𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐀 𝐌. 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

I Won't Say I'm In Love III

CTTO: mxssromanoff

pairing; isabela x fem!reader

warning/s; language

word count; 1.69k

You swore on your ancestors' grave that if you died in that basement that day, you'd haunt Isabela for the rest of her life and make it so miserable that she'd wish it was the devil she was dealing with.

Because there was no way you'd be telling her the details of what you just wrote in that letter nor were you willing to give it to her. She'd have to yank it out of your cold, decaying hands.

"Drop dead, Isabela," you hissed as you tore the letter up to shreds, making sure that nobody could piece them all together again.

Isabela frowned before her face dropped to a mask of neutrality. She shrugged her shoulders in nonchalance and went to seat on a chaise lounge nearby. "Suit yourself, we'll be staying here until you tell me what you wrote."

"Mirabel will find me," you said. "Your prima has super hearing, and papi will be coming home later."

As soon as you said that, vines completely covered off the only door to your freedom.

"Are you fucking—you know what? I'm not playing your game. I'd be dead before you force it out of me," you huffed and went to seat in the corner, pulling your blanket tight around you.

"Do you really have to make everything so difficult?" she said.

"I'm making things difficult?" you scoffed. Everything within you was nothing but pain and discomfort, you would have ignored Isabela had she not been managing to successfully pull your strings. "I'm not the psycho who locked us in here!"

"Oh please, like I'm the one who's grown an obsession in writing my name everywhere."

If looks could kill, she would have dropped cold right that instant. Unfortunately it doesn't so all you could do was huff and turn away from her, body leaning sideways as you opted to face the wall.

"Fuck you," you mumbled under your breathe, though the dark-skinned beauty seemed to have heard it.

"You'd love that, won't you?"

"Keep your delusions to yourself," you replied, still not facing her.

You shouldn't have brought her there, you thought to yourself. You just wanted to get rid of her quickly so you could rest, and you were honestly starting to consider other methods to do just that—if only all of them weren't made illegal.

"Hm. Well if you aren't going to tell me about that letter, might as well explore a bit more."

"Don't touch anything," you warned. "Everything in here is worth more than your pathet—"

"Such a pretty mirror."

You turned so quickly that you nearly had whiplash, though you didn't care much for it at the moment as you glared at Isabela.

"Don't touch that—"

Isabela blinked innocently at you over her shoulder before, ever so slightly, touching the surface of the mirror.

This bitch.

You narrowed your eyes at her.

"Oops." She touched it again, this time tracing a straight line across the mirror with her index finger. She regarded you with a challenging smirk, one that you badly wanted to wipe off that pretty face of hers.