Trapped- Campbell Eliot Imagine
Warnings: Explicit language. Dark!Campbell (obviously)
Disclaimers: This isn’t a light character and this isn’t a light relationship or situation. This is dark and violent so please read with care if abusive situations aren’t your jam!
Summary: Campbell Eliot is your bestfriend’s, Sam, brother. He’s a disturbed individual who doesn’t feel emotions like the rest of you do. His gaze and heart are dark and sadistic and yet- you’re drawn to him. So when he comes looking for Elle and no one gives her up, he offers another aleternative; he’ll take you instead. But he’ll only keep you for a limited amount of time. If by the end of that time you still want to leave him, he’ll let you and Elle go-- definitively. If not, you’re his. Should be easy right?
You lick your lips, flipping through another page of the book, eyes intensely seeking out every word, soaking every syllable in your head.
This was you third time reading Jane Eyre, but each time it just got better.
You’re so immersed in the fictional world of the young woman, in fact, that you don’t notice when someone comes in until he speaks- voice gruff and bemused.
You jolt off the couch, heart instantly clenching in shock as your gaze flickers to person which has spoken.
“Campbell,” his names leaves your mouth in a barely-registered, unintentionally breathless mumble.
He grins at you. “Did I scare you, doll?”
You swallow, avoiding eye contact. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
Shrugging, he steps closer to you. “As happy as I am to see you, I’m here for Allie and Will. They’ve got something that belongs to me.” He motions loosely around you. “You wouldn’t happen to know where they are would you?”
You shake your head. “And even if I did why the hell do you think I’d tell you?”
He pauses suddenly, face falling and the move is so startling, your heart does too.
He stares you down as he steps closer. You refuse to move or maybe you just can’t- his gaze paralyzing you entirely.
It isn’t until he’s a mere foot away from you, scanning you from head to toe pensively, that he finally speaks.
“You’re too fuckin pretty and smart to be aiming this low, Y/n. Always were.”
You scoff at him. “And according to you what the hell is so low that I’m aiming at?”
“This. This house, these people. You don’t belong here.”
You laugh wryly, shaking your head. “And what the hell would you know about belonging Campbell? All your life, all you’ve done is not fit in. You try- you hang out with the cool kids but even you can’t make yourself believe that you actually feel good with them. That you actually fit in.”
He clenches his jaw, clearly on the verge of snapping, before a small ominous smirk grows on his face. “Yeah. You’re right, dollface. But at least I’m actually going for the people that matter. Allie and her pathetic little crew won’t stay in power of this town for much longer and then you’ll be on the losing side.”
You smirk. “We’ll see about that.”
At the smugness in your face, something suddenly snaps in him and he laughs.
“You’re so fucking lost. I’m willing to show you the way though, Y/n.” He tilts his head mocking, eyes scanning you from head to toe with a malicious glint in those mysterious eyes.
You swallow your fear. “Yeah? And how’s that?”
“If you open those long legs of yours for me, I’d be more than willing, dollface.” He licks his lip mockingly.
You’re sure he doesn’t actually mean it; Campbell is always playing games and this is another one of his sick manipulations to get you riled up.
You first your hand, raising your arm in a flash, ready to punch the living daylights out of him, but he catches his arm just before your fist connects with his annoyingly sharp jaw.
He yanks your closer to him, clicking his tongue with pretend disapproval. “Now, Y/n, that’s not a very nice thing to do to a guest, is it?”
“Listen, I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but I’m not your fucking toy, Campbell,” you hiss at him, despretely trying to tug your arm from his painfully tight grasp, fighting the panic rising in you at your vital mistake.
No one else was at home and they wouldn’t be for a while. It was just you and him— no one was here to save you if he decided to do something.
Truth be told, he terrified you. But that didn’t mean you’d let him know that. You knew the sick motherfucker got off on that shit, and you weren’t going to become just another helpless victim trapped beneath his sharp claws.
