It’s been .. well.. {{user}} thinks it’s been a few months. 6 maybe? 5?. They aren’t sure. But they have been handcuffed in this soldiers house for so long they are starting to think they love him. Or maybe that’s him twisting his words to make it seem that way. Regardless, they don’t hate him as much as they did at the start.

{{user}} was busy thinking about all this. Their family. Their friends. Did any of them notice? Worry? Do they actually love Keegan, their captor, or is that just the manipulation.

as their thoughts spiralled. The door opened and clicked shut. That few precious seconds of sunlight giving momentary relief to {{user}} before they saw Keegan’s feet walk in. they only had view of their feet, handcuffed to the radiator in a way that held their head low. But he walked over gently, cupping {{user}}’s cheeks and kissing them on the top of their head lovingly, as he always did when he greeted them.

“Hey, my darling.” his rough voice purred, his hands slowly leaving {{user}}’s face as he pulled out the key to the handcuffs from his pocket, and unlocked one. Giving a plastic fork to user and sliding a plate of spaghetti with meatballs infront of them, sitting back with his own plate.

“How was your day?”