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It was twelve years ago, so I wouldโve been eight. It was a hot day, I was enjoying my third popsicle of the afternoon, my friends were hanging out with me, and then I heard the phone ring inside. I didnโt really care to go get it, so it faded into background noise, but I think my mom picked it up on the second or third ring.
A few minutes later, my mom came outside, and for a second I thought Iโd forgotten to do some odd chore, she looked so serious. She just cleared her throat.
โRyan, come inside and get cleaned up. Weโreโฆ weโre going to visit your father.โ
I didnโt ask questions. I just said goodbye to my friends and went inside. My mom was quiet when I asked more questions, just helping me comb my hair and putting on my best clothing, the clothes I wore when my grandparents dragged me to church on Easter or Christmas. Sure, I knew I had to have a dad. As far as I knew, heโd left me and my mom when I was a baby. Heโd never been a part of my life up to this point.
It was an hourโs drive to get there, and when we did, I thought we were entering a prison. Tall wire fencing, armed men guarding the fence. My mom just flashed them her ID and nodded to me in the backseat. One guard didnโt have the social graces to not gawk at me as we pulled into the prison.
The building was made of concrete, and there were no windows. Entering it there were even more guards with guns, each one looked meaner than the last. My mom squeezed my hand so tight I felt she was about to break my fingers. I didnโt complain- I was holding it back just as tight.
A pair of guards escorted us down three flights of stairs, with each step the temperature got colder and colder. There was no decoration on the wall, not a sound was heard other than the buzzing of the fluorescent lights and the sound of my footsteps echoing off the walls.
At the end of it all we were taken into a room with only a metal table and flimsy chairs as furniture. All of these were bolted to the floor. My mom sat me down on the chair. โHeโll be here in a little while, okay? Just be patient,โ she said, fiddling with my bowtie.
The door on the other side of the room swung open and another pair of guards walked in, accompanied by the rattle of chains.
I held my breath. Was there a monster on the other side of those chains?
I can hardly say he looked like a monster. He looked likeโฆ any other human being, I suppose. Definitely paler, which I think the harsh lighting and his dark hair made him look even more washed out, but he hardly looked deserving of the chains wrapped around his ankles and wrists. He didnโt even struggle as he was led to the chair, the chains strapped to the table legs and floor as he patiently sat on the chair opposing me.
He smiled, and I realized who this had to be.
โโฆ Dad?โ
The man chuckled.
โHello, Ryan. Itโs so good to finally meet you. You lookโฆ almost like me. Iโve never seen myself in an imperfect mirror before.โ
I didnโt really think I looked anything like this pale dude chained to a table, but I wasnโt going to object. I shuffled in my seat and glanced back at my mom. She remained impassive, not looking at my father with distaste or affection.
โDo you like Go Fish?โ
I turned back around. I managed to force myself to nod and my father smiled.
โLetโs play some Go Fish. We have an hour, letโs use it.โ
One of the guards rested a pack of cards in front of us. My father had just enough leeway for his wrists to allow him to shuffle and deal the cards. He picked up his hand and glanced down at them.
โNowโฆ you have any threes?โ
By the end of the hour, Iโd not won a single round of Go Fish. Iโd never played with an adult that wouldnโt just let me win before, it was a new kind of frustrating. But it was still strangely fun. My father was quiet, but he was never cruel. He could even be described as gentle, never raising his voice, looking at me with suchโฆ fondness that I never knew from a father figure before.
I was actually sad when the guards picked up the chains, muttering quietly that visiting hour was over. My father sighed as he stood, glaring at the guard closest to him who flinched and nearly dropped the chain he was supposed to be holding.
โIโd love for you to come visit me again next week, Ryan. Would you mind?โ
I heard my mom gasp but before she could respond, I blurted out, โCan I?โ
My father smiled and reached forward, gently fluffing my hair. โOf course. I donโt have many other visitors down here. Itโs very lonely. Be sure to do your chores and listen to your mother, and Iโm sure sheโll bring you back soon,โ his dark eyes flicked up towards my mom, โwonโt you, dear?โ
I turned and watched as my mother took a deep breath, pressing her lips together in a firm line. โโฆ Weโll see.โ She hurried over and took my hand, practically dragging me out of the room. In hindsight, it was clear she couldnโt wait to be away from him, but I didnโt know why.
She didnโt try to remind me about going to see my father again, but I remembered. I even got into my Sunday best all on my own, combed my hair. I never combed my hair on my own, not until then. My mom came into my room to see me ready, and she only sighed.
