A/n: I feel challenged, simple_dumb16

✨TW✨

•Rape
•Torture
•Beatings
•Abuse
•False sense of love

"Smiles can't hide your bloodshot eyes, Patton! God, you need to just try harder! If you don't i'm just not going to let you leave the house! People are asking questions! I can't let you give me away! I'll go to prison! Is that what you WANT?!"

"N-no.." he replied.

"This is all because I love you..you're mine and I need you to understand that. You know no one but me. You see no on but me. And from now on, you will feel nothing but me..."

That was months ago.

Patton's memories were cut off by loud moans above him. He's probably hooking up with someone again..

Patton hadn't been out of his boyfriend's basement in months. He started counting after a week. To be more exact, He'd been in there for about seven months.

It was dark and cold. He longed for warmth. A warmth that he was only able to gain through his boyfriend raping him.

His breath was hitched every time he heard a noise or a creak upstairs. It was only a matter of time before another beating. He counted down the seconds.

He hadn't seen light since he was trapped down there. He hadn't seen anything, in fact. He only felt. He felt the cold, concrete floor, the chains he was bounded by, and the gag in his mouth. He had a blindfold on all day.

When his boyfriend came down to beat or rape him, he brought a lantern. The lights never worked in the basement.

Patton was still sore from last time.

He never spoke. He wasn't allowed. Though, sometimes to keep his sanity, he talked to himself. If his boyfriend heard, he would be severely whipped. He had to be careful.

He wanted to feel something besides cold. So when his boyfriend would beat him, and fill his whole body with an indescribable pain, he counted that as something. He felt fear. He felt sadness and he felt anger.

It was so cold...so, so cold. He hoped his boyfriend would come down soon. There was a 50/50 chance of either rape or beatings. Sometimes both. He'd feel warmth. Maybe comfort for half a second when his boyfriend would whisper while he did it, 'I love you..'

Don't get the wrong idea-he hated it, god, he hated it so, so much...but there was nothing he could do about it. So he tried to look on the brighter side of things..the dark truth was twisted by Patton's vision of butterflies and sunshine.

The hurt and the pain was disguised as warmth and slight comfort.

He knew that when his boyfriend said he loved him, he didn't mean he loved Patton. He meant he loved Patton's body. He loved to torture him.

God, it was cold. So, so cold..

He was shivering. He was also crying. Warm tears streamed down his face. He relished in it. His cold, red tinged cheeks were filled with a slightly warm feeling as the tears began their flow.

He was tied up and chained to the wall. Naked and Vulnerable. Sometimes he was chained, arms above him, standing like a prisoner. Sometimes he was bound to the floor. He preferred the floor. At least then, he could curl up on himself.

Any warmth he could get was relished in.

He was fed a few times a week. Cold chicken broth and maybe a piece of bread if he was lucky. He was given a cup of water each day. His boyfriends
goal was to keep him just on the cusp of living.

If it got dire enough to where he might die, he was fed more and given more water.

This was one of those days. He was constantly drinking water on these types of days. If he was hydrated, that meant more tears. Which meant more warmth. It wasn't much. It was something, though.

He knew it was gross, but it also meant more pee. And pee was warm, sometimes even hot. It was the only real source of warmth that he could get for days.

He thought about all of this. He wished he could escape..

He heard a creak from above and he almost screamed. He heard a door slowly creak open.

"Patton~" he heard, gentle steps coming towards him from the stairs.

He whimpered.

Before he knew it, there was the gentle sound a lantern being set beside them, and the rough tug of clothes being thrown on the floor.

Before he knew it, his boyfriend was on top of him, trailing kisses and bites down his neck and chest. Patton latched onto the warmth, moving around to make the most of it. If it was going to happen anyways, why not make the most out of it? Fighting never worked..

He was flipped over below his boyfriend, and his ass was quickly penetrated. It always hurt. He always bled. But his screams, his pleading, his thrashing, and his fighting-he was never shown mercy.

And despite all of the touching-he was never shown love.

He was shown pain and fear.

But he got a sense of love when he was given gentle touches that he'd force himself to lean into.

"So Vulnerable in my arms.." his boyfriend whispered roughly.

"Vulnerable in your arms.." Patton repeated weakly. He realized what he'd done.

He'd spoken.

"I'll go get the belt.." his boyfriend growled.

'Probably the leather one' Patton thought with a shiver. He was about to feel.

And he couldn't stop crying.

His boyfriend came back and uttered four words Patton heard all too often before pain and fear ensued.. "Because I love you.."

He believed it. He always did. And then he braced himself for the pain that always immediately followed. He felt the pain before he even heard the loud smack of leather against flesh.