At your venomous response, Campbell simply raises a dark brow at you, scanning you from head to toe with decisive carelessness and a cold indifference that made you feel like a minuscule bug beneath his shoe.
That was one of the things with Campbell- he had a way of making people feel like worthless little things. Especially in comparison to him. It was this effect that made you detest him even more than usual. He wasn’t just a jerk, he was manipulative in the worst way possible because he didn’t only manipulate you for his own benefit, but against your own. He made you hate yourself so much you’d have no choice but to comply with him.
And you weren’t immune to it, no matter how much you tried to deny it.
And yeah, sure- physically speaking, Campbell Eliot could more than easily overpower you. No doubt.
He was taller, towering over you like a damn mountain. And he was clearly stronger- the lean muscles that flexed beneath his shirt anytime he took a menacing step toward you were enough evidence.
But somehow you knew it was stripping your mind of its power that he really enjoyed. Being able to trap you in your own fucking body- that’s the real power trip he craved.
He raises his hand, fingertips softly brushing a few strands of hair away from your face as you stubbornly stare him down.
The touch is shocking in its contrast to the death grip he has on your arm and it nearly makes you whimper.
He curls his hand over your jaw, placing his thumb under your chin, fingertips softly brushing against your neck.
You watch him so closely that your heart nearly drops when he suddenly twitches- it’s very small, but seeing as you’re quite literally holding your breath for his next move, you catch it- and it’s as his hand sweeps lightly over your neck...over your throat.
You watch his face closely. His lips part, his breath hitches and his eyes darken even more beneath the dim light of your living room.
He catches himself quickly, though. So quickly in fact, you’re sure if it weren’t for the fact that he were so close and you were so fucking scared of him, you wouldn’t have even noticed.
But you did. And a chill runs up your spine when you think about what he must’ve been thinking in that messed up head of his.
This fear grows when he uses his thumb to force you to look up at him, leaving your jugular totally exposed and vulnerable to those big hands.
“Oh, dollface, but you are,” he responds with sardonic sympathy. “You all are. Now, tell me where they are.”
Your breath hitches when he abruptly digs his fingers into the skin of your arm, sinking his claws into you.
Tears prickle your eyes at the sudden and sharp pain. You try to blink them away and hold back the tiny sobs threatening to exit your slightly dry lips, but a few of both escape anyway and you hate yourself for being so damn weak in front of him.
That is why, to reserve your dignity (or what’s left of it anyway), you don’t dare back down, looking at him dead in the eye and gritting your teeth as you lean in.
You wait for him to expect something of you and then you talk.
“Fuck. You,” you grit out with biting anger.
He smiles in a sickengly smug way, dark eyes practically drinking in the sight of you twisting in pain beneath his touch, of the humiliation embedded deep beneath that fake bravado of yours.
And as much as you hated admitting it, despite it all, there was such beauty in that gaze, such intriguing depth.
God, if it weren’t for the fact that you could see the sadistic joy -far darker than you had initially thought- clearly swimming in them as well, you could’ve confused him for handsome. If for a mere second.
If for a mere second, you could make out a striking resemblance between him and Dorian Gray in the infamous painting- the version before he turned into a monster that is.
His face was structured in that same classical beauty kind of way- high cheekbones, sharp jaw, bold brows, delicate pink lips, and a thick set of long lashes encasing a pair of piercing blue eyes.
But seconds go by and that mere second sure as hell did.
And all it gives way to is the pain you’re currently feeling and the perpetrator behind it. His beauty is dangerous. It’s deceiving to what truly hides beneath it. The ugliness simmering beneath, just waiting for something to snap from within to explode and take with it everything in its path.
He leans into you all of a sudden, making your heart jump all the way to you throat at the abruptness of the movement.
Not go mention; you’re fucking trapped between him and the wall now.
You catch a whiff of his cologne- a subtle but manly scent and the musk of his sweat and it makes your head spin. That along with the bitterness of the situation you’re in, nearly makes you faint with fucking desperation.
