Basement

One

You heart was beating so fast and loud you thought you couldn’t listen to your own thoughts for a moment. ‘What does he want from me?’ Two weeks. Two weeks and nothing. You still didn’t know what was going to happen to you. Was he going to rape you? Was he going to kill you? You had no idea, the man never promised you anything. Two fucking weeks, no worried Scott came for you, no infuriated Logan showed up to rescue. If their beloved Jean Grey had had a broken nail, both men would likely start a new mutant war, however when Y/N is kidnapped by SABRETOOTH everything seems to be fine. For the first few days you were sure the X-Men would burst into the cabin and take you home after kicking the feral man’s ass, but as the days started to pass by no one came. Maybe they thought you were dead? That would make sense, especially according to the defense classes you took throughout your life, confrontation with Sabretooth equals death. Even if it was the case, shouldn’t they even look for your body? How considerate.

You were pretty much alive, but not for long though. Victor wasn’t such a bad roommate at all, maybe due to his feline nature, the man was actually calm and silent, and very organized, unless he lost his temper, then… Well, prepare yourself to meet the beast. When his bloodlust was too much, it was common for him to disappear for hours and return covered in blood. You once asked him whose blood was it, he coldly looked at you and said:

“Don’t ask what you don’t wanna know, frail.”

You never questioned him again.

He didn’t leave chained to the wall or gagged, but you weren’t allowed to go outside unless he told you so and you wouldn’t dare go into those dark woods by yourself anyway, it freaked you out the idea of being lost in such a place. Until now.

Your routine was quite easy actually, a lot less busy than at the Institute. It would almost feel like you were on vacation, if you didn’t have a huge man towering you all the time with long sharp claws ready to cut your throat open that was not ashamed of threatening you to do so. He didn’t demand you to do much other than cook for him and clean up a little. In fact, he even allowed you to read some of his books. Sometimes he’d talk to you, tell you many stories from the wars he’s been to or the battles with X-Men way before you joined the team. You managed to be at least polite to him, and sometimes he even made you laugh with his sharp tongue and bluntness, but still he was your captor and you didn’t know what he wanted. You knew he was attracted to you, even before you were abducted, he made it pretty clear by saying dirty things to you as some kind of tease. During the days you spent together it wasn’t uncommon for him to make sexual remarks about your looks and even try to kiss you a couple of times. But he never went further and you always wondered why, since you knew he had no regret in forcing his way with a girl - or as you were taught.

His cabin was comfortable, in fact it was amazing, making you completely shocked realizing Victor had a lot more money than everybody imagined. Apart from some mood swings it wasn’t that scary being around him, sometimes you thought you were already used to it, but you knew once he snapped (and he would) you’d be screwed.

Things went from bad to worse once Victor came back from a hunt, he was covered in blood and carried another dead deer, you were already used to seeing him carry animals, he’d eventually kill some so you’d both have fresh meat, he’d store it and then you’d cook it. However there was something different about that one, it made you uneasy. The way Creed was covered in blood, the huge slice on the animal’s throat that was still dripping fresh blood. Its fur red-stained and the eyes. Two black empty eyes. Staring at those eyes made you feel a shiver run through your spine. Suddenly you felt everything was too much. It was too much being alone in a cabin god knows where with Sabretooth. It was too much the fact your friends, the ones you grew up with and considered family abandoned you to die. It was too much looking at that dead deer and know you were going to be the next deer, sooner or later, Victor would get tired of you, he’d take everything he wanted, maybe you would be too broken for him to have his share of fun and then he would carry your dead body just like he did with his prey. Your dead eyes would stare at him and have no effect on the merciless man while he disposed you to rot somewhere.