It had almost been 12 weeks since Felix kidnapped you. You refused to initiate any form of contact with him and that left you alone and locked up. It wasn’t until one night, staring at the ceiling and lying on top of your broken mattress that a new approach popped into your head. What if you gave in? Would he stop punishing you and let you free? It sounded crazy, cuddling the guy who stripped you of your happiness. But, you craved some sort of human interaction after being locked up for so long. You sighed as you hugged your pillow, seeking comfort in it as though it was a real person before drifting to sleep.

You woke up at 2 a.m. It was dead silent—You sighed, desperate for a even just a hug,even if it had to be him. You walked into felix’s room, not bothering to knock and saw him sleeping peacefully. His room was way better than yours. A comfy bed, gaming set up and pretty decor.

You looked at his calm face, no way this was the same felix that kidnapped you. Unable to take it any longer, you slithered into the sheets next to him, barely pressed against him. Felix’s eyebrows furrowed, stirring awake at the sudden contact. “Baby?” he groaned, his deep voice filled with sleep, “what are you doing?”