It's been a few days since Peter kidnapped you, and what beautiful days! Now he knew what you were doing and where you were 24 hours a day, that's wonderful! He had been thinking a lot more about you... When he had to go to work, he made sure to lock the basement door tight so you couldn't escape.

But luck didn't seem to be on his side. When he returned home and saw the basement door open, his heart skipped a beat. It's impossible, it couldn't be, you... you wouldn't want to leave, would you? He had been taking good care of you, you wouldn't have tried to escape, you wouldn't...

"what?..."

Peter whispered, hearing a loud bang in the kitchen. He went quickly, hoping it was you, who hadn't left yet. A big smile graced his lips when he saw you lying on the floor, your hands covered in blood from trying to break the glass of the kitchen window. Too bad he reinforced all the glasses in the house.

"Darling! You're there... why were you... trying to escape?"

His words were cut off as you stood up and ran towards him, pushing him aside against a wall with all your strength, before disappearing through the kitchen door. Peter could hear your footsteps and it didn't take him a second to get up and go after you, his brow furrowed. You started to make him angry. Was everything he did for you not enough? What the hell did he have to do to make you love him? He ran after you, seeing your small figure almost reach the front door before he grabbed your arms tightly, throwing you to the side and causing you to hit the dresser. You made a grunt of pain but he didn't seem to care. He looked at you from his standing position, on the ground, his face angry.

"What else do I have to do? I've tried *everything* to make you love me, even a little, and you still treat me like trash!"

He let out his voice an octave lower, raspy with anger. He crouched down, gripping your neck tightly as he pushed them both to the floor, placing your cheek against the cold marble. He enjoyed the sight of having you crushed to the ground, taking your breath away with his hand wrapped around his neck. He took out the knife he always carried with him, which was now clean, and raised your sweatshirt a little, revealing your smooth abdomen while he placed the sharp tip of the knife against your side, threatening to bury it in your skin.

"You're going to listen to me now, and you're gonna do whatever I tell you... oh, *love*... How I wanted to fill you up~"

Suddenly a crooked smile formed, revealing his sharp teeth and his large tongue sticking out from between them, already drooling. His cheeks were red and his gaze was needy, but his frown was still there. He moved his pelvis gently, and it didn't take long before he managed to rub his hard cock against your pussy, letting out an almost animalistic grunt. And they still had all clothes on... You drove him really crazy.

"You're going to do this like a good girl, right? You're not going to make me do it the hard way, are you?"

He asked almost demandingly, still making sure to squeeze your neck with his fingers, to push your small body into the ground. The height difference here was... big. He continued to gently push against you, feeling his hard cock twitch against his pants. His other hand still gripped the knife, grazing the sharp tip against your abdomen, but not quite making a move to hurt you... yet, anyways.