So here you go:

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I've had cenarios about kidnapped!reader, locked up in their dedicated room by kidnapper, stuck in my head. Something with the walls painted their favorit colour, TV on the wall, Books and trinkets littering shelves and tables with rounded edges. A suctioncup birdfeeder stuck to the window that kidnapper fills up dutifully each morning. Pillows and soft blankets piling up on the couch and bed wich are housing a collection of stuffed animals.

This setting is great for so many nice options.

Like reader asking kidnapper for a dog. Something to keep them company. To cuddle and chase away the tiring routine of the days. "I'll think about it" said Kidnapper who doesn't really look forward to the hassle of getting another pet. How convinient he had to get rid off the young police officer working your case anyways. He had gotten a little too close to figuring out who had taken you after all these months.

You stared at the lean man in front of you. His blond hair was messed up, as was the navy blue uniform declaring him as police. His handcuffs where clasped securely around the mans wrists. No trace of the other gear he should be carrying. Your kidnapper look's at you expectantly. "I asked for a dog" you pouted. Exasperation giving way to dissapointment.

"I'm sure he'll bark for you, lovie" drawled your kidnapper. Nudging the blond infront of him demandingly wich earned him a grim stare from the officer. A muttered "Go to hell" lead to your kidnapper kicking the other man in the back of his knees. Making the younger one collapse down onto his knees. One hand roughly yanking at his hair turned the blond mans gaze back up to you. Kidnapper wouldn't tolerate such insolence towards his precious darling.

Meanwhile police officer that had worked your case for months after he was handed the files as a way to feed him off, after your case had run cold, was now finally where he wanted to be. Well kind off. Sure he had imagined himself in a much less compromising position when he would come to your rescue. His thoughts had wandered off sometimes during all those sleepless nights hunched over your files. But his heart had still hammered a tad bit faster when he finally locked eyes onto you and you seemed fine. Well, apart from all the hammering it already did. Because fuck how did he screw this up so bad? Trying to come to your rescue alone after his higher ups brushed him off after telling them he got a lead. Being nocked out after his shift. Waking up with his hands bound by his own cuffs, a pounding headache and worst of all his gun missing and a behemoth of a man towering over him. The beating that had followed certainly hadn't been in his imagination either.

The slap echoed through the room. A red handprint started to bloom on his pale skin from where the contact of kidnappers hand had sent the younger man off balance. He had looked up at you then. Really looked at you. Not trying to shoot another dirty glare at Kidnapper. No, you where staring into his eyes now. Curious to see if the new toy you where brought for your amusement would hold up to your expectations of having a real dog.

The previous beating still had his body aching. Flinching at any movement that promised pain. This was humiliating. Mortified he glanced up at the both of you. A coldhearted expression etched onto the bigger mans face. Yours much more innocent but somehow more unnerving. Anticipation mixes with expectation crossed your giddy features as your eyes met. The kidnappers jaw ticked. Hellbent on proving to you that the Gift he got you would live up to your expectations. The muscles in his arm twitched. Ready to beat the youngster into the perfekt little pet you wanted as a mortified "woof" left the younger mans lips.

You hadgrinned at that and bounced up to the balls of your feet excitedly. A joyfull giggle breaking past your lips as you clasped your hands together. The kidnapper evidently satisfied at your aproval had left after raking his eyes over your giddy features.

Your eyes seroed in on the man on your floor. The door had clicked shut behind your kidnapper. "Be nice" he had said. Not bothering to specify if he ment you or the cute mutt he had left at your feet.

"Puppy" you determined, squealing. Your arm purposefully reached out for him. Before he knew any better he felt your delicate fingers carding through his hair. In a fraction of a second he almost relaxed a little. But as your touch left him just as quickly as it came he snapped back to reality. He had to get you out of here. Free you from the clutches of that clearly insane man, that had obviously turned you nuts too. Clearing his throat he quickly scrambled up off the ground. Ending up towering over you. Concern etched onto his face. You clearly where unwell. The months of isolation and what ever else you had suffered through must have gone to your head. "Are you alright?" He askes . Gently touching your ellbow in what one would deam a professional manner.

Suddenly the man looked a whole lot less pathetic and much more like an actual police officer. Funny. The man rambled on. Something about standart procedere questions and how he had been looking for you. "It's going to be okay. I'll get you out of here in no time, alright?"

Maybe kidnapper had hit him over the head a view times to hard you pondered. Taking in the bloodied cuts on his face where his skin must have given way to kidnappers nuckles. Leaving streakes of dried blood on the police mans face.

You could clean that up! "Puppy's dirty" you exclaimed. Grabbing the piece of his handcuffs that connected his wrists. Fingers accidentaly comming into contact with his much warmer hands. You're innocent movement towards the adjoint bathroom was stopped abruptly though. The cop had not moved an inch at your pull on his wrists. Staring down at you with a bewildered expression. Furrowing your brow you stubbornly leaned forward until he finally followed your instistent tug.