Soup Of Words

There were three bedrooms at the lake house, you got the main bedroom as you were the host of the house by default. While 2 of your 3 friends were a couple, so naturally they shared a room, and your third friend got a room to himself.

It was a nice house. two bathrooms, big kitchen, fireplace, things like bikes and paddle boards to use freely as you may. It was like staying at a 5-star hotel, minus buying food and gas to get here.

The plan was to stay here for 2 weeks. Right now, you were on your 4th day at the lake. Some days, you spend sunbathing or floating on the lake, trying to cool off. Others spent driving into town, buying clothes or visiting the farmers market. to go into town was a whole day activity, as it took around an hour to just get back into civilization and the same amount of time back, not to mention the ferry you had to take.

Today, however, you spent your time lounging around, chatting with your friends. Just before supper, you decide to go for a bike ride, theres a few trails you've seen but haven't explored yet, plus the exercise is an added bonus. the wind in your hair, the sun still shining, soon to be setting, you bike you way down to the end of the road. There you find a trail good enough for your bike and follow it for a bit. The trail first leads you to a lovely park, where there's plenty of space to run around and public frisbee golf, something you'll have to try and remember, so you can tell your friends.

As you keep going, the trail slowly gets more bushy, the amount of trees becomes thicker, roots and fallen sticks start to cover the trail, hinting that it's been a while since anyone else has explored this part of the trail. You stop peddling and dismount from your bike, turning around as you know the trail doesn't get any better from where you are. As you turn around, you take a few steps forward and take in your surroundings. to the right of you, trees with a view of the lake poking through, and to your left...

a cave.

and not a small one, the opening of it was maybe 10ft tall, possibly even higher, and the width being the same.

How did you not notice that before? It was maybe 20ft from the trail, so not out in the open, but still.

From where you stood, you couldn't see far into the cave; it was pitch black with a small stream coming out from it. You could feel the hairs on your arm rise, something inside you said you shouldn't be here, at least not when the sun was setting. Not wanting to feel the strange discomfort any longer, you quickly jump back onto your bike and head straight to the house, skidding and nearly falling doing so. Just as you get back, the sun is setting in, but you can't seem to enjoy it like the other nights.

The night goes on, your friends made burgers for supper and chit chat about how everyone spent the day. your only half listing, that is, until they question you.

"What about you, Y/N? See anything cool while on your bike ride?"

"mm? oh... yeah I found a park kinda close by."

You don't know why you didn't mention the cave.

"That's cool, maybe we will go there tomorrow, yeah?"

"...actually, I also found a cave. a creepy and big one"

That caught everyone's attention. They questioned you further about the cave and how you stumbled upon it.

"I don't know, I didn't even notice it the first time a past it. But when I did see it, I was so creeped out I booked it."

It wasn't long until your friends admitted wanting to see it, you agreed that you would show them, but in the daylight tomorrow.

For the rest of the night, everyone talked and joked about the creepy cave and how a bear lives there or how an evil native spirit uses it as a home. You laughed with them, but something in you twisted with unease.

Sleep soon hits you. You're nestled in your king-sized bed, and at first, sleep comes easily, but around 3am is when you awoke. unsure why you had woken, you soon hear muffled coughing, assuming it's one of your friends, you head back to bed.

The next day starts off like any other, slow to rise and later eating breakfast together. You had all agreed you wouldn't check out the cave until you all had lunch.

Once lunch was cooked and enjoyed, your friends started getting ready to scope out the cave, grabbing things like flashlights and bear spray—just in case.

All of you get on a bike, following your directions. Once you make it to the cave, the daylight does very little for seeing inside, the trees are thick where you are and keeps your friend group in the shadows. Your friends ooo and ah at the cave, underestimating its size. As everyone is looking at the cave from the path, you're looking around it, there seem to be some abandoned pipes nearby, along with some scrap metal that looks to be an old mining cart, rusty and moss growing on it now.

Did this used to be a mining site? That would explain why the cave was so big and its nearly perfect shape.

Your friends moved in a little closer, walking along the small stream that was coming from the cave. One of them turned on their flashlight and shined it towards to entrance, only to find that it was closed off. Maybe 5ft into the cave, the walkway was blocked with rocks and wooden planks, which seemed to be on purpose. It wasn't uncommon for people to block off old mine shafts once the site closed down, something about protecting the public.

Your friend group huffed unsatisfied, sad they couldn't explore the cave.

That's when you heard something. Something in the trees to the right of you. You listened for the sound to recur. By the second time the sound repeated itself, your friends heard it too. It sounded almost like huffing? Maybe a type of cough? It was hard to describe, but it was deep and low, sounding like something was caught in the being's throat. You reach for your bear spray, unsure what it is. You start calling out to it, as most wildlife tends to avoid loud noises.

