psychopath II | ed
summary: where you wake up in most wanted criminal, ethan dolans bed.
warnings: very little cursing, angst.
you woke up with a massive headache, not to mention your throat was super dry.
your eyes fluttered open slowly to reveal you in a different location, definitely not your tiny apartment.
trying to move your arms to at least stretch, you failed realizing you were chained to the bed.
a stinging sensation emitting the more you tugged, making you whimper since you could feel bruises forming.
your eyes went wide as the bedroom door opened, a person walking in. a boy, to be more specific.
he looked around your age, maybe a bit older, and extremely attractive. but considering this person most likely kidnapped you, you knew you couldn’t fall for him.
"you’re up!" his deep voice spoke, his hazel eyes burning into yours as he put a tray of breakfast on your lap. a glass of orange juice, fresh pancakes and a side of sliced up strawberries.
your favorite fruit.
"w-who are you?" your voice came out broken and hoarse, indicating you were out for quite a while.
"eat first, then i’ll tell you anything you want to know" he seemed to compromise, but you couldn’t let your guard down. he looks dangerously familiar, but you couldn’t think of where you’d seen him before.
"how am i suppose to e-eat with these restraints?" you ask, slightly tugging on the cuffs as he eyed the metal material.
taking a pair of keys out from the back of his jean pockets, he carefully leaned over your small body as he unlocked the items.
your arms immediately went to swing at him but failed as they shot out in pain, dropping to your sides as you whimpered in soreness.
"you’ll be sore for a little, angel. but it should get better soon" he assured you.
the only thing you could do was feed yourself, and that’s what you did. sure he could’ve poisoned this food, but what would be the reason to kidnap you, bring you to his place or wherever you were, and then kill you through delicious pancakes?
he seemed to watch you the entire time you ate, right to where you finished your drink and wiped the corners of you mouth with the napkin.
"feel better?" he asked with a gentle smile, in response you gave him a small nod.
"c-can i..can i ask you who you are now?" you asked quietly, hoping he wasn’t just fibbing and was actually going to give you what you wanted.
"of course, angel. anything you’d like"
there’s that damn name again.
"i’d like to know first, what your name is."
his facial expressions didn’t change as he bit the inside of his cheek, almost like he was thinking on how to answer your question.
"ethan dolan"
ethan dolan..ethan dolan?
now you knew you’d heard that name somewhere, but you were so out of it that you couldn’t think straight.
"age?" you kept his name in the back of your head, but wanted more information on this random person in case you’d escape and gotten to police.
"twenty two-"
"-and you’re nineteen" he finished making you freeze. how did he know your age? and what else did he know about you?
he obviously knew where you lived but now you were thinking this wasn’t some random kidnapping, but a planned one.
"h-how’d you-"
"i know a lot about you, y/n. or should i say y/n y/l/n." he said mentioning your last name which made your insides churn.
"the fact that you moved to new york at eighteen, buying your own apartment which you’ve been living in for almost a year and a half. you also work as a secretary at a dental office, working mondays-fridays for ten hours each shift. of course having to keep up for rent-"
"what the fuck- how do you know all of this?!" you cut him off, nearly yelling at how freaked out and scared you were.
"first off, watch your language princess-" he spoke, almost like a threat.
"second, i know everything about you, more than you might know about yourself" he chuckled under his breath.
"but why? why have you been stalking me-"
"-because i’m in love with you" his words almost made you choke on your own salvia. in love?
"and you’re mine, we’re soulmates."
this man was crazy. obviously, but now he was just proving your point on how much of a psychopath he was.
psychopath.
that word seemed to trigger an alarm in your head, just that word alone seemed to make you feel some type of way, and not in a good way.
your eyes went wide and your breathing almost stopped when you realized who this man was.
ethan dolan, most wanted criminal- psychopath, murderer.
"now you remember me?" he asked with an almost cold blooded grin.
"you’re- you’re ethan dolan.." you sounded like you were out of breath, which you clearly were. but you didn’t want him knowing that, it would just make you more vulnerable.
"ding ding ding."
"p-please don’t hurt me" you begged, sounding tiny and small as your fear just lashed out. you couldn’t hold it in anymore, you just wanted to scream and cry.
which is exactly what you did.
hot tears rolling down your rosy cheeks as you broke down on this random mans bed, putting your hands over your face as your body shook with fear.
"no no no. princess, it’s okay. i’m not going to hurt you, you have no reason to be scared" he quickly spoke, his eyes dropping as he embraced you in his arms.
he held you against his broad chest, rocking you back and forth almost soothingly. you felt frozen, and you knew if you even tried to attack him, you’d fail.
"p-please dont h-hurt m-me" you blabbered out feeling fear and only fear. even though his scent of vanilla and almonds seemed to calm you down.
"i won’t, i won’t princess. i would never hurt you" he promised in a calming manner, his warm hands running up and down the small of your back.
"don’t h-hurt..hurt me"
then, you passed out.
