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You had given up on any chance that Alfred may be alive. The army still didn't have a certain answer for you, but it had been over a year and nothing. It was December, now. The snow had started to fall and you could see your breath, even inside. It would be your second Christmas without him.
Of course, you had to move house. You ended up moving to a shitty part of town with a bi-polar grandma for your neighbour and a couple that liked way too much sex upstairs. Elizabeta helped you move.
She also helped you keep your job. Oh, how you so badly wanted to quit. Everything reminded you of Allen there, a sin you should have never committed. He was the poison apple dangling from the tree, almost in arms-reach. All you had to do was jump, and like the foolish person, you did. Why did you ever take his case? Thanks to him, everyone scoffed at you, even worse than before. You were shunned - considered an outcast! You couldn't walk through the building without mocking stares. And not only that, but he plagued your mind twenty-four seven at work. Whenever you sat down at your desk, you remember all the conversations you had about him, whenever you stood up for the little guy: this person robbed a liquor store. Oh, so did Allen. This person is charged for breaking and entering, another thing that Allen had on his file. This person beat someone up, much like Allen... Okay, maybe not as bad as Allen, as you decided not to take up those cases anymore, but it was ridiculous how he still lingered with you, despite not being there! Even those baseball bat reports kept coming in, but there is no way that was him. You stayed away from it anyway.
So while your thoughts were consumed with him at work, your mind was elsewhere at home. Most of the time, you just sat there, thinking of Alfred. Why wasn't he in the kitchen, destroying a simple, toasted sandwich? Why wasn't he lazing on the couch with you, watching Netflix? You decided to cancel Netflix altogether. But what stung the most, was why wasn't his arm slung protectively over you when you lay in bed? The amount of times you complained about it being too hot when he did that or shoving him off because he annoyed you... Oh, the irony. Now he wasn't there, and you missed it.
When it came to support, Kiku and Elizabeta were there. Lizzy was persistent in helping you keep your job, even to the point of doing some of your paperwork while you just sat there and sulked. Kiku was more on the shoulder-to-cry side. While Lizzy cooked most of the meals when you refused to eat and did your chores, Kiku sat beside you and held you close, keeping you emotionally stable. Well, as best he could. You ended up telling them pretty much everything, thinking there was no point in hiding it anymore. You told them how Allen would make you feel certain sensations. The time he escaped prison for you, only to go back for the same reason. Your intimate moments and conflicting ones. How he and Alfred were brothers. The last one shocked them immensely. You overheard Elizabeta gushing to Kiku, how this was a dramatic turn of events in your love-triangle drama, as she didn't want to say this to you and sound insensitive.
Currently, you were walking through the front doors of your complex, leading into the hallway. To your right was the ever bi-polar, Mrs. Sheila. Was she actually bi-polar? Who knows. But she sure knew how to act like it. You had three, big bags of groceries in your arms, fumbling with the keys, when her rickety, old voice came from behind you, "Those fucking sluts upstairs have been at it again!"
You always tried not to laugh when she swore like that. With a sigh, you turned to her, exposing your red stained eyes with their own brand of bag hanging below them, showing the world your lack of sleep, "I know, they've been keeping me up all night lately."
"Pfft," She looked up the stairs, "Forget about you, Pudgens won't stop hissing at the ceiling whenever they go at it." Pudgens was her monochrome, obese cat. He didn't like you, but then again, he didn't like anyone. Like owner like pet.
"Maybe we could make a complaint?" You suggested. You had already gone up to ask them to settle, to which they responded, 'Get Fucked!' and slammed the door in your face.
"To whom?" She picked up her grumpy arse cat and started stroking him. He just gave you the evil eye so you scrunched your nose at it but immediately pulled back and hid in your doorway when he hissed. Mrs. Sheila continued, "I own these complexes, Dearie, and even they won't listen to me. And what are the police gonna do? Hm?"
"Well..." You were running out of solutions, "Can't you just kick them out?"
"Hah! And lose the income they give? How about this? You can be the bad, bitchy person in room number 2, and I'll be the cool, collective grandma in room number 1 that accepts their money and acts 'rad' but criticises behind their back." He puckered her lips at Pudgens.
You just rolled your eyes and went inside, "Sound great, Mrs. Sheila."
"Now now," She gave you a smile, but you knew it was evil, "Grandma is fine."
Oh, you knew this game all too well, "Okay, Grandma."
"That's Mrs. Sheila to you!"
You stuck your tongue out at her. She snickered and went back inside. You waited until the evil demon closed her door before slamming yours and sliding down it to land on the cool floor. Shivering, you got up almost straight-away to turn the heater on. When the place finally warmed up, you took your thick coat off and packed away your groceries. Your room was pretty spacious. Everything open. Your lounge, kitchen and dining area was pretty much in the same room. Behind them was the bedroom and bathroom. It was cosy for one person.
When everything was away you put the jug on and decided to make a hot drink. Taking it over to the window in the dining section, you opened the curtains to reveal a playground. Granted, the weeds were overgrown, but it looked almost magical as everything was blanketed with white snow.
You pouted down at the drink in your hands; how could you forget the marshmallows?! Oh well, you probably shouldn't be filling yourself on sweets before tea anyway.

(Allen's POVE)

This. Fucking. Piece of shit! I kicked the stolen motorbike as it broke down in the middle of the forest. I was freezing my balls off, trying to get to a hideout I had in a forest here. Whenever Mattie, Oliver and Francois come to visit me and need a hideout, they come here. It was a fair ways out from the city, but that just made it the perfect spot to get away. My plan? To bring (Y/n) here.
I can't believe I've been away from my angel for more than a year. She must be... Devastated. Unfortunately, that prison wasn't as easy to escape as I intended. And not to mention that they put me on fucking death-row! Granted, no one has been executed since 2006, apparently, but they still had the audacity for that? So I killed the warden, painfully. I used every utensil on his desk to penetrate him.
The snow made it almost impossible to trudge through. I had to take careful steps, wary of what's underneath. Careful... Careful... Care - "Argh!" My leg came sinking through the snow, causing me to fall forward and into the fluffy yet icy-biting texture. Pushing myself up, I spat some out and growled in annoyance. It was then in the distance I noticed the light. The porch light was almost always on, especially when no body was home. Finally! I got up and, ignoring the snow in unmentionable places, jumped my way to the home.
I looked around the familiar surroundings. The road leading here was fully covered, so I'm going to have to get clear that if I want to get (Y/n) here smoothly and safely. I kicked my boots on the porch, trying to shake the snow from my pants before flicking the bottom of my jacket and shirt, retrieving the same outcome. When I opened the door, the inside felt colder than the out! I pressed on a switch, happy to see the inside lights working as well. My breath was visible as I walked around, relishing in home. This place was so remote, not even the government could spot us, I guess I have Oliver to thank for that, he's such a magical freak.
Anyway, it was a relief I didn't have to go around the back and start up the generator.
