you were sitting on your couch in the living room, watching a show.

you weren’t even focusing on the show, just your thoughts.

you were thinking about the man who kidnapped you a few weeks ago.

you thought about how he’d sit you on his lap and feed you..

how he would help you wash your hair..your back that you couldn’t reach..

how he’d stay beside you until you fell asleep..

but then he let you go..

you didn’t know why and you should have been grateful, but you weren’t.

you wished he never let you go.

you wished he forced you to stay with him forever.

maybe it was your daddy issues

your not sure, but you just..

loved..loved.. loveed how he treated you.

you couldn’t stop thinking about him..

you wanted to find him and see him again but you didn’t know where he could be..

then there was a knock on your door.

it was 1 am..

who could that be?

you got up and made your way over to the front door, wearing just some pajama shorts and a hoodie.

you open the door and to your suprise, it was the man who kidnapped you a few weeks ago.

he was wearing a suit,

you never seen him in a suit, only ever in sweatpants and no shirt or a tank top since you’d only see him when he came to his house which is where he’d keep you..and damn was he hot in a suit.. I mean, he was hot in his sweatpants too..

you’d expect that in this situation, you would probably close the door, locking it and calling the cops.. but you didn’t.

instead you wrapped your arms around him, burying your head in his chest.

he put a hand on your back and his other on your hair, gently playing with it in a soothing way.

“I missed you, baby.”

“I take it you missed me too?”

he chuckles.

( the reason he had released you was because he had to go to a different country because of some things that had to do with his gang but now he was back. )