Oliver x Reader || tpn fanfiction

Chapter 1- demon

POV Y/N

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Time dragged on as I remained imprisoned within the walls of the orphanage. Isabella, the cunning and manipulative woman who held us captive, had tightened her grip on every aspect of our lives. She had an ironclad control over the situation, and it seemed impossible to find any cracks in her carefully constructed facade.

Isabella's three favorite children, her cherished protégés, were the brightest minds in the house. I believe that they are her eyes and ears, the ones who keep her informed of any potential threats or rebellious plans. Their loyalty to her is unwavering, and it left me feeling utterly isolated. I couldn't trust anyone; even the innocent faces of the children around me could be concealing spies or informants.

My own hands were tied, figuratively and literally. I was trapped within the confines of Isabella's meticulously controlled environment. She held all the power, and she made sure to remind me of that fact every chance she got. With a seemingly gentle gesture, she would brush the hair of each child behind their left ear, a seemingly innocent act. But I knew the true purpose behind it - she was checking if the tracking devices implanted in our bodies were still functioning. It was a constant reminder that our every move was monitored, that there was no escape from her watchful gaze.

Frustration and impatience ate away at my sanity. Isabella had me cornered, her influence suffocating me like a vice. She could snuff out my existence with a mere flick of her fingers, and I was acutely aware of the fragility of my own life. The only reason I still clung to the thread of survival was my impeccable test scores, the one thing that kept me valuable in her eyes.

But I knew that my time was running out. Isabella had grown weary of me, and it wouldn't be long before I reached the age of twelve, the age at which she deemed us expendable. I had to find a way to outsmart her, to break free from her grasp before it was too late. My survival instincts screamed at me to keep fighting, to search for a sliver of hope in this sea of despair. I refused to become another casualty in Isabella's cruel game.

The weight of hopelessness pressed down on me, suffocating my spirit. I felt the pen hidden beneath my skin, a constant reminder of my failed attempts to escape this nightmare. The frustration grew as I realized that I couldn't find a sharp object to extract it, prolonging my entrapment within this wretched place.

Interactions with the other children were scarce, but I had managed to exchange a few words with the seven-year-old girl with vibrant orange hair. However, her innocence and gullibility made it impossible for her to believe the truth I wanted to convey - that our so-called "Mama" was planning our demise. Without her understanding the gravity of the situation, I had no chance of rallying the children to rebel against Isabella's tyranny.

Defeat settled in my heart. I had exhausted myself, trying to devise strategies and find loopholes in the system, only to be met with insurmountable obstacles at every turn. Isabella had constructed an impenetrable fortress, and my attempts to dismantle it were in vain.

I couldn't save them. No matter how much I yearned to protect the innocent souls trapped alongside me, the harsh reality was that their fate was sealed within these walls. Isabella's grip was unrelenting, and her power seemed unbeatable. I had to accept that escaping this nightmare was an impossible dream.

Resignation washed over me, washing away any flicker of hope. I shifted my focus inward, contemplating my own survival. Even if I managed to break free, what awaited me beyond these walls? I was ill-equipped to navigate the world outside the farms. The extent of my knowledge was limited, and doubts about my ability to survive in an unknown and hostile environment clouded my mind.

The absence of Lucas, Dina, Yuugo, and the others, who had promised to save us, weighed heavily on my heart. Something must have gone wrong, some unforeseen obstacle blocking their path. The thought of their failure paralyzed me, making it impossible to take the leap of faith and escape on my own. If they couldn't make it, what chance do I have?