"HEY BEAR!" you yell several times, something you always did while hiking.

The noise recurs, but with rustling of the trees, seemingly coming closer.

"HEY BEAR!" you continue to yell, your friends joining in.

Once more, you can still hear it, with the sound coming closer. you can't see past the trees, and not quite sure where or what it is making the sound. your just about to take the safety clip off of your bear spray until the sound stops.

You and your friends wait in silence, waiting for any indication that the creature is still near. But nothing.

You hear some birds chirping, and the light rustling of the trees, created by the wind.

One of your friends finally takes a breath, "I think it's gone, whatever it was."

The rest of the group agrees and slowly starts to explore around the cave, looking at the pipes and the old mining cart. You stay were you stand, not fully sure the creature is gone.

"Hey guys, don't go too far, I don't think we should stay for very long.", you suggest.

Luckily, the group agrees as the entrance was closed off, there was little to do. You all get back on your bikes and ride back to the lake house, filling the rest of your day with sunbathing, campfires, and other lake house activities.

When you went to bed, you couldn't find sleep; thoughts of the cave and the unknown creature in the woods kept you up. You didn't exactly believe in spirits, but also didn't not believe in them, it was a weird middle ground, in which you couldn't help but think that the old mine cave fit into the same category. For the two times you had been near the cave, you felt a... presence? Like something guarded the area, just not sure what. For all you knew, the weird noise that came from the trees was a deer or maybe a dog that had wandered off from its home.

At some point, you finally fell asleep. To your dismay, however, 3 hours later, late in the night, you started to stir. Something was bugging your sleeping form, in which you tried to roll over to find a more comfortable position, but you couldn't. It felt like something was holding your wrist down, and your waist was stuck in place. Then came the blaring light that shined in your face. You try to open your eyes, the light only making you wince in discomfort, confused and dazed you try to see past the light, thinking it was one of your friends playing a weird prank on you.

But when your eyes adjusted, you see this big figure, much bigger than any of your friends, looming over you, holding your hips in place between his legs and your wrist with his big, rough hands. His face is covered in black smudges, almost blending in with the night, and his breathing is uneven and heavy. He's wearing coveralls, just as dirty as his face, if not more, and he's wearing some type of hard hat, with a light hanging from it, flashing onto you.

You scream.

You scream so loud, surely one of your friends heard you, but no one ever comes.

You try to move, do anything to get out of this stranger's grip, screaming and kicking, and while this all happens, the man just stares at you, holding you in place, not saying a word.

At some point, he does move. He moves your hands down to your thighs so he can pin them between his legs, keeping them from moving once more. He brings his hands up to your face, caressing your cheek, his breath waver and his eyes soften as he looks at you. To you, his hands feel like sandpaper, and you can't help but cry, unsure of what else to do.

He wipes your tears away and quietly shh's you, slowly lowering himself down towards you into a hug.

You're shaking in fear, "w-who are you?".

He doesn't give you an answer, but he does start to violently cough, trying to clear his throat, he sits up, trying to catch his breath, his hands grabbing at his chest and throat.

He sounds just like the creature in the woods.

For what you had for strength, you pushed the man off of you, causing him to fall to the floor. You run to your friend's bedrooms, busting into the first room, nothing. No one was there. The bed was made, and no sign of anyone even using the room was shown. You run into the next one, once again, empty.

You were confused, had your friends left you? Or maybe the man you had just met, maybe he had something to do with it. Maybe he hurt them?

You turn around, hoping to exit the empty bedroom and to hopefully exit the house entirely. But there he was, standing in the doorway, blocking your way out. His face looked stern, but not mad.

You both stared at each other for what felt like ages, until he started creeping slowly towards you. You backed up into the corner of the room, trying to find something you could defend yourself with. There was nothing.

He stood a foot away from you, looking down at you. It wasn't long until he went for a hug, and your vision turned black.

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Thanks for reading my story, what did y'all think?

Also, fyi, the reason why the minor coughs so much is because he has Black Lung Disease, a health issue you can find in coal miners!

he can't help it, you're just more submissive when you're bleeding out

You let him cuddle you, sure, you struggle a little bit at the beginning, but you settle down far quicker than when you're not on your period.

you're all cozy in bed, letting him dote on you, bringing a hot pad, water, and all the kinds of food you're craving.

Sometimes you even let him spoon-feed you.

Brad loves it when you have cramps, not because you're in pain, but the way you beg him to give you a back massage.

looking up at him, with a pleading face, perfectly nestled into the pillows and blankets, soft and plush...

