Hey guys, I know it's been a long long time. The truth is, for a long period of time, I lost my motivation to write this story. At first, I was super busy with all the tests and stuff, but as the time passed, I became even less motivated to write this because it has been so long.

I think the main reasons I lost motivation are 1) I can't help but cringe a little at my writing, 2) all I can think about was the flaws in my story, and 3) I didn't know how to go about with this story at this point. Granted, I wrote this when I was 13 so I'm going to blame my past self for that. I hope that I can do better next time. I am definitely finishing this story though. I didn't write 43 chapters for nothing, after all. Also, I apologize to the people who have messaged me because I literally have not touched my Quotev or Wattpad account in ages. So, so, so sorry!!!

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"Prove my love? What?" -the fuck? You stared at their faces in disbelief.

After all the shit you've been through, they still don't trust you? Well, you've tried escaping once but that was a long time ago!

Your heart dropped and you felt like some part of you was falling apart. "H-How? How do I prove my love? Isn't this enough? I kiss you, I cuddle with you, I've let you bathe me, just like couples do. How else can I prove my love for you guys?"

"I guess... you could do something you can't take back." Alec answered, tapping his chin.

"Like what?" You cried. "What can I do that I can't take back?!"

"We'll leave that up to you."

"A-As long as you r-reassure us that you won't l-leave us the second we set you free, we'll let you go."

"Relax darling," Alec stroked your unkempt bed hair. You had just woken up in the morning only to be dropped information like this. "There's no time limit, we just want proof."

"Okay, fine." Your brain was already trying to come up with different possibilities. Something you can't take back?

Perhaps... your...

...virgi-

'No! What the fuck.' You smacked yourself hard, earning a startled 'are you okay?' from Leon. You were NOT going to sell your body. You had more dignity than that.

Sort of. Maybe. It depends.

Your other ideas were--although not as ridiculous--still ridiculous to some degree. Should you play housewife and cook and clean for them? Well, either way, you couldn't as you couldn't even stand up. Plus, this probably wasn't the answer to "proving your love".

The morning continued on normally other than that. Or at least as normally as it could be. After eating breakfast, you moved over to the window with your crutches and stared outside. It looked like a sunny, pleasant day.

'Some vitamin D would be nice.'

The sun was shining on the neighborhood, making it bright like a vibrant filter on a phone. Occasionally, you'd see people walk by Leon's house and although you were just a little bit tempted to call out for help, you knew that at least one of the guards and your boyfriends would be watching you closely. You looked back at the interior of Leon's house. The inside was brightened up with artificial light. The furniture, walls, and pretty much everything else was bland. You're already used to this house, knowing it like the back of your hand.

You sighed. You were so close to freedom, yet so far... What the hell did Alec and Leon mean by proving your love?

Standing up, you grabbed your crutches and head towards the stairs. Your movement caught the attention your boyfriends, whose heads spun to your direction almost immediately. Alec was the first to speak up. "Where are you going?"

"I'm gonna head upstairs and think about answers to your riddle." You said dryly.

Leon frowned. "B-But we didn't even cuddle that much yet..."

Alec grunted, trying to convince you to come back onto the couch by patting the empty space between the two frustratingly. "Well, you can think about it right here!"

You stuck your tongue out before attempting to climb up the stairs. However, you forgot that unlike when people had one broken leg, you had two, which made climbing the stairs increasingly hard.

Leon whined and approached you, wrapping his arms around your waist and gently tugging your body towards him. "Just for a little bit, pretty please?"

You groaned, knowing that they wouldn't take no for an answer. "Fine. Ten minutes."

Leon smiled happily and helped you move onto the couch, where he contently snuggled into your lap and made you run your fingers through his hair. Alec was sat next to you and kissed your cheek before he leaned his head on your shoulder and cuddling your arm. He grabbed the remote on the coffee table and opened Netflix, quickly switching the television to the TV series you were currently watching.

It was a bit disturbing that it felt natural to you. You knew that they kidnapped you and murdered other students, yes.

...But they did it all for you. They think that they're keeping you safe. They murdered the students because those people were harmful towards you. Not gonna lie, it's a little endearing-

'Woah, woah, back the hell up.' They literally killed people. The reason does not matter. No matter how shitty the person was, did they really deserve to die because they were mean to you? Plus-

Your eyes flitted over to your legs. The legs that they broke. You shiver a little, thinking about how cold Leon's voice was in the basement when he told you that it was your fault for trying to escape. You recalled the rage when the two of them shut you in the basement. The thought of it made you tremble in anger as you clenched your fist.

