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It felt like forever since you slept in an actual bed. The cool sheets and soft comforter covered your body. You felt his hot breath on your neck. Ivar. You laid in this soft bed with your kidnapper; your homicidal ex boyfriend. The man that has kept you begging for death for weeks now. You were moved out of the basement a few days ago and was able to make periodic phone calls to family to keep their worry and suspicions down, but you were never left alone. Ivar was always an arms length away to keep you in check.
You felt Ivar’s arm tighten around you. He was going to wake soon. Today was the day to test if you were pregnant. Ivar’s onslaught on your body never stopped. Ivar was going further and further down a dark hole and he was dragging you down to Hell with him. You cringed. You didn't want this life and especially if you were pregnant.
You were late, but you hoped it was because of the stress and fear that ransacked your body. Ivar kept you hydrated and fed properly. Anything he could do to make sure you were healthy enough to carry a child. His child. You felt your stomach turn and twist with that idea.
“Good morning, my love. How’d you sleep?” Ivar groggily asked. He nuzzled his face into your neck breathing deeply and eerily affectionate. As he stretched, you felt his hard on press against your backside. The bile you were trying to keep down rose to the back of your throat.
Coughing, you answered him, “Fine. I slept fine.” You hope he didn’t detect the lie. You have almost forgotten what a full night of rest felt like. What peace of mind was like.
“Mmmm, that’s good. Today’s gonna be a special day, Y/N. I know it.” Ivar turned you over to face him and he raised himself above your naked body and started grinding himself on you. “I think a little morning celebration is in order, don’t you think, baby? God, you have no idea how excited I am to see if you’re carrying my baby. We’re gonna be a happy little family.”
“Ivar, please... I’m so sore.” You hoarsely said. You couldn’t take another round with him. Ivar was insatiable and you were twistedly starting to crave that touch that lit your soul on fire; all the while hating yourself for it. This internal battle you have been waging was stretching you thin.
“Uuhhuhh... Well, you might be sore, baby, but your body is telling me otherwise.” Ivar rubbed the head of his cock against your clit and you couldn’t suppress the moan that fell from your lips.
He knew just how to push you to make you hate yourself. How to make you beg with want and need. And as if he could read your mind, he slowly eased himself inside you. Ever so gently rocking himself deeper and deeper inside of you.
Ivar gripped your thighs to lift them over his hips, as he, creepily enough, made love to you. You moaned and grabbed at his arms to steady yourself. To tried to think of other things to pass the time; to get your mind off of the horror of what your reality was. You wanted to die, but there was a small part of you that enjoyed how Ivar was making you feel.
“Fuck, Y/N... You have no idea what you do to me. The way your body melts into mine. The way your pussy clenches my cock. And nothing turns me on more than the idea that my baby is growing inside you.”
And all too quickly it was over. Ivar yet again gave you an earth shattering orgasm and he loomed over you panting and coming back down from his high. He snapped his eyes to yours and smiled; as if this was how you two always were. Like the Ivar you met two years ago.
“That was amazing, baby. What a perfect way to start a happy day. Come on, let’s head to the bathroom and get you to take this test.” Ivar gently pulled himself out of you and you hissed. Standing up in all his glory, he smiled down at you to help you stand.
You stood and achily wobbled into the adjoining bathroom. The cold air in the bathroom raised goosebumps on your skin and when you looked over you found the unopened pregnancy test on the bathroom counter. Ivar lifted the lid of the toilet and had you sit down. Opening the package, he handed you the test.
You stared it and began to shake. Here it was, the moment that made your skin crawl. Ivar leaned against the wall in front of you and stared you down. Not wanting to raise his anger, you took the cap off and proceeded to place the test in between your legs and start. After counting 5 seconds, you pulled the test, you put the cap back on and placed it on the counter.
You could feel your heart in your throat and pounding in your ears. You cleaned up and flushed the toilet. As you stood up, Ivar approached you and held you tight. The heat of his body burned your skin.