I mean, how could he not give you everything you ask for?

he would really do anything for you.

hot shower? You got it! And once he leads you to the bathroom, there are candles, your favourite scented body scrub, he even has opted out the ceiling light for a moody lamp

showering in luxury ✨

also the bloating

yeah you may not like it, but he likes how soft your tummy becomes and how big your tits get. They're basically popping out of your bra, also your nipples get so sensitive during this time of the month

He's kinda sad to see it all go away once your 7 days are up, and you're back to giving him the cold shoulder

almost makes him want to get you pregnant, then it could last up to 9 blissful months...

this was the exact opposite of how you acted with your past partner, what changed???

he even locked you in a room for a week with no light, nothing to do, only a toilet and a thin mattress. nothing to keep you warm in the cold, dungy room and only had scheduled meals with very little socializing. He had thought that once you came out of the room, you would give in to him and do anything for some physical touch and warmth. but you were just as stubborn, maybe even more so.

This is not how this was supposed to happen, you were supposed to fall in love with him after seeing everything he is willing to do for you. you were supposed to give in and help create a beautiful life together. but he's never seen this side of you before, not for this long anyway. did he miscalculate this? miscalculate you? does he really know you? he was supposed to, I mean, he had been watching you for months, almost a year before even bringing you home. di- did he really not know you?

he had set his whole world around you, his beliefs, opinions, everything, around you, and like some cruel joke, he was doubting himself.

maybe if he tried harder. perhaps he wasn't doing enough. he turned to the world of drugs, maybe there was something there that could help him with his little issue. perhaps if they moved out into the mountains. be surrounded by nature without people having to be around, maybe that will help. If he bought you everything you ever wanted? perhaps if he lets you re-design their home, maybe that warm you up.

but it never worked. you never changed, for 2 years, you were silent as the day he brought you home, as distant as you could manage. he tried to create punishments for you, but that only drove you to be even more stubborn. you just wouldn't give in.

so there you two sat at the kitchen table eating breakfast. the view from the windows was shining through, mountains peaking above the trees. you ate in silence as you always do, while he sat and stared, thinking.

he can't believe he thought this would ever work, trapping someone and expecting them to just be ok with it. he was a fool to think you would ever just let it happen, no, you were too strong for that. I mean, it is one of the reasons why he fell in love with you, you had a strong heart, you would stand for yourself, help others when in need, and tried your best not to fall into a position that would leave you stepped on. he was so silly to think you wouldn't push back on him.

he really did ruin your life. you had plans, what you were gonna do, where you were going to go. even if your plans were similar to what you're living now, you didn't get a choice. therefore they weren't your plans and weren't your life.

he stood up from the table, taking you in one more time, mentally begging for a sign that he did the right thing, that this is what you wanted. but you just sat there, avoiding eye contact and eating your food.

he walked over to you, gave you a kiss on the cheek and quickly walked into another room. it was his office, where he worked and kept anything of importance. he walked over to a locked drawer, inserted a key, he opened the drawer to reveal a simple pistol.

as you were eating your breakfast, you were looking through the window, taking in the pretty view.

it wasn't long till you heard a gunshot.

you jolted in your seat, surprised by the sound. you rushed over to the office, wondering the reason for the sound. once you opened the door, there he was, lying dead on the floor, blood pooling out of his head. your eyes wide, in a state of shock, unsure what to do, you take in the scene. tears were falling down his growing cold cheeks, and blood splattered on the wall. you weren't sure what of today was so different that drove him to this, but you felt... nothing.

you didn't feel sorry for him, he was the man who dragged you here in the first place, and took your life away, how could you feel sorry for him? yet you weren't happy either, not sure where to go from here. should you stay and continue living here but on your own terms? or should you leave everything here behind, hoping to forget this all happened?

- during work hours, they love to make you do useless shit.

Jimmy will purposely drop something and makes you pick it up. While Curly will make one person jobs into a two person jobs.

Makes jimmy feel like he has power, which is something he can’t get enough of.

While Curly just loves to be around you and keep and eye on you. Making sure your not telling the others what’s going between the three of you.

-Curly doesn’t get aggressive, but if he ever finds you talking to other staff by yourself, he’ll come up beside you and wrap an arm around you and give you a little too tight of a squeeze.

But he’s all smiles, until a the staff member looks away, and all you see is curly giving a side eye glare. ‘Better not have told anyone anything’.

- while curly drives the ship, sometimes he forces you to sit on his lap.

And maybe his chair can lean back, which causes you to fall into his chest more.

- jimmy definitely takes the lead in the relationship, it’s very rare Curly will actually stand up for you.

- sometimes they will corner you while your just doing your thing.

Jimmy will show up, towering over you, causing you to take a few back steps. Only for you to bump into someone’s chest, Curly.

Curly will wrap his arms around you, taking in you scent, while jimmy puts his arms on each side of you, trapping you from leaving.

“Where are you going?”

- Curly definitely is all about affectionate touch, cuddling a whole bunch with you, and jimmy totally gets jealous about it.

He just doesn’t know how to handle physical touch in a healthy none sexual or harmful way. And is jealous that Curly can just get to touch you with out you flinching.

