cedar — faith

Sapnap is very observant, believe it or not. He can tell people's emotions and what they're thinking very easily. Though, being how young he is, he tends to not use this skill wisely. But when it comes to you; he's practically a genius. He knows every small detail about you. He's studied you, gotten Clay to hack into your Instagram account, even gone as far as to watch you from your window.

But Sapnap's delusional mind didn't see that as creepy or even wrong; you belonged to him, so he could do whatever he wanted.

Sapnap had heard of that college party you were going to. He had seen messages between you and your friends about it. Clay always told him that he couldn't let opportunity's pass him by, and this was a perfect example of that.

He wanted you all to himself. He didn't want your ridiculous friends and pestering family near you anymore. You didn't need anyone else but him.

It was 10 pm on a Saturday, the sky was clear and the temperature was high. It was the perfect night for a party, and for his plan to go into action.

The house was full of people, so Sapnap could fit right in with everyone. His eyes scanned the groups of intoxicated young adults, but he couldn't find you. Most men his age would find all the women at the party perfect for a hookup, their tight dresses, well painted faces, and high stiletto heels. But Sapnap barely spared a glance at them, even when one of them came up to him.

"Hey there~" Sapnap heard a female voice beside him, as well as a hand on his forearm. "I heard there were some empty rooms upstairs, if you're interested."

Sapnap rolled his eyes at the woman, who practically radiated the scent of alcohol and weed. "Get the hell off of me." He muttered, pushing the girl away. He had no interest in girls that weren't you.

The girl scoffed and walked away, probably off to seduce another guy. Sapnap walked further into the house, until he reached the rather large living room. His eyes scanned the room once more and finally landed on a group of around three people; one of them was you. His mouth practically watered at your outfit.

You wore a tight red dress with spaghetti straps, thin black tights that covered your gorgeous legs, and a pair of black heels. Your hair was done beautifully, more beautifully than usual; if that was even possible. Your makeup skills definitely paid off, because damn, you were painted for the Gods.

Sapnap noticed the red solo cup filled with alcohol and smiled; you being drunk would make this so much easier. The man approached you as calmly as he could, though his heart was pounding at a million miles a minute.

"Mind if I steal her away?" He asked your friend, who was also very drunk. "I'll take care of her."

Your friend giggled and lightly pushed you towards him. "Told you you were getting some tonight, girl!" She said, "Don't wreck her too much."

You looked slightly confused at what was happening, but in your intoxicated state, there wasn't much you could do about it. You stood up and Sapnap immediately grabbed your hand, walking you away from your friends.

"The rooms are the other way..." You mumbled as Sapnap dragged you away, dropping your cup in the process.

"We're gonna go to my house, okay?" Sapnap said, opening the front door and pulling you out of the house.

"Mmmm, don't wanna..." You moaned, though your body was too tired to fight. You tried to pull your body away from the man, but Sapnap tightened his grip on you.

He opened up his car door and helped you inside, before going over to his own side and getting inside. He started up the car and was about to drive away, when you stopped him.

Though you were drunk, there were alarms going through your head that this was a bad idea. They bounced throughout your mind and made your headache worse. "On second thought, I think I wanna go back inside..."

Your hand reached for the door handle, but Sapnap quickly locked it. Your head snapped towards him, fear evident in your eyes. "You aren't leaving me, Y/N."

Your heart stopped. "How do you know my name?"

Sapnap began to laugh, a horrible, sickening laugh. "God, I can't believe I got away with it." He said, "I've been watching you for months, just waiting for this moment."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you desperately tried to open the door, but it was no use. Sapnap's hand leaned over to rest on your thigh, slowly rising up further. You knew what was about to happen, so you tried with all your might to push his hand off of you. This only made him stronger.

Broken sobs left your lips. You didn't want this to happen here, you didn't want it at all. Especially not in a car. You sobbed and suddenly shouted, "WAIT!"

Sapnap seemed to be shocked and his hand froze, just barely ghosting your sensitive area. You shook in fear, but you tried your best to be calm. "Let's not do this here... Um, you- you can take me home and do it there..."

Hearing the word "home" leave your lips made Sapnap beyond happy. You already considered it home? Just for extra measure, you latched onto his arm and rested your head on it, trying to keep the tears inside.

"We can do that, baby. Whatever you want." Sapnap said, suddenly sounding a lot calmer. He leaned down and pressed a long kiss to your lips, before backing out of the house's driveway.

