𝓐𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓾𝓷 𝓖𝓸𝓮𝓼 𝓓𝓸𝔀𝓷- pt.3
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆:kidnapper!Rafe x Reader(here is pt.1 & pt.2)
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Gun, Kidnapping, Non-consensual restraint, Psychological manipulation, Fear / panic responses, age gap(you’re 21 and Rafe is in his mid 30s)
if you don’t like any of these warnings or they trigger you don’t read it
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: On your way to California, your car breaks down just before sunset. When a stranger offers help, it feels like relief. But once the sun goes down and the road turns unfamiliar, you realize you made a mistake getting into his car.
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Seven days since the car door flew open.
Seven days since asphalt tore into your skin.
Seven days since he dragged you back inside like you were something he owned.
You hadn’t seen outside since.
The room was too clean. Too white. Too quiet.
The only proof the world still existed was the faint sound of birds in the distance and the way the light shifted through the curtains.
Not broken, probably. But bad enough that lifting it made your vision blur.
You heard the door unlock.
Your body reacted before your mind did.
Rafe stood there like he hadn’t ruined your life. Black shirt. Rings on his fingers. Calm.
He stepped forward and crouched, unlocking the chain from the bedframe.
“Grocery shopping,” he clarified, almost amused. “You should be grateful.”
He tossed a folded outfit onto the bed.
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The bathroom mirror showed someone you didn’t recognize.
You washed your face. Fixed your hair as best you could one-handed. Smoothed the clothes he gave you.
When you walked out, he looked you over slowly.
“Now,” he said casually, leaning against the wall, “I’m being nice and letting you go out… so you better behave and not try anything. Do you understand?”
“I said, do you understand?”
He tilted his head like you were five years old.
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You followed a step behind him down the stairs, careful, quiet.
And for the first time since you’d been here, you actually saw it.
You’d only known the bedroom. The four walls. The locked door. The ceiling you stared at every night.
The staircase curved wide and dramatic, polished wood gleaming under soft recessed lights. The floors downstairs were marble. Real marble. The kind that echoed slightly under your steps.
The living room opened up into something straight out of a magazine. High ceilings. Massive windows letting in sheets of golden sunlight. Clean lines. Expensive art on the walls abstract pieces that probably cost more than your car ever did.
Everything smelled clean. Sharp. Like money.
The kind of house that didn’t ask for attention it assumed it.
You paused when you saw a woman vacuuming in what looked like an office.
“That’s my housemaid,” he said smoothly.
In the car, music blasted. He drummed on the steering wheel, grinning at nothing. Wind through his hair.
How could he act like this?
How could he exist in the world so casually?
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At the store, a man approached.
“Rafe, man. Haven’t seen you in a while.”
Rafe smiled like the golden boy he pretended to be.
The man’s eyes drifted to you.
“How rude of me,” he said, pulling you closer by your waist. “This is—” he said your name like he hadn’t stolen it from you. “A new friend of mine.”
The guy, you now know as Kelce smirked
Kelce lingered a little longer than Rafe wanted him to.
They talked about nothing. Boats. Work. Some party that happened last weekend. Rafe laughed easily, relaxed, confident, normal.
Like he didn’t have someone locked in his house.
Kelce’s eyes drifted to you every now and then, curious but not concerned. And every single time, Rafe’s hand would tighten just slightly at your waist. Subtle. Possessive.
After a few more minutes, Kelce clapped Rafe on the shoulder. “We gotta catch up soon.”
“Yeah,” Rafe smiled. “For sure.”
Rafe didn’t say anything to you. He just walked toward the entrance like you were expected to follow.
Inside, everything felt too bright.
Fluorescent lights. The low hum of refrigerators. The beeping of registers in the distance.
Rafe grabbed a cart, one hand pushing it casually as he hummed under his breath some song that had been playing in the car earlier. He looked relaxed. Almost bored. Like this was just another errand.
He moved down the aisles slowly, scanning shelves, tossing things into the cart without much thought.
You stayed half a step behind him.
Every time someone passed too close, your heart jumped.
He stopped suddenly in the snack aisle.
“Do you like these?” he asked, holding up a box of crackers like you were a couple debating groceries.
Then sighed and dropped them into the cart.
Your heart started pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it.
The word kept repeating in your head.
You glanced toward the entrance. Toward the people. Toward the registers.