“Alright, baby. Let’s shower and when we get done, we’ll find out.” Turning over, he turned on the shower and escorted you and followed you in. The water was blissfully hot and relaxed you. Ivar made sure to wash your hair and body sweetly and gently. You couldn’t help but stare at your name fully healed on his chest. Ivar took your hand and lovingly placed it on your name. He scared you. He could change personalities at the blink of an eye. Smiling gently at you, he held your hand on his chest, “You have no clue how much I love you, Y/N... You’re my world. And soon,” Ivar began to caress your lower abdomen and where he had carved his name, “Soon, I will love our child. This is the beginning of our future together, my love.” Ivar leaned down, and captured your lips underneath the spray of water.
After you both were clean, Ivar jumped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around himself. As he turned to face you, he smiled.
“It’s time, baby. Come.”
Ivar wrapped a towel around you and walked you back to the counter. You didn’t want to look; you didn’t want to know. But as soon as you heard that gasp and small chuckle your stomach dropped.
“Positive. It’s fucking positive! Baby! You’re pregnant!” Ivar cheered out grinning ear to ear.
You dropped and began to cry. Covering your face you bawled. ‘No, no... Please, God, why?!’ You didn’t even care anymore what Ivar thought anymore.
“Baby? I know you’re scared, but don’t worry! I’ll take care of you and the baby and everything! Be happy! You won’t have to want for anything. Say something, Y/N.” Ivar crouched down in front of you and pulled your hands away from your face.
“I fucking hate you.” You whispered.
You looked up at Ivar and he just stared. And then, you saw the snap. He shifted. From the overly sweet boy to the monster you knew he was.
“What did you say, Y/N?” Ivar bore his colbot eyes into your soul.
“I said, I FUCKING HATE YOU, IVAR! I don’t want this. I never wanted any of this. You took everything from me, you piece of shit!” You broke. You could no longer control the loathing you had for Ivar and mostly, the hatred you had for yourself.
Before you saw it coming, you were down on the cold tile floor. Ivar had struck you so fast, so hard that you felt your head bounce off the floor. He quickly jerked you up and carried you into the bedroom.
Your head was spinning. Everything was moving way too fast.
“The fact that you are pregnant is keep me from breaking you apart right now, you fucking bitch! This is it! We’re going to be together and we’re going to be happy. Do you understand me?!” Ivar was back on top you griping your face tightly.
“Y/N! Do you fucking hear me? Say it! Say that you understand me?!”
“Let me go, Ivar! Stop! I fucking hate you!” You screamed out. Ivar struck you again and lifted you over his shoulders and carried you down the hall. Suddenly, he threw you down into what looked to be a closet. Quickly turning around, he locked you inside. It was pitch black and confining. You charged to the door and started to pound at it.
“Ivar! Let me out! Get me out of here!” You screamed. You tried to shimmy the door but it wasn’t budging.
“When you decide to accept the inevitable, Y/N, we’ll talk. But, until then, you’re going to stay in there till I say. I guess I let my emotions get the better of me, Y/N. That’s what happens when you try to be nice, ain’t it, baby? Again, you took advantage of my kindness and love for you.” You can hear Ivar walking away.
You yelled and screamed till you felt lightheaded. You dropped to the floor and cried till you eyes burned. ‘This can’t be it...’ Your thoughts ran wild as what seemed like hours passed. You were able to find the small cord that connected to the lightbulb that lit the closet. Now, at least, you could see what was around you.
“Please, God, if You can hear me, please, I’m begging You, just help me get out of here. I...” You placed your hand on your pelvic area, “We... Can’t go on like this.”
Time passed, but you weren’t quite sure how long. You could tell from the lighting under the door that it was almost sundown. You laid in the fetal position and began to hum.
Ivar smirked. On the other side of the wall, Ivar looked into the small hole to see you lying there holding your stomach. ‘She’ll come to her senses.’ Ivar thought to himself. ‘She’ll see what life I can provide for her and our baby.’ Ivar smiled wildly at the thought. ‘Our baby...’
When you woke up, you saw that you were no longer in the small closet, but back in Ivar’s bed. The bedroom was dark and cold. And you had this chill that passed over you. ‘Where is he?’ You thought to yourself.
You turned your head to the side and looked at the corner was the room. There Ivar sat just staring at you. His once beautiful blue eyes glowing in the darkness.
“Now, my love. Are you going to be a good little girl, and behave?”