Pairings: Yandere!Philip Hamilton x g/n!reader
Warnings: yandere themes, kidnapping, toxic and unhealthy relationships, manipulation, mentions of murder and dying (please don't read if you're uncomfortable with any of these), swearing, being really cold
Time: not specified
A/N: i wrote this the other night at 2 am, and i'm definitely not happy with it but i need to get it out of my drafts 😭
You sat on the cold, stone floor, violently shivering, the only sounds coming from your heavy breathing, the pounding in your head and the cold air blowing in through the open window. You felt your energy draining as you could barely keep your head up long enough to glare at your captor. He sat on the bench in the middle of the room, staring smugly down at you, a warm towel held tightly in his arms. It was almost like he was enjoying this. The fact that you were almost certain that he was made you sick to your stomach. Why wouldn't he be? Any situation where you were weak and begging for his help made him feel powerful, and reminded both you and himself that your life was in his hands. And that was extremely enjoyable to him.
"Y/N, you're being ridiculous," he said, "all you have to do is apologise, and you can be warm again."
If your hands weren't chained to the wall, you would've slapped him before he could even finish his sentence. He's the one who dumped the bucket of ice cold water on you because of some bullshit reason you couldn't even remember, and he was calling you ridiculous?
But with every second your body was screaming at you to apologise. You could feel your lips becoming numb every second your teeth chattered to the point where it was almost painful.
You said nothing, just glared at him as he had the nerve to look at you so innocently, so hurt by your hostility.
With a sigh, he stood up from the bench, leaving the towel on the bench, just out of your reach as he headed for the door, "Fine. Stay here. I hope you learn your lesson before you freeze to death."
Your heart pounded with fear. On one hand, you were sure he was just bluffing. He wouldn't have kidnapped and killed for you just to leave you to die. On the other hand, you were sure that you would freeze if you stayed there any longer.
"Wait!" you grimaced at the desperation in your voice. You felt so vulnerable, so pathetic. You hated it, while he was loving every second of it, "P-please, just- don't leave." you couldn't believe what you were saying.
Philip turned around, crossing his arms over his chest as he leant against the stone wall, "Is there something you wanna say?"
You hated him. Everything he did made your blood boil with anger. The way he spoke to you like you were a small toddler, acting like you were completely defenceless and useless without him. But you shoved all that hate down. You didn't want to die in his house.
"I," you took a shaky breath, not even the tears running down your cheeks providing any warmth, "I'm sorry."
He titled his head to the side, "For?"
Your lips clamped shut. Why did he have to be such a prick all the time? So much had been happening lately you couldn't even remember what he made you have for dinner last night. Well, come to think of it, you didn't remember having dinner at all last night... how long had you been down there for?
With a huff, he began walking toward you, "Or do you need some reminding?" he knelt in front of you, his hand roughly gripping your chin, forcing you to look at him, "Does the name Theodosia ring a bell?" Just the sound of her name brought more tears to your eyes (tears you hoped Philip would take pity on). You hadn't seen her in months. But, you did feel like you had had some sort of interaction with her recently...
Scoffing, Philip's grip on your chin tightened, "Or will some more ice water help you remember?"
Your eyes widened at his threat, and you felt your breath become heavier, your chest falling up and down, "No! No," you cried, your vision becoming blurry with tears, "I-I remember, I remember."
He chuckled darkly, "I sure hope you do. Otherwise I would've killed her for no good reason." As if he's never done that. He narrowed his eyes at you, "Now apologise."
You gulped, regaining some memory of what had happened with Theo, "I-I'm sorry for trying to leave..." you whispered, almost afraid of speaking too loud, which didn't impress your captor.
"What was that?" he asked mockingly.
With a shaky breath, you repeated yourself, "I'm sorry for trying to leave you."
Philip's expression softened immediately, a smile gracing his lips as he loosened his grip on your chin, "See?" He brought both his hands up to your cheeks, cupping your face as he used his thumb to wipe away your tears, "Now was that so hard?"
You said nothing, sniffling as you stared down at the floor, not wanting to look at him any longer. You felt his lips press against your forehead, followed by the chains around your hands loosening, until they were finally free. Philip's warm hands wrapped around your wrists, helping you stand up from the cold floor, as he guessed your legs would've been numb. He guided you toward the bench, pulling your body toward his as you felt the warm towel wrapping around your body.
You practically melted in his arms, feeling tears of relief fall down your cheeks. You held back a sigh of content, not wanting to give Philip the satisfaction of knowing that something he did made you feel better.
You felt his hand wrap around the back of your neck as he pulled you closer, leaning his forehead against yours, "See how much easier this is, Y/N? You just have to do what you're told and it can be like this all the time. Understand?" You stopped yourself from arguing with him, knowing it would just be more trouble, which was the last thing you wanted right then.
With a shaky breath, you brought yourself to reply. "I understand."
