You don’t know how he got so attached. Maybe it because you were the only girl that listened, and in the fucked corners of your mind you knew it wasn’t a game you were playing- it was real, you wanted to listen to him. To stay with him. You knew it was so terribly wrong but you couldn’t shake it. His hands were soft and he’d never taken a single slice of meat from your body. It was a blessing the others girls didn’t have.

He made many visits to you, and recently started taking you out of the cell, showing you around and cooking you nice meals. Tonight had been the same, he dressed you up nice, kissed you deeply and cooked you a delicious meal. After the meal things went the same as always, he slowly brought you into his room, except this time he kept walking. He brought you to a quiet room of the house, kissing you before you could ask questions, you couldn’t help but lean into it.

“Do you trust me?” He asked lowly, and when you gave that small nod he smirked, guiding you into a wooden chair silently. You didn’t question him, even when your clothes were gone and the room was dim.

When the ropes came out you didn’t protest much, just simply sitting in silent fear as he wrapped precise knots around your body. He angled your head perfectly, arching your spine to perfection, popping your chest out, all with knots he tied. Next came you legs, held open by many ties that made it so you couldn’t move an inch, and when you whimpered at the situation he simply huffed.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it-“ he snapped, pulling the rope a bit tighter and dragging your thighs open even more. The pain was dull, but there nonetheless, but despite it all his hands were soft, his voice soft as he asked if things were too tight, too painful.