Jacob Seed x Reader

Six

Pictures.

There were pictures changing before your eyes. Pictures of animals, prey, wolves. Blood. So much blood. Flesh wounds and raw meat. They changed before your eyes whenever you blinked, while voices echoed inside your ears.

You weren't alone. Others shared your fate, strapped to chairs against their will while Jacob stood before them.

His voice echoed inside your ears like a prayer. Somehow, it made your brain twist and tingle. Whenever he spoke, you had to close your eyes, keep yourself from getting a headache.

Every word sounded like a spell, a threat and a sanctuary at the same time.

You blinked once and suddenly he was standing in front of you. In the dark, his ginger hair looked brown, while his torso and legs melted with the shadows. Spots of colour danced over his face, as he kneeled down to you.

The clicking of the projector sounded, but all you could dedicate your attention towards were his eyes. Those strange, empty eyes.

"You're weak.", he said while looking at you with a strange expression on his face. "History knows the value of sacrifices. Of culling the herd, so that it stays strong. Over and over, the lives of many have outweighs the lives of the few. This is how we survive."

You pulled a face, showing him your teeth.

He smirked in an amused, yet mocking way, as if he was looking at a child that knew nothing and wanted to do everything. Like a teenager, that presented themselves like a wise old man while not even acting like a young adult. He was just looking at you from afar, analysing the behaviour, judging over the mistakes.

"Don't resist. You might be one of the weak, but even a weak part of the chain is a part of the chain. Earn your place.", he reached out and grabbed something off a small table. "We will cull the herd. We will do what needs to be done."

Slowly, he began to turn a small crank which was attached to a little wooden box. It wasn't big, barely fitting into the palm of his hand.

At fist glance, you had to frown in confusion. At second glance, you noticed that it was a music box.

Slowly, he opened the lid. A song began to fill the silence. The sounds and notes mixed with the sight and colours of the pictures. First, the world began to shake. Then, a red veil covered the darkness.

Suddenly, a sharp pain chased through your brain, causing your eyes to water and your mouth to scream. Breathing heavily, you threw your head into all directions, trying to throw off the feeling of needles, that dug into your brain.

Before your eyes, Jacob waited. He just stood there, right in front of you, staring at you, while the little wooden box in his hand played a song that sounded so soft and calm, it couldn't be bad. His lips pressed together, he waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Something appeared in the back of his brain, a though, a fantasy.

He couldn't believe that he was thinking this way. Feeling this way.

As he looked at you, struggling and resisting, he had to admit something. He didn't want to. But he had to.

Suddenly, his eyes twitched and his face of stone changed. A hint of a feeling lit up in eyes.

Admiration.

He was impressed. Even if just a little. He was impressed how long you were able to withstand his mind games.

In silence, he counted.

Thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four.

Then, finally, your breathing fastened.

With a groan, you threw your head back, your eyes twisted and rolled back so far, only the white of it was visible. Sweat dripped down your forehead and your limbs began to shake.

Jacob eyed you, as unconsciousness crept into your body, cutting the last strand you were holding onto.

It hurt.

Everything hurt.

Your head, your body, even your eyes hurt as if a pressure was trying to make them explode from the inside.

With a shaky breath, you finally fell into the darkness, while a shimmer of red danced before your inner eye and the music echoed inside your ears. Your body tensed for a moment, only to loose all of the strength that was left in your muscles.

Like a sack of wet sand, you sunk into the chair.

With a hum, Jacob closed the music box.

The music died, leaving him in a room of silence.

And yet.

It wasn't silent.

Weak breathing filled his ears, he could taste the sweat and struggles of his victims on his tongue.

And yet.

All he could do was stare at you.

Somehow, he didn't like the sight of your face. It made him feel strangely restless. Usually, he didn't remember anything about his recruiters once they were finished with their training. They were just nameless faces, sometimes he didn't even remember those. But with you, it was different.

He remembered your name. Even worse, he remembered the colour of your eyes despite them being shut tightly.

"Hm.", he growled and pulled a face that was something between disgust and annoyance. "A surprise, but not an issue."

He threw the music box back onto the table, opened the handcuffs that kept you chained to the chair and threw you over his shoulder as of it was no big deal to him.

You were surprisingly easy to carry, he noticed, while walking with you through the dark hallways of his base.

Somehow, your body was still warm. Jacob had done this procedure multiple times already. Usually, the body temperature dropped while being unconscious. But you were warm. Unusually warm. He even felt like you were glowing.

"Shall I take this one?", somebody asked as he passed a group of his soldiers, who took care of the war room and new recruits.

Jacob shook his head.

"Not this one.", he said. "I'll take care of this one myself. Prepare a cage close to my office."

The man nodded and disappeared quickly, knowing that the oldest Seed brother could be quite impatient when it came to orders that he gave directly.

"Fucking hell.", Jacob muttered and stroked through the red strands of his beard, thinking. "This is... an unplanned surprise."