In here there was a fire place in the lounge room and heating system all around to keep us warm. Leaving the fireplace, I went to the heater to start it up. It smelt a bit of dust, but that would pass. While the house got warm, I checked every room, making sure it was perfect and safe for my Doll. Great. Now there was just a few more things to do before going.
Grabbing a shovel, I made my way to the driveway and went at it. There was no way I could clear all this to the main road through the mountain, so I only did to the end of the clearing, stopping once the trees started to consume me. I narrowed my eyes and thought, if I remembered correctly, I still had a snowplough in the barn closer to the river. Chucking the shovel on the undercover porch, I walked over to the barn.
Looking around, this place was actually beautiful, there's absolutely no reason (Y/n) wouldn't like it here. The river was frozen, the trees decorated with a lovely sheet of snow, despite my annoyance with it earlier, I love the look and feel it can give.
I had to kick the barn doors open as ice had clung to the locks. I smiled as the light shone on the plough, now I just had to see if I could get it working. There were webs and spiders crawling all through it. Dust had to be brushed off. Unfortunately, it wasn't working, but lucky for me I spied a jump cable near-by. It only took a few shock to get it working. A smirk crawled on my face, my tongue rubbing the hole where my tooth used to be as I snickered, "(Y/n) is one step closer to me now."
A thought then occurred, I sniffed myself and backed up a bit. Should probably have a shower... That was no issue.
Another thing I was grateful for, the hot water system was working perfectly. Everything was looking up for Al! Shower thoughts were most definitely welcome, dreaming about (Y/n), holding her in my arms, fucking her senseless! My penis twitched delightfully at the thought.
Then I felt disgusted. What am I meant to do about her shitface boyfriend? I guess I'll just kill him. Or I could use him as bait. I chuckled, "Come with me and this dickhead can live!" Perfect! And then I'll beat him up to the point of near death and make him live the rest of his life in pain, both physical and emotional.
Turning off the shower, I dried myself and got dressed in my own clothes, not those ridiculous stolen ones. This felt much, much better, and I was surprised they themselves weren't dusty. Spraying myself with deodorant, my eyes lit up at my precious. How could I skip of you, my baby? As I was walking by the door, I saw my gorgeous, nailed baseball bat! Oh, the damage I can't wait to do with you~ I can't believe I had gone so long without you! Holding it tenderly in my arms, I kissed the stained wood and traced a finger over a nail.
"Ooh!" I yelped, giggling as blood dripped from the tip of my index, "You naughty, slut you~" Twirling her around in my hand, I put my favourite dark, rouge jacket on, I felt complete. Well, almost. Now I just needed my Doll.
...
I had driven the snowplough as close to the road as I could without it being spotted. I then began walking down it while tossing a rock up down in my hand, looking out for any vehicles coming down here. I knew there was mansion with some rich fucker on the very top, so hopefully someone would be coming down from there. Either that or someone passing by from the other side. Thankfully, it wasn't too long before someone came down. I used the rock to throw it at the car, it smashed the passenger window and the driver skid and pulled over. It was a simple, black car, so it wasn't too suspicious and I liked that.
The driver came out and expected the window, "What the fuck..."
"Hey," I walked up behind him, readying my bat. He turned around only to widened his eyes, but I doubt he had time to process. I smashed the nailed-bat into his skull, the force tearing his neck and making his entire body hit the ground with immense power. I could hear the pleasuring, bone-breaking sound as his head collided with the bitumen. My nails were stuck in his skull, so I placed my foot beside the bat and yanked it out, "Oh YEAH!" This was how things were meant to be. The nails had dragged across his skin and skull easily, opening it and allowing the contents to spill out. Juice, brain, hair; it all painted the road like a gory canvas. Breathing heavily in ecstasy, I stuck my tongue out and panted like the fucking dog I am. Leaning down, I grabbed his ankle and spun him around, more of his insides flying out and his head tearing ever more from his body. Before it could fling off itself, I tossed him into the forest, the sound of his corpse rolling down the rocky hill. Cackling, I dusted my hands of my work and smirked triumphantly, "If a dead body is tossed into the forest and no one is around to hear it, does it still make a sound?" The answer is yes.
I got into the car and drove off, on my way to find my Doll. Ah, the peaceful sound of a car. But I wanted music. Just as I turned on the radio, I flipped through the channels, perfect timing of Frank Sinatra's song, My Way.
I smiled and cranked up the volume and heating, singing, "And now, the end is near; and so I face the final curtain. My friend, I'll say it clear~ I'll state my case, of which I'm certain." Here I come, Dollface~
...
I pulled up to her apartment complex and made my up the stairs, they seemed to have gotten the elevator fixed, but nah, the stairs were fine. It was as I was passing a mirror in the hallway did I notice I was tired. There were bags under my eyes and just everything looked... sunken. Understandable, as I pretty much hadn't slept since I escaped. Only a couple of hours in a day, but sometimes I'd go days without slumber. Oliver would have a fit at my habits lately. Well, once I get my Doll, we can sleep all we want.
I kicked the door open to see a woman and what I assumed to be her child. Looking around, the place looked different, 'smelt' different. Did she move? The two screamed. I stared at them with glowering, red eyes and pointed my dripping bat at them, "Where's the lady that used to live here?"
The mother held her daughter and shook cowardly, "I don't know..."
"What's going o -" A man cam from the hallway, straightening a tie, "Who are you?"
"Where's (Y/n)?" I repeated, getting impatient. I hadn't come all this way to find out she's gone.
"Who?" The man questioned, taking slow steps to his family.
I growled and smashed my bat into the wall, the plaster crumbling around her, "WHERE IS SHE?!"
The man held up his hands in surrender and began making slow steps to me now, "Easy there, fella. Just explain yoursel- ARGH!"
"AHH!" The mother screamed, holding her daughter closer.
I had swung my bat and got him square in the face. He wasn't dead, and I didn't hit hard enough for him to be unconscious, but he was writhing on the ground, only making small grunts here and there. "That. Was a warning..." I glared at the mother. I took a step closer and she tried to move back, "There was a lady living here before you. Where is she?"
"I - I don't k-know," She stuttered, crying with her daughter. I narrowed my eyes and raised my bat when she shouted, "The landlord! A-ask the l-landlord! She might know!"
"Where is she?" I questioned.
"The house next door, right when you leave the entrance." I turned to leave and I could hear her scurrying behind me. Quickly turning back, she stopped suddenly and looked pale, almost like she was to have an attack. She was trying to reach her husband. Laughing manically, I left them to it.
I knocked on the door and small woman with glasses came out, "Yes?"
"I'm looking for (Your Full Name), do you know where she went?" I asked her, smiling.
She looked me up and down and gasped, holding a hand to her mouth, "Alfred?"
I oughta smack her into next century for that, however I went with, "I'm her lover, yes, that much is true."
"Oh, (Y/n) is going to be so happy you're back! We all thought you were dead... Never do that again, Mr.!" She lightly smacked my arm and my eye twitched. Just tell me where (Y/n) was Goddamni- Wait...
"You thought I was dead?" I raised an eyebrow.
