my back. I hopped up and faced him. There was a beat of silence before his hand shot to my neck. He squeezed gently, not enough to restrict airflow, but enough to get my attention. He pressed me against the wall,

"You're gonna treat me with some respect." He eyed my body,

"I could just get rid of you now, but that's not the plan." My heartbeat was racing in my ears,

"Then what is the plan?" He let me go and backed away a few steps,

"You do what I tell you to do. No questions, no backtalk, and no problems."

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