Rich In Love; KilluaxReader

Chapter Two

(The dashes between dialogue are your responses, enjoy!)

Waking up my head is blasting, only hearing my heartbeat pound and my brain ache. The first thing that I see is a black wall. 'A black room maybe?' I can't make out much else. It hurts too much to turn my head and my eyes are blurry as all get out. The idea of staying conscious is hurting my head more than before so I lose the thought and pass out. As I doze off I hear voices. They don't sound very close but before I can detect where the sounds are coming from I knock out again.

Waking up this time my head hurts a little less and I get to see a bit better. I can't tell what hour of the day it is because the same room i'm in doesn't seem to have any windows or clocks. Just some candle light throughout the room. As I start to get my senses back I realize I'm not on hard ground, I'm on a bed. The comforter has an expensive touch to it, made with satin. The only thing that I can feel is the bed underneath me and the, 'the chains holding my arms up?!' I start to feel the strain in my arms. 'They must've been resting like this for at least two hours.'

Some women walks in with some sort of laser face and a small kid wearing a dress like outfit following right behind her. They stare at me like some pet waiting to get taken home from a shelter. The child behind her slightly peaks over to look at me in a confused, harmless way. They look about eight to nine years old. 'Her kid maybe?' As the woman starts to open her mouth I realize how fake she looks, like she came right out of a movie.
"Do you have any clue why you've ended up here?"
-"No, uh am I supposed to?"
"Well you are the child of the highest paying company's owner."
-"And I'm supposed to be kidnapped for it?"
"Quite frankly, this is our job. Not much of the kidnapping but more on the killing side."
-"So you're saying you took me just to kill me!?"
"Precisely."
-"Couldn't you have just killed me in my room when you first saw me?"
"That was an option but the individual who hired wanted it to be more of an excrutiating death, we needed a place where there were more options to torture you of course! So concluding that we took you to our home, the Zoldyck Mansion"

As she finishes her sentence a big guy with a pink collared shirt walks in the room with whips. He walks very lazily, almost looking the opposite between the two others in the room. He introduces himself in a nonprofessional way, as if I have heard of him before.
"I'm Milluki, a pro assassin. Momma wants me to be the first one to have fun with you."
'Momma??'
-"Oh, er what do you mean by 'fun'?"
"Well you see what i'm holding right? What should I start with Momma, the whips or the blade" As he says this he pulls out the sharpest blade I've ever seen. It almost looks like it could slice through bone like soft butter.

He slowly walks up to me getting on the bed and holding the short knife up to the fair skin on my arm. Right before he slices up my arm there's knocking at the door in the corner of the dimly lit room. He jumps out of his concentrated state and we all look over to the door to see a big man with white long hair.

"Oh hello father, why must you be interrupting the most exciting event going on today?" The woman with the laser glasses blurts out.
'Father?! How the hell does this family work?'
"I came to let you know we can't be hasty, the individuals who hired us wanted it to be strictly harsh and filled with excruciating pain. We need a thought out plan to match their description efficiently."
"If you must look at it that way what should we do with it in the meantime?"
'It?? Jeez, at least they don't get attached to the people they need to kill.'
"Just leave them here, I'll send one of the kids down later to feed them."
'Wow, I wasn't expected to get anything like food in this place.'
"Fine. Milluki, Kalluto, let's go!"

Before getting off the bed the boy with the pink shirt looks at me in a disgusted way. He quickly slashes my left cheek down to my chin and waddles off in a hurry to try to not be the last one out the door. Thankfully the cut isn't too deep but the angle I'm at forces the blood to drip over the other half of my face. Nothing to wipe the crimson liquid away I lay there in despair wondering if anyone would be coming to save me. 'Am I stuck here?' 'Can I make it out alive on my own somehow?' 'Where even am I?!' As I ponder these horrid thoughts I get drowsier and drowsier by the second. My head and arms feel heavy along with my eyelids. I drift off to a sleep that feels more like a daunted drowse.

Waking up for the third time it feels like two days could've passed. Beginning to remember where I am and recollecting the past events that took on here, I notice that I don't feel the stiffness of the dry blood across my face. My train of thought is coming back sooner than I thought it would. As I open my eyes I start to scope out the room as I usually do when I wake up. This time I'm not the only one sitting on the bed.