She adjusted her glasses, her vision obviously already faded pretty badly, "Well when a soldier goes M.I.A without notice and no evidence of them whatsoever, for as long as YOU have might I add, of course we are going to think this."
That douchebag was missing? My eyes lit up, "Yeah, well, I wanna keep it a surprise, ya know? So don't tell her~"
"Oh of course not, but record it for me, okay? I wanna see her face when she finds you back," You she went inside for a moment.
"You got it," I snickered. This was way too easy!
She came back with a piece of paper and handed it to me, "This is her new address."
I took it and fist-pumped the air, "Yes!"
"Oh Alfred, it's good to have you back," She clasped her hands together and smiled, tilting her head to the right.
"Yeah yeah, whatever." I muttered, walking off.
So close now. As I went down the sidewalk and to the car, I came near an alleyway and heard bashing. Looking around the corner, I saw a man with, holy fucking shit, a baseball with nails in it. He was bludgeoning the other guy pretty badly, his arm was almost torn off.
"Oi," I called out. e looked over at me and I noticed his bat was splintered and just... Wrong. Does he even take care of his weapon? I grit my teeth, "The fuck..."
He scrunched his nose up at me, "Well well well, looks like we have a copycat."
"Nope, just an asshole," I pointed my bat at him, "Look at the way you treat her? Not. Cool. Are you the one that's been going around and destroying my name?"
He looked angered, like wow! I must've pissed him off easily, because his head looked as if it were about to fly off and attack me itself. He smashed his bat against the brick wall, the thing breaking under his hold. What a fucking novice. How can he treat such a beautiful thing like this? He needs to be taught a lesson. "You're that Allen Jones fucker!" He shouted.
"Guilty~ But what am I not guilty of lately?" I chuckled.
"They always mistaken my work for yours!" He screamed out.
I looked down at the mangled corpse and got angry myself, "Those fuckers. I'm way more talented than you!" He screamed, obviously that set him off the edge, and charged at me full force. He raised his bat, about to swing. As he was within reach, I simply raised mine, the very end colliding with his face, the nails digging in every direction. "I don't have time for this," I told him, breaking his legs once he was down. I then turned to another fallen victim, "I will put you out of your misery." Raising my beloved, I smashed my bat onto his, breaking it into itty bitty parts, nails and wood going everywhere. Pulling back, I pouted and cradled my bat, "It's okay, we did a good thing today."
Now we could go on in peace.

(YOUR POV)

Your back was killing you! Gods, could you use a massage. Today was one of the more annoying cases, the girl just wouldn't shut up! She keyed her ex's car and did anything and everything to defend herself, it. Was. 'Hella crazy', as she would say.
But you were home now, and you couldn't wait to just get in the hot shower and relax. The night was dark, but Mrs. Sheila always had a light on in the hall. You opened the gate and walked through, only to be greeted by her and her obese cat, "You're late."
Your eyebrows furrowed, "There's no curfew."
She pursed her lips and shrugged her shoulders, shimmering, "Well maybe I should make one."
"Please, no!" You begged, mockingly. Ah yes, the perks of living across from her was to play along with her games. Deep down, you actually thing Mrs. Sheila liked you. Maybe.
She turned to go inside, "Then maybe make sure you're on time."
Whatever on time was, you had yet to find out, "Yes Mrs. Sheila... Grandma... Lady...?"
"Hm," she flicked her silver hair, Pudgens hissing and pawing at you over her shoulder before she shut the door completely.
You giggled and smiled and turned to your own door, opening it and flicking on the lights. As your happy expression gazed up, you met a familiar figure sitting on your dining table. Your own eyes widened and you stepped back, a short scream leaving you, "Ah!" You fell back and onto your bum, your case falling to the ground beside you.
He chuckled and looked down at you with a smirk, his missing tooth hole visible, "Hey there, Dollface. It's nice to be greeted with a smiling girl~"
You swallowed thickly and managed to stutter out, "A-Allen..."
He knelt down in front of your quivering form, "That's right, Doll." He lent close to your hair, pinching some between his fingers and smelling it, "Gods, I've missed you." He was almost too afraid to touch you, his hands visibly shaking. Suddenly, his arms began encircling you, not yet touching you. You stayed perfect still, afraid. Once he deemed satisfied, you were engulfed in a hug. Your eyes watered, you couldn't handle this... "I've missed you, (Y/n)." You were still grieving... "Did you miss me?"
You swallowed thickly, "H-How did you escape?"
He pulled back, his red eyes gleaming into yours, "It doesn't really matter, but if you want to know, well, let's just say riots aren't a hard thing to start there." Tears escaped your ducts, falling down your cheeks. He wiped them away with his thumb and smiled, "Awww, are you this happy to see me?" One of his hands slowly came up and harshly gripped the hair on the back of your head, it didn't hurt, but you were aware of him even more than before. His face came closer as he snickered and smirked, "Or perhaps it's the thought of your missing 'ex'?"
Your eyebrows knit together and you shoved him away, "You're a fucking prick! Go back to prison you criminal!" How dare he show up out of no where and mess with you like this?!
Allen stood up, unaffected by your words, and walked back over to the table, picking up an object you had neglected. Your eyes widened at a nailed, baseball bat. He lifted it up and admired it, stroking it with fondness, "My two favourite girls." He swung his bat over his shoulder and held a hand out to you, "C'mon, let's go home."
As he walked closer to you, you crawled back and out the door, breathing out, "Wha?"
"I have a beautiful, large home out in the forest, away from the city and every one else. That's where we are going to live."
His hand went to grab yours but you just slapped it away, "Get lost! This... This... This is impossible! You're insane!"
He only chuckled darkly, "Oh Dollface, you haven't seen the half of it." You screamed and kicked as he scooped you up and threw you over his shoulder, "Have you gained weight?" You ignored him, struggling even harder, pushing against him and trying to knee his chest. He laughed at you, "I was only joking, geez!"
"HELP!!!" You screamed as loud as you could, your voice cracking. You couldn't tell if you were more frustrated, angry or scared at this point. You knew you should be fearing for your life, but you were just too depressed to care right now. It was a horrible thing, but you tried to push through it. "ANYONE!!!!" A small part of you thought, 'maybe it was fate Allen that was taking you away'. You have begun to really dislike your job, or more so not caring or bothering with it. You only went so Elizabeta and Kiku stopped worrying. You've started crossing the street without even looking, not bothering with the safety of your life. Sure, you had some good times, fun friends... You tried to think of what else but couldn't. "PLEASE..."
Allen began rubbing your butt before his hand moved to massage between your legs, making you wet; it felt like a sculptor working on his masterpiece. His fingers pushed at the perfect force as they slid along your clothed opening. Gods, you hadn't been touched like this in what felt like ever... "Don't worry, Dollface, I'll take care of you," He said, his voice sounding genuine.
Alfred had left you and Allen returned. While you grieved for one you lusted for the other. Fuck Alfred... Fuck Allen! These two men had complicated your life to no extent. "Let me go..." You begged, your voice giving up.
