Too Much of a Good Thing Leads to.. (HisokaxReader)

A Bird In the Cage

A/N- Huge thank you to anyone still reading. It means a lot to me, I have  been super occupied with college and over winter break with my family and such due to the holidays. I hope you all had a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays. Be on the look out for my Holiday Special! <3 <3

??????, Hisoka's Bedroom

My eyes flicker open, the weight of the body next to me has disappeared over night- or morning- or- what time is it really? I feel so drained, and I can barely move my legs. I prop myself with my arms to look around the room. The lights were on, so that means Hisoka must have been in here. There is still an imprint on the bed in Hisoka's shape, I touch it lightly. My feelings are mixed on him he- no shut up, he's horrible, I can't let myself give in to him. Okay- so now what? How am I going to escape? Is Joe still looking for me? These thoughts keep racing through my brain as I try to figure out what's going on. That was a one-night stand, right? I look at the sheets under me and they are drenched in blood. Did my hymen break that bad? Oh goodness... I try to move my legs and it hurts too much. I begin rubbing them to liven the nerves more and reduce the pain. I see a note on the side of the nightstand. I drag myself across to it grasping at the magic card with written words on the back which read:

"Thank you for such a fun night, remember to clean yourself up. You've made quite a mess, you dirty little girl~♥

-If you can walk that is."

I huff ripping the card in half my face fully red. How infuriatingly self-assured he is to write a note like that to me after what he did. I shake the thoughts of the man away and look around the room while stretching my upper body. Life seems to have returned to my legs as I could move them now. I sigh in relief and move to get off the bed, but when my feet touch the ground my knees buckle, and I fall to the floor.

"SHOOT!" I shout bracing my body with my hands on the sleek wooden floor. I look at my legs in surprise, I can't even hold my body up. I grumble, my bare body shakes in response to the cold air now engulfing me. I retreat back to the bed and its warm sheets; I scramble atop the plush mattress and lay back in defeat. I need to get out of here, what if he comes back? A dark pit grows in my stomach. I lay on my side shuddering at the thought of never escaping this place and not seeing my mom. How long have I been here? Two days? I cannot remember. I mumble something about my mother being worried and shift to my side looking at the door to the hallway. I just need to wait a little while longer until my legs start regaining their strength. I begin to message the meaty muscles with my hands in hopes it will relieve any sort of tension within.

After half an hour or so of massaging my legs I regain my assurance that I can possibly hold my own. I roll myself to the edge of the bed with my feet dangling from it. I lean one forward and like a fawn learning to walk, I wobble before I stand up on my own. My knees wobble for a moment then begin to adjust to my weight. I throw my hands in the air cheering at my success. Who knew rough sex could take so much energy out of you? Shakily I make my way towards the bathroom, I really need a shower. I see fluffy cotton towels neatly folded on top of a wrack and a notecard with folded clothes on the bathroom counter. I pick it up and it read:

"Wow! I'm thoroughly impressed that you've managed to pull yourself up- maybe I should fix that next time we meet."

With frustration I roll my eyes. How pompous this man is... The anger I held within was clear when I was ripping the card into tiny pieces and let them drift to the floor. A sense of satisfaction rushed over me as I stepped into the shower. I made a point as to not look at myself, I did not care as to know what marks Hisoka left on me. In the end I need to leave and that is final. I look at the hair care products and soap placed in the shower hoping to find something good. I pick up the conditioner and see it is bubble-gum scented; a smile creeps up onto my face remembering how Hisoka's hair smells like. I waft these thoughts away visibly frowning. I cannot let him get under my skin, I need to move on and ESCAPE. I wash my body and any remaining fluids on me with the soap. The water under me turns red and I feel a stinging on my back, I must have bled slightly from Hisoka's sharp nails. I huff massaging my scalp allowing the conditioner to soak my hair for a minute or two, before washing it out thoroughly.