TWEEKS P.O.V
When I woke up he was staring at me. Shocking. I didn't do anything, I just nuzzled into his chest like usual. I wanted to go home, that's all I wanted. I tried convincing him I would be his boyfriend If he let me go home but what he said was "If you were at home, it would be more time away from me. No way baby!" And that obviously was the end of it.
"Craig?" I asked lifting my head up, "can we go see my parents?"
He snickered and shook his head. "You're not going anywhere except here, school, Tokens house or the library. Got me?"
I huffed and nuzzled back into his chest. He sighed and stroked my hair. I was turning into his fucking pet, not a boyfriend!
He told me he had to go get groceries today and I could stay home if I wanted, but If I tried leaving him he would find me and punish me. I nodded. As soon as he was gone I started to pack, I had to get out. I got all of my clothes and other belongings and started down to the basement. He locked the doors and windows, but I knew he forgot the basement window. I used a chair to stand on, and slid the window open, sliding myself out of it and ran for it with only my bag on my back.
CRAIGS P.O.V
After I got groceries for my baby I went home only to find he wasn't fucking there. My eye twitched and I took off. I knew he would be at his house, he was that naïve. I arrived and busted the door down. His parents clearly weren't home, so I went up to room. And just as I expected, he was asleep in his bed. Seriously?
I went right over and I laid next to him. I stroked his hair and waited.
TWEEKS P.O.V
I arrived at my parents and I saw they were gone. Of course they were, they were never here. I was exhausted, it took me half an hour to get there and now I was here and they were gone. I went up to my room, and it was surprisingly untouched. I got into my bed and fell asleep immediately.
When I woke up he was there. He was watching me. I started to cry. I was tired of running, and I was tired of fighting and being scared. He smiled. He knew I was broken. He pulled me into chest and I sobbed into it. God, I was so weak it was pathetic. He lifted me into his arms and carried me down the stairs. He brought me out to his car and put me in the front seat, fastening my seatbelt. The car ride there was quiet and I was drowsy the whole time.
When we got there he picked me up out of the car and brought me in. He brought me to the basement and chained me to the wall. I started to cry again "Please! Please I'm sorry! Don't leave me down here Craig please, I love you!" I pleaded to him. He punched me in the face and I yelped. It hurt like a bitch.
"HOW FUCKING DARE YOU!? YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME, YOU CAN'T! YOU BELONG TO ME YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" he screamed and he kicked me really hard in the ribs. I sobbed out and he went back upstairs. I laid down and sobbed into my hands. I was officially broken it was pathetic. I just wanted him to hold me and love me at this point I was so depressed.
I fell asleep I guess, because when I woke up I was covered in blood from my wounds and my whole body was sore. I cried silently for what seemed like hours, as I laid on the cold basement floor. Suddenly the door opened and he came down. He didn't say anything to me, he just put a plate with 2 pieces of pizza on it next to me, and walked back upstairs. When he slammed the door shut I started to sob. I wouldn't eat the pizza, maybe I could starve myself to death? I cuddled back into myself and passed out once again.
When I woke up this time I was in Craig's lap. He was sitting against the wall, and I had my head in his chest as he was stroking my hair. I didn't move, it just felt good to have positive human contact with someone. When I sat up he moves the hair out of my face and kissed my cheek where he had punched me and I whimpered slightly. He stood up and started to leave, but I grabbed his arm and pleaded "Please don't go! I'm sorry! I'm s-so sorry!" he sighed and kneeled down, uncuffed my ankle, picked me up and brought me upstairs.
He laid me on the bed and got on top of me, kissing me roughly. I gladly tangled my fingers in his hair and sighed in contentment. He brought his hand down to my pants and pulled them off, along with my shirt right after. He took off his own outer clothing and grinded against me softly, causing me to moan into his mouth. He growled softly when I pulled the blanket over me, and ripped it off of me. I whimpered and he removed my boxers. He removed his own and gently lifted my legs up, gently sliding into me. I moaned very lightly in sort of a mewl. He pumped in and out as I gripped onto him tightly. He continued as he rubbed my sides, knowing that was my most sensitive spot. Thoughts were going through my mind about how he was my stalker and rapist, but for some reason I just didn't care anymore. I was insane and I loved it.
"You have to go back down to the basement." He said to me sternly after he came inside me. Just when I thought I was safe.
"Wh-what? N-no please-!" he kissed me softly and wiped away my tears that were starting to fall. I hated that fucking basement.
"Relax… just until Friday. That's what happens when you disobey me, you get punished. I warned you remember?" I nodded with tears streaming down my face.
"I'm sorry I-I won't ever do it again just p-please, PLEASE don't make me go back down there! Please!" he sighed and held me in his lap, stroking my hair. He knew I had anxiety and hated being alone so why would he do this?
" I'm giving you the easy punishment Tweek, it could be a lot longer. Do you want me to lock you down there for a month?" I cried softly into his chest, shaking my head. I was scared. He picked me up and carried me down to the basement, where he sat me down and planted a little kiss on my forehead and cuffed my ankle back up.
He left the basement and I started to sob. I fell asleep for the third time that day. There wasn't anything else to do in that basement anyways. When I woke up I was alone. The week dragged on and Craig never came down. When Friday finally arrived he came down stairs and uncuffed me ankle once again.
"Your punishment's over. Its okay." He whispered softly, picking me up as I cried softly. I knew the purpose of this punishment was to make me afraid of disobeying him, and guess what?
It worked.
