❝ maybe they weren't the romeo to my juliet after all. or perhaps, they were. maybe that's why we had a tragic ending. ❞
𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣 𝙟𝙖𝙚𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝙨𝙝𝙚/𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧
second chance and forbidden love fanfic.
𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 4 𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣 !!
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====== " 'Cause since you've been gone I've got along but I've been sad " ====== CH. 4
A man whispers, "Wakey wakey, detective." When you look up, you're tethered to a chair, with a faint light shining over you.
How ironic.
He was seated in the chair in front of you, you noticed. You noticed his tall, broad body and shaggy platinum blond hair when you looked down at him.
He had a black mask as well. He was dressed in a white top with torn black jeans, glasses, and two black rings on his fingers. This wasn't the man you saw last night.
With an awkward laugh and a pinch of sarcasm, you say, "You don't look like a killer..." You seemed surprisingly unconcerned about it. That's when it dawned on you. Your thigh.
You had to stay calm under any circumstance(s). It still hurts, but not quite as much. When you look down, you note that you are dressed in shorts and a white top. You see a purple bruise on your upper thigh.
He must have fired a rubber bullet at you. You were taken aback by the fact that you're still alive.
"You..." you begin, irritated by the fact that he most likely saw you naked. "Have you ever heard of consent? What a pervert! To hell with it!" You say and stomp your foot on the ground.
You couldn't even get up from your chair. Chains tangled around your body, even on your wrists, securing them to the chair's arms.
"I didn't make any changes to you." With a raised brow, he says. "I may kill people for a variety of reasons," he says, "but I respect women."
You give a laugh. "Then you tie me up? Let me make a guess. You're into this type of shit? Again with the consent... " As you roll your eyes, you say.
Your strategy was to annoy him into either killing you or just releasing you. You knew damn well you weren't going to give out any information under any circumstance.
When he clears his throat, his cheeks turn slightly pink. "Stop making it dirty! Believe it or not, I'm 27 years old. I'm not into little kids. And to be honest, I don't even know why you're here."
"Oh, please. It'd be a blessing is you had a chance with me," With a sigh and a roll of the eyes, you say.
From the shadows, you hear a girl say, "Knock it off, you two. Especially you, J#06." When you glance back, your gaze moves away from him. You shout, "Show yourself, pussy."
A woman with short brown hair and a white mask emerges from the shadows. "Pussy?" she inquired, her forehead furrowed.
When you face the ground, you murmur, "I'm not repeating my ass for you."