โCome on then. Letโs go see him.โ
It became our Saturday tradition. After lunch, Iโd get dressed in my nice clothes, Iโd go wait in the car, and weโd drive to the prison my father was kept in. My father would be brought into the room, still chained up like some sort of wild animal, and weโd play card games. Go Fish was my favorite, but he taught me how to play Old Maid, War, Crazy Eights, Rummyโฆ for being a kid obsessed with video games, I really appreciated that simple deck of cards and the dozen games my dad knew all the rules to. It was a real celebration when I finally beat him at Go Fish, I ended up leaping off my chair and giving him a big hug. I donโt think he expected that. Iโd never touched him before that, he was usually the one giving me a pat on the shoulder or a tousle of my hair. He was ice cold to the touch, but after a moment of shock, he did his best to hug me back.
I wanted nothing more than for him to take his chains off so he could really give me a big hug back, but I knew better than to ask. If he was allowed to have his chains off, they wouldnโt be on him during our visits. But sometimes Iโd imagine what itโd be like to go out and have a real father son day, like the rest of my friends got to have. Maybe go to the movies, or to a theme park. Have a real day outside with him, so I could show the world I had a really good dad.
Of course, as I grew older, I realized this wasnโt a normal relationship to have at all. And this wasnโt a normal prison either. Come on now. What kind of prison only has one prisoner kept underground in literal freaking chains? I wasnโt allowed to roam the place, but it only took some craning of my neck to realize there was just no other place down here for someone to be kept.
Why was my dad down there? What did he do that was so horrible that he couldnโt even be let outside for some fresh air? I didnโt know how to ask my momโฆ but I decided it was best to go straight to the source on this.
I was sixteen. Iโd not yet missed a visit with my father, and I still dressed to my best when I went to go see him. You couldnโt force me into anything other than my basketball shorts and hoodies then, unless I was going to see my dad. In which case, suit, tie, combed hair.
I was shuffling the deck for another round of War when my mom left the room to go to the bathroom, accompanied by a guard escort. This was my chance.
โWhy are you here?โ
My dad cocked his head to the side. โHere, as in the room with you? Or do you mean here in general?โ
I gave him a dirty look. โThe latter. And you knew I meant that,โ I said.
He chuckled.
โI know, I know, I had to tease. Well, right now, itโs convenience. Iโm at war myself, you see, and not just with these cards.โ
I frowned as I handed him his half of the deck. โWhat do you mean?โ I asked.
โYouโve had enemies, right?โ My dad set down a card, and I followed suit. โSome enemies are justโฆ irritating. Like mosquitoes that rise from a swamp, easily swatted, but barely worth the effort in the long run. Then there are enemies that are like wolves. Dangerous, feral, wild beasts, thirsty for blood and hungry for death. My wolf thinks he owns the entire world. I disagree. Unfortunately, after an injury during my war, I was taken here. At the moment, itโs simply convenient to play along. Oh, War.โ
Iโd not even noticed we had the same number on our cards.
โConvenient? Dad, youโre in prison, chained to a table, like a mile underground, with enough armed guards to blow you to pieces. Thereโs nowhere you can go.โ
When my father smiled, this time I saw the darkness in it. The amusement. I glanced around the room and saw how none of the guards could make eye contact with me.
โOh, this isnโt my prison. This is my castle. Iโll stay here for as long as it suits meโฆ it doesโฆ make it much easier to see you, after all. And I like seeing you.โ
Really, what I shouldโve taken from this was that my father was possibly delusional given he saw his prison as a castle. What I did take from it was that my dad liked me. Or at least liked to see me.
I would have asked more but my mom came back then, so we just resumed playing War like none of the previous conversation ever happened. Even our goodbyes were just the normal โsee you next weekโ as the guards escorted him back out the other door.
On the way home, I did ask my mom one thing-
โHow did you and Dad meet?โ
My mom visibly flinched and I knew I asked something she didnโt want to answer. So she didnโt, she just gripped the steering wheel tighter and remained silent the rest of the way home.
She never liked talking about him, my dad. Six out of the seven days of the week, it was like he didnโt exist to her. They never spoke to each other, and whenever my dad referred to her as โdearโ she looked ready to sock him in the face, but she kept to her side of the room and just waited for the visiting hour to be over. I didnโt have the nerve to ask her to leave, even though I was clearly old enough that I didnโt need my mom supervising everything I did.
I love my father, I really do. Itโs wrong, now knowing what I know, but I love him. So I didnโt ask any more hard questions that I didnโt really want answers to. I just wanted to spend time with my dad.
