why?
You stir on a soft surface and you first feel your aching body doesn't hurt as much as it did before. Blinking softly your blurry vision begins to clear up and you slowly sit up from your laying position. Once you sit up a sharp pain runs up your leg and you blink back. Looking down you notice your ankles wrapped in blood soaked bandages.
"What...",you breathe out and when you try to move your ankles you feel a sharp pain shoot up your legs and you are unable to move it. Your eyes widen and you cover your mouth to stifle your pained screaming.
The panic settles in as you look around the blank room.
You sit on a soft and large bed adorned with red satin sheets, blankets, and pillows. Looking around the rooms walls are a dark crimson and the floors are black carpet. A small wardrobe is on one side of the windowless room and all there is to accompany it is a brown circle table.
A white vase rests atop it and your brows furrow at the single flower resting in it.
My favorite...flower...?
You play it off as a coincidence for now, plus its the least of your worries. You swallow hard and recall what happened. You were on the cliff and were drugged unconscious and taken by a familiar sounding man.
But-But what happened to my ankles...
Your bottom lip quivers and you slow down your panicked breathing before looking around. You hear the sound of rain pelting the ceiling and hitting what sounds like plants.
"Help!! HELP PLEASE SOMEBODY!!",you begin to scream while trying to crawl to the edge of the bed,"SOMEBODY!!"
You stop screaming and sit in panicked silence for a few moments. Breathing heavily you put your face in your hands and shake your head while tears sting your eyes and fear knocks at your pounding heart.
“Crap! Crap! Crap!”,you exclaim behind your hands. You jump when you hear footsteps approaching and look to the only door in the room. You scramble back despite the pain in your legs.
The door opens and with wide eyes you look to the man before you.
His white dress shirt is accompanied with black suspenders and a dark, almost black, red bowtie. He wears black slacks and expensive looking dress shoes. His almond brown eyes look at you through oval-rimes cheaters and his chestnut brown hair is neat.
But none of that is what strikes the recognition. Its the cheshire like grin on his lips.
“A-Alastor!?”,you speak in disbelief while hugging your waist. He walks into the room with a grin on his features and as he approaches the bed you scramble further back. Your back hits the head board and you flinch.
“W-Why are you doing this? Please...let me go I—I need a doctor my ankles are just—so painful—“,your panic is evident as he approaches you.
He chuckles lowly with a shake of his head,”Your ankles are aided to you’ll be fine. It was just to assure you can’t run!” His voice is his usual loud and show hosting one,”And screaming is futile, my dear. We are in the middle of nowhere.”
Your eyes widen further as you listen to him speak to you so casually and happily. So I can’t run...
You swallow hard and your brows lower and pinch,”What did you do to me?...” Alastor sits on the bed with a heavy sigh, when he reaches out you flinch and look at him with disbelief. He pulls his hand back and folds them on his lap. Avoiding the question entirely he sighs and stands back up, his hands folding behind his back.
“I am going to go over the rules you will follow here. You will listen to them or I’m afraid I’ll have to handle you accordingly.”,his tone turns deadly and you feel chills run up your spine.
You couldn’t believe this was the same man you’d met just a few months ago. During a party Valentino held for socialites and celebrities alike you encountered Alastor while crying in a storage room after an argument with Valentino. He comforted and aided to you for the rest of the night. You had never spoken before nor a single time after.
Now here you were. Trapped in the middle of nowhere.
You felt as if though it would be best to head his orders for now. Theres no doubt people would find you missing by now and with both your ankles mysteriously yet not mysteriously injured and not having eaten or drank for hours now...there was no way you could afford to do or try anything right now.
Alastor is pleased when you nod slowly,”Good girl.”
You refrain from smacking his smug features. With a soft chuckle he pushes up the cheaters on his pointed nose,”I will be giving you a tour as I talk so please refrain from hitting me as I’m so sure you want to right now.”
He rounds the bed and you shove him away when he comes near you. You feel regret when you do this and he sighs heavily,”I will be a gentleman but you cannot walk without help.”
I think its a little late to be a gentleman.
You nod with reluctance and he loops his arms beneath your knees and his other arm wraps around your shoulders. He lifts you with surprising ease and you feel your cheeks redden out of embarrassment. Turning away from him he looks at the blush covering your cheeks and thinks of your compliance.
Oh how I’ve waited for this moment my love.
Upon exiting the room you notice a wheelchair outside the door. He sets you down with a gentleness you didn’t expect. Your brows are lowered in question as he begins to push you through the long hallway. The walls are simple as well. Adorned with a few artistic photos and paintings you admire them for a second.
Until Alastor begins talking again.
“As I mentioned before we are in the middle of nowhere. There isn’t another home for miles and no one comes out to these parts considering its private property. So screaming is fruitless. And you obviously can’t leave by foot.”,you could’ve sworn you saw his smile widen at he said this.
He parks your chair inside the small yet cozy kitchen. He makes his way over to the sink,”You can barely move on your own so yes there are knives and glass in this cabin. Please just behave and we won’t have any problems.”
He pours a glass of water and walks over to you with a tilting of his head. You narrow your eyes at him suspiciously, he rolls his own and takes a drink.
“I don’t intend on hurting you, (Y/N). I’m sure you must be thirsty and I will get started on dinner afterwards.”,he says plainly while holding out the glass.
You take it with a snort and down the water. Your throat was dry and sore and the water felt like liquid gold to you. Handing him back the glass you wipe your lips, eyeing him.
He nods slowly and places the glass behind him on the counter. Leaning down he places his hands on the arms of the chair and his face is uncomfortably close to yours. You begin to ponder why he’s kidnapped you.
He clearly doesn’t want to torture or hurt you.
That night you both had an enjoyable time together. But Valentino tore you away from him before you could find a way to maintain contact.
He was charming, polite, and sweet. Truth be told you were ashamed and embarrassed to have been attracted to him that night. Not just emotionally but physically.
You inhale shakily while looking into his brown eyes. You ponder for a moment and swallow hard. Then you let your hands fall and twiddled in your lap.
“If I promise to never try to escape, to be here and remain obedient for you...will you tell me why you brought me here?...”,Alastors eyes seem to shift when you say this. He tilts his head and stands up holding out his hand.
“You will never try to escape and I will tell you why I’ve brought you home?”,he repeats,”Deal?”
Truth be told Alastor knew what kind of person you were. A calm, level-headed, and peaceful woman. You were kind to everyone and a beautiful singer who’s songs touched many. You were the first woman to ever make him feel something. You were as beautiful inside as you were out.
And when you said...that one simple phrase to him before that cursed man roughly took you away. He was hooked.
But if you were anything. You were honest. He knew you meant it when you proposed this. And you not trying to escape every second he turned his back sounded like a great thing to him.
He watches as your soft eyes lowered down to the ground before back up at him. He feels chills run up his spine when your soft hand grabs ahold of his larger one.
“Deal.”,you respond sternly while shaking his hand. You’re too quick to pull yours away and despite his disappointment his fingers curl beneath your chin and he leans down. Close to your face his nose brushes against yours. This causes a harsh blush to fall across your face and tingles to hit your palms. He turns his neck to whisper softly into your ear.
What he says next as his explanation makes your eyes widen and lips part slightly. It also makes your stomach knot up. But with what you don’t know.
“Because I love you, (Y/N).”