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4 years… 4 years, 4 months and 3 days was time you’ve spent trapped in here.
Who would have thought that the cute, awkward stranger who sat next to you at the park was this… monster.
If only you could go back in time to warn you. To tell you to not accept the stranger’s invitation, to not get in his van…. Then maybe you wouldn’t have been kidnapped in his basement.
YB had slammed your head against his window and you had woken up chained in his bed.
But you already know that story, don’t you?
YB hadn’t been cruel, it’s not like he kept you in inhumane conditions or something. It was just like living in regular house, except when you “misbehaved” that’s when he would put you back in the basement.
He had gotten one of those ankle bracelets that people under house arrest wore. And after one too many shocks, you stopped trying to escape. You never really lost hope, though.
You had to at least give it to YB that he was very good at fucking. Despite the fact that he’d been a virgin before he met you.
There was a point where you stopped feeling disgust for him and you just let him have his way with you. You were staying here so why not just enjoy the ride? You were almost embarrassed to say everything you’ve let Peter do to you.
One particular fetish this fucker had was his breeding kink. So sooner or later, you found yourself with a bloated belly and you were sure it wasn’t just colitis.
You delivered home. Peter had brought doctors and nurses. It was the first time in years that you had seen more people besides the mail man but you were far too under to ask for help.
You didn’t know if the doctors had been colluded with Peter or if Peter had just told them a lie about you.
But soon enough, you had a small bundle of joy in your arms.
And he looked just like his father, you cursed.
You didn’t hate Your Kid, of course not. After all, he was more yours than his goddamn father. You treated him with love and care. You were a good mother.
However… you wanted to be free.
And in this whole time you’ve been here, you’ve never seen Peter so busy or not watching you for such a long time.
If you would have a chance to escape it would be now.
After you convinced Peter to take off the bracelet because your ankles were swollen, you looked so enamored with Your Kid that Peter hadn’t put it back on. He thought you wouldn’t want to leave anymore.
That was his mistake.
So one day, when Y/K was around 8 months old. You made your plan.
For the longest time, you had asked Peter for small amounts of money. For takeout, for something you saw on amazon, for “tips” for the delivery people and sometimes you would just blatantly grabbed money from his wallet.
In a certain amount of time, you have managed to collect enough money for a ticket and some food.
“You take care of him today! I’m losing my mind!” You exclaimed. You had told Peter that you were in your woman license, that your uterus was killing you and on top of that you had gotten a headache.
“Yes, my love,” Peter easily agreed. After all this time, he would still do anything for you.
“Remember, you have to watch the whole show with him, he won’t go to sleep otherwise. Then you have to prepare his milk, it has to be lukewarm. Take a bath with him and after that, you are going to read him his favorite story. After you’re done with him, could you please order that Chinese food I like so much and bring it upstairs? Oh, and honey? Please, don’t bother me while I take my nap. I’ve been having such a light sleep lately and I feel like I’m going to pass out!” You whined.
“Whatever you want, darling,” Peter kissed you sweetly. You let him. This was going to be the last one, after all. You were supposed to say good bye to Y/K too, but Your Husband was already taking him downstairs.
You went into your room and you pulled of your ring off your finger to put it in the vanity dresser. You wouldn’t leave any note or anything. You were just going to leave.
You knew there would be a camera footage of you leaving but at least Peter wouldn’t know where you headed too. You slowly opened the window.
You already knew exactly how you’d escape. You crawled out the window and sat in the window sill. Then you looked down. You crawled horizontally while sitting just the little trail that led you to the small roof of the garage.
Once there, you tip toed to the other side. Peter had a very good hearing.
Okay, you choose today in particular because it was windy, and just about now was the time you’d make the most noise. So you waited until a gust of wind you blow against your house before you jumped off the small roof and rolled into the bushes.
You stood up to your feet and ran. If you injured yourself, you didn’t notice because your heart was pumping adrenaline through your body so hard that you could almost hear the sound in your ears.
You ran and ran past the bushes until you got to a road. There, you hitchhiked with the first car you saw, hoping it wouldn’t be another kidnapper.
