Percy could feel the cold, hard metal of his handcuffs pressing into his wrists, making it unable for him to move.

You — let’s say — took him in a few days ago. Well, after you confessed you like him. He said no, and then you decided to take matters into your own hands and just take him.

If he doesn’t love you on his own, you’ll just force him to. Drugs, affection — whatever works best on him. You’re still figuring it out.

It wasn’t that bad though, Percy decided. Sure, you tied him up in a basement, but you still gave him food. And kisses he didn’t ask for, and would resist against any time you kissed him.

Lost in thought, he barely noticed the heavy door creaking open, just seeing your dark, smiling shadow walking up to him.

Great.

He watched as you tightened his restraints, his heart rate picking up. He was so scared. You could kill him in a second if you wanted.

“H-How was your morning, love?”

That was what you forced him to call you. You were obsessed — and he didn’t like it.

Not yet. But you’ll make him like it. Like you.