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The Ropes That Bind Us - Peter Tork x Female!reader PART THREE

Trigger warning - mentions of rape

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Peter and Y/N had spent hours upon hours talking to each other about anything and everything they could think of. Peter had spent time telling her about when he’d been a folk singer in the Village, and in return, Y/N told him about the time she’d been hired as a singer for weddings and had spent about a year or two doing that to make a living, she had only stopped because she’d been kidnapped.

Eventually, the pair must have drifted off to sleep because the next thing Peter remembered was being jolted awake by an ear piercing scream. It was definitely Y/N’s scream, Peter was too scared to say anything as he heard footsteps creep back up the stairs, along with a gruff male voice.

“You try anything like that again, and the punishment will be much worse, I assure you now, you slut.” The door slammed and silence filled the room, only briefly though as Peter could hear the soft sound of his roommate crying from the other corner.

“Y/N?” Peter called out timidly, he was trying to loosen his ropes so that he could get to the girl who was now violently sobbing. “Y/N, please talk to me.” Peter tried to not let the fear in his voice break through, he didn’t want to upset her or show her that he was scared.

“H-he, h-hurt.” Y/N chokes out, Peter wasn’t sure where she was going with the sentence, but the word ‘hurt’ was more than enough to make him angry, sure, he didn’t know Y/N all that well, but he hated it when people got hurt, and he knew that whatever it was, Y/N definitely didn’t deserve it.

“He hurt you?” Peter gently pushed, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know the whole story, he certainly didn’t want to if it meant Y/N would get more upset, but at the same time, he wanted to know so that he could try and protect her. Try was the key word, he wasn’t sure as to how much he could do whilst bound to a chair.

“He-yes. I-i tried to get us out of h-here last n-night. I b-broke f-free from my r-ropes and t-tried to untie y-yours when he came d-down to check on us and h-he caught me and he spent all n-night h-hurting me. He hit me, he k-kicked me, and he used a lot of physical abuse. T-then, he, he.” Y/N’s sobs became more rapid, her breathing was loud and choked. “He r-raped me, he wouldn’t stop.” She whispered the last bit.

Peter’s blood boiled, he was past being angry now, he was absolutely furious. He was in a situation where he wished he was Michael, capable of hurting people with his words (and an added bit of violence where needed). Peter no longer cared about the fact he’d been kidnapped, he wanted too find their captor and hurt him, he really wanted to hurt him. Y/N didn’t deserve this and Peter wanted to get revenge. God, he really really wished he was Michael in this moment.

“Oh Y/N, I’m sorry. That bastard, that fucking bastard. As soon as I can get my hands on him, I swear down he is dead, I will fucking throttle him. Y/N, please, you deserve so much better and he will pay for what he did to you. I don’t have enough words in my vocabulary to even begin to describe how angry at him I am. I really wish I could give you a hug right now, I know it isn’t a lot, but a hug would help a little. I want you to know it’s okay, fuck, it isn’t, we’re stuck here still. I really don’t know what else to say, I’m so sorry. I wanted to comfort you and I’ve messed that one up-” Peter was cut off by an object lightly tapping him on the foot. It was Y/N’s foot.

“Thank you P-peter. I really appreciate it. You’ve made me feel better, truly. I wish I could hug you, you seem to need it as well. But really, Peter, you’ve made me feel a lot better. I’m glad that it’s you here. You’re making this a lot better for me, you make me feel a lot more safe.” Peter could almost hear the smile in Y/N’s words.

“You mean it? Usually, when I try to make people feel better, I get told off because I always say the wrong things.” Peter looked at his knees, or rather, the outline of his knees in the dark. “But, I feel so safe knowing you’re here. I was scared of being alone again, but knowing you’re here is comforting. I just hope my bandmates find us soon.” He sighs.

“Peter?” Y/N asks. “If you don’t mind me asking- wait, no, never mind.” Y/N stopped herself, she wanted to question why Peter was so hopeful that his bandmates would find him soon, he sounded so certain that they’d find him and save him. She’d given up hope of being saved ags ago, she had never really thought anyone would try and find her, and now she really knew that to be true after three years of being held hostage. Peter had been here a day, she knew that soon his hope would be shattered, but she decided to stop herself from saying anything, he was like a golden retriever, he didn’t think anything could go bad, he always thought he would be saved by the sounds of it. Y/N didn’t want to upset or scare the poor boy.

“What is it?” Peter pushed, he wasn’t actually sure what she wanted to ask, but he didn’t think it could be anything bad.

“I was going to ask, what is your favourite animal?” Y/N lied, she didn’t want to hurt him.

“You want me to pick one? That’s so hard! I love them all, I can’t choose! Maybe a tiger! They just look so cuddly, I know it’d hurt me, but I really want to hug one.” Y/N smiled at the man’s reply, he was adorable. Although she had a rough idea of what he looked like from his brief description, she could only imagine how adorable he must be really, she imagined he was really cute. Y/N really wished she could see his face.

“Nice choice!” Y/N grinned into the darkness. “They are cute! I think my favourite would be a capybara, they also look really cuddly, and they might not hurt me as much. Although I do really like rhinos, I would like to hug one of those too.” Y/N said, causing Peter to giggle.

Shit. Y/N thought. Am I falling for him? Why is he causing me to feel like this?