A trapped animal. That’s what he was minimizing you to. A fucking animal.
You swallow past the lump in your throat, hard. Licking your dry lips, you anticipate with almost overwhelming anxiety his next move.
His gaze flickers down to your lips as he laughs softly.
The warmth of his breath as it brushes against your face sends another chill down your spine and you can’t quite decipher if it’s because you’re shitting your pants or because he’s abandoned his indifference and is now looking at you like you’re his next prey and he can’t wait to chase you down and devour you.
His thumb softly caresses your chin, fingers moving into your hair. Your lips part at the delicious sensation and despite yourself, you lean into his touch.
“Careful what you go wishing for there, Y/n. Might just come true,” he warns mockingly, his whispers hoarse. His gaze sweeps over you- shameless as ever.
He made you feel invaded in your own body, the way he looked at you. His gaze and the liberties he took with them as he roamed your body and face made you feel like you were mistaken and actually his to look at. Like you were his to undress with his eyes.
It was a strange feeling to have him close after watching him from afar for years. Even as Sam’s best friend, you’d only ever talked to him twice before in the past.
Both were calling him out on treating Sam like trash.
To which he’d only laughed and walked away as if you were but a pesky little thing. After that, you had made it a point to stay away from Campbell. He was intimidating even in his nonchalant disregard.
But now, after what has happened, after almost everyone in your town had disappeared- he was making you question everything you believe in. And he seemed to be targeting you rather than just shake you off.
You suddenly can’t breathe, your heart beating so fast, you feel feel fucking dizzy with all the adrenaline it’s pumping through your veins.
You inhale shakily, trying to keep your fitting in this slippery slope of a situation you’d gotten yourself into.
“Let me fucking go, Campbell. I already told you I don’t know where they are,” you say- tone far too soft to be anything even remotely close to imposing.
He clicks his tongue at you mockingly and when you feel him tangle his fingers into your hair, wrapping the strands around his hand, you know something bad was going to happen.
Suddenly, he yanks your head back. The searing, burning pain coming from your scalp was unexpected and lethal and you cant help but let a loud yelp escape your lips.
“I’ll let you go when I fucking feel like it, you got me? I still don’t think any of you fucking understand, so let me make it crystal clear,” he snarls, forcing you to look him in the eye.
They’re stone cold, emotionless, the only emotion he had -sadistic joy- is gone and in its place there’s only searing, voidful, palpable anger.
“Everyone in this fucking town is scared of me.” He briskly releases you, knocking you back into the wall as he takes a few steps away from you. “And it’s for good reason.”
With a tiny grunt, you glare up at him. “Asshole,” you mutter.
He ignores your petty little insult, scoffing down at you like you’re a worthless piece of shit.
You scowl. “Well I don’t know about everyone else but I, for one, am not afraid of you, Campbell.”
His lips curl upwards as he stares at you with a bemused look on his infuriatingly attractive face. “Sure you fucking aren’t. You know,” he clicks his tongue. “I always found it strange that even when you and Sam were attached at the hip, you never tried to get even remotely close to me. I mean aside to give me shit about the way I chose to treat Sam.”
He suddenly grows serious, a predatory look instantly growing on his face. Then he clenches his fists so tight, his knuckles turn paper white.
“Oh, the things I could do to you,” he mumbles, eyes zeroing in on your chest and then your neck. He drags his tongue over his thin upper lip, eyes flickering back up to you.
If that asshole knew how bothered his eyes on you made you feel, he ignored it. Or perhaps he enjoyed watching you squirm. Probably the latter.
They’re so dark now, that under this lighting- they almost look black. Far from his natural pools of blue and strikingly menacing.
His silver earring glimmers dangerously under the light and then you catch a glimpse of something else in his hand as he holds it up to the light.
Your blood runs cold when you realize it’s a blade.
He casually plays around with it, twirling around his hand with ease.
