"My pretty..." You felt a hand stroke your cheek. Where were you? Groggily, you opened your eyes and turned towards the source of the touch, wincing a bit at the sudden brightness. You saw a man with light brown hair and blue eyes staring down at you. He looked familiar, yet you didn't know who he was at all. The room around you was unfamiliar... it was clean and surrounded by grey walls, perhaps something you'd see in a doctor's room? You shifted a bit. The lack of space on a soft surface made you assume that you were on a tiny bed.

The loving expression he once had morphed into anguish as he squeezed your cheeks painfully.

"How could you do this to us?!" Your brain was flashing with all types of warning signs. You struggled a bit, trying to sound out anything, or get rid of his grasp on you, but to no avail. You were to weak, your arms were too heavy to move, and nothing came out of your mouth except a few moans of displeasure.

'Help...' You begged in your mind.

The man who had your cheeks tightly let go of them roughly, and walked towards a man you don't think you've ever seen before who seemed to be preparing a dome shaped silicone thing that was connected to a tube. The men spoke quietly for a minute or two before turning back to you. You heard the blue-eyed man refer to the other guy as doctor... but how could that be? Although you don't remember anything, you were pretty sure you never consented to any of this. The doctor with the foreign object approached you and placed this silicone thing over your nose and mouth.

'What is he doing to me?' You tried harder to move and started to shake your head as frantically as you can, your moans of discomfort becoming increasingly louder. In return, the familiar man from before glared at you and held your head in position so that the other man could place the mask on you.

"Breathe." Was what the blue-eyed man commanded. His negative emotions seemed to have reduced a neutral one, as he looked at you with either the love or anguish that you had seen before.

Still, you tried defying him by holding your breath since you knew that there was something in this mask but obviously, that didn't work as you'd need to breathe at one point. So instead, you tried to hold your breath for as long as you can, then exhaling slowly and inhaling again. Not the best idea.

In the end you succumbed to the gas contained in the mask and at a certain time you couldn't remember, you fell into a deep state of slumber.

~~~

When you woke up, you knew something was wrong with you. You didn't know what it was, but you had a gut feeling that someone had done something to you. But you were unable to figure out what due to your inability to move. You tried to recall what has happened but the last thing you remembered was staying in this five star hotel and being accompanied by two guards, whose names you have forgotten.

It took you a few minutes to get your internal shit together but some things were coming back slowly. Your body felt heavy and you were lying on a soft surface so all you could do was turn your head and observe your surroundings. Okay. You know this place, you've seen it and been here before. It was... Where is this place?

Dark, cold, and kinda has the smell of Leon.

This... you knew this place... It was his basement! This time you were not tied on a chair, but your hand was fettered to something - you couldn't see because it was a bit too dark. You started to move little by little as you started to regain a chuck of your memories at the same time.

The hotel... the girls... your escape... your capture once again.

"Fuck!" You cursed quietly. You were so close to fucking escaping. Now that you have failed and have been caught, you could only imagine the things Alec and Leon would do to you.

But... they were your boyfriends right? Surely they loved you enough not to harm you?

Your question was soon answered after you tried to bend your leg in an attempt to sit up. Excruciating pain emerged from your shin area as you tried not to scream, only gasping loudly.

You trembled at the sight of your legs. What have they done to you? The injury was so severe that you saw distorted your shins looked. It was twisted towards an awkward angle and you could kind of see your bone jutting out.

That was the final straw. You made incoherent noises as you lips quivered. The first sob came out. Then the second, then the third, and so on.

"W-What have they done? What have t-they done to me?" You repeated again and again in horror and shock like a mantra. Your voice became louder. You tried to move your leg again and you whimpered. It hurts so much. You wanted to scream.

Your sounds seem to have attracted attention because something seemed to have caused quite a stir in activity upstairs. You heard footsteps coming so you waited. You waited for someone to come here and punish you. You were filled with anxiety and fear from head to toe.

But no one ever came. Although there were footsteps, no one ever came down. There were times where you thought that someone was coming but the second you did, the footsteps seem to have faded away. It was fucking torturing you. You were also starting to get hungry.

A few hours later, someone finally came.

You were now used to the dark, and realized that you were on a spacious couch. You had also gotten used to your uncomfortable sitting position. Despite your twisted situation, you actually hoped that someone would come, that they didn't forget you and leave you here to rot. So although you dread their presence, you prepare for either Alec or Leon to come and shout at you.

But it wasn't them. It was just Wyatt. He entered the basement holding a tray of food.

When he entered, it took you a few seconds but you reluctantly spoke to him. "W-Where," You swallowed, "-is Leon and Alec?"

Wyatt stayed silent, placing the tray on the floor next to you. Your voice started to become louder and more demanding. You don't deserve this. "Where's Leon and Alec?" You repeated.

He continued to ignore you and stood up after placing your food on the floor. You were starting to get crazy and super mad.

"HEY!" You screamed. Wyatt opened the creaking door and left. "WYATT!"

Tears started to surface from your eyes as you clenched your fists in anger, unable to do anything else. "FUCK YOU!" You screamed to the people above. You didn't fucking deserve this. You hated them. You hated Leon. You hated Alec.

But you knew that that wasn't the case. You knew that in a tiny part of your heart, you didn't hate them, and you knew that they do 'love' you in some way. But that wasn't what you were feeling right now. You were feeling pure anger.

You screamed at the people upstairs. "I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR THIS!"

