You’re Mine
Pairing: Love Quinn x Reader
Word Count: 3.5k
Summary: Love doesn’t take your breakup well. When she sees you out with another woman she loses it and kidnaps you, determined to make you fall in love with her again.
Warnings this contains: Love is super toxic and her mood swings depending on how she feels about you, stalking, mentions of killing, stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, manipulation, mental torture
Authors note: I love Love so much. She can do no wrongs but in this story is she very crazy. I think this might be the craziest thing I've ever written.
Love watches as you walk down the street, right past the window of her bakery. You walk hand in hand with another woman. She’s blonde, tan, a sweet little thing, everything Love isn’t.
There’s a smile on your face, which angers Love. How can you be smiling without her? How can you be happy without Love?
The rage Love feels is immense. Logically she knows she has no reason to be jealous or angry with you, you’re not hers anymore. But she can’t stop the green eyed monster from consuming her thoughts and controlling her actions. She can’t stop herself, and she doesn’t truly want to. She lets the monster take control.
Before she knows it she is walking out her bakery door and following you. She follows at a distance, making sure neither of you spot her.
She follows until the woman you’re with stops at a small apartment building, dropping you off, but not before she leaves you with a kiss. The sight repulses Love. It makes her want to kill the blonde woman you’re with, cutting her up into a million pieces, never to be heard from again.
That's exactly what Love does. Once the woman drops you off, Love follows her. She removes the woman from your life, putting her through a meat grinder, never to be heard from again. But that isn't enough for Love. She wants to punish you, cause you the same pain you gave her.
So Love puts together a plan. She saves your address in her phone and then heads back to her bakery. She locks the doors behind her and turns the closed sign on.
Next she makes her way to the basement and the cell that it holds. She prepares it for you, putting a blanket and pillow in there, not wanting you to be cold while you sleep. She throws in a couple books that she knows you like and a picture of the two of you.
Even when she’s not there she wants you to think of her. To remember her and how she used to make you feel, and how she will make you feel again. No matter how long it takes, Love will make you love her again.
Love bides her time, following you around when she’s not busy making preparations for you. She learns your new routine, your habits, your schedule.
She learns that every Tuesday around 6 you go to a Pilates class, something you never did when the two of you were together. You have changed since you were with Love. But that’s ok, Love can embrace your changes.
Finally the day arrives. It’s Thursday. On Thursdays you normally come home early and spend the night cooking, reading, or watching tv. It’s the perfect time for Love to strike.
Love’s car is packed with rope, duct tape, a knife, a lock picking kit, and a mask. Everything that she would need to break into your apartment.
Love pulls on the mask and exits her car. She walks into the front doors of your apartment building as if she owns the place, but she’s careful to avoid cameras. Then she walks right to the stairwell, determined and on a mission.
She quickly makes it up the three flights of stairs and walks right up to your apartment door. She turns the handle and for some reason you left it unlocked. It’s as if you wanted her to come in, liking you’re inviting her back into your life.
Love waltz right in and walks straight back to your bedroom, where she knows you will be. You’ll most likely be doing your skincare routine at this moment, so Love waits until you’re out of the bathroom. Then she pounces.
A hand wraps itself around your neck as you open your bathroom door. Your body is thrown into fight or flight as the mysterious figure pulls you down onto the floor.
They pin you down by your neck, their right hand choking you. You fling your body around, desperate to be free. You start seeing black spots in your vision when you see an opening, a way to free yourself. With all the strength you have you punch at the persons elbow, causing them to momentarily loosening their grip.
That’s all you need. You kick the person off of you and run to your living room. But the intruder is hot on your trail.
You run around so your couch is between the two of you. Every way you go, they follow. You don’t know how to get away, so you try to tire them out instead.
You run around and they follow in a dangerous loop. Eventually the intruder tires of this and they turn their back to you for a moment, as if in search of something. You take this opportunity to bolt and head back for your bedroom, where hopefully you can lock the door and call the police.
