His Only Acception { Scabior x Reader }

Chapter Two

I opened my eyes. All i could see was black, nothing else. I was blindfolded and my hands were tied up with thick ropes. Someone was standing behind me, holding my hands thight and pushing me forward so i walked automatically.

'Where shall we put her?' I heard a voice speaking. I didn't know who it was, but i didn't care. I wanted to know where i was but i was afraid to speak. They'd probably kill me if i even tried to say one fucking word.

"Take her to my place', the other voice commanded. While he was holding my wrists tightly he slowly took my rag off, now i could look at him. I leisurely turned around to met his gaze at me. It was him, the same, tall man i've met in the forest before.

I couldn't actually recollect what happend before when i woke up blindfolded. The only thing i remembered was that his hand was wrapped around my throat, nothing else.

I'm not complaining if him honest, it felt quite, hot. And i'd do anything for him holding me like that again.

'Wait, Y/n. What the hell is wrong with you? You're probably kidnapped by some serial killers and you're thinking by getting choked by a tall brown haired man.' I was thinking in my head.

I saw a devilish smirk appearing on the man's face that was holding me. He walked with me to his um, tent? I didn't even know where we were going but that smirk was still visible on his face.

'I-is it possible that he could hear my fucking thoughts?', i wondered myself. I'd be fucked up if he could though.

We arrived in the middle of nowhere near a lake, but this was still in a forest. There were a lot of tents settled up, Big and they were black. His hands were going up near my arm. Holding it tightly with the same grip he did with my wrists.

'Wha-, hey, let the fuck go off me you rat!', i spat at him. I finally tried to say something, because this was even getting more painfuller.

'Maybe you should shut that filthy mouth of yours and behave', he spat back.

I ignored him as we arrived at his tent. 'So this is your, what do you fucking call it? Your paradise?', As i said sarcastically while he literally pushed me in his tent.

I fell on the ground and almost hit my head. 'I swear to god, if you even put one fucking finger on me again i will-', but i couldn't finish my sentence because he interrupted me.

'You what, huh? Punish me? Please, don't make me laugh', he spat while he leaned very close to me while i was still laying on the ground. I tried to crumble back up but my hands were still tied up.

'At least you could untie me then', i scoffed back. I was so mad, i literally wanted to beat the shit out of him.

'No, love, not until you can control yourself', he replied with a soft voice back.

There it was, that smirk of him again. It sort of kinda scared me and really started to hate that smirk. What was he up to? What are his fucking plans for me? Why am i even here?