He opened the passenger door to his car and 'plopped' you inside. As soon as it closed, he locked it, but that didn't stop you from trying the handle. You couldn't give up yet! Even though you kind of wanted to. Allen waited until you stopped with the door handle and unlocked the car, getting in. You quickly opened your door and tried to jump out but Allen grabbed your wrist and pulled you back, "Oh no you don't!" He lent over and shut the door before locking it again. He then grabbed your seat belt and plugged you in. As he pulled back only slightly, his face was in front of your blushing one. His eyes darted to your lips. You thinned them and glared at him. His red gaze returned to your blazing, (e/c) one for a while. You relaxed your face for only a millisecond, but that's all it took, for Allen moved swiftly, pecking your lips with his own. When he adjusted himself in the car, he did a little shimmy and started the engine with a victory smile, "Got'ch'ya!"
You scowled, rubbing your forearm over your mouth with the sleeve of your outfit. Allen sped off, ignoring any sign on the road and doing his own thing. You stared at the dashboard, momentarily unfazed before wanting to cry suddenly. Oh goodness, Mrs. Sheila was rubbing off on you with her... bi-polar-ness? You sniffled and let the tears fall, whimpering out, "You might as well let me go, I'm useless!"
Allen looked at you with worry before back at the road, "What makes you say that?"
"I'm an unfit human being! I've failed at life... Everything is fucking shit! *sniffle* Just please... If you're going to kill me, do it now."
"Kill you?!" He pulled over and grabbed your face in his hands, smooshing your cheeks, "The fuck makes you thing that?" His stern expression became soft as he whispered kindly, "Dollface, I love you."
You shook your head and released yourself from him, but he only ended up grabbing your hands instead, "No! If anything it's probably only a stupid crush. Any one to love me must have something wrong with them..."
He deadpanned, "Well it's no secret I'm deranged. But listen, anyone would be lucky to have you! Just a shame for them because now I stole you and I don't ever plan on letting you go."
Your eyes looked like that of a helpless puppy, staring up at him, your lips doing a little, pouting quiver, "What's going to happen?"
"I'm going to take you home and condition you. Don't fret, you'll love it there! I may seem a bit harsh at first, but I'll just let you know now, I can be a very protective and obsessive person. To some, it may seem like you're my pet, but really you're my girl, and I just want what is right for us." He paused before driving off again and saying, "Which may be a bit of a 'demented' relationship, but hey, it's OUR relationship." You stayed silent, not commenting, just trying to silently say goodbye to your friends. But fucking ALLEN made it HARD when he comes out with, "And when we get home, I'm gonna shove my massive cock in your tight pussy and fuck you like you've never been fucked." He noticeably shivered in delight, "You have nooo idea how long I've waited for this." This should most definitely not send pleasure to erupt within your nether, but it did.
During the long ride, you twisted and turned, trying to find a comfortable spot for your back, "For fuck's sake..." You muttered.
"What is it?" Al questioned, glancing at you. You began heading up a mountain.
Rubbing the sore bits, you told him, "It's my back, it hasn't stopped hurting for days."
Tilting his head, he licked his lips before answering, "Well how about this: when we get home, I'll run us a nice bath and give you a relaxing massage... Before I take you to the bedroom and claim you once and for all! Mwahahaaha!" He acted out the last bit, obviously excited.
You didn't smile. Did you want to? Maybe a little bit, but you didn't. You just rolled over to look out the window, the sound of the radio playing gently in the air, "Whatever. I don't care."
He sighed but left it there. You came to a driveway hidden amongst the trees. He stopped the car, "This is it, it's down there... I'm gonna get out now, and you're going to follow me. I'm then going to push this car down the cliff on the other side and we are going to get in a snowplough I have hidden just down the track. Don't you dare try to escape, got it?"
You raised an eyebrow, "'Kay."
"Good." He unlocked the door and you both got out. As he pushed it down the cliff, you began walking away, not even caring. You stepped your way down the road of thee mountain. As you made a bit of a distance, but really nothing at all, you could here Allen call you, "Hey!" He stomped up to you and picked you up, your legs hanging over one of his arms while your back was against the other. Your head lazed on his chest as he carried you back, "Goddammit (Y/n), what did I just say?"
"Um..." You looked away, watching the environment around you, "You just kidnapped me. And then you expected me to follow your directions? It's like... Have you ever done this before or what?" Great, now you sounded like your previous court case. That girl had some serious sass.
"Har. Har. Har." Al mocked with no amusement, "Get on the plough!" He hoisted you up and onto a seat in the plough before getting up himself and driving off. The house was a fair way into the forest, and if it weren't for the driveway, you could easily see yourself getting lost.
You noticed a particular detail, "The snow is getting heavier."
Al looked around, "You're right. I wonder what's that all about?"
You remember seeing this on the news, "A storm was heading this way. Maybe it comes past here first. I wonder if we'll die in it?"
"We won't die!" Al frowned, "This place is prepared for anything, and thanks to Oliver, we're pretty much guaranteed protection."
Oliver... Oliver... You vaguely remembered who that was.
Eventually he drove up and passed a house, towards a barn. You gawked at the surroundings, he wasn't lying when he said it was beautiful. He parked the plough in the barn and got off before helping you down. His hands travelled from your arms to your face, "I can't hold it, I need to do this now." His lips pressed to your in a passionate manner. His mouth moving ever-so-sultry. You didn't react to him, just let him do what he wants. His arms came around you as he deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue inside you and twirling it around. You felt the glimpse of a tongue piercing as he ran it against the roof of your mouth. This feeling caused you to moan as it tickled and made you writhe. He pulled back, both of your faces flushed and blushing. "Come on," He held your hand and walked back, "Let's go."
Once inside, you felt immediate warmth. The heater must be on. To the right you were greeted with a lounge room, and to the left a dining room. Ahead of you were a set of stairs and a hallway. Al went left after locking and securing the door, so you followed. Behind the dining room was an open kitchen, no walls. Behind that, a window to show the back. You noticed this before, but there was a barbecue, a set of chairs and table, a fire pit... Just ordinary, foresty, backyard things.
He went to a table and grabbed a banana, handing it to you, "I bought these in today, eat."
You shook your head, "I'm not hungry."
He sighed and began peeling it, "By the way you've been acting, I'm willing to bet you've neglected yourself of basic human needs. Eat." He shoved the banana in your face.
You pushed it away, "I told you: I. Don't. Want it!"
He grabbed your wrist and stuck the thing in your mouth, "Eat the fucking fruit (Y/n) or so help me!" You mushed up the banana before spitting it in his face. Al stood their with an unimpressed look, "Seriously?" You closed your eyes. The next thing you knew, his hands were on your cheeks and his mushy face was rubbing against yours. You cringed away, staring at him like he was mad. Well... This was also kind of your fault. He smirked at his artwork, "Perfect! Now please, I'm begging you, I'll go and run a bath. You just eat." He grabbed a banana for himself and walked off.
You stared at the yellow and brown spotted fruit. Truth be told, he was right, you have been neglecting yourself. You were hungry, and food was there, you thought to yourself, 'might as well.'