You don’t make it far before you feel a hand tangle in your hair, pulling you back. Something shatters against your head and you black out.
The next time you wake up you’re confused and in a daze. Your head hurts and your body aches. You try to move your arms but they stay locked in place. You look down and discover rope wraps around your body, keeping it stuck to a chair.
“Hello,” you call out. “Where am I?”
Nobody answers. Besides your voice echoing, the room remains quiet. You pull at the rope binding you to the chair, buts it’s no use. Whoever tied you up knew what they were doing.
You’re not sure how much time passes as you just sit there. You tried to count but eventually you lost track and gave up, content to just stare at the wall, since there’s nothing else for you to do.
Your head perks up as you hear the unlocking of a latch and then the door at the top of the stairs open and down walks a woman. You can’t make out her face but she looks strangely familiar.
It isn’t until she’s standing face to face with you, only a glass wall in between you two, that you realize who it is.
“Oh my god Love, thank god it’s you. Can you get me out of here?” You struggle against the bonds around you, trying to reach her.
“I don’t think so,” is all she says, leaving you perplexed.
“Love come on, please help me.” You’re not aware of the real meaning of Love’s words. You think she’s messing around, too distracted by seeing a familiar face to realize she's holding a knife and that she’s the one who captured you.
“Why would I help you get out when I’m the one who put you in here?” Your blood runs cold and goosebumps shiver down your spine. Your breath catches, and fear makes its way through you. You finally notice the knife she's holding and everything comes running back to you. The fight, the vase she smacked over your head, you remember everything.
“Why?” Is all you say. Your voice sounds defeated, as if you already know there’s no way out.
“I couldn’t let that bitch take what’s mine,” she says. “You’re mine. Nobody else’s.” Realization flashes across your face. Love saw you out with Brittany, your girlfriend and she clearly isn’t taking the breakup well.
“Love I’m not yours anymore. We broke up,” you say gently as if you’re speaking to a child.
“You might have broken up with me but I didn’t break up with you. You’re still mine,” she says, possessiveness lacing her voice. Her tone scares you. She scares you. It takes everything in you not to tremble before her.
“No I’m not.” Once you say those words it’s like a cord snaps inside of Love. She unlocks the door to the cage and walks in, locking the door behind her. So no matter what happens you can’t escape. She walks up behind you. One hand in your hair, pulling your head back, exposing your throat.
“You should know better than to say that baby.” You can feel the knife as she places it against your throat. Your breath hitches and your body goes tense at the feeling. The metal feels heavy against the delicate skin.
“You’re flirting with that girl, dating that girl when you’re mine. You’re fucking disrespecting me.” Love gets angrier as she speaks, her words coming out in a growl. The knife presses further into your neck and you feel a bead of blood sliding down. A whimper escapes your mouth.
You don’t know what to say. You don’t know how to calm down this version of Love so you say nothing.
“Cat got your tongue?” she asks with a laugh, like what she is doing is funny. Like she just told a funny joke and is not holding a knife against you.
“Love please stop,” Your voice sounds meek. You try to sound strong but you can’t stop the fear from slipping out, affecting your tone of voice.
“Why should I do that baby?” She leans down so her lips are next to your left ear. She moves your hair off your shoulder and whispers, “I thought you liked it when I was protective. You don’t like it anymore?” Her voice sounds soft, like she is whispering to a lover.
“Not like this.”
“That’s fine. You’ll learn to love me like this,” she states like it’s a fact. Her voice grows cold and she backs away from you. She unlocks the glass door and then re locks it, once again leaving you trapped.
“Maybe some time alone will have you saying differently,” she says. “I was going to untie you but it seems you need to learn a lesson.” Her tone is detached, like doing this to you doesn’t pain her. On the inside doing this to you hurts Love, but it has to be done. She has to make you love her again. No matter what it takes.
She leaves and turns off all the lights, leaving you in darkness. Except for the red light blinking in the corner.
