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"I, uh. I heard you playing last night."

"Hm?"

"Your guitar. It was... It was nice," Thomas spit out the words awkwardly in an attempt to befriend his captor. He was sitting in the kitchen eating a bowl of frosted flakes with his wrists shackled in front of him. His chest and legs are bound to the chair the same way they were when the woman made pancakes. It seems that this was how he would eat most of his meals.

The woman looks at him quizzically. "You shouldn't be awake in the middle of the night. You need to sleep."

"How long have you been playing?"

She has this sour expression and shrugs before answering him. "A couple years."

"Will you play again sometime?"

"Maybe. If you behave."

"Nico tried learning the guitar, but he's just used to wind instruments."

"Hm."

"How did you learn?"

"My friend showed me."

He stirs his cereal, unsure of what to say next. "Um, I noticed you have a tattoo. What does it mean?" She stops what she's doing when he asks this.

"...It's a deer skull."

"Is there a story behind it?"

She doesn't answer him. She just dumps her cereal down the sink and turns to him. Suddenly Thomas feels very afraid. The next second, she lunges at him and he tries to shield himself with his arms, but she grabs the shackles and holds them behind his head. The pain in his arms come back and he trembles.

"What, what did I say? Did I say something- something wrong?" He struggles against her but she grabs his hair and yanks it back.

"I know what you're doing. You're getting too comfortable with me."

"No, I-"

"You're not going to do that. I won't let you go just because you're nice."

"I'm just being polite! I swear!"

"You're a liar." She slaps him and lets go of his cuffs, only to grab the back of the chair and drag it down the hallway. He protests and tries to squirm his way out of the ropes binding him down but his struggles are fruitless.

"No, wait, please, I'm sorry! You're right, you're right, I'm sorry! Please let me go!" He looks up at her, praying she won't hurt him like she did yesterday. Her face is nearly expressionless, save for a flash of... sadness? Thomas tries to reason with her.

"Look, I- I just think that if you'd realize what you're doing, you'd stop!"

"I know exactly what I'm doing." She pushes the chair down sideways and he falls to the floor. The boy finds himself face to face with the bathroom tile. The woman unties the ropes on his shins, releasing them from the chair, but immediately uses the same rope to make tight cuffs on his ankles. Next she unties the rope around his chest and uses that on his wrists on top of the handcuffs. Once the rope has secured his hands together, she unlocks the metal cuffs and tosses them aside. Then she loops the rest of the rope from his wrists onto the shower pipe. Thomas was really starting to hate having his hands bound above his head- it was especially painful. The woman grabs his chin to force him to look at her. She smirks.

"Youre gonna wash that attitude away."

"Miss, please, I didn't mean-" he stops when he sees her remove her knife from the strap on her leg. "What are you doing with that?" he says weakly. She doesn't answer him, she just takes the knife to his collarbone and rests it dangerously on his skin. He trembles, trying not to move with the blade so close to his neck. She has that animalistic look on her face again.

RRRRIIIIPPPP. The knife slashes down the front of his shirt, exposing his bare chest. Thomas self-consciously turns away and whimpers softly. God, he's terrified and humiliated. But she's not done. After she rips the shreds of his shirt from his shoulders, she torments him by pulling at his pants with the tip of the knife. The edge just barely skims his hips and he tries to pull away, but he can't. He's tied to the metal pipe. He's helpless.

"Miss, I'm begging you, don't- don't do it." She doesn't listen. With a flick of her wrist, she makes a small cut in the fabric about four inches long. Thomas shudders.

"Please- PLEASE." He urges her. His green eyes are watering and he's really starting to panic. She wouldn't rape him, would she? He can't tell. He can't read her face.

She puts the knife away and straps it to her leg. Thomas breathes a shallow sigh of relief. Too soon. She uses her hands to forcefully tear the rest of the pants down one side, and again on the other. He groans pitifully. This can't be happening. There he is, ankles and wrists bound together tightly, stripped down to his underwear, completely at the mercy of his captor. He shuts his eyes and braces for her hands to grasp at his boxer briefs...

But it doesn't happen. She doesn't touch him. She looks down at him with disdain.

"You prod around in my privacy and I'll take away yours." Then she turns the shower faucet. Icy water shoots down and drenches Thomas, who gasps in surprise. Every single one of his muscles tenses up and he starts to shiver.

"Don't worry, it'll warm up," the woman states nonchalantly. Thomas whimpers, the still-freezing water chilling him to the bone. He looks at her with the most pained look in his eyes

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"Bye, Thomas." She leaves and locks the door.

His breaths begin to quicken, but once the water gets a tad warmer, his shoulders start to relax. Gradually the temperature becomes steaming hot, but not hot enough to burn him. The poor boy just sits there whimpering with the water sprinkling down on him, steam filling the room. All he can do is wait for the woman to come back and turn off the water.

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I have a confession: i drew this picture way before I started Weeks. It wasn't supposed to be Thomas originally. but then after I started Weeks, i decided that I should add this picture to Thomas' storyline. so there's that.
I was sorta unsure of how I wrote this scene. Thomas has been so afraid and he doesn't know the woman's intentions, so his fears are reasonable, but in actuality, she would never take advantage of him.

