3. Seduction

Robyn's P.O.V.

Another hour passes.

I just lay in the bed and cry.

I feel like I need to pee so badly.

But that's the least of my worries, I guess. The much bigger one would be the fact that I have no idea what Marshall intends to do with me. He said he won't hurt me, but I don't know. He is crazy. Deranged, and therefore not to be trusted.

Finally, the door to the bedroom opens and Marshall walks in.

He's carrying a plate and a bottle of water on his hands.

"I made you some breakfast," he says sheepishly and places the food and the water on the little nightstand table besides the bed.

I don't respond to him and just continue to stare straight ahead of me instead.

Marshall sighs and plops down on the bed next to me.

"You need to eat, baby," he says softly. "Here, imma let you lose so you could do that, aight?"

He takes out the key to my handcuffs that he had used to tie me to the bedframe and fumbles with them. He begins to unlock one of the cuffs.

"I don't know why you even bother feeding me. Considering the fact that you will kill me tonight anyway," I blurt out before I could stop myself and regret opening my big mouth immediately, because Marshall falters and stops moving.

Way to go, dumbass, I think to myself angrily. He was just about to unlock your stupid ass, then you could've maybe, I don't know, punch him in the face or something, then make a run for it!!

Just as I continue to berate myself inside of my head for my stupidity, Marshall slowly shifts his weight on the bed, and now sits on top of me. My eyes fly wide open as he stares right at me. His face is rid of all emotion, but his eyes are kind of wild.

"Let me get one thing straight to you, Robyn. You might think I'm this horrible person, but I really ain't. And I don't wanna hurt you. I been told you that. I won't hurt you, okay?" He says it like he's trying to convince himself and not even me of that. He reaches his hand and to lightly caress my cheek, but I flinch away from his touch, causing him to sigh deeply.

"Aight look," he continues. "I know this shit here can't continue like this, so imma let you know right now, it ain't gonna be forever like this. I'm planning to disappear. In a few days. Don't really wanna leave Detroit, but since you know who I really am now, I only have two choices. Kill you or go on a fucking run."

At his last words to me, my whole body begins to involuntarily shake in terror, and I feel tears brim at my eyes, that he immediately wipes off with his thumbs once they spill out.

"I'm not gonna kill you, Robyn, relax," he says sadly. "I'm gonna disappear instead. Got somebody that's gonna help me out with that. In a few days. Then, once it's all in place for me to dip outta here, imma let you go, I swear. But until then, you are just gonna have to stay, cause let's face it, I don't trust you, baby. Can't trust you not to run to the cops and tell them who I am. But it's only gonna be a week, Robyn. One week and you are free."

I blink a few times.

I still don't know if I can trust him. He might be lying to me.

Or even if he means it right now... You never know how he might feel about this later. He's unstable after all, he is not well. He might change his mind, he might...

"Now, how you are gonna spend this week here with me, it's totally up to you," Marshall calmly continues, bringing me out of my thoughts. He fumbles with my handcuffs again and unlocks one of my arms. He pauses, before moving on to the other.

"See, I could keep you tied up the entire time, only taking these off," he gestures to the handcuffs, "once it's time for you to either eat or use the bathroom. I don't wanna do that to ya though. Don't like seeing you like this, yo. So, if you promise me you'll behave and not try to escape and shit, then I won't tie you up no more. You can go anywhere you please inside the house. As long as you don't try and leave," Marshall adds and unlocks my other arm. He then moves himself away from me and sits on the edge of the bed.

I sit up from the laying position and rub the wrists of each hand with my fingers.

"Did these hurt you?" Marshall asks me stupidly, referring to the handcuffs.

I look at him, but don't say anything.

I mean, what kind of a question even is that?! Fuck he means did the handcuffs hurt, of course they hurt!!

"So, what is it gonna be, Robyn?" He pressures me then, looking at me expectantly.

I take a deep breath.

I feel backed up into a corner here, like he's leaving me no choice.

"I would much rather you don't tie me up," I admit. "So I will cooperate."

"Aight then. That's actually fucking great," he looks almost relieved at my statement.

"Now eat before the food gets cold. I made you some chocolate chip waffles and eggs and bacon, I know how much you like that for breakfast," he then announces, almost happy like, trying desperately to make this fucked up ass situation seem all casual like.

"Actually, can't I go use the bathroom first? I feel like I'm about to pee myself, and I also want a shower," I whisper, not daring to fully look at him. I feel like I still have some other poor soul's blood all over me from when Marshall had smeared it all over me last night from his hands when he was choking me.

"Sure baby, go ahead," he replies quietly, looking all apologetic like.

This is such a stark contract from how he was acting with me last night.

But then again, last night, he was supposed to he this Slim Shady person. His other personality. Which happens to be a damn serial killer.

God, I still can't believe this shit!! My own boyfriend a crazy psycho killer, and I have been with him for all these years and didn't so much as pick up on it, there has to have been at least some red flags and signs that I had obviously either missed or ignored!!