You’re not sure how much time passes until you see her again. All you know is that everything hurts and your mouth is dry. You’re starving and desperate to see Love, hoping the next time you see her she’ll give pity on you.
When she walks in you’re slightly excited to see her. Your heart flutters in your chest, but you’re not sure why. You should hate her for what she’s doing to you. You shouldn’t want to see her. You explain these feelings away to yourself, saying you’re just happy to see her because she can give you water and food. She can untie you and give you medicine for the pain. There’s definitely no other reason you’re excited to see her.
She turns on the lights, momentarily blinding you. The light burns, but it doesn’t hurt as bad as your body so it’s manageable. She's carrying a bag and a bottle of water, the sight of which makes your mouth water.
“So how are you feeling today?”
“Bad.” You speak honestly, figuring there’s no use in lying to the woman who has you captured, especially not a woman who knows you as well as Love does. She would know if you're lying anyway, she always did.
“And why’s that?” A smile graces Love’s face. You’re playing right into her hand and you don’t even know it. She can already tell that she’s starting to break you down, she can see it on your face, in the rise and fall of your chest. It’ll be no time at all before you love her again.
“I've missed you. I don't want to be in here anymore.” The words feel vicious as they leave your mouth but your voice sounds defeated. You’re tired and you know it.
“Well if you hadn’t left me you wouldn’t be in here. It’s your fault baby. I’m just doing what’s best for you,” she calmly explains. “Don’t you see that?”
You nod your head yes, even though you’re lying. You don’t have enough fight left in you to say otherwise. it's easier to just agree with you, at least that's what you try to tell yourself.
“That’s a good girl,” she murmurs. Those words do something to you, elicit a feeling you haven’t felt in a while. A feeling you haven't felt since you were last with her, last under her.
“Now why don’t I untie you and you can eat and we can set up a bed for you hmm?” She asks like it’s a question, but you know it’s truly not. Whatever Love wants to do to you, you are at her mercy for. So you agree.
Love opens the cage door and locks it behind her. She tucks the key into her bra, something you make sure to remember.
You stay still as Love cuts away at the rope, letting it fall at your feet.
Love hands you a cup of water and a sausage biscuit, both of which you ravenously consume.
"There you go sweet girl," she praises as you finish. Love takes the trash from you, setting it off to the side.
“Can you stand baby? I need to make your bed.” Her voice is so different from how it was the last time you saw her. Before she was like a detached monster, and this time she is like the loving girlfriend you remember. It has your mind spinning and your emotions reeling. You ignore your internal struggle and agree to Love’s request.
She helps you stand up, your muscles struggling from not being used in a while.
“There you go,” she says gently as you slowly stand, leaning most of your weight on Love. Love lets you lean against her for a while, happy you’re needing her right now. You slowly remove your weight from Love, supporting yourself.
Love bends down and starts to unroll the blankets she put into the glass cell for you.
“Come here and help me with this.” It’s a command that you follow. The two of you unroll the blankets and form a soft place for you to sleep out of the many blankets and pillows. Once the two of you are done Love stands and gestures for you to lay on the newly made bed.
You lay down, and to your surprise, Love lays down with you. She curls her body around yours, spooning you from behind. One hand wraps around your hip, pulling you into her.
“Isn’t this nice baby? It’s just how it used to be.” Her voice is soft as she speaks and filled with affection for the past. While you can admit it is nice to be held by her, you wish it wasn’t under these circumstances. Still you nod in agreement anyway. Eventually Love drifts off, holding you tight against her.
Love is right, it is nice, but it doesn't feel right. Sure you've missed her. You missed her touches, her kisses, her pastries. But you had moved on. You have (or more accurately had) a gf. You had moved on from Love.
It was easy to forget those facts, laying here in her cage. You could almost pretend that things are normal. That you're not a victim. But every time you glance around you remember that you're here by force. She kidnapped you and took you here. You have to remind yourself of that.
You untangle yourself from her embrace and slowly slip your fingers into her bra, luckily her shirt is loose so it's easy to do, and grab the key you know is there. You stand up and make your way over to the door. You're halfway to the door when you hear her.
