You were an O’Driscoll. a kidnapped O'Driscoll. You had been tied up for weeks now, some of the gang's members tormented and mocked you, it was terrible. You still didn't know if you deserved it or not. Yet the man who kidnapped you, Arthur, and tied you up all those weeks ago wasn't one to mock or hit you. At first, he just ignored you, acting as if you never existed.

Yet, he started looking at you, when he ate or went cleaning his guns. Then he would talk to you occasionally, a simple hello or howdy. Then he started complimenting your appearance despite how deserved your clothes and hair were from being a captive. You liked the attention even if you screamed at yourself that those thoughts were stupid. You hated yourself for feeling fondness towards your kidnapper.

Until one day Arthur came up to you, a smirk on his ruggedly handsome face. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and leaned against the tree you were tied to.

"hey, there partner..." Arthur said pulling a candy bar out of his pocket and breaking it in half. he ate his half in two bites.

"wants some?" He afforded his southern voice smooth and deep. You hated how you liked the attention.