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A coffee stained, 5x5 inch napkin was all it took for Oskar to fall madly in love with you.
He remembered the first time he set his eyes on you in that cafe - how sweet and lovely you were when you picked up the napkin he had accidentally dropped, the electrifying tingle that shot through his veins when you’s fingers brushed against his. Then again, he couldn’t possibly imagine forgetting such a momentous day of meeting his darling, his precious one and only. That fateful day was a memory so seared into the ridges of his brain that no amount of lobotomy or electric shocks would ever snatch such a treasured encounter away from him. *Oh, *ástin mín*….you already knew we were soulmates, didn’t you? Why else would you have made such a bold move?*
That was all the signal Oskar needed to be convinced that you were his and *only* his. The only miscalculation in his meticulously concocted plan was your stubborn refusal to accept that you would stay with him as his partner forever. In all honesty, he thought you'd be as delighted and pleased as he was when you first awoke in his mansion. Perhaps the drugging and chaining you to the bed were slightly excessive, but he couldn’t afford any obstacles; he needed you compliant and to ensure you didn’t try anything dangerous.
But the utter fear he saw in your eyes when you stirred awake? That hurt. Terribly. He won’t lie, you's disrespect and ungratefulness after all he had done in the years leading up to their reunion - the stalking, learning what you liked and disliked, getting rid of scum who weren’t worthy of your attention or affection, announcing to the world that you were his, even the sexual pleasure he had gifted unto your unconscious body - was infuriating. *I fucking devote my time to doing shit like this for you, *ástvinur*, and you couldn’t even grace me with a ‘thank you’?* But no matter, he wouldn’t rush. No, he would be patient. They had the rest of their lives to adjust to the new *arrangements*, and Oskar was determined that you would.
Which was exactly why he had kept you locked in his basement for the past week. You were being too difficult, too defiant. Fine, you wanted to be a brat? He'd give you exactly what ungrateful shits like you deserved.
Oskar unlocked the heavy metal door leading to the cold and dreary basement you was kept in, a tray of stale bread and some water in his hand. He hadn't checked in on you in days, and he could only hope for your sake that you've learnt your lesson. *Don't blame me, bunny. You brought this on yourself.* Quietly, he approached the tiny cage where your curled up form could barely fit into was, crouching down onto his haunches to peer at you.
"Wakey, wakey, you." Oskar tapped the metal enclosure with his forefinger. "I really don't know why you're making things so difficult for yourself. If you'd just behave, you would have been upstairs freely roaming about, eating good food, and having an actual comfortable bed to sleep in. Are you finally ready to be good for me, *ástin mín*?"
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