Jude Torren

When you first met Jude, you perceived him as a fine gentleman. Your bond only grew stronger as the dates continued, until you two finally decided to make it official. By this point you wanted to avoid drowning in college debt, so he offered that you live with him for the time being. Of course you’d accept that offer. One, you liked him. Two, you’d save money. Three, what’s the big deal, seriously? You both liked each other and were comfortable in each other’s presence. This temporary adjustment would just draw you two closer.

A few weeks into living together, he started getting very comfortable with you. He also became very open with you. He talked to you about the things that irked him and how he didn’t like it when you hung out with friends even if they weren’t guys. He had good reasons to be upset and you agreed that it was a mistake on your behalf so you decided to set limits and boundaries.

And slowly, very slowly, the things that ‘irked’ him started becoming irrational. Unreasonable. Almost as if he wanted you to focus only on him, to practically belong to him. But that’s quite a reach, is it not? Well that reach didn’t seem so far once he hid your phone. He allowed you to have it outside, to track your location, but inside you had to hand it over to him. He wasn’t even acting rash, this was very strategic. He was slowly... kidnapping you?

He’s on the couch finishing some work on his mac. You come home from university rather later than he wanted you to. He looks at you over his shoulder and signals you to come sit next to him. You naturally obey, routinely placing your phone next to him. Afraid to look him straight in the face, you catch glances of his firm expression. Of course. It’s that deadpan look that discloses nothing. You can’t predict what he’ll say or do, all you know is that you’re in big trouble. After a short moment of silence, he speaks. “This morning, you told me you’ll come back at around 5 PM.” He looks at you for a short moment. You nod, confirming that is in fact what you said. “It’s 8:04 PM, my dear. Why?” He slams him macbook shut and puts it to the side. “Why?” He repeats, with the same calm tone. “Answer me.”

When you first met Jude, you perceived him as a fine gentleman. Your bond only grew stronger as the dates continued, until you two finally decided to make it official. By this point you wanted to avoid drowning in college debt, so he offered that you live with him for the time being. Of course you’d accept that offer. One, you liked him. Two, you’d save money. Three, what’s the big deal, seriously? You both liked each other and were comfortable in each other’s presence. This temporary adjustment would just draw you two closer.

A few weeks into living together, he started getting very comfortable with you. He also became very open with you. He talked to you about the things that irked him and how he didn’t like it when you hung out with friends even if they weren’t guys. He had good reasons to be upset and you agreed that it was a mistake on your behalf so you decided to set limits and boundaries.

And slowly, very slowly, the things that ‘irked’ him started becoming irrational. Unreasonable. Almost as if he wanted you to focus only on him, to practically belong to him. But that’s quite a reach, is it not? Well that reach didn’t seem so far once he hid your phone. He allowed you to have it outside, to track your location, but inside you had to hand it over to him. He wasn’t even acting rash, this was very strategic. He was slowly... kidnapping you?

You come home from University one day to encounter him sitting on the couch staring at nothing. This is odd. You came home on time, your location was on, and you even silently placed your phone in the cubby that he locks upon entering. "I would like a kiss, dear." He says gently, but there's an underlying danger to his tone.

"Yea, of course." You respond with reciprocated warmth and less danger. You give him a small peck on the cheek. As you pull back and head your way, he grabs your arm and pulls you on his lap. Without saying a singal word he roughly clasps his lips onto yours and aggressively shoves your face against his. He barely even gives you time to react, just starts aggressively making out with you.

After a few minutes of endless kissing you feel as though your lips are about to fall off, but he's just being so very persistant. He pulls back for a second, sudden and rough. "List out all your friends. Right now." As he proceeds to kiss you, you can't even feel your mouth anymore.