Fortunately, it was a family that was on a road trip. Obviously, you didn’t tell them you had been kidnapped, or else they wouldn’t have picked you up.
They dropped you off in the nearest town where you also ran to the nearest bus central.
So many people. You almost felt like a character that had gotten out of her universe.
At the bus central, you took a bus that would take you far, far away from here…..
You finally let fat tears run down your face. What hurt you the most was leaving Y/K behind.
Four months later…
Unbelievable, you have managed to escape YB and for some reason you had decided not tell anyone about what had happened.
Probably nobody remembered you or thought you were dead, or at least YB had told you something like that one day.
You were working in one of those gas stations in a tourist ghost town that had motels glued to them.
Such a pathetic place to work at now that you had to regain your freedom but you needed to make money to keep surviving and Your Boss here had been the only one that had given you a chance at work with a completely suspicious background or more like a non-existing background at all.
The people here were nice. Your Boss, the cleaning lady and the guy that repair the vending machines.
Another advantage is that while you worked here, you could stay in the cheapest room in the motel and also get free meals in the cafeteria.
Since there weren’t residential areas nearby and the tourism here needed people 24/7, the gas station needed people LIVING there.
Another thing you liked about here, was that it was at the butt of the world. YB would never be able to find you here, not even his wildest dreams.
“I’m done for today, Boss,” You said as you hanged your cap on the back of the counter.
“See you tomorrow, Y/N,” He didn’t look up from his magazine.
You pushed open the door and made your way to your cheap room. You pulled your hoodie closer to you as you shivered. The air was really chilly today. The light bulb from the hallway flickered lightly as some insects bumped into it stubbornly.
You bought a juice from the vending machine and gulped it down thirstily.
You went into your room and turned on the old TV. The nicer rooms had those flat TV’s but this was the best you could do.
You took a quick shower and slipped into your pajamas, a tattered shirt and some shorts.
Since your shifts were tiring, it was not hard for you to go to sleep and the sound from the TV made you feel less alone.
Soon enough, everything went black.
1 hour
2 hours
3 hours
4 hours
That was the time you managed to sleep before for some strange reason, you woke up.
You grabbed your cheap $20 phone and peered at the hour. It was 2:24. You blinked groggily and went to the bathroom. You washed your hands and went back to bed.
It was only when you were about to close your eyes when you saw them.
Two blue glowing dots.
You blinked at them and the dots blinked back in return. Your eyes widened, watering and your mind refused to believe it, as you slowly sat up.
“Hello, darling,” You heard his low voice say.
You could’ve have screamed but were too shocked to even let a sound out. Your eyes went to the door.
“Don’t even think about it, my love, unless you want me to kill them,”
You knew that the cleaning lady slept in the room next door, and knowing Peter, you knew that he actually would.
You raised your hands to your mouth as the tears finally fell from your eyes. You whimpered as you tried to contain your sounds.
“Aw, no, don’t cry, honey. You’re breaking my heart,” Peter said as he rose to his feet and enveloped you in his arms. “I’ve missed you like you have no idea,” He buried his face in your hair as he sat you on his lap.
“W-where’s Y/K?!” You managed to squeak out. You knew YB wouldn’t be able to hurt Y/K but if he was here then who was Y/K with?
“With a nanny I trust, honey, he’s fine. But he misses you a lot, you know? Now tell me,” he grabbed you chin as he turned your face to him. “Why the fuck did you do this, my love?” You could hear the anger in his voice.
You buried your face in your hands. “For God’s sake, Peter. Just leave me alone already! I already gave you a son!” You tried to control the volume of your voice. “What else do you want from me?”
Peter laid you down on the bed and covered your body with his own. He kissed your wet cheek and then he whispered in your ear, “I want everything,”
You trembled as you felt him getting hard.
You regained your breathing slowly.
“Don’t worry, darling. I forgive you for doing this but really, how could you have preferred this place over the life I gave you? What did I miss? What didn’t I fucking do?!” Peter’s voice cracked at the end.
“Peter,” You started. “You and I both know that you kidnapped me. You freaking shocked me with a bracelet, you chained me in your basement,”
Your Husband shook his head. “You made me do those things, my love. Now, are you ready to go home?”
