{Reader's POV}
"GET...OFF...ME!" I screamed and thrashed violently as Jack pinned me to the floor of the hallway, struggling to break free as he straddled me. The chain was at its end, even if I were standing I wouldn't be able to move any further, which probably exactly what Jack had in mind when he'd chased me. Gripping my hands, he pinned them above my head harshly, slamming them against the floor.
"Stop struggling," he hissed, allowing more of his weight to settle on my body, and held my wrists in place with one hand as he used the other to reach into his hoodie's pocket. Withdrawing a large roll of duct tape, he brought it to his mouth and used his teeth to tug at the end, a loud, sharp crack echoing through the cabin. Lifting my wrists above my head, he quickly wrapped the roll around them several times, his grip sliding further down my arms as he worked.
Soon my wrists were encased in a thick layer of duct tape, rendering them totally immobile. The entire time he did it I struggled ferociously, and in return he allowed a little more of his weight to rest on me, but still little enough so as to avoid crushing me. Once he finished he released my arms and let them fall limply, getting off me. Immediately I rolled over and tried to scramble to my feet to run, only for the chain on my ankle to catch and make me fall again.
Jack chuckled as he watched me, quickly pinning me so I laid on my stomach. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" I screeched, flailing to get up only for him to sit on me. Grunting under his weight, I turned my head to watch as he lifted my legs into the air. Of course I kicked and flailed them the whole time, which only made him growl in annoyance.
"I said stop struggling!" He grabbed an ankle and squeezed so tight I thought I could feel the circulation cut off, making me gasp and go tense. He took advantage of my momentary shock to quickly bind my legs together, wrapping more layers of the silvery tape around my ankles just above the shackle. Tearing off the end, he dropped the roll and got off me once more, quickly rolling me onto my back and sitting me up.
At this point I was shaking, with fear, terror, rage, despair, fury, indignity... Every negative emotion associated with shaking and trembling swirled inside me in a violent vortex of darkness. I struggled to pry my hands apart from their silvery bindings, but I couldn't, and Jack seemed indifferent to my efforts. Grabbing the roll, he tugged it one last time and began winding it around my torso just below the shoulders, binding my arms to my sides. With that he dropped it and smirked as he stared at me.
Tears filled my vision as I glared at him, knowing I was completely helpless and vulnerable. Towering above me, he took a step forward and I scooted back, my back pressing against the wall. Jack bent down and slipped his arms between my knees and behind my back, carefully lifting me from the ground. I struggled as he carried me back to my room, unceremoniously dropping me onto the bed. The chain rattled as I landed, and as I shifted so I could look at him I couldn't help thinking he seemed taller than usual. Was it because I knew I was totally at his mercy? Blinking away tears, I glared at him as best as I could.
{Jack's POV}
"What to do, what to do..."
Jack paced around the bedroom thoughtfully, [Name] following his movements with her head as she glared at him. Not like there was anything else she could do, tied up like that. Her [e/c] eyes sparkled with rage and fury, but also a glimmer of fear and anxiety. She was completely at his mercy, and they both knew it. For the time being, that ability to savor it might be the only thing keeping Jack from killing her.
Rage boiled inside him. When she locked him in the room, horrible fury and wrath welled inside of him. After he escaped through the window his first instinct was to slice her open, but he couldn't do that. He couldn't, yet... he could. There was literally nothing keeping him from using his scalpel to pierce her flesh except that voice in the back of his head saying not to harm her, and that desperate need not to be alone anymore. Right now, he needed time to think, to clear his mind.
And he still needed to punish her.
"Locking me in your room was really bad," he noted aloud, still pacing. "I need to punish you, but how..."
"Taping me isn't punishment enough?" she grumbled. Glancing at her disapprovingly, Jack slid the scalpel from his pocket and was suddenly next to her, holding it next to her neck.
"Not really," he said as her body went tense, her [e/c] eyes wide as she stared at it. After a moment he smirked and removed it from her neck, lowering it to her stomach. "Option one. Appendectomy. Of course I'll inject the area with morphine, so you won't feel a thing..." [Name] gave a small whimper, her stomach lurching under his scalpel.