So he’ll force you to hold his hand every now and then, and get super red in the face about it, but he will chew you out if you ever flinch at him when he does it. Even though he’s only proven again and again he can and will hurt you.

- jimmy loves choking you while you two are…y’know.

- while curly is all about making sure your enjoying it and all your needs are met

- do all three of you boink together? Yeah sometimes, like 50% of the time.

But sometimes they just want you to themselves

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That’s all I got, sorry. It’s all pretty random and I don’t really have a specific story or timeline to it. Just whatever comes to my head during that time.

To be honest, I am getting really into homicipher, so my brain is rotting in other places rn.

I actually don’t even really do headcanons about characters from media, as I feel weird assuming things of them. So I’m quite surprised that I even did a post at all about this.

firstly, I would think Curly would be the one to develop a crush on you first, but Jimmy is the one to confront you first

he would mainly do it out of jealousy of Curly, so he could at least get one thing Curly doesn't have in life

Jimmy isn't much of a stalker, he mainly hangs around you, making sure you know he's staring at you

he likes making you uncomfortable, watching your squirm brings a smile to his face, and with him having a higher rank than you makes it easy to mess with you

of course, he isn't always right by your side, he does sneak into your chambers every now and then and steals a pair of your panties

pantie sniffer 100%

Curly is a little different, he has a big o'l crush on you but gives you space so he doesn't scare you away

big stalker type

will watch you through the cameras that are throughout the ship

he sneaks into your chambers while your sleeping, gently caressing your cheek

he will steal clothes of yours but not in a pervy way, he just really likes your smell

not to say he doesn't pleasure himself with the clothing...

he knows what he's doing is wrong, and he has so much guilt about it, but he just loves you so much

After you've been constantly harassed by Jimmy, you finally go to Curly and tell him the situation

Curly tells you he will handle it

but in reality, he doesn't

I mean what kind of person would he be to tell someone to stop the actions he himself is guilty of?

Jimmy knowing Curly also has a crush on you, uses this and somehow convinces Curly that they should work together and share you

you will have no peace

your hurt how Curly lied to you and even more pissed off with Jimmy's smug smile

but now both of them won't leave you alone

Curly when no other staff are near is on you, sniffing your hair, hugging you, caressing your skin

a very touched based kind of love

Jimmy, out of the two, is the one that keeps you in line.

if you dare try to escape from their grasp or tell anyone of your situation, Jimmy is not above physically harming you

Curly will often try to calm Jimmy down and confidence him that you just need a time-out

time-out's are when they lock you into their shared chamber for hours on end often without food or social interaction

Jimmy is possessive, while Curly is obsessive

again Curly knows this is wrong, but he just can't let you go or hurt his best friend

they definitely pushed their beds together to make one big bed and sleep with you squished between them

you wouldn't think so, but Jimmy loves to hand-feed you

your just so useless in his eyes

"what?"

"well for how many times you've tried to run away from our lovely home, why not make things more fun?"

you don't respond back, you just give him a blank stare waiting for him to continue.

"I'll give you a week."

"you take whatever is in this bag, and the clothes on your back, and lets really see if you can make it through these woods, without me catching you."

your shocked, not believing what you've just heard. John, for a year now has been your captor, and has dragged you to his little home deep in the woods. he says things like, he "loves you" and that you two are "meant to be together", but people who love each other don't kidnap one another and take them away from the life they were living. As stated by john, you had tried to escape before, but he was always a step ahead of you. But this could be your chance, he was giving you an opportunity, even if he rigged it, there was no way you were saying no to this.

"when do we start"

"as soon as you get dressed." john's smirk widened.

it wasn't too long until you were in your closet going through which clothes to wear. obviously you needed clothes that could handle the weather, it was that time of year when it wasn't quite fall yet, but the days started to get a bit more chilly and the leafs started their change of colour. you had found some cargo trousers and a green plaid shirt which you layered with a white tank top underneath. all items of clothing were bought by john, including the hiker shoes you were now putting on. he had bought most of the things you now own, he mainly tried to keep it within your own style, but every now and then he would buy something he wanted to see you in or thought would be good for an activity. I guess you now know why he bought this outfit.

as you got ready, you were trying to remember all the survival tips you had learned through out the years, but there wasn't much you remembered, as it never came up before.

"i'm not sure if I've ever seen you with such a pip in your step before." john says, standing in the corner of the room, leaning against the wall, watching you get ready.

you grab the backpack and go to open it up to see what john has given you and what else you may need, but thats when john grabs your hand to stop you.

"woah sugar, you can't see what I packed you until the game starts"

"but how do I know if even I need anything?", you argue.

