Hallo, this is Demon. I'm up here with Can't Run Away. It's rated M for many future lemons. I'll give you alerts when they come up. No monster chapters, so sorry, but I will give updates weekly. Promise. It's Alternate Universe, by the way.

Disclaimer: Adventure Time is not mine.

A boy sat shivering in the corner of the tiny shack he was being kept in. He couldn't remember much, and what he did remember wasn't helpful. He could remember...frowning, he struggled to think. He remembered walking home from his date with his girlfriend, whistling cheerfully. He remembered a hooded figure walking in the opposite direction as him, one fist clenched. He remembered thinking that this was strange, as it was summer, so why would someone want their hood up? He remembered the blinding pain as the figure's fist collided with his temple. He remembered blackness. He didn't remember who had attacked him, where he was, or...or much of anything, really. Everything was hazy. He looked around him; the tiny shack was damp and moldy, completely empty if not for a bucket and a plate of food sitting by a pole in a corner. The boy crawled over. The bucket, he saw, was empty, and the food was nothing more than a sandwich. But his stomach was killing him, so he gulped it down. Wasn't there any water? He looked around again to see a bottle of water in another corner. He crawled for it and, with trembling hands, removed the cap. It spilled on his face a bit, but most of it entered his mouth and cooled his burning stomach. He wasn't tied down, so he made a move for the door only to find it jammed. Scowling, he tried again. Then he began to scream. The door slammed open and flung him back. The boy cried out in pain as his neck coiled into his shoulders from the force of the impact. He looked up to see a hooded figure. Fear filled him. What was this person going to do with him? And who was the person? He opened his mouth to scream again.

"I wouldn't do that, Finn Hero," the voice was cold and feminine. Finn's mouth clamped shut.

How does this lady know my name?

"You're currently in a shack in the middle of the woods. You're not tied up because there's nowhere to go. You're not gagged because there's no one to hear you. You're alive because I need the money your family can provide," she sounded completely detached, and Finn grew more afraid. She had been considering killing him? Who was this lady? He opened his mouth to ask. "I ask the questions," she snarled, storming over and kicking him in the chest. "You can call me Mistress. I'll be taking care of you until your family ponies up a million bucks," Finn's eyes bugged. His family hadn't even been able to send Jermaine to college without help...and he had gotten a scholarship! They couldn't produce a million dollars for this lady! "Unless they hit the jackpot, you're my little toy," she snickered. "So behave yourself, and we won't have any problems. But if you step out of line...well, your punishment will be very severe," she cackled and walked out. Finn watched the door slam and waited until the count of fifty to stagger up and cautiously creep to the door. There was a hole near to the floor. He crouched and saw that Mistress was gone. He pulled open the door and stepped into the sunlight. A weight hit his shoulders and forced him to the ground. Finn yelped.

"Get off!" he protested. The weight shifted, and a hand struck his right cheek. Then the weight was gone, and Mistress was before him.

"Lesson one, Hero," she said. "You don't try to escape. I'm always watching," he crept back into the shed, and the door closed behind him.

How long would he be kept here? Days? Weeks? Months?

...Years?

No, the police would find him. He had faith in law enforcement.

Finn ran a hand through his golden blonde hair, and it came away dirty. How long had he been out? And where was his hat? Anxious, the boy began to pace. Back and forth. Three steps, it took, to get from one side of the shack to the other.

Finn hated cages. They felt...wrong to him. It was wrong to be caged, right to be free. What was the point of Mistress caging him in such a tiny space? There was clearly nowhere to run! She was doing it to torture him, he knew. Back and forth. One, two, three, turn...one, two, three, turn...Finn paced until his bare feet began to bleed. Where were his shoes? And his socks? He plopped down on the floor and decided to try and negotiate a way to escape.

"Mistress?" he shouted. The door opened, and her hooded head appeared.

"Yes, Finn?" she was mocking him.

"I want to walk around," he said boldly. There was a pause.

"No," the door slammed. Finn sighed; it had been worth a shot. He slumped back against the wall and felt it scrape roughly through his shirt.

"Mistress!" the door didn't open, but he knew she was there. "May I have some more food?" she laughed.

"What do you think I am, a taco stand? That's all the food you get for today, pipsqueak!" his jaw dropped.

"I bet you just don't want to share!" he jeered.

"You got more food than I did," her tone was dark. "Consider yourself lucky," his mouth flapped like a fish as he struggled to think of a comeback. "You should have rationed it."

"Hey, can I be let out?"

"No!"

"But I gotta pee!" he whined.

"That's what the bucket's for!"

"Eugh..."

"Dump it outta that little window in the back when you're done."

"What window?" he felt around and found a small window that was as high as his waist, and just barely wide enough for the bucket. He tugged it open experimentally, then closed it again—he didn't need Mistress creeping on him. Then he did his business and dumped out the bucket, placing it back in the corner with a sigh before curling up in the opposite corner to sleep.

He hoped to be saved tomorrow.

Any guesses as to the identity of Mistress? Not like I'll tell you if you're right, but you get bragging rights later if you review before I put up that chapter.

~Demon