Leon, noticing your small movement, frowned a little and pulled a blanket over you. He must've assumed that you were cold. Alec, too, made an effort to keep you warm by adjusting the blanket and holding more of you closely to share body heat. He sighed in content as well, rubbing his cheek against your clothes shoulder serenely.

You sighed in frustration. You should hate them after everything that they've done. But....

Don't deny it.

'You love them too.' A voice whispered in your mind.

"Shut up." You growled at the voice.

"Hm? Something wrong, darling?" Alec looked at you once again, tenderly turning your face towards him to check. "You've been spacing out more lately. And you've been sighing as well. If you have anything on your mind, you know you can tell us."

Can you, really? If you told them you wanted to leave, would they really let you? You inwardly scoffed. Of course not. Instead, you told them, "I know... I'm just thinking about how I can 'prove' my love to you."

"Oh?"

It's weird to ask, but you didn't know what else to do. "Can you give me a hint?"

"Hint?" Leon repeated in a thoughtful tone. "Maybe something r-really romantic."

Different scenarios flashed through his head, bringing a cherry red blush onto his cheeks.

Something romantic, huh? Hm, that reminded you. An idea popped into your head. It was a gamble but...

"Isn't this very romantic already?" You asked. "I'm cuddling with my two favourite boys."

'Y/N just called us her favourite!!!' Leon buried his face deeper into your lap to hide the wide grin on his face. 'Ah, she smells so good.'

Alec gave you a small smile. Yes. Your favourite. He liked the sound of that.

Going back to the topic, he cleared his throat. "As for me, I'm looking for something more reassuring. Like a sign that you won't run away the moment we set you free."

"How am I supposed to do that?" You said in disbelief. "Can't you take my word for it?"

"I took her word but look where that got me." Alec whispered angrily. He shook his head and hugged you tightly. "Anyways, it's my own problem. I can't help this uneasy feeling. I know it's stupid."

"Ah." You didn't really know what to say. You're pretty sure he was talking about his mom who had passed away in his early years, but you weren't sure on how to approach the situation as it was a delicate topic. There was silence before he quickly spoke up again.

"A-Anyways, as I said again, my own problem. I just need proof." Alec squeezed your hand tightly. You then felt him trace your fingers, gently stroking your fourth finger. Was he... your mouth dried. Was he implying something? You looked at his face which was looking down on your hand. It didn't really seem like he was thinking as he had a faraway neutral expression. Perhaps he was doing it unconsciously? To stop him from whatever he was thinking, you placed your hand on top of his and squeezed. You gave him your softest smile.

"Alright. But tell me how I can do that."

Alec looked at your intertwined hands. Your warmth had a nice feeling to it. It felt so... comforting? Accepting? To be honest, he didn't know what he wanted. He just wished that he could feel this way forever.

"I... I'm still not sure. Can you just stay for now?" He pleaded in a desperate tone.

You searched his eyes and facial expression for any type of clue to the answer but you realize you were shit and reading people's emotion. All you knew was that Alec looked desperate so you complied. You should probably learn how to recognize the facial expressions of your captors so that you can put it to your advantage but guess not, since you were a dumbass.

"Okay." You looked at Alec's expression from your response. His lips were stretched into a small smile, but his eyes didn't look that happy. It looked a little... sad? You'll just have to continue observing. Nevertheless, he planted a kiss on your cheek.

"Love you."

After your little cuddle session, Leon carried you upstairs to the bedroom desk where he wished you luck on 'brainstorming ideas'. He seemed more excited about your results than you about your freedom. You weren't sure what he was thinking in his head when he told you that he 'preferred Italian cuisine but anything you cooked would be perfect' even though you were unable to stand up and cook at all. Still, you reluctantly wrote that down in your notebook in front of him to please him.

Looking down at your practically blank notebook, you let out a groan. What were you meant to write anyways? Did you really have to kiss the asses of the people who were asses to you? Well, yes, yes you did, if you wanted your freedom. You drummed your fingers on the desk. The idea you thought of downstairs... The risk was pretty high because it could definitely backfire on you, but if it worked out, you could possibly be freed because, let's be honest, you highly doubt they were going to let you go. Judging by what Alec had said before, you were probably going to stay for much longer. Who knows how long. A year? Two? Your whole life?