"trust me, you have everything you'll need, right in that bag "

you let out a huff, zipping the backpack back up saying something under your breath about how the last time you trusted him, it ended with you being tied up and in the back seat of his car.

if john heard it, he didn't respond.

you throw on the backpack and clipping in the straps that went across your chest and hips for more security.

"ok. so what are the rules?"

john smiles, "its pretty simple, you get a 4 hour head start, you can't come back to the house at any moment unless you forfeit, and if you manage to get away without me catching you within the week, your free to go."

you nod your head, listening close to the rules. soon after john walks you outside to the front of the house. you take in the fresh air, the pine tree's giving of their piney smell, the sun shining through the tree's, and birds chirping their morning tune.

"ok, your next step forward is when the game starts, you sure you don't wanna give me a kiss before you leave, darlin?" john looks over at you, he was clearly joking but there was a small hint of hope in his eyes.

"Nope." you start to run in a random direction, not looking back. you weaved through the tree's and jumped over rocks, trying your best to not let yourself run out of breath.

As you ran, john stood where you left him, watching you disappear into the woods, once you were fully out of sight john headed back inside to make himself a coffee. he wasn't too worried about loosing you, he had far more experience dealing with the woods and backpacking in general. This should fun, you can finally feel a little bit more free, and he will still get his soon to be wife back by the end of the week. its like a little detox!

your running soon turned into a light jog, trying to figure out which way you should go. you couldn't see much from the forest floor as the tree's were too tall. figuring that you shouldn't just go straight and make it easy for john, you made a hard left. after a bit your jogging had turned into a fast walk and went that pace for about an hour and a half, so you think. truthfully you didn't quite know how long it had been, and you forgot to check the time before you left, a stupid mistake but nothing you could do about it now.

after what you think has been 2 hours you took a break and rested, but not without going through your back pack.

here is what john packed you:

sleeping bag

a thin sleeping matt

water bottle

water cleaning tablets

flashlight

pocket knife

rope

1 pair of clean clothes (but with 3 pairs of socks)

a light rain coat

first aid kit

tooth brush/paste

lighter

spork

small metal pot

binoculars

small bags of dried food/meal prep (but only enough for 3 days)

and a radio

what the hell? firstly, why for only three days? was he anticipating that how long you'd last? fucking prick, you'll show him, your gonna get the hell out of here and hope to the gods that you'll never have to see his face again.

but when you held the radio in your hands, you fought with your self if you should turn it on or not. what if it was tracking your location? was that something a radio could even do? you weren't sure.

despite your thoughts, you turned it on, it was on channel #1. before even thinking you held the button down and started speaking.

"hello, hello, this is Y/N L/N I'm lost in the woods and I need help"

you waited for a response... nothing.

you switched to channel #2 and did the same thing.

"HELLO, HELLO, THIS IS Y/N L/N I'M LOST IN THE WOODS AND I NEED HELP!"

still no response. you nearly went through all the channels saying the same thing and still nothing, no sign of another person.

that's until you got to the last channel, channel #25. you spewed your cry for help and waited, the next thing you know you hear the sounds of someone picking up the call.

"hey darlin, miss me already? it hasn't even been a full 2 hours yet" your stomach dropped, it was john on the other end. you could practically hear his sly smirk.

it took you a while to respond not sure what to say.

"oh? did you get all shy and bashful on me? don't forget, you called me, sugar." john chuckled through the radio

"are you tracking me with this? that doesn't seem fair." you ask

"no no, I'm not doing anything like that, would ruin the fun. the radio is just there incase you hurt yourself and you need help... or if you get lonely on these cold nights" john laughs

your quick to switch off the radio, and put everything back in your bag. you heard everything you needed to know, he had also mentioned that it hadn't even been 2 hours yet. the anxiety of time was getting to you, you didn't want to get caught on the first night. so you started moving, back into the pace of a light jog.

john on the other hand was delighted to hear from you, he didn't think you would actually use the radio, this soon too. he was taking his time getting ready, he gave himself four hours but was more likely to leave a little later then that. He wanted this to last a little longer then 2 days and also wanted you to squirm a little, make you feel uncomfortable, and who knows, maybe after this you won't want to leave his side.

-time skip-

it had been hours, definitely past the 4 hour mark. the sun was starting to go down, and you needed to figure out where you were gonna sleep. you looked around, there was a log near by. the log would be good place to rest your head on and had a little area that would be good for a fire, so thats where you unpacked your backpack and set up for the night. you went around grabbing bits of wood and sticks, really anything that could light on fire, you weren't new to making a campfire, but you also didn't practice very much, you knew what you needed its just putting it together was the problem. you grabbed the lighter from your bag and stood your sticks into a tipi shape, putting things like dried leafs and or moss in the middle.

half an hour later, you were just about to throw in the towel and go to bed early, but luckily your little tipi finally caught a flame and you had a little fire to warm you and your food.

you grabbed the little metal pot from your bag and one of the prepped meals. it was all dried food so you would have to add moisture by adding some water. you only added half of the food into the pot, thinking to save the rest for another night, grabbing your water bottle you add a rough estimate of 4 table spoons of water to the pot. your water bottle was already half empty from the day, thinking you'll have to find some form of water will be tomorrows goal. you took your spork, mix your ingredients, and heat it over the fire. it wasn't not long until you realize the mixture is porridge, plain but food non the less.

after you ate all of your food, you licked the pot clean, so it wouldn't attract animals or be harder to cook for the next time. you were just about to set up your bed when you had a thought.