You kept your head on his arm, closing your eyes and imagining you were anywhere other than here. Maybe your friends would notice you hadn't come home and remember the man's face, then the police would find you and you'd be safe.

"You're gonna love Texas, honey." Sapnap said dreamily, "You can meet my Mom eventually too, if you want."

Your eyes widened. Texas?! You had assumed he lived here, since he had been watching you for so long. But Texas was far away... was there any chance at all that they'd find him?

Tears began to leave your eyes as you realized you probably weren't escaping from him, and if you did, you might not make it out alive. He was stronger than you were, smarter than you were; you hadn't even made it to Texas yet and you had given up on escape.

Wilbur was at a loss, to say the least. He had spent weeks preparing your bedroom with everything you needed to be comfortable; a soft bed, a dresser, a closet filled with clothes you loved, a computer, hell, all your interests were in one room. Despite Wilbur’s efforts; you hadn’t touched any of it since you got there.

Everytime Wilbur walked into the room to bring you meals, he noticed that nothing had moved; you hadn’t even moved off the floor. Wilbur noted the way you would flinch away from him and begin to cry when you saw him.

For the first week, he didn’t say anything about it. As much as he didn’t like it, he knew this would take some getting used to for you. So he gave you your space and allowed you to get comfortable. Except by the third week; you hadn’t calmed down a bit. He didn’t know what to do! The whole reason he took you was so he could get the attention from you that he so desperately craved— but this wasn’t what he meant! Your cries were beginning to feel like razor blades cutting into his ears; he wasn’t sure how much longer he could take it.

The next morning, Wilbur did his usual routine of making you breakfast. He made eggs the way you liked them, bacon, and toast. He went upstairs holding the plate and nudged your door open with his arm. At first, Wilbur could look at you— as you hadn’t yet noticed his presence. You sat on the floor with your legs crossed, eyes trained on your hands on your lap. Once you did notice him, you began to cry and crawl away from him.

Wilbur sighed frustratedly, slamming the plate down on your dresser. The sound just made you cry harder. “What do you want me to do?” He suddenly asked loudly.

You didn’t respond, simply continued to cry. Wilbur took a deep breath and calmed himself down. If he wanted to talk to you; he had to be calm.

“Just… what do you need?” Wilbur asked softly, “I want you to feel comfortable here, my love.”

Wilbur watched as your body somewhat relaxed. Tears continued to stream down your face, but you were breathing normally again. Wilbur slowly kneeled down beside you and reached his hand out, wiping the tears off your cheeks. You flinched lightly, but allowed him to.

You sniffed before you spoke. “Stuffed animal.” You said quietly.

“A stuffed animal? I can get you one of those!” Wilbur exclaimed. You, however, shook your head.

“My stuffed animal.” You explained, “I’ve had it since I was a kid. It was on my bed before you…” You stopped talking.

Wilbur nodded slowly. So he had to go back to your house and get this stuffed animal? That was easy. Wilbur recalled seeing a stuffed animal beside you when he kidnapped you, so he would know exactly where to look.

“I’ll get it for you, darling.” Wilbur grinned, leaning forward to kiss your forehead, ignoring how you flinched away.

Before you knew it, Wilbur had left the room with a new-found plan. You were left on the floor, dried tears on your face. You sighed and laid your head in your hands. Maybe you needed to accept your situation, maybe it was for the best.

~

It wasn’t until dusk when Wilbur returned home. You had changed into some pyjamas, yet you continued to sit on the hard floor. Your attention went to the door when you heard it open, revealing Wilbur. He had a hand behind his back and had a small smile.

“Guess what I got?” He asked. You knew what he had, but you didn’t want to interrupt him.

“What?” You questioned. He revealed your favourite stuffed animal in perfect condition. You couldn’t help but smile at your familiar friend. Wilbur softly handed you the animal and smiled at you.

“Th…Thank you…” You said lightly, holding the stuffed animal to your chest. Much to Wilbur’s surprise, you stood up off the floor and sat down on your untouched bed.

Wilbur smiled and laid a hand on your head, petting your head lightly. Surprisingly, you didn’t fight back or flinch away. Wilbur sighed a breath of relief; you were finally comfortable with him.

“Do… Do you wanna watch a movie?” You asked softly, pointing to the TV in your room. Wilbur grinned and nodded.