“You wouldn’t just be afraid...” he closes his eyes for a second, as if imagining it in his mind. A sick, perverted smirk instantly curls his lips and his cold gaze pins yours down once more when he releases a tiny hum.
“You’d be begging me to hurt you some more. Hell you’d get on your fucking knees and ask me to like the nice little girl you make everyone think you are.”
Your chest rises but doesn’t fall as you hold your breath. You’re trembling at this point, but you hope to god he doesn’t fucking notice.
“You’re sick,” you whisper roughly, eyeing him cautiously.
He shrugs nonchalantly, fingers running the knife some fucking idiot had left lying around.
“Maybe. But at least I’m not weak.” He looks at you pointedly. “At least I know how to take care of the things that belong to me.”
You huff, swallowing down your fear and letting your mouth run. “See, that’s the fucking problem with you Campbell. You think you’re entitled to owning people. But I’m not going to let you manipulate me.”
He raises a brow. “Oh, trust me, Y/n. Right now, with you- this is as real as I get. If I was manipulating you, you wouldn’t know it.”
Despite how much his words chill you to the bone, and your strangely strong urge to ask a whole bunch of questions, you merely chuckle sarcastically at him, putting on a brave face.
“Fortunately, that’s never going to happen.” You smile before quickly letting it drop. “Now if you’re done, get the fuck out.”
He sighs with fake defeat, putting the knife down casually.
“Fine. I’ll go.” You don’t budge, refusing to drop your guard at his words.
He smiles and even though you know that it’s not real- for a split-second you forget who he is because of how damn charming it is.
“Tell your friends I was here, will you doll?”
You almost let out a sigh of relief when he spins on his heels and begins to walk away but that gets trapped in your windpipe when suddenly pauses near the doorway, glancing at you over his shoulder.
“You know, it’s a shame.”
“That we hadn’t talked like this earlier.” He grins darkly. “I actually kinda enjoyed this little convo of ours.”
And with that he walks out, slamming the door shut.
Once you’re sure he’s gone, you release a huge breath, falling against the wall.
Your arm was throbbing aggressively and so was your scalp, your chest aches with pent-up anxiety.
And yet all you can really think about is those eyes. That smirk.
The darkness inside of him wasn’t entirely empty, you conclude the more you thought about the genuine joy he had as he saw you in pain.
It was fucked up for obvious reasons, but you couldn’t help but think that what he held in that gaze was far more than that emotionless exterior he showed everyone. It was darkness nonetheless, but it wasn’t entirely devoid of all emotion.
Everyone said he didn’t feel like the rest of you did. But he felt something didn’t he?
There was something almost mesmerizing about figuring out what he was thinking. What he was feeling. About what made him tick.
It was crazy, but he’d always seemed like a sad person to you. Even underneath all that hard skin he’d built over the years, underneath that emotionless existence he’d been living, he seemed sad.
He scared you so much, it was practically impossible for you to comprehend why he also intrigued you just as much- if not more.
His darkness was as terrifying and unpredictable as it was alluring to you.
You sigh a little, glancing the already-forming bruises marring the skin of your arm. They were dark imprints of where he’d sunk his fingers into you.
You shiver just thinking about his hands on your skin.
You can never forget how dangerous he is.
Because if you do, you could find yourself trapped under his claws.
You tug on your long-sleeve subconciously, looking at Allie with furrowed brows.
“He said he was looking for you guys.”
Will shares a look with the blonde girl before looking back at you. “Did he specify why?”
You shrug. “No. Just said he needed to talk with you because you had something that belonged to him.”
Pursing her lips, Allie sighs. “We’re sorry for leaving you alone, Y/n. We should’ve had someone from the guard here. But he didn’t like-” she hesitates, watching you closely. “He didn’t hurt you or anything, did he?”
You look down, tugging even more at the sleeves and shake your head. “No.”
Allie had enough on her plate as is, you didn’t want to add another thing to it and be a bother.