Despite the convincing points you had previously brought up about going on dates as a couple, you had a hunch that they preferred to keep you here where you could be with them 24/7. You bet that what they said was just a trick to make you more docile. Even if they were genuine about it, you knew them well enough to know that they were to selfish to let you go. Thinking about what will happen to you made you laugh bitterly. At the same time, you couldn't hate them. They treated you nicely, they didn't make any advances without your consent, they provided you with entertainment, they fed you, helped you shower, and they rarely got mad at you.

But... they kidnapped you, locked you in the bedroom first, punished you by keeping you in the basement in the dark, broke your legs so that you couldn't shower on your own, and when they did get mad at you...

You thought back on these memories. You couldn't decide what to feel about your two "boyfriends". You... didn't hate them, but you knew that everything was wrong.

However, one thing is for sure.

You were going to get out of here or die trying.

After all, what was the point of living with these selfish people if your whole purpose was to be their doll? Was that a life worth living?

'They aren't bad people.' You thought. Maybe. But, Leon and Alec were definitely not okay in the head. Therefore, the best course of action for them was to get professional help. You cannot provide that to them. They needed to actively seek that on their own, which you know they never will. So, after this is all over, you promised to yourself that you'd help them. But, only after you helped yourself.

But...

On the other hand, who's to say that the three of you would end up happy? With two people after you, surely they'll fight for you right? A normal person's heart only had space for one.

You bit your lip nervously. Still, you had come to eventually like Alec over time as well, but could the reason only be because you were kidnapped? You learned of the his qualities as a lover which you didn't quite deny. You enjoyed his loving touch most of the time, whether it be learning on his shoulder, letting him run his fingers through your hair, or having him massage your scalp.

Well, it didn't matter. You started formulating the small details of your plan.

You would spend time with Alec and Leon separately and let them do whatever they want with you. You'd shower them with compliments, cuddle them, and flirt with them a little. As time went on, you'd push them further apart from each other. You'd whisper to each of them that they were your favourite, and it'd be nice if it was just you and him. Perhaps you could also spark some jealousy while both Leon and Alec were in the room? Over time, one of them is bound to explode. Knowing that they had tendencies that, well, end up pretty bloody, there would only be one victor left, right?

Who knew who the victor could be? Maybe Alec because there were guards who obeyed him. But, don't forget, you heard that Leon was quite good with a knife too.

Either way, there were different ways to influencing their mind. If you could just tip one of them over the edge, then it'll force the other one into a fight or flight response, right? Although you didn't really want either of them to die, to you, your life was more important.

'That's right,' you breathed in and out, closing you eyes, 'You are the victim. Why should you feel guilty about them dying when they've already caused the death of many others before?'

A life for a life.

That didn't mean that the thought of one of your boys dying didn't make your heart ache painfully in your chest. But, you'd just have to get over it. After all this ends, you definitely needed professional help too.

'A life for a life. A life for a life. A life for a life.' You repeated the mantra over and over again in your head. Don't feel guilty.

After one of them is gone, it'll be much easier to obtain freedom, right? Of course, you couldn't exclude the chance that the victor will become much more possessive of you. But, if you could use your way of talking to convince them over time? Maybe with Leon, but you doubt that talking will work with Alec.

"Hmm..." You drew a bunch of scribbles onto your notebook as you thought. What if you took advantage of that moment?

If Leon was the victor, your best bet would be sweet talking your way to freedom. Alec's body wouldn't be of use because you were at Leon's house, right? How could you explain that to the authorities? Instead, Leon would probably get rid of the body and you'd go for lot of affirmation and declarations of love to Leon. It would take some more time, but there's a high possibility you'll have your freedom if you're patient. Though, you're not quite sure how he plans to hide from the authorities. That factor makes him unpredictable.

BUT, if it was Alec that was the victor, you could convince him to use Leon's corpse as a coverup so that you had an immediate chance to get out and Leon could be blamed as the kidnapper while Alec is deemed the savior since you were already in Leon's house. The question would be whether or not he'd trust you enough to keep your mouth shut after you're free. You'd really have to convince him you won't leave him in the time being.

You winced. Now that you think of it, this plan was quite heartless. But then again, you had to make do with the situation.

Letting out another sigh, you thought that this was it. Your grand idea. It definitely needs some refining and more details but you think that this could actually work. Sure, it'll be at the cost of blood and trauma, but your main goal was freedom. And that's exactly what you'll achieve.

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Writing this chapter made me realize that I need a few extra chapters to end this story. So much for my planning smh