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"I, uh. I heard you playing last night."

"Hm?"

"Your guitar. It was... It was nice," Thomas spit out the words awkwardly in an attempt to befriend his captor. He was sitting in the kitchen eating a bowl of frosted flakes with his wrists shackled in front of him. His chest and legs are bound to the chair the same way they were when the woman made pancakes. It seems that this was how he would eat most of his meals.

The woman looks at him quizzically. "You shouldn't be awake in the middle of the night. You need to sleep."

"How long have you been playing?"

She has this sour expression and shrugs before answering him. "A couple years."

"Will you play again sometime?"

"Maybe. If you behave."

"Nico tried learning the guitar, but he's just used to wind instruments."

"Hm."

"How did you learn?"

"My friend showed me."

He stirs his cereal, unsure of what to say next. "Um, I noticed you have a tattoo. What does it mean?" She stops what she's doing when he asks this.

"...It's a deer skull."

"Is there a story behind it?"

She doesn't answer him. She just dumps her cereal down the sink and turns to him. Suddenly Thomas feels very afraid. The next second, she lunges at him and he tries to shield himself with his arms, but she grabs the shackles and holds them behind his head. The pain in his arms come back and he trembles.

"What, what did I say? Did I say something- something wrong?" He struggles against her but she grabs his hair and yanks it back.

"I know what you're doing. You're getting too comfortable with me."

"No, I-"

"You're not going to do that. I won't let you go just because you're nice."

"I'm just being polite! I swear!"

"You're a liar." She slaps him and lets go of his cuffs, only to grab the back of the chair and drag it down the hallway. He protests and tries to squirm his way out of the ropes binding him down but his struggles are fruitless.

"No, wait, please, I'm sorry! You're right, you're right, I'm sorry! Please let me go!" He looks up at her, praying she won't hurt him like she did yesterday. Her face is nearly expressionless, save for a flash of... sadness? Thomas tries to reason with her.

"Look, I- I just think that if you'd realize what you're doing, you'd stop!"

"I know exactly what I'm doing." She pushes the chair down sideways and he falls to the floor. The boy finds himself face to face with the bathroom tile. The woman unties the ropes on his shins, releasing them from the chair, but immediately uses the same rope to make tight cuffs on his ankles. Next she unties the rope around his chest and uses that on his wrists on top of the handcuffs. Once the rope has secured his hands together, she unlocks the metal cuffs and tosses them aside. Then she loops the rest of the rope from his wrists onto the shower pipe. Thomas was really starting to hate having his hands bound above his head- it was especially painful. The woman grabs his chin to force him to look at her. She smirks.

"Youre gonna wash that attitude away."

"Miss, please, I didn't mean-" he stops when he sees her remove her knife from the strap on her leg. "What are you doing with that?" he says weakly. She doesn't answer him, she just takes the knife to his collarbone and rests it dangerously on his skin. He trembles, trying not to move with the blade so close to his neck. She has that animalistic look on her face again.

RRRRIIIIPPPP. The knife slashes down the front of his shirt, exposing his bare chest. Thomas self-consciously turns away and whimpers softly. God, he's terrified and humiliated. But she's not done. After she rips the shreds of his shirt from his shoulders, she torments him by pulling at his pants with the tip of the knife. The edge just barely skims his hips and he tries to pull away, but he can't. He's tied to the metal pipe. He's helpless.

"Miss, I'm begging you, don't- don't do it." She doesn't listen. With a flick of her wrist, she makes a small cut in the fabric about four inches long. Thomas shudders.

"Please- PLEASE." He urges her. His green eyes are watering and he's really starting to panic. She wouldn't rape him, would she? He can't tell. He can't read her face.

She puts the knife away and straps it to her leg. Thomas breathes a shallow sigh of relief. Too soon. She uses her hands to forcefully tear the rest of the pants down one side, and again on the other. He groans pitifully. This can't be happening. There he is, ankles and wrists bound together tightly, stripped down to his underwear, completely at the mercy of his captor. He shuts his eyes and braces for her hands to grasp at his boxer briefs...

But it doesn't happen. She doesn't touch him. She looks down at him with disdain.

"You prod around in my privacy and I'll take away yours." Then she turns the shower faucet. Icy water shoots down and drenches Thomas, who gasps in surprise. Every single one of his muscles tenses up and he starts to shiver.

"Don't worry, it'll warm up," the woman states nonchalantly. Thomas whimpers, the still-freezing water chilling him to the bone. He looks at her with the most pained look in his eyes

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"Bye, Thomas." She leaves and locks the door.

His breaths begin to quicken, but once the water gets a tad warmer, his shoulders start to relax. Gradually the temperature becomes steaming hot, but not hot enough to burn him. The poor boy just sits there whimpering with the water sprinkling down on him, steam filling the room. All he can do is wait for the woman to come back and turn off the water.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-

I have a confession: i drew this picture way before I started Weeks. It wasn't supposed to be Thomas originally. but then after I started Weeks, i decided that I should add this picture to Thomas' storyline. so there's that.
I was sorta unsure of how I wrote this scene. Thomas has been so afraid and he doesn't know the woman's intentions, so his fears are reasonable, but in actuality, she would never take advantage of him.

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