~~~

It's been what felt like days and you were losing your sanity. You've had no contact with anyone and only see people when they're giving you food. You haven't even taken a bath. You felt dirty. The food was quite bland as well. Everything was driving you crazy.

You heard the creaking basement door open once again, but you didn't bother to look up. You knew it'd either be Wyatt or Roger delivering food again.

"Y/N..." You heard a soft voice murmur. Immediately your head snapped up. You know this silhouette like the back of your hand. Come on, Y/N. You have already practiced what you would say. Just say it.

But before you could say anything, Leon interrupted you first. He looked at you with such disappointment, it nearly made your heart sink. "How could you do this to us... to me.."

Forgetting what you were going to say, you could only splutter for a moment. "Y-You... I..."

You calmed down and breathed to figure out what you were going to say. "No. How could you do this to me?"

Leon looked at you. You thought that he would be crying by now but he only displayed emotionless eyes.

"It's all your fault, Y/N. If you didn't try to escape, none of this would've happened. We would've been happily chatting at the dinner table."

You felt like an arrow shot you right through the heart. It hurt, hearing Leon, the softest, most caring boy you know telling you that you were the one at fault. You had expected him to cry and ask what's wrong, but instead you got a Leon that seemed to hate you.

With that one response, you were left utterly speechless. Leon knew that too. He looked at you with his unfeeling grey eyes and left you with your own thoughts.

"All my fault..." You repeated. "My fault..."

~~~

"How could I do this to her?!" The moment he shut the basement door, Leon cried out for his unjust treatment towards the love of his life. It was horrible! His heart broke into a million pieces just by looking at you in your pitiful, vulnerable state. But, he knew that this had to be done.

But what would his parents think?

'No. They wouldn't understand my love for her.' Leon immediately closed off his thoughts of his dear parents. Unlike their sweet simple love, Leon's love was far too large and complex for them to understand.

Leon sat back on his couch upstairs where Alec was waiting for him. You could tell that the rich teen isn't in a good mood. Alec's eyebrows were knitted together as he glared at the coffee table. He was sitting in an upright position, sipping his high quality chamomile tea.

Leon on the other hand, was feeling another type of emotion. It was a ball of sadness, hurt, anger, and betrayal. How could you have done this to him? Leon thought that you were happy, and that he treated you right, so why did you have to try to leave?

It sort of pissed Leon off, how composed Alec looked even after doing such atrocities to you. Leon decided to ignore his anger, and told his partner, "I told her what you told me to say."

There was a silence before Leon spoke up again.

"Why do we have to do this?" He blurted out. "Wasn't breaking her legs enough?"

Alec simply sighed and pushed an empty teacup towards Leon, indicating for him to take some. "Tea?"

"Just answer my question."

"Leon, my dear," Alec gently placed his cup of tea back on the table. "It is the only way."

"Why is it the only way? Why must we hurt her like this?"

"Escaping is not a matter to be taken lightly. Although we have succeeded in capturing her this one time, it was only because I made sure to place extra security measures. If I had not done so, tell me, Leon, what would've happened?"

"We wouldn't have Y/N."

"Yes, but look at the bigger picture. You're thinking too small. If she was able to escape, her parents obviously would've asked, 'Who did this to you?' And what do you think would've happened to us?"

Realization dawned upon Leon. "We would've been taken away, never to see Y/N again."

"Correct. And even if Y/N did lie for us, we wouldn't have gotten her back, as she will be prepared for the second time we strike. For that reason, we must discourage this horrible behaviour at once by reinforcing the worst punishment possible. This punishment must be so harsh that she won't do it again."

"B-But," Leon tried to reason with him, "Don't you feel guilty about this?"

"Me?" Alec looked towards the basement door with his cold eyes, "I don't know. Right now, I'm still feeling so much anger you can barely even fathom its extent. As of now, I am not regretting my decision to keep her down there."

Each sentence that came out of Alec's mouth infuriated Leon more and more.

"Alec," Leon stared hardly at the said guy, "Y/N is a human too. She does not deserve to suffer because of your emotions."

"If she didn't decide to escape, she wouldn't be suffering right now."

"But if your men did a better job at keeping watch, maybe we wouldn't even be half as angry right now!"

"Well, if YOU didn't decide to let her go swim at the hotel pool, perhaps we wouldn't even be angry right now!"

Leon's face reddened with fury. "Don't p-pretend that you didn't agree to it! Stop trying to act like you're fucking right when you're not!"

Alec seethed, clenching Leon's collar in return, "At least I got her back. You, on the other hand, do nothing but pamper Y/N all day - something that I could also do - whilst I have to deal with everything, from the security to her necessities, and her desires. You are nothing. Unlike you, I'm the one that has money to support her, so why should you interfere with my choice of punishment?"

Each insult hit Leon hard one after the other. He has never felt so humiliated in his life, despite all the times others have tried to take him down. Money was his weak point, and he hated it. It was times like these when Leon wished that he was rich, that he had as much as the others do. He wanted to be the one that supported you, he wanted to be someone that you could depend on, yet without money, he was nothing.

Leon loosened his grip on Alec, pushing him away in defeat. Tears started to prick his eyes, and as one tear dropped, the rest followed along.

"Y-You're right," He sobbed, "I don't have m-money. But..."

While Leon was trying to gather his words, Alec stayed silent, waiting for him to finish his sentence. It took a few minutes, but Leon finally dried his tears and his sobs reduced to sniffles.

"B-But, I s-still won her love without it. T-The only reason you could be this close to MY Y/N right now is because you have the power of money. W-Without it, you a-are nothing."

Insecurity flashed in Alec's eyes for a fraction of a second but he immediately covered it up by staring at Leon with emotionless eyes. "So? What you're saying may be correct, but you're forgetting one thing. I do have money."

The two teens sat on the couch without sound, stuck in their own thoughts. Their faces were both hot with embarrassment, looking away from each other because they were unsure of what to do. It was the first real fight Leon and Alec had ever had. Finally, Alec broke the silence and stood up.

"I'm going out. I'll be back tomorrow morning when both of us are calm and able to discuss our issues in a civilized manner." Alec grabbed his jacket and left through the front door.

