↳ 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹: 𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀

𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙡 𝙃𝙚𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙜 - 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵

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[ any reader ]

Why? Why did you make the mistake in thinking you could escape this man-this place? As soon as you took the first turn you wound up lost. Call it a stupidly impulsive decision, making a run for it while the crazed man was distracted.

With shallow breaths you quietly dash along an metal bridge that tremors under your weight, leading you to the end where you must choose between left and right.

This place is hell.

You must've made this exact same choice a dozen times already. You don't know how long you've been sneaking around for, or how many times you've almost had your head taken off by a damn robot. You certainly couldn't count it on your fingers.

"Oh, [Y/n]!" His voice rings in the distance and your heart plummets into your stomach.
Not putting much thought into it, you turn left and carry on jogging. The chains around your wrists don't make it any easier, keeping your hands bound against your front.

A few more twists and turns and you reach the lift, hurrying inside and desperately pushing the button over and over. Only once it begins to carry you upwards do you relax a little.

But your eyes blink open and you grab onto the wall for balance when it suddenly stops, beginning to travel in the opposite direction. Your soul almost leaves your body when you lock eyes with Heisenberg, as the cart jerks to a stop.

"Where do you think you're going, kitten?"

Your mouth opens and closes. "Nowhere," you murmur, stepping back when he comes closer.

"You think you can escape me?" He towers over you. "You think you can lie to me?" You swallow. "I like games, but don't make the mistake in thinking you can get away that easily."

You whimper when he roughly tugs the restraints around your wrists and pulls you closer, struggling to look him in the eye. "I'm..."

His other hand grips your jaw, slightly smushing your cheeks. "Look at me when you speak."

"I'm sorry."

You wouldn't apologise if it was just any guy, except this isn't just any guy, this is Heisenberg. He could kill you at any moment. Slice and dice you like a slab of meat. Chain you up and torture you endlessly. He could even turn you into one of his soldats if he wished.

He could do anything, and the thought alone terrifies you.

"Well," he cocks a brow. "It's a start."

"Please don't kill me." You shakily blurt after looking down.

Realising you'd disobeyed him, your mouth snaps shut and you fearfully wait for him to scold you. Or punish you in some way that'll leave you with nightmares.

Instead, he smiles. "You're too cute to become part of my army. Too fragile. God, I could break you in so many ways. Would you like me to?" With puppy dog eyes you shake your head. "No? But aren't you mine? Can't I do with you whatever I please?"

"Mm mm," you shake your head again.

"Oh, doll, you're wrong. You're mine to keep, to play with, to bend and break. I'm gonna enjoy every second of it."

You whimper pathetically when he tugs you closer and your chest bumps against his. "But first I'm gonna teach you not to disobey me. I don't appreciate my pets trying to run."

"It won't happen again." You plead with your round eyes as he begins to pull you by your chains. He chuckles deeply.

"I'll make sure of it, kitten."

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