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You had given up on any chance that Alfred may be alive. The army still didn't have a certain answer for you, but it had been over a year and nothing. It was December, now. The snow had started to fall and you could see your breath, even inside. It would be your second Christmas without him.
Of course, you had to move house. You ended up moving to a shitty part of town with a bi-polar grandma for your neighbour and a couple that liked way too much sex upstairs. Elizabeta helped you move.
She also helped you keep your job. Oh, how you so badly wanted to quit. Everything reminded you of Allen there, a sin you should have never committed. He was the poison apple dangling from the tree, almost in arms-reach. All you had to do was jump, and like the foolish person, you did. Why did you ever take his case? Thanks to him, everyone scoffed at you, even worse than before. You were shunned - considered an outcast! You couldn't walk through the building without mocking stares. And not only that, but he plagued your mind twenty-four seven at work. Whenever you sat down at your desk, you remember all the conversations you had about him, whenever you stood up for the little guy: this person robbed a liquor store. Oh, so did Allen. This person is charged for breaking and entering, another thing that Allen had on his file. This person beat someone up, much like Allen... Okay, maybe not as bad as Allen, as you decided not to take up those cases anymore, but it was ridiculous how he still lingered with you, despite not being there! Even those baseball bat reports kept coming in, but there is no way that was him. You stayed away from it anyway.
So while your thoughts were consumed with him at work, your mind was elsewhere at home. Most of the time, you just sat there, thinking of Alfred. Why wasn't he in the kitchen, destroying a simple, toasted sandwich? Why wasn't he lazing on the couch with you, watching Netflix? You decided to cancel Netflix altogether. But what stung the most, was why wasn't his arm slung protectively over you when you lay in bed? The amount of times you complained about it being too hot when he did that or shoving him off because he annoyed you... Oh, the irony. Now he wasn't there, and you missed it.
When it came to support, Kiku and Elizabeta were there. Lizzy was persistent in helping you keep your job, even to the point of doing some of your paperwork while you just sat there and sulked. Kiku was more on the shoulder-to-cry side. While Lizzy cooked most of the meals when you refused to eat and did your chores, Kiku sat beside you and held you close, keeping you emotionally stable. Well, as best he could. You ended up telling them pretty much everything, thinking there was no point in hiding it anymore. You told them how Allen would make you feel certain sensations. The time he escaped prison for you, only to go back for the same reason. Your intimate moments and conflicting ones. How he and Alfred were brothers. The last one shocked them immensely. You overheard Elizabeta gushing to Kiku, how this was a dramatic turn of events in your love-triangle drama, as she didn't want to say this to you and sound insensitive.
Currently, you were walking through the front doors of your complex, leading into the hallway. To your right was the ever bi-polar, Mrs. Sheila. Was she actually bi-polar? Who knows. But she sure knew how to act like it. You had three, big bags of groceries in your arms, fumbling with the keys, when her rickety, old voice came from behind you, "Those fucking sluts upstairs have been at it again!"
You always tried not to laugh when she swore like that. With a sigh, you turned to her, exposing your red stained eyes with their own brand of bag hanging below them, showing the world your lack of sleep, "I know, they've been keeping me up all night lately."
"Pfft," She looked up the stairs, "Forget about you, Pudgens won't stop hissing at the ceiling whenever they go at it." Pudgens was her monochrome, obese cat. He didn't like you, but then again, he didn't like anyone. Like owner like pet.
"Maybe we could make a complaint?" You suggested. You had already gone up to ask them to settle, to which they responded, 'Get Fucked!' and slammed the door in your face.
"To whom?" She picked up her grumpy arse cat and started stroking him. He just gave you the evil eye so you scrunched your nose at it but immediately pulled back and hid in your doorway when he hissed. Mrs. Sheila continued, "I own these complexes, Dearie, and even they won't listen to me. And what are the police gonna do? Hm?"
"Well..." You were running out of solutions, "Can't you just kick them out?"
"Hah! And lose the income they give? How about this? You can be the bad, bitchy person in room number 2, and I'll be the cool, collective grandma in room number 1 that accepts their money and acts 'rad' but criticises behind their back." He puckered her lips at Pudgens.
You just rolled your eyes and went inside, "Sound great, Mrs. Sheila."
"Now now," She gave you a smile, but you knew it was evil, "Grandma is fine."
Oh, you knew this game all too well, "Okay, Grandma."
"That's Mrs. Sheila to you!"
You stuck your tongue out at her. She snickered and went back inside. You waited until the evil demon closed her door before slamming yours and sliding down it to land on the cool floor. Shivering, you got up almost straight-away to turn the heater on. When the place finally warmed up, you took your thick coat off and packed away your groceries. Your room was pretty spacious. Everything open. Your lounge, kitchen and dining area was pretty much in the same room. Behind them was the bedroom and bathroom. It was cosy for one person.
When everything was away you put the jug on and decided to make a hot drink. Taking it over to the window in the dining section, you opened the curtains to reveal a playground. Granted, the weeds were overgrown, but it looked almost magical as everything was blanketed with white snow.
You pouted down at the drink in your hands; how could you forget the marshmallows?! Oh well, you probably shouldn't be filling yourself on sweets before tea anyway.

(Allen's POVE)

This. Fucking. Piece of shit! I kicked the stolen motorbike as it broke down in the middle of the forest. I was freezing my balls off, trying to get to a hideout I had in a forest here. Whenever Mattie, Oliver and Francois come to visit me and need a hideout, they come here. It was a fair ways out from the city, but that just made it the perfect spot to get away. My plan? To bring (Y/n) here.
I can't believe I've been away from my angel for more than a year. She must be... Devastated. Unfortunately, that prison wasn't as easy to escape as I intended. And not to mention that they put me on fucking death-row! Granted, no one has been executed since 2006, apparently, but they still had the audacity for that? So I killed the warden, painfully. I used every utensil on his desk to penetrate him.
The snow made it almost impossible to trudge through. I had to take careful steps, wary of what's underneath. Careful... Careful... Care - "Argh!" My leg came sinking through the snow, causing me to fall forward and into the fluffy yet icy-biting texture. Pushing myself up, I spat some out and growled in annoyance. It was then in the distance I noticed the light. The porch light was almost always on, especially when no body was home. Finally! I got up and, ignoring the snow in unmentionable places, jumped my way to the home.
I looked around the familiar surroundings. The road leading here was fully covered, so I'm going to have to get clear that if I want to get (Y/n) here smoothly and safely. I kicked my boots on the porch, trying to shake the snow from my pants before flicking the bottom of my jacket and shirt, retrieving the same outcome. When I opened the door, the inside felt colder than the out! I pressed on a switch, happy to see the inside lights working as well. My breath was visible as I walked around, relishing in home. This place was so remote, not even the government could spot us, I guess I have Oliver to thank for that, he's such a magical freak.
Anyway, it was a relief I didn't have to go around the back and start up the generator.
