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Based off The Cure by Olivia Rodrigo
warnings!!: UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIPS, Angst, referenced cnc sex, self hatred, foul language, gay
Michael Jackson x Male OC
"You don't get to decide where I am all the time!" Michael yells, infuriated. "You don't get to keep me away from people!"
Salem just leans his head back and chuckles. "I can decide whatever I want you to do, princess. And you do it." Salem smirks and looks at Michael, who's crying and about to fall over.
Michael finally has the courage to speak out, "I want to go places on my own. Places where you aren't. Sometimes I just want a break. Please, Salem...." Michael's voice quivers with each word, breaking down more and more.
Salem just shakes his head. "Fine then, go off and get assaulted because I'm not there to protect you, I don't care. Only I can truly protect you from dangerous people, Michael."
Michael scoffs. "You fucker. You're manipulating me. Let me go."
Salem abruptly stops moving. Then he turns towards Michael. "What did you just say?"
Michael stops breathing. "I-I said you fucker.....you're manipulating me. let. me. go."
Salem grabs Michael's arm. "You dirty bitch. You know what happens to dirty bitches, right?"
Michael looks at the floor. "Dirty bitches get punished."
Salem smiles. "Thats right, good boy..." he drags Michael up the stairs. Michael eventually just accepts his fate and lets himself get dragged up.
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Michael pants, his heart thumping in his chest. He looks up at Salem and he softly smiles, half happy and satisfied, half nervous and scared.
"Thank you, Salem....I'll stop asking.....I'll take you if I wanna go somewhere..." Salem smiles at this. "Good boy Michael.....I knew you were gonna comply."
Later that night Michael sneaks out of the house. He drives to a nearby store and buys cigarettes. When he gets back, Salem is still asleep.
He lights one and watches the smoke billow up. It reaches the sky in pretty grey ribbons. He wishes he was the smoke. Free. Unfeeling.
Michael sighs and looks at the drop. High. High enough to kill someone.
Michael considers it. He thinks hard. He decides, not now. Not today, and goes back inside and writes a note.
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"Hey Salem. We've been together a long time. I really love you and all, but I think you can be too controlling.
I want to go off and see my friends, or have alone time, or play around without being sexualized by you. Again, I love you, but we need a break.
I hope one day, you notice what you are doing, and make a change, but until then, I can't be with you. I'm sorry
And just like the wind, Michael disappears, slipping into the night. Maybe he'll come back, maybe he won't. Only time can tell.
Hey my Lillies. I'm so sorry if I made you guys uncomfortable with this one. I just got out of a relationship just like this one, so I poured my feelings into this fic. Again, I'm so sorry if you didn't feel good with this one.