Peter YB (Part 2!) || I'm Still Yours (REUPLOAD)

!! TW: self starving, abuse !!

[Peter's POV]

God, I'm getting tired of Y/n's attitude. She knows she's only for me, right? The only way she'll realize that is if someone convinces her. Y/n is pathetic at making up her own mind. She won't listen to me, and I don't want to set her free. So...

An idea came to me.

It may not be the best and most trustworthy idea, but I hate doing this to her. And at some point, she may go insane. I picked up my phone and dialed the number I haven't dialed in years. I hope she still has the same number, because times have changed. And she's reckless with money. Someone picked up. "Hello?" She said. "Sarah!" I yell out of excitement knowing it's her "Huh? Who's this?" She asks. "Peter. I'm alive." I explain. "Oh cool." She says, unamused. "Listen, I know this is sudden, but I need a favor." I ask. There's a little chance she'll cooperate considering we've almost killed each other on multiple occasions.

"I have Y/n. She doesn't want to be with me. I need you to reconnect with her friends and get them to convince her!" I explain. "Whoa whoa, hold on. One, if she doesn't want you let her go, two, I haven't talked to those people in ages, and three, why can't I just convince her?" She asks. "Because she doesn't trust your judgement." I shrug. "Cool. Well where is she? I want to say hello!" She asks. "Uhm...she's..not her right now." I cover up. There's a good chance my little dimwit downstairs will blab everything I've been doing to her, and obviously, Sarah would take her side.

"Darn. Okay, well, I'll see what I can do. Byeee~" She says in joy. "Wait! One more thing.." I add. "What?" She asks.

"Don't tell them she's seeing me." I say, and hang up. I go to the kitchen, and start cooking. I'm not very good, but I can try.

[narration]

Day four. Four days of this and you're already going crazy. On the bright side, the pain is getting better to manage. You keep looking at yourself in the mirror. You clothes are getting worn out, your hair was a mess, and you looked awfully beat up. You hated how awful you looked. You wondered from time to time if you'd be too ugly for Peter. Maybe, since he isn't feeding you, you'll just look malnourished and he'll let go. Small chance though.

His footsteps approach you. He's on his way. You start to shudder. After last night, you're scared of what he might do next. If you hadn't punched him..things could've gone further than just kissing. Would he really...do something like that to you? I mean, if he can kidnap you and drill your ankles to a couch he could surely assault you. He has the power. He has the upper hand. He's psychotic enough. Sadly, you'd have no way to defend yourself. It's gotten to that point.

He finally appears with a plate of food in his hands. You groan mentally. He sits down beside you. "I'm sure you're hungry, would you like some food?" He asks. You lift up your hands indicating you can't use them. "No need for hands. I can feed you!" He says. You gag. "Never in a million years. I'd rather starve to the bone. "But you have to eat." He says in seriousness. "No I don't! I'm not a child!" You say, punching the plate out of his hands. He groans. "Stupid Y/n." He mutters under his breath, but you still hear him.

He doesn't bother cleaning up the plate. He leans over you, barely on top of you, kissing you cheek. "No need to worry. I'll pick it up." He says. You start to feel..a little bad. "Please eat." He begs. "No." You finally give out, and turn away from him. He cleans everything up, and leaves the basement. "I love you!" He calls out. "Eat dirt!" You call after him in the same sing-song voice. "God.." You groan, leaning back and drifting back off to sleep.

You're tired. You miss your home. You'd give anything to go back home.

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