In here there was a fire place in the lounge room and heating system all around to keep us warm. Leaving the fireplace, I went to the heater to start it up. It smelt a bit of dust, but that would pass. While the house got warm, I checked every room, making sure it was perfect and safe for my Doll. Great. Now there was just a few more things to do before going.
Grabbing a shovel, I made my way to the driveway and went at it. There was no way I could clear all this to the main road through the mountain, so I only did to the end of the clearing, stopping once the trees started to consume me. I narrowed my eyes and thought, if I remembered correctly, I still had a snowplough in the barn closer to the river. Chucking the shovel on the undercover porch, I walked over to the barn.
Looking around, this place was actually beautiful, there's absolutely no reason (Y/n) wouldn't like it here. The river was frozen, the trees decorated with a lovely sheet of snow, despite my annoyance with it earlier, I love the look and feel it can give.
I had to kick the barn doors open as ice had clung to the locks. I smiled as the light shone on the plough, now I just had to see if I could get it working. There were webs and spiders crawling all through it. Dust had to be brushed off. Unfortunately, it wasn't working, but lucky for me I spied a jump cable near-by. It only took a few shock to get it working. A smirk crawled on my face, my tongue rubbing the hole where my tooth used to be as I snickered, "(Y/n) is one step closer to me now."
A thought then occurred, I sniffed myself and backed up a bit. Should probably have a shower... That was no issue.
Another thing I was grateful for, the hot water system was working perfectly. Everything was looking up for Al! Shower thoughts were most definitely welcome, dreaming about (Y/n), holding her in my arms, fucking her senseless! My penis twitched delightfully at the thought.
Then I felt disgusted. What am I meant to do about her shitface boyfriend? I guess I'll just kill him. Or I could use him as bait. I chuckled, "Come with me and this dickhead can live!" Perfect! And then I'll beat him up to the point of near death and make him live the rest of his life in pain, both physical and emotional.
Turning off the shower, I dried myself and got dressed in my own clothes, not those ridiculous stolen ones. This felt much, much better, and I was surprised they themselves weren't dusty. Spraying myself with deodorant, my eyes lit up at my precious. How could I skip of you, my baby? As I was walking by the door, I saw my gorgeous, nailed baseball bat! Oh, the damage I can't wait to do with you~ I can't believe I had gone so long without you! Holding it tenderly in my arms, I kissed the stained wood and traced a finger over a nail.
"Ooh!" I yelped, giggling as blood dripped from the tip of my index, "You naughty, slut you~" Twirling her around in my hand, I put my favourite dark, rouge jacket on, I felt complete. Well, almost. Now I just needed my Doll.
...
I had driven the snowplough as close to the road as I could without it being spotted. I then began walking down it while tossing a rock up down in my hand, looking out for any vehicles coming down here. I knew there was mansion with some rich fucker on the very top, so hopefully someone would be coming down from there. Either that or someone passing by from the other side. Thankfully, it wasn't too long before someone came down. I used the rock to throw it at the car, it smashed the passenger window and the driver skid and pulled over. It was a simple, black car, so it wasn't too suspicious and I liked that.
The driver came out and expected the window, "What the fuck..."
"Hey," I walked up behind him, readying my bat. He turned around only to widened his eyes, but I doubt he had time to process. I smashed the nailed-bat into his skull, the force tearing his neck and making his entire body hit the ground with immense power. I could hear the pleasuring, bone-breaking sound as his head collided with the bitumen. My nails were stuck in his skull, so I placed my foot beside the bat and yanked it out, "Oh YEAH!" This was how things were meant to be. The nails had dragged across his skin and skull easily, opening it and allowing the contents to spill out. Juice, brain, hair; it all painted the road like a gory canvas. Breathing heavily in ecstasy, I stuck my tongue out and panted like the fucking dog I am. Leaning down, I grabbed his ankle and spun him around, more of his insides flying out and his head tearing ever more from his body. Before it could fling off itself, I tossed him into the forest, the sound of his corpse rolling down the rocky hill. Cackling, I dusted my hands of my work and smirked triumphantly, "If a dead body is tossed into the forest and no one is around to hear it, does it still make a sound?" The answer is yes.
I got into the car and drove off, on my way to find my Doll. Ah, the peaceful sound of a car. But I wanted music. Just as I turned on the radio, I flipped through the channels, perfect timing of Frank Sinatra's song, My Way.
I smiled and cranked up the volume and heating, singing, "And now, the end is near; and so I face the final curtain. My friend, I'll say it clear~ I'll state my case, of which I'm certain." Here I come, Dollface~
...
I pulled up to her apartment complex and made my up the stairs, they seemed to have gotten the elevator fixed, but nah, the stairs were fine. It was as I was passing a mirror in the hallway did I notice I was tired. There were bags under my eyes and just everything looked... sunken. Understandable, as I pretty much hadn't slept since I escaped. Only a couple of hours in a day, but sometimes I'd go days without slumber. Oliver would have a fit at my habits lately. Well, once I get my Doll, we can sleep all we want.
I kicked the door open to see a woman and what I assumed to be her child. Looking around, the place looked different, 'smelt' different. Did she move? The two screamed. I stared at them with glowering, red eyes and pointed my dripping bat at them, "Where's the lady that used to live here?"
The mother held her daughter and shook cowardly, "I don't know..."
"What's going o -" A man cam from the hallway, straightening a tie, "Who are you?"
"Where's (Y/n)?" I repeated, getting impatient. I hadn't come all this way to find out she's gone.
"Who?" The man questioned, taking slow steps to his family.
I growled and smashed my bat into the wall, the plaster crumbling around her, "WHERE IS SHE?!"
The man held up his hands in surrender and began making slow steps to me now, "Easy there, fella. Just explain yoursel- ARGH!"
"AHH!" The mother screamed, holding her daughter closer.
I had swung my bat and got him square in the face. He wasn't dead, and I didn't hit hard enough for him to be unconscious, but he was writhing on the ground, only making small grunts here and there. "That. Was a warning..." I glared at the mother. I took a step closer and she tried to move back, "There was a lady living here before you. Where is she?"
"I - I don't k-know," She stuttered, crying with her daughter. I narrowed my eyes and raised my bat when she shouted, "The landlord! A-ask the l-landlord! She might know!"
"Where is she?" I questioned.
"The house next door, right when you leave the entrance." I turned to leave and I could hear her scurrying behind me. Quickly turning back, she stopped suddenly and looked pale, almost like she was to have an attack. She was trying to reach her husband. Laughing manically, I left them to it.
I knocked on the door and small woman with glasses came out, "Yes?"
"I'm looking for (Your Full Name), do you know where she went?" I asked her, smiling.
She looked me up and down and gasped, holding a hand to her mouth, "Alfred?"
I oughta smack her into next century for that, however I went with, "I'm her lover, yes, that much is true."
"Oh, (Y/n) is going to be so happy you're back! We all thought you were dead... Never do that again, Mr.!" She lightly smacked my arm and my eye twitched. Just tell me where (Y/n) was Goddamni- Wait...
"You thought I was dead?" I raised an eyebrow.
