Darling readers! Hello again, it's been far too long! Really. Anyway, I have been re-reading the story and I want to make some major changes, so I will probably be going back, adding chapters, fixing this old thing up until it's brand-spanking-new! Yeah, but thanks for keeping with me, I know I can be quite frustrating, but comments really do help me with my writing stamina, so every little comment counts! Thanks and enjoy!

You never realize how much you appreciate waking up at the crack of dawn for education purposes until you've been kidnapped by your evil, more sexy twin, locked in a pit of eternal darkness (or some shit like that) and trapped there for a few weeks. God, school sounded so good right about now. You glance around the pitch black room for the umpteenth time, eyebrows furrowing as you bit back a frustrated scream. It had been hours since you've been in contact with anyone; it was starting to grate on your nerves. Even contact with your weirdo capturer would be better than this, at least it would be some—your inner tantrum cut off as suddenly he's face to face with you, and you do scream a bit this time. He chuckles and you back the fuck up, scrambling on hands and legs to get away from him. He watched you from beneath a curtain of thick, dark lashes, eyes glittering with mischief. He leans in and presses a kiss to your lips, what he calls "claiming you." You internally groan, this random kissing thing was his jam. At first, you struggled against his kisses, but you found out quickly that if you pushed him away, he'd call out those shadows. It was not a pleasant experience.

"I love how you think you can just kiss me on a whim." You spit at him, glaring with violet fire in your eyes. He touches your cheek, cupping it with an amused smile,

"What a fiery spirit my little gem has."

You roll your eyes.

'When are you planning to take me back home?" He pulls you into his lap, kissing your neck. You repress a shudder of disgust.

"You are home. Right here, in my arms."

You haven't eaten since this whole ordeal started. He sometimes leaves you water, just enough to live, but your stomach yearns for something, anything to eat. You clutch your stomach, hissing in pain as another loud, angry growl racks your frame. Shit.

You're stopped dead in your tracks as you smell something. Something delicious, something edible, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't salivate on the spot. You try to see the source through the curtain of darkness enshrouding you, but to no avail, the stuff was thick. Then suddenly, he was there, holding a plate of food, oh my God, there is a heaven. You watch him with a weary look as he settles on the floor, the plate of food in his lap. He spears a piece of meat, still pink in the middle, juices gushing from the pressure, and presents it to you.

"Eat."

You reach for the fork, but he keeps it out of your grasp.

"I'll feed you."

You glare as your traitor stomach makes an angry noise at your lack of ravenous eating. You wouldn't stoop to that level; you would not let him feed you like some sort of animal. You refuse to depend on the likes of him. He raises his eyebrows at you.

"But…you are hungry." He says, as if he could hear your thoughts clear as day.

"Not that hungry." You growl, pangs of hunger nearly making you double over.

He observes you with interest, like a child observing some bizarre, trampled and crushed animal lying dead in the road, before picking himself up off the ground with all the grace of a lion after a kill.

And he leaves. With the food. You practically scream for him to come back, ready to throw yourself at his feet and beg for food, but you hold it in, your pride fading, but still there.

The next time he comes, he feeds you.