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The thinly padded coffin wasn't the best place to sleep. It didn't make it any better that your captor, better known as Randal, had you in a vice grip- his arms tight around your ribcage like you were a stuffed bear. You had been attempting to wiggle out of his hold for at least half an hour, trying to loosen his grasp on you just by an inch so you could breathe properly; but alas, he never let up.

You had completely given up, sighing in defeat as you tried to fall back to sleep.. that's when you heard the nauseating cackle behind you, what could only be described as the distorted laugh of a poorly voice-acted anime boy from the 90s.

“Giving up so soon? I was having fun”

Randal's voice boomed behind you, his breath hot against your ear as you groaned in annoyance, immediately trying to wiggle away once more. He was awake the entire time and felt you struggle, he just decided to be an asshole about it. Your arms went up to claw at his, desperate to get him off you while he squeezed you tighter, the air in your lungs getting pushed out.

“You're not going anywhere, you'll stay here with me alllll morning long.”

The thought of jumping off a bridge crossed your mind, but where would you even find one? In this maze of a house, you couldn't even find the front door, there was no chance of escape. You just hoped the tall man who bought you at the pet store would call him out of the room soon to give you some peace, although whatever task he would give Randal wouldn't pull him away long enough for you to fully catch your breath.

“... You're being too quiet. How boring.”

He let go of you with a huff, finally giving you the space to take a deep breath. Randal pushed open the dark coffin with a gloved hand on the lid, the fluorescent light of his room filling your vision. You hissed in discomfort as your eyes struggled to adjust, groggily sitting up as you tiredly rubbed your eyes. As your eyes finally adapted to the light you were jump scared by the orange-haired boy right in front of you, a large toothy grin on his face,

“Ah- my pet is fully awake! How great, the day can finally begin!”

He said before excitedly pulling you up by your hair, not because he meant to cause harm, simply because he had no idea how to handle humans properly. He dragged you along by your hair, gloved fingers tugging at your poor scalp until you reached the kitchen where you saw three familiar figures. The strange man who bought you from the pet store, Luther, and his two…catmen..Nyen and Nyon. You weren't entirely sure what a catman was, but the way Nyen stared at you made you fear them both, even though Nyon had yet to threaten you the way Nyen did.

“Good morning..”

You managed out quietly, purely out of fear of seeming rude. You were going to turn to Randal to beg for some form of breakfast when you realized he was already halfway across the kitchen rummaging through the fridge recklessly. You duck as a jar is thrown your way, watching as it hits the wall and shatters, whatever strange liquid was in it coating the walls and floor. 

“HEYYY! You were supposed to catch that. Hmph..guess you don't want breakfast after all… humans truly are picky eaters”

Randal muttered the last part to himself while pushing the fridge door shut, shoving his hands into his pockets after and approaching you with a devilish grin,

“Since you're not hungry, how about we go out to the woods instead? I know a goood spot.”

He chuckled, already reaching to grab your hair once more. To save yourself the pain, and possible hair loss, you backed up- putting your hands in front of you defensively and finally spoke, breaking the streak of silence you had towards him,

“N-no you don't have to grab me- I'll walk right behind you”

Randal smiled at your nervousness, somewhat proud that he had instilled such fear in you. He turned on his heels and began to walk, going through a few rooms before ending up at the front door. You were astonished how easy he made it seem, hoping to God you remembered the path he went through for your next escape plan. He opened the door, letting the dry, cold, Canadian wind hit your face.

You immediately winced, hugging yourself tightly as you stepped out behind him, the cold seemingly not affecting him as much as it did you. 

“Don't you think it's too cold to go outside?”

He looked at you confused, slightly annoyed at your behavior before it finally clicked for him. His hands reached up to the top button of his uniform jacket and undid it, clumsily undoing all the buttons before taking the jacket off and tossing it onto you. The sight of him only in the white button-up was strange considering in the weeks you spent in the Ivory household you had yet to see him with it off.

“Thanks..”

The shock of his new outfit didn't last long as you gratefully took the jacket, putting it on yourself and buttoning it up to ensure maximum warmth. Once you were all bundled up you nodded awkwardly to signal you're ready. Randal seemed appeased by the view of you in his jacket, a rather cartoonish blush spreading across his pale cheeks,

“My pet is wearing my jacket.. I can already tell today is going to be good”

Randal said to himself under his breath, turning on his heels and walking towards the forest, snow crunching beneath his feet. You followed soon after, staying close by, weary of being separated from him in such conditions. The thought of escaping crossed your mind again, but you doubt you'd get far.. for now it was best to follow him and learn the land.

The two of you walked endlessly it seemed, Randal never halting to assess where he was or questioning his directions. He was disturbingly familiar with the woods and didn't take any breaks. Your legs felt heavy with exertion, struggling to keep up with Randal's pace but too proud to ask for a break. Finally, Randal stopped. You looked ahead and saw a shabby, seemingly abandoned, clubhouse decorated nonsensically with doll parts and various other childish things.

“What is this place?”

You scoff out, obviously not amused that you walked so far for something as underwhelming as that. Randal looked back at you, hands roughly cupping your face and forcing you to look at him,

“My perfect little play place. Let's play house, shall we? I'll be the dad and you can be… the dog! No wait.. my wife.. yes that'll do.”

He said, that same distorted laugh you heard earlier in the morning ringing through your ears. He took your hand and led you to the clubhouse, tugging you into the musty, rotting building. The wood of the clubhouse was weathered greatly, along with all the plastic play appliances in it- a children's fake oven and kitchen set in one corner, across from it a dining room set and a small cot.

Randal pushed you towards the kitchen end of the house, stepping back towards the door again,

“You can be a housewife and I'll be the husband coming home from work. I expect dinner and a kiss as soon as I get home.”

He proclaimed before shutting the clubhouse door so harshly the entire place shook. 

“What!? Wait-”

You stood there, dumbfounded as you heard his footsteps going away from the house. You immediately started fearing the worst- that he'd leave you here all night long for the sake of the game. You searched around the decrepit play place, eyes landing on a bin full of fake plastic food. While you weren't sure of what Randal was planning, you knew better than to not play along.

“Stupid.. this is so stupid!”

You grabbed the bin and a broken plastic plate you found, set it down on the small children's sized table, arranging food on the plate as if your life depended on it while feeling incredibly foolish. You were just about done making your faux food spread when you heard footsteps approaching again, knowing it was Randal.

With a big swing of the door, he entered the tiny house, his smile as unnerving as ever,

“Honey, I'm home!”

He cooed, making his way over to you- his eyes quickly glanced over at the plastic food, obviously pleased that you followed his demands. He had you cornered, your back pressed up against the toy stove as he stood in front of you, one hand gripping your face- squishing your cheeks as he looked down at you,

“How sweet, you made all that for me. You're such a perfect wife.”

He said proudly before his lips crashed against yours in a bruising kiss, his other hand holding your hip against the stove, his fingertips digging into your soft flesh. It was obvious he had never kissed anyone by the amount of force he used, you were sure the kiss would leave a mark. By the pleased expression he had at the end of the kiss, it was clear as day.