But last year my mom went to the hospital feeling a little weakness and came back with a breast cancer diagnosis. She tried to seem calm about it, just stated how far along it was and what theyโd have to do in order to treat it. But she was scared.
She knew she was going to die.
It was fall, right before she passed away.She was watching reruns of MASH in the living room, lost in thought. I was working on job applications, when she turned the TV off and blurted out, โYou need to know something about your father.โ
I practically threw my application across the room as I hurried to her side. She gripped my hand tightly and bowed her head.
โThe first time we went to go see your father was the first time Iโd met him in person.โ
My expression mustโve been hilarious, given how my mom actually laughed at it. โIt makes sense, honest. My husbandโฆ he couldnโt have children. We decided to have someone donate, so we went to the clinic. At the time we thought the donor was a college professor. But when you were born we knew that wasnโt true.โ
My mom leaned forward, brushing her hand against my cheek. โYour eyes were black. Pure black. I was so scaredโฆ but then you looked like every other baby. I couldnโt forget that though. My husband never recovered from that shock, itโs why he left. He couldnโt stand to be even in the room with youโฆ he said he was seeing things in the shadows. Monsters.โ
I didnโt know what to say. I couldnโt exactly call my mom insane, I knew she wasnโt even if she sounded like a complete nutter.
โRyan, youโre not a normal boy. Youโre different. Youโve always been different. A few years before we began seeing him, men in black suits came to the door. They inspected you, explained what you were to me. They said they had your father somewhere where he couldnโt hurt anyone. But they also said that one day they might need my help to keep him locked up in thereโฆ earning his cooperation was vital to their success.โ
โIs that why you took me to see him?โ I asked.
My mom nodded. โYes. They called me that day and let me know that Soich had requested to see you. Thatโs his real name, itโs a strange one, I know. I thought it was going to be a one time thing, but he kept insisting I bring you every weekโฆ I didnโt want to see him, Ryan. Iโve never wanted to see him. But it was the best way to make sure he didnโt try to escape.โ
My head was reeling. It was so much to take in. I sat back in the couch, just trying to make sense of what sounded like complete nonsense.
The only thing I could think of saying was, โWhy do they not want him to get out?โ
My mom shuddered and looked at her hands.
โโฆ Next time we go to his castle, ask him.โ
My mom would never go see Soich again though. By the end of the week she was hospitalized. It was the first time I missed going to see my dad because I was by her side. I didnโt leave it until she was gone.
I knew where the โcastleโ was, my mom had it plugged into the GPS, but after the funeral was the first time I went by myself. Taking the journey by myself made it all seem even more insane. It was far in the woods, no one could just stumble on it accidentally.
When I flashed my ID at the gate, I shouldโve known that the look the two guards exchanged meant nothing but trouble for me.
My father was waiting for me in the meeting room when I got down there, and he was clearly agitated. โWhere were you?โ He said as he got up, the chains jerking at the table.
I didnโt say anything, I just sat across from him and stared at him.
โMomโs dead.โ
He breathed in sharply before taking a seat. โThe cancer?โ He asked.
I nodded.
โDamn. I rather liked her.โ
โYou didnโt even know her,โ I blurted out. โShe told meโฆ she told me that there was a mix up with the donors. She was never your โdearโ.โ
Soich cocked his head to the side. โJust because I wasnโt intimately involved with her doesnโt mean I didnโt like her. She was a good woman. A good mother for you. I liked her spirit.โ
โShe told me that youโre a monster.โ
I expected him to beโฆ I donโt know, at least annoyed, angry by that. Instead, he just nodded.
โI am.โ
โThatโs bullshit!โ I slammed my fists into the table. Iโd never once gotten angry at my dad before then. The only times I came close were when he kicked my ass in cards for the tenth time in a day. โYou canโt beโฆ Iโm notโฆโ
Soich chuckled darkly, shaking his head. โYou really donโt get it, do you?โ He leaned in close, close enough to where I could see into his dark eyes.
They flooded with black, and for a moment I felt that fear my mother must have when she laid eyes on me for the first time.
โIโm a king. An unknown king of shadows, and you are my prince. They were just waiting for a chance to get their hands on you, and now youโre here.โ
I felt ice cold. I glanced at the guards at the door before I got to my feet.
Both of them pointed their guns at me. The opposing door slammed open and I turned to see more guards enteringโฆ with chains just my size. Soich glanced at them before rolling his eyes and getting to his feet.
