Captive [MXM]

A little bit later Warren was tucking me into his bed. I, of course, insisted that he stay with me.

"Warren," I whispered as he intertwined our fingers and I rested my head on his shoulder. "Can you forgive me for hating you?"

He kissed the top of my head, "if you can love me now then you didn't really hate me in the first place.

"Is that a yes?" I asked and peered up at him.

"Yes, babydoll," he mumbled and squeezed my hand tighter. We were mostly quiet after that. Warren did some more work on his laptop and I was content to just sit with him under the covers.

He seemed to hit a block after a minute and looked at me.

"Paige?" Warren whispered.

"Uh-huh," I mumbled in response.

"I need you to tell me what happened," he swallowed.

My stomach dropped in sudden fear.

"I have to?" My voice trembled.

"I would like you to. You don't have to be specific," he turned to me and shut his laptop, "I just need to know."

I nodded and crawled into his lap so he could hold me.

"Okay, Daddy," I sighed and pressed my face into his neck, "I broke up with him about a month ago. I thought he took it well. Then these two men stopped me on the street and knocked me out of something. I was at that stupid house for weeks," I began and swallowed, "he used a cane on my hands even when I told him to stop. I had tried to get away. He made me watch a slideshow of pictures- horrible pictures. The things you'd done."

Warren squeezed me tighter and I swallowed before going on.

"Then I needed him to let his guard down. I needed him to t-trust me," my eyes watered at the memories, "I didn't want to do it. I was so scared. But I let him d-do it and I cried the whole time but he didn't stop- I didn't stop him."

He completely froze and then practically vibrated with fury, "I wish that motherfucker was still alive because I'd cut off his dick and make him fucking choke on it."

I quivered and whimpered as salty tears dripped down my cheeks, "I was so scared."

He squeezed me in his arms. Now his eyes were gleaming with tears, "I'm never going to let anyone lay a hand on you ever again. If anyone wants to touch you then they'll have to kill me first because I-"

His voice cracked. A tear fell, "I love you so much, Paige. I wasn't there. I could have saved you but instead he hurt you," tears dripped down his face, "I let him hurt you."

"It's not your fault," I whimpered as he wiped a hand down his face.

"He raped you," he whispered to himself as his lower lip trembled, "my poor little Paige. My babydoll."

"I-I never said no," I sniffled and hugged him closer."

"Paige," he shook, "he kept you there against your will. You didn't want to be there. You didn't want it."

"I'm sorry, Warren," I hiccuped, "I wish I never left you."

I kissed at his wet cheeks and straddled him, "don't blame yourself, sweetheart. It's not your fault."

"I love you," I sniffled and hugged him close.

His hand cupped the nape of my neck, "I love you too, babydoll."

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When I woke up my heart immediately dropped. Warren was gone and I was so scared that it had all been a dream. I leapt up so quickly that my legs were still tangled in the blanket and I fell off the bed. I cried out and thrashed against it in frustration. The door slammed open.

"Paige," Warren called and disentangled me slowly before dragging me into his lap, "what's wrong? Was it a nightmare?"

I shook my head and placed my hand over my eyes, "I woke up and you were gone. I thought you left me."

"No, no, no," he hummed and cradled me, "I'll never leave you again."

I sighed and rested my head against his chest, "where were you?"

"I have to report the elimination of Evanston's faction," he shrugged, "there will be a meeting tonight."

I frowned, "because I'm off-limits?"

He paused, "who told you about that?"

"Mateo."

"Who is that?" He asked and tucked my hair behind my ear.

"He's Mr. Matthias' boyfriend," I shrugged. I didn't know their last names.

Warren narrowed his eyes, "Matthias Alexia?"

"I don't know," I cocked my head to the side, "can I come with you?"

"To the meeting?" He sounded baffled.

"I don't think that's-"

"Please, Daddy?" I murmured and he narrowed his eyes.

"You just have me wrapped around your little finger, don't you?" He arched a brow and I giggled. It felt good to laugh again. It felt good to feel small and warm and happy in his arms again.

It felt good to have Warren.