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» You are a notorious writer and proud owner of a library, one day your first customer, Chrollo, tells you to meet him on September 1st, leaving the location blank, challenging you to a game of catch.
I wish I had passed out when a sharp pain spread around my neck, my gaze drew blurry as tears streamed down my face, my legs gave out and a solid arm tossed me over a dark shoulder as the cobblestones in the street turned into large grey stone chunks.
Regret could swallow me whole if I wasn't fearing for my life. Large streaks of dark aura flowed freely from the man carrying me, an indicator that what was about to come. Of course I wouldn't be lucky to just find Chrollo, that wasn't how life worked as much as I wanted it to.
A cold grip on my ankle had me sucking in a breath just as my body flew in the air and landed harshly on the floor. Pain struck my arse, my neck felt like it had snapped something my back was aching and lord why was my ankle a pulsating source of agony?
I blinked hard, a weak attempt to shake away my tears, my breath was shaky as I tried to get up to no avail. Pain soared through my trembling spine as I focused on the man, a dark mask with a skull covered most of his face, narrowed black eyes took me in. How was he so unbothered, almost disaproving of my very natural reaction. Dark talons spiked out hovering over my legs, hue shifting to crimson. Hyperventilating as my heart sunk to the core of the earth the realization that I couldn't get up hit me. My body was locked in place, aching in the parts that hit the floor but my ankle was the main source of my pain, was it broken? How could it hurt so much?
More tears streamed down my face, my voice caught on my throat, lungs burning even as I breathed in more and more, sobs filling the silence of the darkness around me. The man was nothing but a blur of dark shadows, when he stepped closer my hands grasped the stone to run away from him, nothing could have prepared me for the pain that fried my circuits when he stepped on my ankle to prevent me from running.
Unbearable pain. Nothing but shadows and distant whines fading away as I passed out.
That had not been a good idea.
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I was stirred awake by the raw blazing agony that was my left ankle, nothing could have prepared me for this. I had the hardest time opening my eyes, as if glued by my tears my eyelids refused to lift. Not only that but in an attempt to open my eyes I realised my hands were tied up by cold heavy metal chains, a shaky breath left me as I finally managed to flutter my eyelids and be shocked by the complete lack of light. Was I blind? I tried to move my right leg and again felt the tight cold chains whose feeling couldn't top the pain.
I heard my breath quicken more than to feel it, in the dark and silence it sounded deafening. What if it drew the attention of the man? I swallowed hard, whatever had made my saliva taste metallic and bitter pushed to the back of my head, this was no time to panic about that. I just wanted to breathe slowly, regularly as if I was sleeping, or passed out. Only the high lords of hell knew what would happen if I drew his attention... I could picture his dark frame sitting in the throne, ready to be pleased by my sobs and whines.
I couldn't go through torture, I could simply not. This had been enough to break me. I'd tell anything and everything to be free.
My breathing slowed down but it still sounded extremely loud and ragged, I couldn't make it better. I felt too uncomfortable, too hurt, too...
How could I even think that I wouldn't meet one of the dangerous members of the Troupe instead of Chrollo? What kind of dumb bitch was I?
My eyes darted around the room, nausea filling my stomach, what if I was blind? What if this man killed me without as much as letting me argue or explain...?
Why was everything so silent, why was I only hearing my breathing and the chains tinkering as they grazed each other and my breaths drew shorter and quicker. How was there a dark room in an abandoned church...
Where was I... How long had it been?
Sobs started and tears dragged along the leftover salt on my face, I was going to die.
Light erupted from a corner, as if called by my sudden breakdown, I blinked hard to shake away my tears and to get used to the new light. I was not blind, how did that terrify me even more?
His voice was higher than I imagined, "Let's have fun time." He drew closer, stopping a step away from me, tilting his torso forward just enough for his face to be next to mine as his dark eyes and shadowed face crinkled into a wicked smile. "No scream?"
A whine left my dry lips, nothing but a first try at begging. "P-"
"Pe?" His eyes widened and I was yanked forward, a yelp left me as the chains grew tighter around my poor arms. "What?"
"I- I'm here to... to.." A screech followed as the chains carved into my skin. "TO SEE CHROLLO, HE'LL ... HE'LL TELL YOU WHAT I'M HERE FOR!" The grip around my shirt didn't lower, nor did the pain now almost forcing me to stand up and that would be bad, for both my broken ankle and my legs chained to the chair.
"Eh... What if liar?" His low chuckle echoed and he pushed me back to the chair, I bit my tongue and cursed. "Why trust you?"
"Why would I lie?" My voice rose several octaves, "Does it look like I'm ready for torture?"
"Yes." I gasped, unable to argue with the man with bad grammar and weird accent.
"Oh?" A smoother voice came from the shadow that crossed the open door, "That was quick Y/N."
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> Author's Note: Hello, I have come to leave you a bit of Feitan. You're welcome Feitan simps (Ari-_-Vespera mostly-)