She adjusted her glasses, her vision obviously already faded pretty badly, "Well when a soldier goes M.I.A without notice and no evidence of them whatsoever, for as long as YOU have might I add, of course we are going to think this."
That douchebag was missing? My eyes lit up, "Yeah, well, I wanna keep it a surprise, ya know? So don't tell her~"
"Oh of course not, but record it for me, okay? I wanna see her face when she finds you back," You she went inside for a moment.
"You got it," I snickered. This was way too easy!
She came back with a piece of paper and handed it to me, "This is her new address."
I took it and fist-pumped the air, "Yes!"
"Oh Alfred, it's good to have you back," She clasped her hands together and smiled, tilting her head to the right.
"Yeah yeah, whatever." I muttered, walking off.
So close now. As I went down the sidewalk and to the car, I came near an alleyway and heard bashing. Looking around the corner, I saw a man with, holy fucking shit, a baseball with nails in it. He was bludgeoning the other guy pretty badly, his arm was almost torn off.
"Oi," I called out. e looked over at me and I noticed his bat was splintered and just... Wrong. Does he even take care of his weapon? I grit my teeth, "The fuck..."
He scrunched his nose up at me, "Well well well, looks like we have a copycat."
"Nope, just an asshole," I pointed my bat at him, "Look at the way you treat her? Not. Cool. Are you the one that's been going around and destroying my name?"
He looked angered, like wow! I must've pissed him off easily, because his head looked as if it were about to fly off and attack me itself. He smashed his bat against the brick wall, the thing breaking under his hold. What a fucking novice. How can he treat such a beautiful thing like this? He needs to be taught a lesson. "You're that Allen Jones fucker!" He shouted.
"Guilty~ But what am I not guilty of lately?" I chuckled.
"They always mistaken my work for yours!" He screamed out.
I looked down at the mangled corpse and got angry myself, "Those fuckers. I'm way more talented than you!" He screamed, obviously that set him off the edge, and charged at me full force. He raised his bat, about to swing. As he was within reach, I simply raised mine, the very end colliding with his face, the nails digging in every direction. "I don't have time for this," I told him, breaking his legs once he was down. I then turned to another fallen victim, "I will put you out of your misery." Raising my beloved, I smashed my bat onto his, breaking it into itty bitty parts, nails and wood going everywhere. Pulling back, I pouted and cradled my bat, "It's okay, we did a good thing today."
Now we could go on in peace.

(YOUR POV)

Your back was killing you! Gods, could you use a massage. Today was one of the more annoying cases, the girl just wouldn't shut up! She keyed her ex's car and did anything and everything to defend herself, it. Was. 'Hella crazy', as she would say.
But you were home now, and you couldn't wait to just get in the hot shower and relax. The night was dark, but Mrs. Sheila always had a light on in the hall. You opened the gate and walked through, only to be greeted by her and her obese cat, "You're late."
Your eyebrows furrowed, "There's no curfew."
She pursed her lips and shrugged her shoulders, shimmering, "Well maybe I should make one."
"Please, no!" You begged, mockingly. Ah yes, the perks of living across from her was to play along with her games. Deep down, you actually thing Mrs. Sheila liked you. Maybe.
She turned to go inside, "Then maybe make sure you're on time."
Whatever on time was, you had yet to find out, "Yes Mrs. Sheila... Grandma... Lady...?"
"Hm," she flicked her silver hair, Pudgens hissing and pawing at you over her shoulder before she shut the door completely.
You giggled and smiled and turned to your own door, opening it and flicking on the lights. As your happy expression gazed up, you met a familiar figure sitting on your dining table. Your own eyes widened and you stepped back, a short scream leaving you, "Ah!" You fell back and onto your bum, your case falling to the ground beside you.
He chuckled and looked down at you with a smirk, his missing tooth hole visible, "Hey there, Dollface. It's nice to be greeted with a smiling girl~"
You swallowed thickly and managed to stutter out, "A-Allen..."
He knelt down in front of your quivering form, "That's right, Doll." He lent close to your hair, pinching some between his fingers and smelling it, "Gods, I've missed you." He was almost too afraid to touch you, his hands visibly shaking. Suddenly, his arms began encircling you, not yet touching you. You stayed perfect still, afraid. Once he deemed satisfied, you were engulfed in a hug. Your eyes watered, you couldn't handle this... "I've missed you, (Y/n)." You were still grieving... "Did you miss me?"
You swallowed thickly, "H-How did you escape?"
He pulled back, his red eyes gleaming into yours, "It doesn't really matter, but if you want to know, well, let's just say riots aren't a hard thing to start there." Tears escaped your ducts, falling down your cheeks. He wiped them away with his thumb and smiled, "Awww, are you this happy to see me?" One of his hands slowly came up and harshly gripped the hair on the back of your head, it didn't hurt, but you were aware of him even more than before. His face came closer as he snickered and smirked, "Or perhaps it's the thought of your missing 'ex'?"
Your eyebrows knit together and you shoved him away, "You're a fucking prick! Go back to prison you criminal!" How dare he show up out of no where and mess with you like this?!
Allen stood up, unaffected by your words, and walked back over to the table, picking up an object you had neglected. Your eyes widened at a nailed, baseball bat. He lifted it up and admired it, stroking it with fondness, "My two favourite girls." He swung his bat over his shoulder and held a hand out to you, "C'mon, let's go home."
As he walked closer to you, you crawled back and out the door, breathing out, "Wha?"
"I have a beautiful, large home out in the forest, away from the city and every one else. That's where we are going to live."
His hand went to grab yours but you just slapped it away, "Get lost! This... This... This is impossible! You're insane!"
He only chuckled darkly, "Oh Dollface, you haven't seen the half of it." You screamed and kicked as he scooped you up and threw you over his shoulder, "Have you gained weight?" You ignored him, struggling even harder, pushing against him and trying to knee his chest. He laughed at you, "I was only joking, geez!"
"HELP!!!" You screamed as loud as you could, your voice cracking. You couldn't tell if you were more frustrated, angry or scared at this point. You knew you should be fearing for your life, but you were just too depressed to care right now. It was a horrible thing, but you tried to push through it. "ANYONE!!!!" A small part of you thought, 'maybe it was fate Allen that was taking you away'. You have begun to really dislike your job, or more so not caring or bothering with it. You only went so Elizabeta and Kiku stopped worrying. You've started crossing the street without even looking, not bothering with the safety of your life. Sure, you had some good times, fun friends... You tried to think of what else but couldn't. "PLEASE..."
Allen began rubbing your butt before his hand moved to massage between your legs, making you wet; it felt like a sculptor working on his masterpiece. His fingers pushed at the perfect force as they slid along your clothed opening. Gods, you hadn't been touched like this in what felt like ever... "Don't worry, Dollface, I'll take care of you," He said, his voice sounding genuine.
Alfred had left you and Allen returned. While you grieved for one you lusted for the other. Fuck Alfred... Fuck Allen! These two men had complicated your life to no extent. "Let me go..." You begged, your voice giving up.