Your eyes widened at the possibility of going back to that place. You couldn’t control yourself anymore as you yelled, “No, please-!”
But Peter covered your mouth with his hand and raised a finger to his mouth. “Shhh, darling,”
Your mind sought for a way to get out of this one. What you feared the most was not going back home, per se. It was mostly what you knew Peter would do to keep you there. He’d warned you plenty of times in the past that he’d cut your leg off.
So you breathed through your nose as you tried to calm yourself down.
You mimicked YB, putting a finger over your mouth and nodding. You signaled YB to get closer to you. He put his hand off your mouth to listen.
“Don’t cut my leg off. Don’t cut my leg off and I’ll go with you, please,” You begged.
“Oh, so you remember that? Well, I don’t know, honey. This was the longest time I’ve been away from you, I almost thought I wouldn’t see you again,” You didn’t want to ask him how he found you.
“Please, my love, please!” You used the pet name that used to get you more time in your walks, the pet name you knew Peter liked so much.
He shivered. “I love it when you call me that,”
You wasted no time and pulled him down into a kiss. Peter moaned like a man in a desert tasting water for the first time. You felt his wide tongue prodding at your lips and you let him in as you wrapped your legs around his hips and pushed them against your core.
He groaned. “God, I missed you,” He intertwined one of your hands together and he raised your shirt with the other one.
He bent down to lap at your breasts, your nipples were standing out because of the cold. He sucked on them hungrily and you cradled his head. Your core was already starting to get wet.
You hated how good it felt, you hated that a part of you missed Peter throughout this 4 months, you hated that you missed when he would bend you over once Y/K was asleep and how he’d fuck you against the sink.
YB was starting to go lower but you shook your head and you lightly push him of off you for you to get on all fours. You pushed your ass flushed against his hip and looked back at him in a silent invitation.
“Eager? Or do you just want me to finish quickly?” Peter asked distrustfully.
You weren’t sure yourself but you just whined miserably as you kept pushing your hips against YB’s.
Fortunately, you felt his hand grip your hips. “I can’t say no to you,” He confessed as he pulled down your shorts along with his.
His girth sprung out and you knew what was coming next. You felt YB’s fingering your already wet entrance. You tried not to think of the fear that lingered at the back of your mind, as YB stretched you accordingly. He rubbed some of your slick along his shaft and soon enough he was entering you.
He moaned the entire time. He’d always been so vocal, you thought as you panted.
“Oh, honey. Why did you leave?” He whined once he was all in. “I couldn’t live without this,” He caressed your hips and your ass.
Since he wasn’t moving, you started impaling yourself against him. Peter watched, pleased, the whole show. You felt and heard the wet, obscene noises coming from behind you.
After a while, the room was filled with moans coming from you and YB and he finally grabbed your hips to finally start thrusting himself into you. His pace was completely something different from your own.
He fucked you hard and fast until you couldn’t hold yourself up with your arms and you fell but he kept a good grip on your hips. It hit you just right in the spot.
“YB,” You moaned.
“I’m Your Husband,” He reminded you.
You nodded helplessly as he drilled you into the mattress. “My Husband,” You agreed, watching stars.
You felt something thick and wet slither across your back, along with some nibbles here and there.
“You know what?” Your Husband whispered.
“What?”
“I got an idea,” He said. “You were so very well behaved when you were pregnant,” He pointed out.
Your eyes widened as you tried to crawl away from him but YB tightened his grip on your hips. “Peter, no. No way,”
“I may have forgiven you, darling, but you still need some sort of punishment if you want to keep your legs,” He reasoned.
You cursed yourself for getting wetter when Peter forced you to do something.
“I’m going to fill you up like an animal, Y/N. Fill you up so good until there’s another bun in the oven,” Peter went harder and deeper inside you and you moaned helplessly.
“That’s what you get from running away from me. Bad darling,” He called you.
“Dammit, Peter. Just let me go already,” You sobbed.
Peter moaned with each ram against your body and your legs quivered. “Never,” He told you.
And you felt warmth spread inside of you.