Summary: how could you ever think that you could escape Silas? He'll always find you because after all ... you can't hide from him. He has eyes everywhere.
Warnings: kidnapping, yandere, unhealthy relationships, guns, panic attack(?), mentions of getting punished in the end, criminals, mentions of death, humiliation
Word count: 2.5k
Silas arms are lying around your waist like a cage, breathing down your neck. His chest is glued to your back with his hands tightly together over your stomach to make you stay in place. You can't breathe, but you're not sure if that's the chokehold he has you in or his suffocating presence. All you know is that you have to leave. He came home an hour ago, drenched in more blood than you've ever seen. He's showered twice because you forced him to fo it again when he came out claiming he was clean … but it still feels like he is covered.
You've been planning this for a while. You're going to break into Silas’s safe and take the money you need, take Silas’s car and go to the airport. You know that if you ever want to get away from him, you need to leave the country for a while. If he can’t find you, maybe he’ll give up after a while. Your moral tells you that you shouldn’t steal the money and the car, but the devil camping on your shoulder mutters that after everything Silas has done to you, you should be allowed to take something from him. After all, he’s taken everything from you.
You carefully pry Silas arms off of you. He grunts and hugs you closer. You squeeze your eyes together in frustration. The embrace causes your heart to beat quicker in pure fear. If they don’t leave you soon, you’ll start to have a panic attack and then he’ll wake up … and then you’ll not be able to leave. The second Silas knows that you’re not feeling well, you’ll have even more eyes on you. That’s the least thing you need now.
You try to pry his muscular arms off again. This time, you manage to get out of the bed. Silas start to move in bed, quickly noticing that something’s missing. With your heart in your throat, you look around for something to put in his grasp. You take your pillow and stuff it in his arms.
Every motion is quiet and terrified. You’re horrified you’ll turn around and see him stand right behind you with his death glare, ready to throw you back into the basement. You’d rather die than end up there again. You don’t think you can take another day, week or month in the basement. To be fair, you never know how long you’re down there. One time you entered when the snow was falling outside and came out when the first flowers bloomed.
You dress yourself in a pair of gray sweatpants and black hoodie, shove some necessities into your backpack, grab Silas’ keys and sneak out of the room, silently hoping that the floor planks won’t snitch you out. The only reason you’re able to sneak out of the room is because of how well you’ve been acting lately. You’ve finally gained Silas’s trust! He doesn’t lock the bedroom door anymore and doesn't keep you chained to the bedpost.
The house is filled with men ready to put a bullet in intruders heads … hopefully they won’t think you’re a thief if they notice you. Thankfully, the ones who aren’t asleep are working in the office. You run past and unlock the front door. When the door is unlocked with the key, the alarm doesn't go off. You’ve learned that the hard way.
You jump into Silas’s black car, put in the keys and start the engine. The car roars like a beast. You gasp loudly.
“No, no, no!” you breathe out. “Shh, please! Fucking monster car!”
Quickly, you drive out of the driveway, out onto the street. Most of the time you hate that there aren’t any buildings nearby, but tonight, you’re happy that there’s no one that can see you escape. No one that can snitch you out.
You pull up the map on the screen in the front of the car, following the GPS to get to the airport. Your hands are sweating on the steering wheel. Every car you see in the rear view mirror seems to be Silas’s men, but you tell yourself that you’re being paranoid.
You suddenly realize that the car can be tracked and that one of the cars behind you could very well be one of Silas’ men … or Silas himself. You shiver at the thought. When they track the car to the airport’s parking lot, you need to be on the first best flight.
As soon as you park, you run through the airport, going through security and booking a last minute flight to who-knows-where. You didn’t even check. You cover your face with the hood of your black hoodie to hide your face, scared that someone, anyone could recognize you. You know that Silas could have contacts anywhere. Anyone could work for him.
When you slump down on one of the benches in the waiting area by your gates, you can finally breathe out. Everything’s going to be okay, you tell yourself, you’re going to be safe now. Soon, you’ll be out of the country, away from Silas.
You look at the clock. Three am. Your flight to who-knows-where leaves at five. With a yawn, you cross your arms and sink down in your seat. A few minutes of sleep shouldn’t do much harm.