~~~

Meanwhile, Grace was still looking over clues provided by her private investigator. She leaned on the side of the bed where her boyfriend laid.

Although Leon had acted awfully suspicious during their last visit to his abode, the investigators couldn't find anything that might've been related to your disappearance.

Despite that, Grace had a hunch that Leon had something to do with this incident. And Grace's hunches were never wrong. But where would Leon leave you if he knew his home was going to be inspected? How did he get rid of the evidence?

That's when it hit her. Leon must have an accomplice, right? Someone who was just as obsessed with you as Leon, someone who has the power to transport you from place to place, as well as the ability to remove evidence within a few hours - someone rich. From the months of being your friend, Grace could tell that you don't really interact much with people that was outside your usual zone, meaning that it is highly possible that the accomplice was in your school.

Who would Leon trust enough with you? Grace could only think of one person.

Alec.

In spite of their contrasting personalities, they shared a common interest with you. Leon and Alec have known each other for quite a few months already and are both very close to you. So Alec was definitely a suspect. What made Grace support this conclusion even more was the fact that they have been getting along quite well since your disappearance, always sticking next to each other.

At first, Grace thought it was bonding over a shared loss. But the more Grace observed Leon, the more insincere his mourning felt. She was too focused on Leon, she never even thought about Alec, so that was something to look out for next time.

On the positive side, if your kidnappers were Leon and Alec, she was quite relieved as that meant that you were probably safe, right? Leon and Alec would NEVER do anything to hurt you, right?

Grace faltered a bit. Now that she thought of it, she really didn't know Leon and Alec that much. She knew their exterior side, but who knows what Leon and Alec are like if they didn't even know their level of obsession for you? Especially Alec, who had grown up with an unhealthy childhood. They were probably behind the murders too.

Leon, your shy boyfriend who always blushed whenever you kissed him, amputating someone's arm.

Alec, Grace's outgoing childhood friend, gouging someone's eyes out.

The thought made Grace shiver. She looked over to Lucas, who was still lying on the bed facing the opposite way.

"Lucas?" She spoke softly, shaking him a bit. He stirred but didn't respond. It had been at least five days since he didn't go out.

"Are you feeling better?"

Lucas responded harshly to Grace's concern. He scowled, "What do you think?"

"I'm sorry, Lucas. That was a stupid question." Grace sat on the bed. "Would you like to talk about it?"

Grace stared at her boyfriend's pained face patiently, waiting for him to respond. Although she was never close to his sister, she could only imagine the pain caused by the death of a loved one. Lucas' already swollen eyes started brimming with tears at the thought of Annalise.

"S-She... Even t-though she was bratty, A-Annalise-" Lucas choked back a sob, "She was m-my... sister."

Grace, too, started to cry. She cried for Lucas. She cried for Annalise. She cried for you. Grace wrapped her arms tightly around her boyfriend, who was in the middle of another breakdown. Why did this have to happen to them?

The couple stayed like this, crying for a few minutes, until Lucas spoke up. "C-Could I... could I tell you a bit about my s-sister?"

Grace sobbed again but smiled through her snotty nose. "Sure."

They talked like this for hours until Grace fell asleep in the midst of Lucas' ramblings. When he finally noticed, he tucked Grace in his bed and kissed her hand.

"Thank you."

~~~

1) debate of the chapter: do real yanderes kill their lovers?

2) Grace and Lucas - ship it or rip it

3) Gabriel and Melody - yay or nay

Also, MERRY CHRISTMAS!