I get off the bed and shuffle awkwardly to the bathroom down the hall.

I expect Marshall to follow me to keep an eye on me, but he doesn't.

Stay calm, Robyn. Stay calm, and you can find a way to get out of this... I keep telling myself over and over again.

I do my business in the bathroom, then wash my hands, brush my teeth and take a shower. I dry myself off with one of Marshall's towels, his scent is on it, and I still can't believe just how surreal this whole thing is. He's being so nice to me right now, he's almost like the guy I've known this whole time, only catch is, I now know who he REALLY is. God, I have to get out of here!!

I put back on the same pink Juicy Couture sweatsuit I've had on from last night and slowly make my way to the bedroom.

My breakfast Marshall has made for me now completely cold, still I eat it and drink the entire water bottle. I feel like I'll need all my strength for trying to plan out my escape from this situation.

Marshall just sits at the edge of the bed and watches me the entire time and it is awkward as fuck.

Eventually, I finish all of the food and then finally look back up at him, meeting his gaze. His eyes are as blue as ever. The same shade of blue I'm so used to, not those weird dark demonic eyes he seemed to have had last night...

"So... what happens now?" I ask tentatively, looking into his eyes.

"Yo, it's whatever you want," he shrugs. "I'm about to go down to my studio in the basement and just work on some beats, I figure you wouldn't want to be around me after everything that's went down. So you could just... I don't know, hang in here, I guess. Or anywhere else at the house. Like I said, you are free to roam anywhere inside, as long as you don't..."

"As long as I don't try to get out, I get it," I sigh, seemingly resigned to my fate.

"Aight, so imma just..." He trails off and starts to get up.

About to go and work on those beats, like he's just said. Marshall raps as a hobby, although he's never let me hear any of his rhymes, he's kind of self conscious about them. He never plans on making it professionally in a rap game, which is probably for the best, him being a white guy and all, it would be so hard for him to make it.

"Um... wait!!" Suddenly, I go up to him and straddle him on the bed.

An idea occurs to me.

Maybe I could like... try and seduce him and use that to escape?

I know he said he would let me go anyway after like a week, but excuse me if I don't trust the word of an insane guy who kills people!!

I don't want to be in here with him at all, I need to be out like right now!!

It should be fairly easy for me to fake it like I want him though.

I mean, up to last night, Marshall used to be my boyfriend, and I did like him then...

"Yo, what are you up to, baby girl?" Marshall asks me, kind of stuttering and seeming sort of startled as I begin to leave soft kisses all over his neck, wrapping my arms around him.

"I don't know," I mutter against his skin as my kisses move up to his jaw. "I just..."

"Wow," he grabs both of my wrists in his large hands and pulls away from me slightly. His skin is flashed, betraying the fact that he does want me right now. As well as his slightly ragged breathing. "You neen to really think it through baby, cause once you get me started, I don't think I'll be able to stop. And something tells me, you ain't really want that," he says softly.

"No, I do!!" I reassure him. "I still love you, Marshall!"

"Robyn," he sighs, but just as he's about to keep talking, I kiss him, shutting him up instantly.

"Yo, fuck this," he says against my lips and quickly throws me on the bed, getting on top of me.

I bite my lip, looking up at him.

"Nah, hold up," he pulls away from me in doubt again. "You don't have to do this shit. You realize that, right? I been told ya, I'm not gonna hurt you, and I put that on everything. So, you don't need to sleep with me to try and soften me up, Robyn," he pants.

I grab his hand and guide it inside of my sweatpants and past the waistband of my panties.

"Does it feel to you like I'm just doing it to try and manipulate you, but I don't actually want you, Marshall?" I ask sweetly, watching his whole face change.

"Goddamn," he whispers, finding out just how wet I already am.

Truth be told, as much as I am trying to seduce him and use this whole situation to my own advantage, my body still reacts to him despite myself.

Too used to react to him in this way, he's been my boyfriend for a very long time after all, and I used to be very attracted to him.

And right now? Even though in my head I know better, my body has a mind of it's own, I guess.

"Just go with it, Marshall," I whisper in his ears, then go to kiss him again.

I lick his buttom lip, making him groan lightly once I bite on it as well.

Next thing I know, his arms are all over me. He breaks our kiss and starts going down my neck. I moan softly, and palm his extremely hard dick through his oversized pants. I rub it up and down, biting on his earlobe.

Marshall smirks against my skin, pulling away.

"Open you legs, baby," he says and I oblige. Anything to escape this situation he's got me trapped in.

Looking me right in the eyes, all I see in his baby blues is pure lust.

I'm not entirely sure what he sees in mine.

Within seconds, Marshall pulls down my sweats and my panties and tosses them to the side, getting in between my legs.

"I'm so sorry for all this shit, Robyn," he says softly. "So I'll make it up to you, aight?"

"Sure," I nod, looking at him through half-closed lids. "Show me just how sorry you are."