He opened the passenger door to his car and 'plopped' you inside. As soon as it closed, he locked it, but that didn't stop you from trying the handle. You couldn't give up yet! Even though you kind of wanted to. Allen waited until you stopped with the door handle and unlocked the car, getting in. You quickly opened your door and tried to jump out but Allen grabbed your wrist and pulled you back, "Oh no you don't!" He lent over and shut the door before locking it again. He then grabbed your seat belt and plugged you in. As he pulled back only slightly, his face was in front of your blushing one. His eyes darted to your lips. You thinned them and glared at him. His red gaze returned to your blazing, (e/c) one for a while. You relaxed your face for only a millisecond, but that's all it took, for Allen moved swiftly, pecking your lips with his own. When he adjusted himself in the car, he did a little shimmy and started the engine with a victory smile, "Got'ch'ya!"
You scowled, rubbing your forearm over your mouth with the sleeve of your outfit. Allen sped off, ignoring any sign on the road and doing his own thing. You stared at the dashboard, momentarily unfazed before wanting to cry suddenly. Oh goodness, Mrs. Sheila was rubbing off on you with her... bi-polar-ness? You sniffled and let the tears fall, whimpering out, "You might as well let me go, I'm useless!"
Allen looked at you with worry before back at the road, "What makes you say that?"
"I'm an unfit human being! I've failed at life... Everything is fucking shit! *sniffle* Just please... If you're going to kill me, do it now."
"Kill you?!" He pulled over and grabbed your face in his hands, smooshing your cheeks, "The fuck makes you thing that?" His stern expression became soft as he whispered kindly, "Dollface, I love you."
You shook your head and released yourself from him, but he only ended up grabbing your hands instead, "No! If anything it's probably only a stupid crush. Any one to love me must have something wrong with them..."
He deadpanned, "Well it's no secret I'm deranged. But listen, anyone would be lucky to have you! Just a shame for them because now I stole you and I don't ever plan on letting you go."
Your eyes looked like that of a helpless puppy, staring up at him, your lips doing a little, pouting quiver, "What's going to happen?"
"I'm going to take you home and condition you. Don't fret, you'll love it there! I may seem a bit harsh at first, but I'll just let you know now, I can be a very protective and obsessive person. To some, it may seem like you're my pet, but really you're my girl, and I just want what is right for us." He paused before driving off again and saying, "Which may be a bit of a 'demented' relationship, but hey, it's OUR relationship." You stayed silent, not commenting, just trying to silently say goodbye to your friends. But fucking ALLEN made it HARD when he comes out with, "And when we get home, I'm gonna shove my massive cock in your tight pussy and fuck you like you've never been fucked." He noticeably shivered in delight, "You have nooo idea how long I've waited for this." This should most definitely not send pleasure to erupt within your nether, but it did.
During the long ride, you twisted and turned, trying to find a comfortable spot for your back, "For fuck's sake..." You muttered.
"What is it?" Al questioned, glancing at you. You began heading up a mountain.
Rubbing the sore bits, you told him, "It's my back, it hasn't stopped hurting for days."
Tilting his head, he licked his lips before answering, "Well how about this: when we get home, I'll run us a nice bath and give you a relaxing massage... Before I take you to the bedroom and claim you once and for all! Mwahahaaha!" He acted out the last bit, obviously excited.
You didn't smile. Did you want to? Maybe a little bit, but you didn't. You just rolled over to look out the window, the sound of the radio playing gently in the air, "Whatever. I don't care."
He sighed but left it there. You came to a driveway hidden amongst the trees. He stopped the car, "This is it, it's down there... I'm gonna get out now, and you're going to follow me. I'm then going to push this car down the cliff on the other side and we are going to get in a snowplough I have hidden just down the track. Don't you dare try to escape, got it?"
You raised an eyebrow, "'Kay."
"Good." He unlocked the door and you both got out. As he pushed it down the cliff, you began walking away, not even caring. You stepped your way down the road of thee mountain. As you made a bit of a distance, but really nothing at all, you could here Allen call you, "Hey!" He stomped up to you and picked you up, your legs hanging over one of his arms while your back was against the other. Your head lazed on his chest as he carried you back, "Goddammit (Y/n), what did I just say?"
"Um..." You looked away, watching the environment around you, "You just kidnapped me. And then you expected me to follow your directions? It's like... Have you ever done this before or what?" Great, now you sounded like your previous court case. That girl had some serious sass.
"Har. Har. Har." Al mocked with no amusement, "Get on the plough!" He hoisted you up and onto a seat in the plough before getting up himself and driving off. The house was a fair way into the forest, and if it weren't for the driveway, you could easily see yourself getting lost.
You noticed a particular detail, "The snow is getting heavier."
Al looked around, "You're right. I wonder what's that all about?"
You remember seeing this on the news, "A storm was heading this way. Maybe it comes past here first. I wonder if we'll die in it?"
"We won't die!" Al frowned, "This place is prepared for anything, and thanks to Oliver, we're pretty much guaranteed protection."
Oliver... Oliver... You vaguely remembered who that was.
Eventually he drove up and passed a house, towards a barn. You gawked at the surroundings, he wasn't lying when he said it was beautiful. He parked the plough in the barn and got off before helping you down. His hands travelled from your arms to your face, "I can't hold it, I need to do this now." His lips pressed to your in a passionate manner. His mouth moving ever-so-sultry. You didn't react to him, just let him do what he wants. His arms came around you as he deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue inside you and twirling it around. You felt the glimpse of a tongue piercing as he ran it against the roof of your mouth. This feeling caused you to moan as it tickled and made you writhe. He pulled back, both of your faces flushed and blushing. "Come on," He held your hand and walked back, "Let's go."
Once inside, you felt immediate warmth. The heater must be on. To the right you were greeted with a lounge room, and to the left a dining room. Ahead of you were a set of stairs and a hallway. Al went left after locking and securing the door, so you followed. Behind the dining room was an open kitchen, no walls. Behind that, a window to show the back. You noticed this before, but there was a barbecue, a set of chairs and table, a fire pit... Just ordinary, foresty, backyard things.
He went to a table and grabbed a banana, handing it to you, "I bought these in today, eat."
You shook your head, "I'm not hungry."
He sighed and began peeling it, "By the way you've been acting, I'm willing to bet you've neglected yourself of basic human needs. Eat." He shoved the banana in your face.
You pushed it away, "I told you: I. Don't. Want it!"
He grabbed your wrist and stuck the thing in your mouth, "Eat the fucking fruit (Y/n) or so help me!" You mushed up the banana before spitting it in his face. Al stood their with an unimpressed look, "Seriously?" You closed your eyes. The next thing you knew, his hands were on your cheeks and his mushy face was rubbing against yours. You cringed away, staring at him like he was mad. Well... This was also kind of your fault. He smirked at his artwork, "Perfect! Now please, I'm begging you, I'll go and run a bath. You just eat." He grabbed a banana for himself and walked off.
You stared at the yellow and brown spotted fruit. Truth be told, he was right, you have been neglecting yourself. You were hungry, and food was there, you thought to yourself, 'might as well.'

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