'what if john finds me while I'm sleeping? what if the light of the fire is giving away my location at this very moment?'

with that thought you scramble to pack all of your things, despite that the sun is almost being gone. you throw you backpack on and starting kicking dirt onto your fire and stomping it to make it go out. after your sure the fire won't re-lit it's self you hurry to move from your location.

'I still have to sleep, I can't expect to win this with zero energy' you think to yourself as you frantically look for another place to rest. but as you look around each spot looks the same and equally just as easy to get caught in. you sling your head back facing the sky, huffing out in frustration, you can already feel the tears forming. if give the sky one more good look before the sun is fully gone, you just see tree's.

...that's it. the tree's.

you ripped you backpack off, digging for your flashlight and some rope. you sling the rope around your arm and hold the flashlight between your teeth, while putting the backpack back on. your gonna spend your night in a tree.

you find a tree your pretty confident climbing, you start grabbing branch after branch raising yourself higher from the forest floor. once you feel like your high enough, you grab your rope and tie it around the trunk of the tree and with the other end tie around your waist. just incase you fall while sleeping. slinging your bag so it's in your lap, you grab your sleeping bag and somehow shimmy yourself into it. not the most comfortable, but the branches of the pine tree hide you from the outside world and also help keep heat in. as you try to doze off you think about how you got in this situation.

you were just a normal person who had just moved to the big city, you were lonely and looking for people to be friends with. so when john came through the door of your work place talking you up, you were more then glad to chat back. and at some point john was no longer the regular at your work, he was your friend, and you two hung out with each on your days off. you went rock climbing together, restaurants and cafe's, a few hikes here and there, just whatever was available. and one day after dinner together, john had asked you if he could show you something, just out of town. of course you agreed, he was your friend and hadn't shown any red flags at the time. but once you two past the city and kept driving, you were starting to get cold feet. you had insisted john turn around, and it got to the point you were screaming "JOHN IM NOT KIDDING, TURN THE CAR AROUND, THIS IS TOO FAR OUT". He insisted he just wanted to show you something very important, but everything in your head was screaming at you to get out. you remember grabbing for the door handle, despite the car still in fast motion, thats when john yoinked your hand back and pulled over, slamming the breaks. before you know it, your tied up, sitting in the back seat, with your mouth tapped shut. what a horrid memory, and the idea that you may have to relive that again.... just foul.

-time skip-

at the crack of dawn when the birds started to sing was when you woke up, you were glad to find yourself in the same spot as to when you fell asleep, but man... you felt like shit. you got as much sleep as you would think you'd get, sleeping in a tree, which is very little.

you shimmy out of your sleeping bag, fold it back into your pack, along with putting away the flashlight and untying the rope and clipping it back to your bag. As you climbed back down to the forest floor, you tried to keep an eye out for signs of someone being near by, non to your knowledge.

todays goal was as yesterday's, get as far away from john and that dam prison he's been keeping you in. but also, to find some sort of body of water, as you were starting to run low. you headed in a direction opposite from where you came from, and as you walked, it actually was kind of nice. breathing in the fresh morning air, watching the sun slowly rise above your head, at one point you even saw some deer. you'd hate to say it, but you were enjoying it.

-time skip-

hours had passed, with you keeping a good pace of jogging and speed walking, you felt confident about the distance between you and john, but you did begin to worry about finding water, wondering if you were even heading in the right direction of finding any. 20 minutes later however, that worry melted away. you could hear the sounds of rushing water, and in the direction you were walking, the tree's started to part ways. once you walked up to the tree line you saw a river, rushing bright blue water straight from the mountains. you find a rocky beach area where you can sit and collect some water, dipping you water bottle into the ice cold river. you grab one of the tabs in your bag, supposedly your suppose to drop 1 tab in your bottle and it cleans any dirty water and makes it safe to drink. after the tab dissolves and you shake it real well, you take a drink.

you don't think you've ever had water quite so refreshing.

as you take this time to re-gain your energy, you grab a granola bar from your bag, and munch down on it. it's not along after a chipmunk starts making it's way to you, clearly smelling your food.

you argue with yourself, if you should share with the cute animal, or safe it for yourself. in the end, you decided it wouldn't hurt you if you gave the chipmunk one small peanut from your bar. you placed the peanut in your hand and reached out to the it. the chipmunk was obviously sceptical of your donation, but it only took a minute until he was eating right out of your hand. you couldn't help but smile and enjoy the moment.