With that, his mouth goes straight to my core, apparently, I didn't have to ask him twice. He licks all over me before wrapping his tongue around my clit, circling it.

And I honestly don't want to feel shit, because I'm only doing this in order to get him to drop his guard so that I could get away from him.

But it's kind of hard not to feel. Especially when he is so good at what he does.

I start to moan and grip at the bedsheets. Then one of my hands somehow ends up at the back of Marshall's head, fingers pulling on his short blonde hair.

Why does he have to feel so good, damn him?!

He sucks on my clit and inserts two fingers in me, pumping in and out of me and instantly hitting that spot.

I try to fight off the feeling because this wasn't the plan.

I hate him, and he's a fucking monster, he kills people for God's sake!!

The tingling sensation all over my body builds up despite of myself though. And as much as I don't want it, I can't seem to be able to stop it.

No, Marshall is terrible!! He's crazy, he's deranged, he's a cold blooded killer!!

"Oh my God, right there!!" I whine out before I could stop myself.

"You gonna cum for me, baby?"

NO!! I most certainly will not!!

That's what I think anyway, but that's not what my mouth says.

"Yeah," I whine and then it hits me all over.

The electric tingling buzzing feeling that spreads all over me and hits me like a ton of bricks.

"Oh, Marshall!!" I moan his name, falling back on the bed.

Damn, I just fucked up!!

Some time later, once I came down from my high, I feel the bed shift as he's getting up again.

"Where you going, come back," I look at him through half closed eyes.

"It's okay, baby. You don't have to do shit. Like I said, I just wanted to make it up to you," he says casually, but honestly, the very prominent boner in his pants says otherwise.

Maybe I can win this thing yet.

"But I want to," I whine.

I force myself to get up from my very comfortable position on the bed and to stand in front of him. I throw my arms around his neck and start kissing him, tasting my own release on his mouth. Marshall wraps his arms tightly around me and I quickly push on him back on to the bed. I pull down his pants and boxers, just as he takes off his t-shirt, and I and straddle him, sliding my pussy down on his length.

"Shit baby," he immediately lets out, grabbing at my waist. He pulls one of his hands back and slaps my ass hard as I bounce up and down on him.

I watch his face carefully for his reactions.

I clamp around him, using my muscles down there to bring him to his edge quickly.

"Fuck, Robyn!! I love you so much, you know that? And I love this fucking pussy too, keep doing that shit you doing," he grunts.

"Are you almost there, baby?" I ask in his ear, grabbing one of the handcuffs.

"Shit, fuck yeah," he pants, massaging my boobs with his hands, pinching my nipples as he bites on his lower lip.

Oh my god...

"I love you, Marshall," I whine.

"Love you too, baby. You the only one for me, I swear to fuck," he lets out. I feel his dick twitch inside of me with his release.

And that's when I loop one of the handcuffs around his wrist, the cold metal slapping shut immediately.

It takes a few seconds for Marshall to register what I just did.

"Yo, what the fuck?!" He suddenly blurts out angrily once he does get it.

"I'm sorry, Marshall," I smirk and grab the second pair of cuffs.

I try to do his other arm as well, but him being aware of what I'm doing right now, it's a lot harder than the first one was.

We struggle for a few moments, and eventually I realize that he is just too strong for me.

So, I accept defeat and bolt off of the bed, quickly grabbing my pants and panties off of the floor and putting them on.

I look around for the keys to the cuffs but don't see them anywhere.

I realize eventually that they are in Marshall's pockets.

So, I go to grab his pants that are laying on the bed next to him and go through his pockets. I quickly pull out the keys, but that's when he snatches me up with his free hand.

We struggle for a bit and I lose once he slaps me across the face.

The keys go flying in the corner of the room, and at this point, I just say fuck it and just rush out of the room.

I make my way frantically down the stairs and behind to struggle with all of the locks Marshall has on his front door.

Like seriously, I never even knew he's had THAT many locks on this bitch!!

The whole time, I hear him cursing and struggling upstairs, and my heart pounds so loudly at my throat somewhere that I swear, I'm about to spit it out at any moment.

Finally, I finish with the last lock on the door.

At the same time, at the back of my mind, I register that all of a sudden, it is really quiet upstairs now all of a sudden.

Like... eerily quiet.

Oh well...

I run outside as quick as I could, the bright sunlight practically blinding me for a few seconds.

I start screaming loudly for help. Hopefully one of Marshall's neighbors can hear me.

I don't get too far though.

Before a strong pair of arms wrap around my waist, a hand clamping around my mouth firmly, silencing me as I'm dragged back inside the house.

Marshall slams the door shut and speaks quietly into my ear.

"Didn't I just tell you not to fucking try to run?!"

Stumbled across this pic on Instagram. Whoever made it got talent, because I really like it lol. I wish I had photoshop skills like that...

Anyways, consider it a Robyn & Marshall pic from their happier days. Before she found out he was a serial killer and all lmao