Chrollo Imagines

Kurta Reader

Years had passed since the massacre of your people. You had watched them die, watch the murderers running around town killing men, women, and children alike. They showed no mercy, no sympathy for the victims. All you could do was watch, watch from your hiding spot. That was years ago. You had managed to get away and rebuild your life in Yorknew City. Getting a job and a place to stay was difficult as you were young when you first arrived, but now you were set. You landed an okay job, a small but nice apartment. Things were finally good and you were happy.

Wrapping up your late-night shift, you started heading home. It was a long day, filled with angry customers and sore feet. You were finally heading hope, finally. The streets were dark and quiet, unusual for a Friday night. But then again there was that auction going on a few blocks over, guess most of the town was either there or staying away from there. Suddenly there was a blast. The force knocked you a few feet back. Hitting the floor hard. You were gasping for breath trying to absorb what just occurred. Your vision was spotty, your body was sore. What had just happened? Looking around you tried to collect what you could, was anyone else around? Where did it come from? That's when you saw them, the people who murdered everyone you loved. Who made you an orphan. Made you the last of your kind. The Phantom Troupe. You couldn't stop yourself, you wanted to play dead or slowly sneak away from them. But you couldn't, you couldn't stop your eyes from betraying your preservation of life. They began to glow, glow that scarlet of red that had been a death sentence for your brethren. That's when he looked at you, the leader. Tilting his head as he stared at you, his smile connived mockery. "Looks like one escaped." His voice was smooth, yet the remembrance of how this same voice had yelled orders for the torture and murder of your tribe. Before you could react you saw him walk nearer. Watching you with that same smile. Suddenly you felt a blow to your head, then darkness.

Waking up wasn't pleasant, your head was sore and tender. Your body felt like it just ran a marathon. What had happened? The last you remember, oh god. The last you remember was the Phantom Troupe. Sitting up you realized you were on a bed. Maybe someone saved you. However, that thought was crushed when you attempted to get out of bed only to be yanked back by a chain around your ankle. You froze, wherever you are, whoever took you. You were probably not going to make it out alive.

The sound of the door broke you from your thoughts. It was him, the leader of the Phantom Troupe. Making your way back on the bed, you pushed yourself to the farthest corner you could. He came in, locking the door behind him. He was carrying a tray, with a bowl on it? It was silent as he made his way to you, even when he took a seat on the bed near you. You were too scared to look him in the eyes, but then again. You were also scared to take your eyes off him. instead settling to watch his hands. "Here" He pushed the tray towards you. "It's soup. Vegetable soup to be exact." You made no move to do as he said. A sigh escaped his mouth. He picked up the bowl and took a sip of it. "See. It's fine. Eat." Moving the bowl back towards you. "Go to hell." You may have been scared of him, but there was no way you were going to do as he said. There was silence again until he broke it with his laugh. "If it would make you feel better I would. Now eat. You're lucky I've repeated myself so many times." Would he kill you if you refused again? As much as you hated this man, you still did value your life. Taking the bowl you began to eat slowly. Suddenly his hand came to stroke your hair, you tried to flick away but he was too fast. "Good girl."

He waited until you were done, collecting the bowl and tray, putting them on the nightstand. His hands found their way to your ankles. You tried to kick them off, but his grip was strong. Before you could try again he pulled you so you were placed under him. He had climbed on you, pinning your arms with one of his hands above your head. While pining your legs down with his own. You were unable to read his expression, no smile, no smirk, no frown. All you could get was his eyes looking serious. "Now that you're here I expect nothing, but obedience. You do as I say when I saw it. Understand?" Fear had frozen you, but he must have been mad if he thought you would happily oblige. His free hand wrapped itself around your throat, squeezing. You were struggling to breathe, trying to break free from his grasp. It wasn't until you were seeing spots in your vision that he let loose. You were gasping for air, coughing. "Obedience is what I'm after. Remember?" All you could do was nod. "Good. I'll go get you some water now then I'll let you get accustomed to the room." Getting off of you, he gathered the bowl and tray and headed to the door. "W-why?" You were trying to speak, yet you hadn't gathered all your air yet. He turned around looking at you. "Why what?" His tone was curious like he truly didn't know why you wondered by he hadn't killed you on-site, he saw your eyes, he knew what you were. "Why, why not just kill me. Kill me like you did everyone I loved." Your voice was failing you, you wanted to scream at him, but couldn't. That's when he gave you the smile again. That shit-eating grin. "I have no use for your eyes anymore." He answered you like you had just asked him what the time was. Like it was nothing to him. Turning to open the door and leave, he paused looking over his shoulder. "Plus. It would be a shame to ruin a pretty face like yours." The door slammed shut as he left. Screaming would get you nowhere, even if you could. Your body was begging for sleep, for rest and it was getting harder and harder to deny it. By the time he came back with some water, you were almost completely out. Putting the water on the nightstand, he leaned over kissing your forehead. "If you're good to me. I'll be good to you. Now give in and sleep." His words and actions puzzled, but sleep was calling to you like a siren.