... that was until you heard a snap from the right of you.

you didn't move, and you tried your best to keep smiling, but in the corner of your eye, you saw him.

it was a shadowy figure hiding within the tree's and bushes, definitely human shaped. it couldn't be anyone else but him.

he wasn't moving towards you though, just hunched down, watching.

you could hear your heart beat in your hears, you struggled to keep your breath steady.

you slowly started to pack your belongs and act as if you didn't know he was there, and as you did you grabbed the pocket knife that was clipped onto your backpack.

you clipped yourself into your backpack, so everything was secure, you took a deep breath...

you ran.

back into the tree line, and in the opposite direction of your captor. you didn't dare look back, and you didn't need to, you could hear shuffling from behind you, of something moving through the bushes caching up to you.

you weaved through tree's, hoping to loose him, at on point you were running along side the river. trying to find any means of escape you saw some rocks almost making a bridge across the river.

you went for it. jumping rock to rock, and as you almost make it across, something grabs your backpack from behind, it pushes you down, half of your body landing on the rocks, the other half of you landing in the freezing cold water. john also in the same position as you, but with a grip on your bag.

"hey honey, long time no see. you were looking real cute back there, acting like a Disney princess, princess" john tried to keep a cool expression, but being dipped in freezing cold water wasn't exactly the plan, and you could see him cringe at the temperature change.

you tried to yank his hand away from your bag, but it wouldn't budge. you could only move so much unless you wanted to fully submerged in the water and taken down stream.

and john just kept talking, "y'know, I didn't think you'd spot me, but I guess thats why I like you... just full of surprises!"

john starts moving, trying to reach you with his other hand, hoping to pull you back on land with him. that's when you open you pocket knife. swinging the knife towards him, you manage to cut the palm of his free hand. he hisses in pain and lets go of you to cup his now bleeding hand, that's when you kick him over the rocks and fully into the water, he tries to grab at you, but the current takes him away before he can. your quick to stand up, not bothering to watch him float away, you begin to run. your soaked and cold to the bone, but you don't care, running is the only thing on your mind.

-time skip-

it had been... maybe 2 hours now? 2 hours of you strictly running, the sun was starting to go down, and you could feel your body yearn for warmth. you found a spot surrounded by wild rose bushes, so if anyone was in the area, you would be able to hear them first before they saw you, plus the thorns would give you a little more protection against people or animals.

you sparked a fire, a little faster then the night before, and soon you began to strip, taking off your wet clothes and laying them near the fire to dry, you grabbed the clean pair in your backpack. you also snuggled into your sleeping to try to warm up faster, while making food. after eating the rest of your porridge, you snuffed out your fire just enough so no flame or light was giving away your location, but enough that the coals and ash were still warm and hopefully would keep you warm through the night.

it didn't take you long to fall asleep, exhausted from chaise.

mean while john had managed to swim himself to shore 20 minutes after being swept away by the river. his hand was still bleeding but the water and washed most of it away, luckily it wasn't too deep of a cut, but infection was still a possible outcome. he cut his losses for the day, figuring you had probably ran pretty far already, not to mention the how far the river took him down, away from you. he was quick to set up camp, make a fire and dry his clothes. just like you, he also had a backpack full of anything he needed. sadly most of his stuff was pretty soaked and he had to lay out all of it in hopes it would dry before he went to sleep. luckily the radio was water proof so, that was still able to work. and while he was waiting for his things to dry and his food to cook, he figured he'd see if your radio was on.

"hey sweetness" he sang "you there?"

he waited for a response, but got nothing.

"I guess even if her's was on, she might be pretty mad at me for what I just tried to pull" john chuckled to himself.

"that's ok though, let her be mad, then after she can come home with me and be my darlin little wife"

john starts twirling his finger in the dirt, as he's dreaming of the day you two are married, then have kid together, and maybe another one if it works out.

he just couldn't help it, you just so beautiful, with such a strong spirit too, willing to fight for what's yours. your just a little confused and don't realize this life he's set up for the two of you, is your life. your new one, better life.

but that's why he was doing all of this, to make you realize you belong to him are meant to be together.

-time skip-

you woke around the same time as the day before, but this time you had a way better sleep. most of your stuff was pretty dry, a few damp patches but nothing too bad. feeling rested you packed your things and started your journey, you were on day 3 and still had a good amount of food and a full water bottle. part of you wanted to head back to the river and follow it down to hopefully a town or something, so you would have consistent water supply, but that was the direction john was and you didn't want to run into him again...if he was still alive.

was he still alive?