"No," she croaked, her face draining of color, and he chuckled.
"Now, now, that's only option one," he said, removing the scalpel. Color slowly returned as she softly exhaled in relief, but her gaze was still wary as he stepped back and began pacing once more. "Option two... hmm... let's see..." An evil smile suddenly spread across his face as an idea struck him. "I know! Leave you in the forest overnight!"
"What!" she squeaked, color draining once more. [Name] started shaking, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Jack, are you crazy!? Wh-what if there are bears out there!?"
"Oh, there aren't any bears," he assured her with a smile. "Only the Rake."
"...The Rake...?" Mulling over it, she noticeably gulped and said, "...Th-that sounds even worse...!" Offering a reassuring smile, he patted her head gently.
"Oh, it is." His smile only grew as her expression grew worse. "Don't worry, it'd only be until sunrise. Just two or three hours... though maybe longer. I don't really have a clock, so for all I know it could be four of five hours before sunrise." As he spoke the idea grew more and more tempting, especially as her face grew paler and paler, and with this in mind he unlocked the shackle on her ankle. Immediately she set into panic mode, attempting to worm away as he lifted her once more.
"Jack, stop!" she yelled, thrashing in his arms as he carried her to the main portion of the cabin. "Th-this isn't funny! Let me go!"
"What did I say about struggling?" he hissed, giving her a tight squeeze. Instantly her body went limp, but after a moment she continued, her voice quieter.
"Jack, can't you see I'm scared?" she pleaded.
"Can't you see that I'm mad?" he growled in response, his voice now almost completely demonic. Her eyes widened and her body went completely tense, and after a moment she swallowed and went limp. Shifting his hold slightly, he reached a hand for the front door to open it.
"Know what? Why don't you just kill me!" This made Jack freeze, hand inches away from the doorknob. Slowly he looked down, seeing her glaring at him tearfully.
"...What?"
"You obviously don't care about whether I live or die! So just get it over with and kill me now!" Her words struck a nerve in him, stunning him. Staring at her silently for a few moments, her eyes suddenly welled with tears and she began sobbing, tilting her head forward so her bangs fell into her face. At this point his shoulders slumped a bit, withdrawing his hand from the doorknob.
"[Name]." Her sobbing stopped as she tensed, slowly raising her tearful eyes to look at him. Jack's lips were set in a frown as he gazed at her, his expression full of thought. "Do you really think I feel that way?" She didn't respond right away, but after a few moments she gave a small, feeble nod, her head bowing once more as she sobbed. Sighing, Jack turned around, carrying her back to the bedroom. Dropping her on the bed once more, he locked the chain around her ankle before pulling out his scalpel. She winced and shrunk back as he leaned over her with it, squeezing her eyes shut and holding her breath.
Riiiiip.
He sliced through the duct tape on her arms and ankles, tearing it off and balling it before stuffing it into his hoodie pocket. Gripping her arms, he pulled out her wrists and slid the scalpel between them, tearing through it cleanly. As he did so he didn't take care to be gentle, and she winced in pain as he yanked the tape off her wrists. Immediately she started rubbing them, while Jack just slid the tape and scalpel back into his pocket.
"[Name]," he said, making her freeze and slowly turn her head to look at him, her [e/c] gaze full of wariness, anger and fear. Jack paused, trying to think of the right words. Communicating with others was a bit difficult for him; he was used to being alone, on his own. However, he knew he needed to say something, and he knew what it was, just not how to say.
After thinking for a few moments, he spoke, choosing his words carefully. "I may not always act like it, but... I don't hate you. It's just... I'm a predator, I naturally see humans as prey. Scaring humans is in my nature, I don't know how else to act around them... It's weird to interact with one... you... in a different way. I know I'm rough on you sometimes, but that doesn't mean I want you dead."
Jack sighed as he finished, waiting for [Name]'s reaction. For a few moments she just stared at him silently, her expression unreadable, before slowly lowering her head as she continued rubbing her wrists. Realizing she probably wouldn't answer, he sighed. "I'm going to leave the chain on full-time for a while... Consider it punishment for locking me in your room." Still getting no response, he turned and walked out, quietly closing the door.