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by
C.P. Harris
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July 31 - August 2, 2025
The disappointment at him not recognizing me settled in, and I blinked the tears away. I thought our love would bring him back to me the moment he laid eyes on me, but it didn’t. What was I supposed to do now?
“Am I your prisoner?” “Yes.” His monotone inflection hadn’t changed, but something in his eyes said he relished the fact. “Well,” I started with more bravado than I felt, “do I get to know the name of the man holding me captive?” “He sees himself as the brave one.” “Or are you afraid of me knowing? Think I might tell someone once I get out of here?” I fisted my trembling hands behind my back. A spark of challenge, and maybe even pity, lit his eyes, as if he wanted to say I wouldn’t be making it out of here alive. “Sparrow,” he whispered. “His name is Sparrow. I met him once, only I didn’t know
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“The gatekeeper,” I breathed to myself, right before he closed the door and locked me in.
Elliott just watched us, and it was hard not to stare back. He was the prettiest boy I’d ever seen.
“We loved you,” I whispered. We loved all of him, which meant even the part of him we didn’t know. “We… loved you too.”
“I’m male.” Quentin jumped in as if he hadn’t picked up on the tension. “Well, you can still be our pretty girl.” He smirked at me when I sighed in exasperation. “What? It suits him.” I rolled my eyes, but Elliott hadn’t disagreed. I glanced over to find him blushing, hard.
“How did your mother die?” Sparrow’s back was to me, his hand white-knuckling the doorframe. “My stepfather killed her,” I whispered before he closed the door, locking me in again.
“You and Miguel have books. Let me have this.” Let me take care of you, was what he didn’t say.
“Are stepbrothers usually as close as you and Miguel are?” Quentin snorted. “I don’t think anyone’s as close as we are. I’m kind of obsessed with him.” A blush spread from below his freckles, making my heart turn to goo. I loved when Quentin got mushy. Loved when he forced his rough affection on me too. His mushiness usually involved professions of murder and mayhem if anyone came near me. Saying he was obsessed with me was kind of tame in comparison to the usual.
“We were just three broken, codependent kids looking for a type of love no one could ever take from us. We had no boundaries, and before long, going too far didn’t seem far enough.”
“You look fucking beautiful in that dress, pretty girl.”
“Green is your color,”
Exactly how many people did I need to go through to get to Elliott?
“My n-name is Miguel Ramirez,”
I stuttered, needing to say it even though he already knew it. I needed the reminder of who I was, and I needed him to see me as human.
“My mother’s name was Gabriela.”
Tears blurred my vision as Sparrow worked diligently to bind my ankles to the feet of the chair.
“I’m scared of the dark and the cold,” I whispered in a voice I hadn’t used since I was a kid, “but...
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“I’ve never met anyone stronger and more protective than my husband, Quentin, or anyone more gentle and compassionate than Elliott. I’m trying to be strong and protective and compassionate and gentle now, but I’m scared,” I cried, biting down on my trembling bottom lip. “So fucking scared.”
“For so long I’ve wanted to end it all,” I confessed, feeling split open, raw, and at my lowest. “Not a day has gone by since I lost you that I haven’t thought about ending it all like… like my mother did,” I whispered shakily.
“It was my fault, just like losing you was my fault. I’m so sorry, and I’m so scared,” I sobbed as Sparrow stood with his back to me. “I need you. Elliott… I-I need you.” Could he hear me? Was it enough to break through to the man I loved more than anything?
“Would you really hurt me again?”
“I will protect them,”
“Am I still yours?”
“Fuck yeah, pretty girl.” Quentin sounded relieved. “I’d go to war for you.”
“What’s baby-gravy?”
Miguel coughed into his free hand, choking on his saliva while Quentin’s eyes bugged out.
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“Is this an example of something I should l...
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“It’s cum,”
“Oh.”
“And you wanted to make sur...
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“Yeah, well, I sometimes joke that he’s gonna be my baby daddy. That I’m gonna get him pregnant.”
“He craved love and touch. So much touch. He practically purred whenever we touched him. Quentin and I worshipped him. He was our religion, the altar we knelt at.”
“No, I wouldn’t call him grumpy.”
“If you worshipped him, then why am I here?”
“I’m gonna keep finger fucking you,”
“until you’re balls deep inside of my pretty girl. Then I’m gonna shove my cock so far inside of you, fucking you slow until our girl gets adjusted, then I’m gonna fuck you hard, like I’ve been wanting to all day.”
“I want some of that cum he pumped inside of you, pretty girl. Can I?”
“Y-yes,”
I’m falling for my captor.
“I acknowledge you, Sparrow. I acknowledge your bravery, how fiercely you protect. I acknowledge your sacrifices for those you love, and the pain you’ve endured. I acknowledge your big heart, your sadness, your loneliness, your strength, and your fears. I see you, Sparrow,” I said quietly, “and I’ll always acknowledge you.”
“I swear it.”
“This is the part where you don’t get angry, where you don’t hide just because I’ve said something that made you feel vulnerable. Don’t lash out, Sparrow. Let the goodness in you dictate what you do next.”
There’s still one more room.
“Do you want to kiss me?”
“Yes,”
“Leave here? Why don’t you say what you really mean?”
“What do you think I mean, Sparrow?”