“Boss, wake up!” second in command shouts and slaps Silas across the face.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” he shouts and grabs the man by the collar, wrestling him down into the mattress. “Slapping me, are we? I’m going-”
“Silas, wait, wait! Listen! Y/N’s gone!”
He freezes and quickly looks around the empty room in horror. “Gone?”
“Yes, when the men looked at the security footage this morning, they left the house and took your car!”
“My car?” Silas hurries up from the bed and grabs a pair of black pants and white shirt. “Where did they go? We have to find them!”
“One of our colleagues just messaged us that they were seen at the airport. They work there at the cargo department. Before you freak out, they’ve banned their passport. They can’t leave the country and if they try to leave the airport, the security on our side will take them aside for you.”
Silas smiles cruelly. “My stupid, little baby thinks they can escape me? How silly. I’m going to make them regret being born. Let’s go get them home.”
“You should eat something.”
“Geetting this fucking treatment when waking up is better than an energy drink. Shut up now and go get the other car. I’m not wasting a single second.”
You can see the sun rise outside the big windows and the airplane coming to the gate. When it’s boarding, you walk over to the lady by the check in. She scans your passport and frowns.
“I’m sorry, but it seems like your passport has been blacklisted”, she says.
“What?” you ask in confusion. “No, it shouldn’t be. I haven’t done …” Realization kicks in. “Shit!”
“What?”
“N-Nothing.”
You grab your bag and back away, heart hammering in your ears. Someone recognized you! You’re not safe here. You have to get out of here quickly before they alert Silas.
Just as you’re about to run, you can see two security guards marching over to you. In horror, you stumble backwards, shaking your head as tears start to run down your cheeks.
“N-No, please!” you shout in desperation, voice breaking with panic.
The other passengers look at you with pity in their eyes. For them, this is just another airport freak out … but for you? The end of the world. The men grab your arms firmly.
“Be nice now”, one of them says. “Come with us without resistance and we won’t have any trouble.”
“Hell no!” you shout and start to kick. “Leave me alone!”
They start dragging you with them. You make yourself as much of an inconvenience as possible. You make yourself as heavy as possible, you kick and scratch and twist. They don’t budge. Panic is spreading like fire in your veins when you realize that they’re not using a taser on you or anything that could ‘calm’ you down. They’re definitely working for Silas.
They drag you throughout the airport until you reach a closed off area used for staff only. An empty white room. You’re thrown into the corner.
“You’re a little bitch, aren’t you?” one of the men says, massaging his hand. “Got in a few scratches there.”
You curl up into a ball in the corner of the empty, white room, wishing that you could melt into the walls. Your body is shaking as you hug yourself tightly with tears running down your cheeks.
“You work for him, don’t you?” you whisper with a thick voice, not looking up from the floor.
“What a little genius you are”, the other man says.
You’re silent for the next thirty minutes. If people didn’t know better, they’d think that you were a statue. When the men leave the room, you glance up at the closed door.
“Good morning, sir”, one of the security guards says.
“Good morning”, he says shortly.
You gulp at his harsh voice. He’s going to kill you.
“Are they in here?” he asks.
“Yes, they tried to run away, but we managed to catch them”, one of the security men says.
“Are they hurt?”
“No.”
“Good. Stay here, I’m going to talk to them alone.”
You flinch when the door handle presses down. Quickly, you look away and start to tremble again. In the corner of your eye you can see a pair of legs and the bottom of a black coat entering, closing the door behind. He sighs heavily, making you whimper involuntarily.
“What am I going to do with you, hm?” he murmurs and squats down in front of you.
You turn your head away and press your body closer to the wall. He reaches out and removes your hood, the only shield you have. You start to cry heavily now that you’re all vulnerable to him. He cups your cheek with one hand and you squeeze your eyes shut tightly, whimpering.
“Did you really think this would work?” Silas asks, trying to meet your eyes. “You can’t hide from me, baby. I will always find you.”
“I-It’s not fair”, you spit through gritted teeth, glaring at him with a blurry vision. You have come to the part where hiccups crash through your voice. “Y-You have thousands o-of people working for you! I h-have no one!”
“And that’s life, little thing. I don’t play nice.” He tilts his head. “Haven’t you learned that by now?”
“F-Fuck you, Silas. I hate y-you.”
He scoffs and pulls you into his arms. You try to push him away with your hands and feet, but he’s stronger, trapping you against his chest.