“You fucking bitch,” Love screams out, her once calm demeanor shifts. She’s livid. Her anger is palpable. It flows through the air and creates a tense feeling between the two of you.
You should have known better than to try and escape, but you were desperate and stupid and truly thought you could make it.
“I’m sorry,” the words fall out of you before you even realize it. "Please Love," you beg, but you're not sure for what. For mercy? For forgiveness? For freedom?
"You thought you could escape? You thought you could leave me again?" Her anger is palpable. It flows through the air and chokes you. It leaves a sinking feeling in your gut, like you did something wrong. But that's not right, you know you did nothing wrong. So why do you feel like this?
"Please Love I'm sorry. I won't do it again." Tears stream down your face. Your eyes are red and your skin splotchy. You're crying in a way you've never cried before.
"You're right. It wont happen again." Her voice is stoic and devoid of emotion. Instead of tying you up again, Love just leaves you alone in the cage. She locks the door behind her and turns the lights off, once again leaving you in darkness. You manage to find your way back to the makeshift bed and fall asleep.
The days blur together. Day turns into night and night turns into day. Nothing makes sense. You receive food and water once a day, but the lights still stay off. You can't see her when she comes in, you merely hear the sliding of a panel opening and then nothing.
You spend your days crying in silence. Mourning a normal life, mourning how you hurt Love. You say as much, hoping the cameras pick up audio. You want Love to know how much you miss her.
And then one day the lights turn back on. You're overjoyed, even as the lights burn your eyes. You spend the rest of that day reading one of the books Love brought you and staring at the picture she left in the room, hoping you'll get to see her again soon.
And then you see her. She's just as pretty as you remember. Her brown hair flows around her like an angel, like a savior. Your saving grace,
"Love," you say, overjoyed to see the woman.
"Hi baby. How are you feeling?" she walks down the stairs, a paper bag in hand.
"I'm ok. I've missed you."
"Really? You missed me and not that blonde bitch?"
"Who?" Your eyebrows furrow and your mouth turns down.
Your question shocks Love. She truly had broken you.
"Nothing baby. I missed you too." She smiles at you, a true genuine smile. "Here's some food." She opens the slot in the door and places the food down and closing the slot, allowing you to grab the food.
She brought your favorite today and it makes you smile. "You know me so well, Love." You take a bite of the pasta, savoring the delicious flavor.
Once you finish your food and Love and you have talked until all that is left is comfortable silence, she turns to leave.
"I'll see you tomorrow honey," Love says. She turns on her heel, but keeps her focus on you, hoping you'll fall right into the palm of her hand. And just as expected, you do.
“Please Love. I want to go home. I don’t want to be here anymore," I wanna go home please,” your words are laced with sobs and tears. They run down your face like a river, leaving a salty trail in their wake.
“You know what I want baby. Say those three words and I’ll let you out.”
“I love you. I love you, Love Quinn.” As the words leave your mouth you realize you mean it. You truly do love her, despite all of this. "Please Love, take me home."
Your words make Love smile, they have elated her. This is exactly what she had wanted. her wildest dreams are finally coming true.
Love unlocks the cage and you slowly walk out, cautious of your surroundings. She grabs your hand with her own. Her grip is like iron, tough and unforgiving. But you can still feel the love in her touch.
She walks the two of you to her car and buckles you in and locks the door behind her. She might have broken you, but she's not taking nay chances of you regaining your senses and running.
She's the same way even when you make it to the house. Even once Love has taken you out of the cage and into her home, she still doesn’t trust you. Any and all exits remain locked from the outside all the time. When it’s bedtime she still ties one of your legs to the bed so you can’t leave or hurt her. Over time it becomes your new normal. You don't even notice it and then one day it stops. She starts to trust you, trust that you truly love her.
You love her, and have for a long time. Everything is how it should be. It's perfect, just you and Love, in love and happy again.