โRyan, all you have to do is tell me. Do you want to leave?โ
I was scared. Terrified. But when I heard my father telling me that, I knew that he was my only chance.
โPlease. I want to go home.โ
My father nodded.
โThen go.โ
Soich pulled his arms, ripping the chains straight out of the ground, links snapping like twigs. The guards barely got their guns pointed at him when he gripped onto those chains and started slamming them around the room, using them as weapons.
I dove to the ground as the guns began to fire, shielding my head with my arms. I heard my fatherโs laughter as the guards began to scream, and I lifted my head to see that the chains that once seeminglyheld him down were soaked in blood. Guards crumpled as my father beat them with his makeshift flails, sending them to the ground.
It was when his shadow started to ripple that I clambered for the door. The guards that had been blocking my way were laying far too still on the ground. I looked back one more time to see a clawed hand paw its away out of my fatherโsshadow, and that was the last I saw of him.
I ran. I ran out of that prison and got in my car, speeding out of those woods so fast I definitely broke the speed limit.
Up until now, Iโve had nightmares that Iโd answer the door to men in black suits waiting out there, with chains to hold me down. Whatever theyโd do to me in that prison, god, I donโt even want to think about it.
Last Saturdayโฆ I decided to go back. I needed to see why they werenโt coming for me. I wasnโt sleeping. I was too scared to even leave my house.
I donโt know what I expected when I turned the corner, but I certainly didnโt expect that the prison would be gone.
The fence is little more than shredded bits of wire, and the building itself is just a pile of rubble. I canโt even get into the basement, even if I wanted to. No guards. No sign of life. Just the remains of a building.
Before I left though, I saw something in the treeline. At first I thought it was a dog, but it was far too large. I felt it watching me, and I felt it hated me.
But it didnโt approach me. It only howled before it bounded back into the forest, and in moments it was like it was never there to begin with.
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Geralt and Jaskier meet a stranger in the woods while on the hunt for a special monster. They decide to team up but neither does Geralt realize that his prey is close to him nor does the stranger notice heโs the one being huntedโฆ
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โ ATTRACTIVE THINGS THEY DO ! [๐๐๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ง๐๐ฃ๐] ๐!๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ฌ, ๐๐จ๐๐ข๐ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง, ๐!1610๐๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ฌ
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Genre: Fluff/suggestive material
โ 1610!MILES
Calls you princesa when hes calming you down
Miles is an absolute sweetheart and hates seeing you upset, so whenever you are he sits you down and pulls you onto his lap (not in a suggestive wayyy) and kisses your forehead, while cupping your face with both hands. A smile tugging at his lips after pulling back and feeling your arms go to wrap around his torso and rest your head on his shoulder blade. His touch immediately calming you down, and feeling slightly sleepy in his embrace. โFeel better princesa?โ Your slight nod doesnโt suffice and tickles the side of your torso causing you to erupt into giggles. โOkay okay! I feel better baby.โ You heart warms at the sound of his laughter as you squirmed at his attacks of tickles. โGood, now just relax Iโm here for you.โ
โ HOBIE BROWN
Keeps eye contact with you at all times & checks you out while talking
You could be talking on and on about your day at work, so lost in retelling the events that occurred you didnโt even notice hobie checking out your breasts in the v-neck shirt you had changed into after work. Hobie wasnโt completely distracted he always listens to you, but he definetly was thinking about other things in the brief moments he stared at your boobs. โHonestly we all knew they were making out in the closet but-โ You paused, causing hobbies eyes to look up at yours as if asking why you stopped. โBabe are you listening?โ He hummed in response, now his eyes locked onto yours. Which caused you to stutter occasionally while recounting the incident, which made hobie smirk. โThought you wanted me to pay attention sweets.โ You rolled your eyes, despite the slight nervousness and excitement you felt just by feeling his low gaze on you.
โ 42!MILES
Keeps a hand on your upper thigh & inner while driving
You know how miles is when it comes to you, so youโve both grown used to him touching you almost all the time. Itโs comforting for you, but comfort can easily turn into something else when miles is sliding his hand more up and between your legs. Causing your already short skirt to drive up, โBaby what are you doin-โ โYou want me to stop mami?โ He asked, looking at you from the corner of his eye. Hesitated though you loved the feeling of his hands so close to your core. You shook your head briefly before getting an eyebrow raise from your boyfriend, causing your gaze drop to your lap, your thighs subconsciously clamping shut due to the proximity of his hand and your heat. You let out a small and soft, โNo.โ in response. Which led to miles teasing and stimulating you with his touch all the way to to the restaurant.
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