It's been like.. Months.. Maybe a year after you were stuck with Peter. He chopped off one of your legs so that you wouldn't escape, but you've moved on from that. He actually learned to respect your boundaries just for you. Everytime you don't allow him, he understands. Everytime you DO allow him, he gets excited. You still didn't have interest in him, hell you hate him.. But, you couldn't seperate from him. You didn't like the idea of loving him. He literally chopped off one of your legs! But.. You really couldn't separate from him. You think about him too..

One day, Peter just came home from buying grocery. He came into the room.

"I brought some breakfast back home, are you awake dar-" He was cut off "-ling.." he saw you, knife in hand, a man dead beside you, and you were a bloody mess. "ah.. You finally came back.." You smiled, tears shedding in your eyes. "yes, I'm home.. What is THAT" He asked, you explained. "I-I don't know.. I woke up and you were not home.. A-And this strange man was laying beside me.. So I took a knife.. I'm so sorry, I'm such a mess.." Peter approached you and spoke. "it's not your fault, darling.. I shouldn't have leave you home alone.. Just relax, okay? Anyone who hurts you will be severely punished.." You tried to stand up to embrace him, but you were one legged, instead, he picked you up and embraced you As he whispered, "just tell me.. Where to stab that person.."