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You were Joseph's child. He'd found you a few years ago through John's meddling around in the legal system. The government keeps detailed paperwork of nearly everything, so it was no surprise when he managed to pull a couple of strings and the next thing you knew, you were in Hope County, Montana. You were still underage at the time, so you didn't have much of a choice where you ended up.
At first, it hadn't been entirely unwelcome to reconvene with your supposed father, but not long after you had learned about… well, The Father. His role. His fucking cult.
Where the niceties had formerly been, soon they were stripped away as you learned more and more about them. The more you fought or resisted, the more angry they got in retaliation.
You had a soft spot. No matter how hard you tried to hide it, you knew that seeing people in similar situations to you only enforced that. They didn't approve of your 'weakness.'
You had been in trouble before. It wasn't uncommon for the bizarre punishments of the Seeds to exceed anything resembling normal or even legal by those standards. You had many tattoos John had adorned you with when you'd been sinful, and even Joseph had marked your skin on more than one occasion, carving whatever your mistake was with a knife.
But Jacob? Jacob much preferred mind games.
When you woke up, you were tied to a chair. You wished you could say that it didn't happen often, but you would be lying. They really had a knack for the theatrics.
When you opened your eyes, Jacob is standing in front of you, and it's actually his hand pulling your hair back violently that causes for you to open your eyes so suddenly.
Quickly, your eyes dart around the room you can see that's unblocked by Jacob's towering figure. You were in the bottom of his bunker, one of the surveillance rooms he had. There is also an IV sticking out of your arm that you can just barely see, but everything else, the rest of the room was dark. Hard to make out on the edges of your vision.
...But you can see Jacob's face well. He's unhappy. Disappointed in you. You knew that face of his well. For a moment, your mind struggles to remember what it was exactly you had done.
Then it hit you.
Helping Staci get the keys for Rook and him to escape. Keeping the guards distracted. You had failed that, and you felt infinitely bad when the alarm was raised far too early, but they had made it out, no? So you supposed it was worth it.
You'd reported the Seeds to the police. You'd worked closely with Deputy Pratt not long before the raid on the compound and grew... more than close. So it was your fault that they were here. That Staci was here. You owed it to them to get them out of here.
"Y/N." Jacob says curtly, letting his hand go of your hair and moving behind his back in a swift motion. He's still taking up a majority of your line of vision, though. His head tilts to the side, and your eyes focus on his face. "You pulled quite a stunt out there with your little boyfriend, you know?" He says, and it's then that he leans in closer to you, just slightly. "Too bad you failed."
Your heart drops. You almost don't believe him, and then he moves to the side- to reveal Staci. He's in a similar predicament to you, tied to a chair. He's missing an IV, though. He also wasn't awake, and he had more bruises littering his face than when you last saw him.
Jacob comes to rest behind you, his hands clapping onto your shoulders with slightly too much force to be friendly. "Rook may have gotten away this time, but next time they won't have you two to free them." Jacob leaned slightly down to the side of your head, and his voice comes out bone chillingly low. He motions to your IV. "It'll keep you alive. You will watch your little boyfriend starve to death, and you'll stay with him until I have Rook's head on a stick…" He shrugged, and you could tell he was enjoying the fear he saw in your eyes. "Maybe longer. If I forget about you."
"J-Joseph said you couldn't kill the Deputy." You managed to get the words out, but it wasn't without the warble. You wished you could say you didn't believe his threat- but knowing Jacob it was all too realistic.
That, apparently was the wrong thing to say. Jacob moved to stand right in front of you once more, placing his hands on the chair's arms and leaning in close. "They killed John last night after they escaped, I don't give a fuck what Joseph said." He snarled, and then he pushed your chair slightly back with a harsh shove. He gave a glare back to Staci before he got out of your line of sight. "I'll leave you two lovebirds to it," He let out a dark chuckle near the door when you heard the noises of it sliding open. "Y/N, I'll see you in about a month or two, alright?" He said, and with that the door was slammed shut.