She nods and sends you a look, fairly enough not looking convinced at all by your meek firmness.
“Well-” just as she begins to speak, a loud knock at the door abruptly cuts her off.
All three of you share a look this time, and you swallow harshly, heart racing. “Campbell?” you mumble with dread.
Allie motions to Grizz to check who it is. He nods, prying the front door open only slightly.
“What do you want Campbell?” He spits.
The small, indifferent, mocking, cold laugh he gives as a response floats in from the other side of the door and sends a shiver down your spine.
“I need to talk to Allie,” he says simply.
Grizz goes to protest coldly, but Allie shakes her head at him, motioning for Campbell to come in. Grizz clenches his jaw, but complies, stepping aside for him to step in.
Campbell smirks sumgly, leering down at Grizz -who looks just about ready to explode- as he passes by him.
Then his gaze shifts to you as you stare at him and he grins brightly. You instantly look away, scrutinizing your hands.
Your spine goes rod straight as his footsteps near the kitchen, where you currently sat on a stool by the counter.
“What the hell do you want Campbell?” Allie raises a brow at him.
He slightly glances at you before smirking up at her.
Allie shakes her head. “She’s not your property Campbell. And you can’t just barge in here like that.”
His smirk drops and he glowers at her. “Give her to me or I swear to God-”
“Or what?” Will interrupts. “What will you do?”
Campbell refuses to back down. “Or I will come over to your house every fucking night and make your life miserable until you do.”
Allie heaves a heavy sigh. “Campbell-”
“Unless...” he softly sing-songs.
Everyone pauses, staring at him.
And when his gaze gently glides over to you, you know what he wants before he even says it.
Campbell bites his lip delightfully, gaze never leaving you. “Unless you give me her instead.”
All at once, everyone around you protests.
Campbell shrugs, mumbling beneath his breath . “A little.”
The outrage continues. “No fucking way we’re doing that.”
“Listen,” Campbell shushes them. “The way I see it is; this town is fucking sick and tired of you Allie. So I really doubt they’ll have a problem helping me make all your lives a living hell. Now, I can take Elle and keep her because she’s mine. Or I can take sweet little Y/n here and return her after I’m done with her. That is; if she even wants to come back after I’m done with her.”
None of them even consider his offer. They start protesting again against him.
You just sit there, staring off blankly. And when you finally speak up. moments later, everyone falls silent.
“I’ll go with you,” you whisper.
“W-what?” Allies sputters. “Y/n, no.”
You look at her. “Allie, this is my choice, okay?”
She purses her lips in a silent reprimand.
Campbell snorts at your words as you look up at him. “But you have to give me back after a month.”
“Deal.” He smirks with satisfaction.
He looks at Allie pointedly. “Deal?”
The blonde glances at Will, Grizz and finally you. It’s clear she hates this; they all do.
You take a deep breath, getting off the stool. You walk towards her, taking her hands in yours.
“Allie please,” you murmur. “Elle has been beaten down enough by him. He’s broken her.”
“And that’s exactly why I won’t let him take you too,” she insists freverently, squeezing your palms tightly.
You deadpan, lowering your voice to a whisper only you two can hear. “Allie, Elle is a badass, but I’m stronger than her, we both know it. I’ve known Campbell my whole life, I know his startegies. I know I can hold out for a month and half. I know that I’ll come back to you and he won’t be running a damn campaign agaisnt you then. It’s a win-win.”
“This town needs you, Allie. Even if they don’t see it now. Don’t let us down.” You smile reassuringly for her sake more than yours. “I need you to trust me on this.”
She blinks back tears, nodding lightly.
You nod at her, fighting back your own tears and you step away. You turn to Campbell; your fucking nightmare incarnate.
“Let’s go,” you say softly.
What the hell have you gotten yourself into?
Why is there such a shortage of fics on Campbell? He’s such an interesting character and let’s be honest; fine as hell.
I definitely have a thing for hot psychos and it concerns me a lil bit.