You could knock over a display.
You could grab someone and beg them not to let him take you.
Your mouth even parted slightly.
Your breathing turned shallow.
You needed something quieter.
Something that wouldn’t set him off immediately.
You swallowed, forcing your expression to relax. Soft. Neutral. Obedient.
You stepped closer and gently tapped his shoulder.
“I have to use the restroom,” you said, almost sweetly.
His eyes held yours for a second too long.
He didn’t look convinced.
In his head, something flickered suspicion. Calculation.
He pushed the cart toward the end of the aisle and gestured with his chin. “This way.”
You walked beside him this time, not behind.
Your pulse was roaring in your ears.
He stopped outside the women’s restroom and leaned against the wall casually.
“I’ll be out here waiting,” he said.
Then his tone sharpened just slightly.
Inside, your hands were shaking so badly you could barely grip the stall door.
An older woman stood at the sink, drying her hands. She glanced at you in the mirror curious, but not concerned.
You rushed into the stall, locked it, climbed onto the toilet seat and reached for the small window above.
It was higher than you thought.
Your injured arm screamed immediately.
You gritted your teeth and pushed harder.
The woman was staring now.
You didn’t look normal. You knew you didn’t.
She gave you a strange look before shaking her head lightly and walking out of the restroom.
You didn’t hear what happened next.
Outside, the woman paused when she saw him.
He straightened immediately, slipping into that easy smile like muscle memory.
“Oh hey,” he replied smoothly. “How are you?”
“I’m good, honey. How are you? How’s your family?”
“Good,” he said without hesitation. “Everyone’s good.”
They chatted for a moment. Light. Casual. Familiar.
Like this was just another day.
Then the woman laughed softly.
“You know, I just saw the craziest thing.”
Rafe tilted his head slightly, still smiling.
“There’s some lady in there trying to open the bathroom window,” she said. “Climbed right up on the toilet and everything.”
His smile didn’t disappear all at once.
“Is that right?” he asked.
The woman nodded. “I tell you what, Rafe, people are so strange these days. But at least you’re still a good, normal young man.”
That made him smile again.
“Yeah,” he said softly. “Crazy world.”
The woman beamed at him, completely unaware that the “strange lady” she’d just mentioned was the same girl he kept locked in his house upstairs.
And the second she turned the corner
And he pushed open the restroom door.
You didn’t hear the bathroom door open again.
Grabbing your injured arm and yanking you down.
Pain exploded up your shoulder.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
His hand came up, gripping your jaw, forcing your face toward his.
You were crying before you realized you were.
“We’re leaving,” he said coldly. “And you’re not trying anything else. Got it?”
Outside, the sun felt wrong. Too bright. Too normal. Like the world didn’t realize something was breaking in the middle of it.
He shoved you into the passenger seat hard enough to make your shoulder sting.
Your breathing collapsed instantly sharp, shallow gasps that wouldn’t fully come in.
He pulled it from his pocket slowly. Not rushed. Not frantic.
He pressed it lightly against your temple.
Not hard enough to bruise.
Just enough for you to feel it.
“Is this what you want?” he asked quietly.
You couldn’t answer. Your throat felt sealed shut.
“I let you come outside,” he continued, voice still low. “I trusted you enough to bring you with me.”
The word trusted sounded wrong coming from him.
“And this is what you do?” His eyes darkened. “You disobey me?”
Your tears blurred everything.
“Is it?” he snapped suddenly, the sound cutting through the parking lot air.
Silence stretched between you.
Cars rolled past. A shopping cart clattered somewhere in the distance. A child laughed.
He leaned closer, the barrel still resting against your skin.
“Why would you try that?” he asked, quieter now more dangerous. “I told you to behave.”
He studied you like he was measuring something. Testing something.
“Next time you pull something like that…” he said slowly, pressing the gun just slightly closer not hurting, just reminding “I won’t be this nice.”
The word made your stomach twist.
After a moment, he pulled the gun away.
Slid it back into his pocket like it was nothing.
And as he pulled out of the parking space, one hand steady on the wheel, he glanced over at you.
Like he’d just corrected bad behavior.
The drive home was silent except for your quiet crying.
Every so often, he glanced at you.
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I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter 🤍 I plan on getting at least two more fics out tonight and probably one more tomorrow since I didn’t post at all yesterday. Thank you for being patient with me.
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