I mean that last time you saw him, he got swept up by the river, plenty of people have died in similar situations. if he was dead, it would then be safe to head in whatever direction you wanted

"mmm" you let yourself think for a bit, wondering what you should do.

you end up digging for your radio in your bag, you didn't want to call out to him, but for the sake of directions, you needed to know if he was alive or not.

"hello? anyone there?", you wait for a response.

....

"well shoot, if I didn't know any better, I would think that your checking up on me, darlin. you worried about me?" you hear john speak through the radio.

and that's all you needed to hear, he was alive, which meant you were gonna go up stream, rather then down.

"sugar? don't leave me hanging, I-" before he could finish his sentence and probably call you another pet name, you turned the radio off and tucked it back into your bag"

-time skip-

today was well paced and didn't run into any issues. the only reason for that though is probably cause john is trying to catch up, you didn't know how far the river took him after all.

but still no sign of a town or another human, just woods and more woods. you flipped through the other radio channels seeing if it had picked up on any new radios, still none.

you set up for the night, next to a mossy log that had fallen over some time ago. you had dug into your second bag of rations, only eating half of it so you could eat the rest for tomorrow.

and while you started getting ready for bed john, was still making his way towards you. he spent all day trying to find your tracks and on some sort of luck, he did. unknown to either of you john still had a good while to go until he reached you, but he knew if he moved while you slept, it was more likely for him to catch up faster.

-time skip-

day 4, and the sun rises once more. you awake and just like the last few days, your quick to pack up and be on the move. except theres a chill in the air, you can see your breath, and once you take a closer look around you, theres a light layer of frost covering the forest ground. it was pretty to see, how the sun shined on the plants and made everything sparkle. but that was enough looking around, you had to remind yourself that a loved obsessed psycho was after you.

you continue walking for about an our now, watching all the frost slowly melt from the sun's gaze, but you should have been paying more attention, cause if you were, you would have seen the rope you were about to pull with your foot.

the second it happened, you looked down and felt your stomach drop. 'shit.'

your immediately wrestled to the ground, landing on your belly, your feet being the first thing to be tied up. you try kicking john off of you, and although you hit him a few times, he doesn't let go. you try to rip your backpack off, so you can grab your pocket knife, but after tying you feet john quickly pins your arms to your sides.

'it was stupid to put the knife away.'

with all your might you try to get him off of you, and you do! but with you feet tied together, you can only crawl away from him. its not long till john grabs you by the boots and drags you closer to him, your fingers digging into the dirt.

"NO! NO! GET OFF OF ME!" you scream in full panic.

john throws your backpack to the side and starts to tie your hands behind your back. you begin to cry.

"NO PLEASE! LET ME TRY AGAIN, I CAN DO IT! I WAS SO CLOSE!"

your reliving your nightmare once more, not able to stop screaming and the tears from falling.

the next thing you know john stabs something into your neck, a syringe. the world starts to become fuzzy and your body feels heavy.

"it's ok darlin, don't cry. you did your best, but now you get to come home with me and lay in a comfy bed, with warm food, and running water." john caresses your cheek as he speaks to you.

you try to deny his words, but it just comes out as mumbles and soft little no's. john can't help but chuckle at the state your in, so harmless and weak.

-time skip-

you wanna say you remember how john got you back to his house, but you can't. he probably drugged you the whole trip, so you wouldn't struggle. but the next time you woke up, not drugged out of your mind, you were in the familiar bed you dreaded.

you had failed, you had one shot, and you fucking failed. this was gonna be your life, trapped in the woods with a man that was utterly insane.

for the rest of the year, you were gloomy a shell of who you once were. if john wanted to cuddle, you did without a fight. which made john partly happy, but he also missed that spark you had, the very thing he fell in love with. it wasn't till the seasons started changing once more, just between summer and fall until john dropped the same backpack in front of your feet and game you the same opportunity.

he tells you that, "it was so fun last year, why not do it again?"

and so you did, every year, and every year he caught you, but every year you got better and closer to escaping. learning to skills, reading more books about things like wild berries or how to tell which way is north.

it was weird, cause it kept you in line for majority of the year, doing most of the things john asked of you, but you had your spark back, you had something to look forward to.

there was a year where you had ran into a bear, and john fought it off for you, or the year you figured out which direction you needed to head for the best out come. there was a year you had managed to last 6 days before john caught you, your personal best.

but as the years went past, john eventually fulfilled his wish of starting a family with you. the year you were pregnant john refused to let you leave the house, and doted on you like a butler would to royalty, which wasn't too different even when you weren't pregnant. but you had thought that, that was the end for you and your chance at freedom was gone. but once your child had turned 1 year old, john dropped the familiar backpack at your feet once more.

except this time you had to take the child with you, or not go at all.

risk the health of your child? or risk your freedom?

what an awful choice to make.

the end.