Synopsis: After the ritual that you were forced to attend, Abraham soothes you in the most manipulative way.
Contains: manipulative hurt/comfort, fluff, mentions of gore, maybe angst, fem reader
Word Count: 1,002
After the horrific scene you just witnessed, you go upstairs. You go to the bathroom and you wash the black paint off your forehead. After that, go to your boyfriend's room. You close the door, take the cloak off, and you lay in bed facing the wall.
You close your eyes. All you can think about is the all the blood that you seen and Abraham murdering a woman.
You open your eyes, and stare at the wall. You can't help but ask yourself questions. Why didn't you step in? Are you the next victim? How did Abraham and his family hide all of this from you? Why are you even living with them? What would happen if you escaped?
You're hurt. You feel betrayed. You don't want to live like this. You want out.
The bedroom door opens. You don't look at him. You bury your face in the pillow. Abraham closes the door and walks up to you.
"If it makes you feel any better, I don't believe in what they're doing. Religious wise, any way. This is a cult, honey. You were going to find out sooner or later."
You turn and face the wall again.
"If you don't believe in this, then why are you going with it?" You try to hold back tears.
"Because I like the killing part. That's what I do. I hunt and I kill people."
"Are you going to kill me too?"
He smiles, "you're fine. No one here is going to kill you. I promise."
You feel him get in bed with you. He wraps an arm around you and pulls you close to him.
You notice that he's still wearing the cloak.
"Why are you still wearing that?"
"Because I wanted to cuddle with you as soon as possible."
He kisses the back of your neck.
"Can you take it off?"
Abraham lets out a sigh and gets out of bed. He opens the door and closes it. You decide to get out of bed and change into pajamas.
You could leave the room since he's not here. You want to, but what if the rest of them are downstairs doing something? You would get caught and even more hell would come your way.
After changing, you get back in bed and face the wall again.
Abraham opens the door and closes it again.
"Now, where were we?"
He gets back in bed and holds you close to him.
"I want to leave. I want to go back home."
Abraham kisses your neck.
"This is your home. Remember that your family kicked you out? Remember that it's nothing but the street for you if you leave? You're better off here than anywhere else."
You remember. You remember what happened that day. Your parents thought you were old enough and lived there long enough. To them, you weren't bringing anything special, so they kicked you out.
You were walking on the sidewalk and that's when you came across Abraham. He took you in and eventually you both fell in love with each other.
Now, you don't love him like you did, and you want to break up with him. You can't though. It would go from bad to worse so quick.
He rests his chin on your shoulder and cages you in his arms, breaking you out of your thoughts.
"You're better off here. I still love you too. Things will get better, it's only a matter of time. You can still trust me." He whispers.
You really have no choice but to go with whatever he says.
You close your eyes, hoping to fall asleep.
Abraham lets you go and lays on his back.
You decide to turn around and face him. You shuffle your way to his chest and you lay on it. You also wrap an arm around him.
He wraps you in his arms and plays with you hair.
"I knew you would come around. I'm all you need. There's nothing for you out there. Remember that."
You know he's manipulating you. You could at least try to make a life of your own. But, you're really better off here. You don't have any sources out there. You have nothing to start with. It would be very hard to start from scratch. You really are better off here.
You look up at your boyfriend.
He kisses your forehead and softly smiles. You can't help but smile back.
"There's my girl. I knew you would come around."
There's really no use fighting him. Maybe you'll end up crazy like him now that the whole secret is out. You don't want to lose your humanity, but you don't doubt it if they start making you do more than just stand there and watch rituals. That's for another time to worry about though.
"Why do I still love you?"
He laughs, "because you know that deep down, I've done a lot for you. We've also been together for a while."
He continues.
"I want to marry you someday. Maybe one day, we can move out and live in the city. You and me, together forever."
"Would the killing stop?"
"I'm not making any promises, but yeah. I'm somewhat hoping that it would. I see something in you. I feel like if we get out of here, you could change me in a way."
That gives you some kind of relief. There's still potential in your future.
"In the meantime, I'm going to have my fun killing people."
There's really nothing you can do about that. At least not now.
You close your eyes and start to relax. You fall asleep eventually. There's still hope and that's enough for you.
He turns the lamp off.
"You're so easy to mess with." He whispers. "Goodnight, honey. I can't wait to fuck you up mentally. I can't wait to have you fucked up for years on end. There's no leaving this place as long as we're all living."
