Toyed [hisokaxreader]

~Chapter Twenty-Five~

You didn't know where you were.

You didn't know what was happening.

You just didn't know.

And you hated it.

The last time you were semi-conscious you had decided that you were not going to rely on Hisoka to save you, although it would be rather helpful, you came to the conclusion that you didn't need him to save you like some damsel in distress.

That's the opposite of what you were; a damsel. The distress, well...

Your plan was simple.

You were going to, somehow, when you were awake next, try your hardest to fight.

Every time Kastro had you awake, and you saw his face, something in you just upturned and you wanted to puke, punch, and kick him all at once.

You wanted to pulverize him, and anyone he ever loved.

You were going to make him watch as you tore the fingernails and eyelashes out of his friends and family.

You were going to break him.

After a few days? You weren't quite sure, but after what seemed like a few days, your chance had come.

He didn't drug you enough to keep you in submission, and even though your brain was foggy, you could make out what you needed to do. 

And you needed to do it fast.

meanwhile...

I had gone through every avenue of investigation I could think of while looking for (y/n).

I had never felt such burning rage then when the third day had hit and I still didn't know where she was.

Not that I'm worried that she's dead, but the fact that she could be in pain, that Kastro might be doing.... things.... to her while I sit clueless on the sidelines? It angered me beyond compare.

I figured out it was Kastro when I went to confront him about looking at my fruit like she was his, and he wasn't anywhere to be found.

It didn't take long for me to connect the dots.

I ended up having to call Illumi to help.

His twisted mind was easy to manipulate, he's such a strong character for me to use.

"Illumi?" I asked over the phone.

"Yes, Hisoka?"

"I need you to tell me where (y/n) is."

"Why do you think I would know?" he replied. He must have forgotten, I'm not stupid.

"Oh dear, Illumi. You must have lost your touch! The tracker in her thigh is not very well hidden." I sigh. "I didn't want to ask for your help, but unfortunately, I don't think she has much time left. Imagine how your mother and father would feel if the only bride they see fit for you dies while you could have helped!" there was no response from him.

I sighed very very dramatically into the phone. "I guess I overestimated the respect you have for your family."

I gave it about three seconds before he said, "An abandoned warehouse 37 kilometers east from your current location."