“Let me go!” you scream, voice getting muffled into his clothing.
“Stop resisting”, he growls, pulling you closer.
You scream and shake your head. Silas locks your head into his shoulder with one hand and wraps the other around your waist.
“Shh, baby”, he hushes loudly, rocking back and forth. “Shh, calm down. I’m going to take care of you. We’ll make sure this never happens again. Shh, shh.”
You continue to fight, but grow tired quickly. All these hours spent awake and on edge have caught up. It’s no use fighting against him, you’ll never win. You’re sitting limp in Silas’ arms and all you can do is cry into his shoulder. You were so close to getting away. If only you had been a bit more careful.
“There, there, little thing”, Silas whispers in your ear and kisses your temple. He runs his hand over your back. “I have you, you’re safe now.”
He hugs you tighter and exhales, satisfied over having you back into his arms. You fit so well in his embrace.
“Let’s go home”, he says and is about to stand up.
“N-No!” you say, grabbing his coat. “No, please, Silas-”
“Listen, baby, you have two choices. Either, you come with me like a good little pet and don’t cause trouble. That way, your punishment will be much lighter. Or, you can continue to act like a brat and I’ll knock you unconscious and throw you into the basement until you grow mold. What do you say? Are you going to behave?”
You clench your jaw, muttering something he can’t hear.
“What was that, baby?” he asks with a smirk on his face. “Can you repeat?”
You mumble again.
“Louder, baby”, Silas says mockingly. “Use big words.”
“I’ll behave …”, you mutter.
“Good job.”
He stands up and pulls you up on your feet by your armpits. Silas removes his black coat and hangs it around your shoulders, caressing your wet cheek quickly. He hangs your backpack over one of his shoulders. You stare at the hand he offers for you before hesitantly taking it in yours. He opens the door and brings you outside. The security guards avoid looking at you now. The second in command must have warned them.
“If you make any noise, I’m going to use this”, Silas says and shows the hidden revolver tucked in his shirt. “Got it?”
You nod quickly. Together, the four men take you out of the airport by the back door.
“Oh, right, baby”, Silas says, turning to you. “My keys.”
You pull them up from your hoodie pouch and dump them in his hand with a glare. He smiles, thanking you. Silas takes you to the car you escaped in and sits you down in the front seat while he takes the driver's seat. His second in command drives the other car.
“You should try to sleep a little”, Silas says. “You are not going to sleep for quite some time.”
“What are you going to do to me …?” you whisper.
“Oh, I’m going to torture you. Badly.”
You give him a wide eyed look and he chuckles, eyes disappearing into half moons.
“Okay, not badly because you did come with me without problems”, he smiles to calm your nerves. “However, I’m going to make sure you know who you belong to. When I’m done with you, you’ll only know me. You should start getting comfortable with the basement because you’ll spend a lot of time down there.”
You gulp.
“You’ll never try to leave me again, will you?” Silas asks and takes your hand in his.
“No”, you say quickly, shaking your head.
“Good.”
You turn your eyes out the window, taking your last look at the outside world. You can feel how Silas lifts your hand to his lips, giving it a kiss. Oh, how you hate how he doesn’t take anything seriously. You’re terrified and here he is making jokes. It makes you sick to your stomach. Silas is a sick man. How could you ever think that you could escape him?
sorry ive been inactive. might get a bit better since i have a bunch of art i just forgot to post but im recovering from some stuff so activity may be sporadic. anyways here's my rdr oc
His name is Silas, he's 12/13 and he's just- so freaking weird. Like freak weird. (And I love him for it)
He has an obsession with fabric scissors, needles, and thread, as well as patchwork and has a bunch of stuffed animals he keeps around and modifies/stitches up
Despite this, he's terrified of vaccine needles/syringes
He loves ice cream and sweaters
Used to eat earth worms. Straight from the sidewalk. Until he got parasites. He still eats them every once in a while.
He never combs or brushes his hair, like ever
Very eccentric, doesn't have many friends, and pretends to be more threatening than he is. He'll just snap his fabric scissors open and shut, laughing maniacally before his mom goes "Silas, are you playing with scissors again?" And he shrinks down and goes "...No ma'am..."
The kids at school see him as an absolute freak but he's not too bothered by it
And wow that was a big info dump- well now you know a bunch about Silas (ty for reading if you made it this far lol)
