He turned around, and gently hugged me back.
I was taken aback by this, and slightly jumped.
But I didn't care anymore.
Kidnapper, demon, whatever.. it doesn't matter. He's been the most loving to me, no matter if he hurt me, or not.
I wrapped my frail arms around his strong figure as tightly as I could.
He rested his head on top of mine, and he softly sighed.
'A breath of relief, I'm guessing?'
He protectively wrapped his arms around me, and gave me a gentle squeeze. Careful, not to hurt me.
I cuddled my head into his chest, not wanting to let go.
But, alas, all good things must end.
He pulled away from the hug, his arms still loosely draped around my waist.
I shyly looked up at him, to see a comforting, sweet smile on his plump, pink lips.
I gently smiled back, feeling more comfortable by the second.
I pulled away, and saw our plates on the counter.
He followed my gaze, and grabbed them both. Handing one of them to me, I took it, of course.
"Thank you." I said, walking over to the couch.
"You're welcome." He answered, following me.
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Fanfiction🚨 DISCONTINUED 🚨 ⚠️OLD USERNAME⚠️ Hi, my name is Mary. I'm 27 years old, and my life is fucked the hell up. My mother is a drug addict, and my father is a drunk. They constantly beat me and shout awful things at me whenever I get home from work. ...
