"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃. 𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇, 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆."
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Y/n De Martel, Shiganshina's Serial Killer. The Ripper. An obsessive, compulsive, and toxic girl who would kill for her precious people. And that 'people' happens...
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➸ YOU WHEEZED OUT A BREATH AS YOU LOOKED BACK AT ZEKE-
"Why did you bring me here?" You asked, latching your hand to Zeke's arm and sitting up, instead you began to go into another fit of coughing.
"Shh! Take it easy." Zeke hushed you, grabbing your hand and setting it back down on the bed. "Relax. I wanted to keep you alive and you're safe here."
"You want to take the pleasure of killing me yourself, huh?" You managed to let out a chuckle without coughing. "How'd you save me? The last thing I remember..." You widened your eyes and tried sitting up but Zeke saw this coming so he held you down. "Let go, beardy! I have to-I have to get to Annie."
"She's fine, Tragabalas." Zeke reassured, it did very little to comfort you but you laid back down nonetheless. "When you knocked out that woman with weird glasses and held her hostage, I sent some men to follow you. They saw where you took that woman." Zeke leaned back and crossed his arms as he looked down at you. "My men rescued you before you bled to death. Remember now?"
You coughed and looked around to observe your surroundings.
"Don't even think about it." Zeke spoke, his tone full of amusement. "This safe house has one exit and one exit only. And it's not in here. So relax, get comfortable, because you're not leaving here anytime soon. You need to recover."
You sighed and plopped your head back on the pillow before wheezing out, "How long have I been out?"
Zeke didn't respond and only looked away making you turn your head to glare at him.
"Zeke. How. Long."
Zeke looked back at you and adjusted his glasses, "So you do know my name. Don't glare at me like that, Tragabalas. What if I piss my pants?"
"Then you'll stink up the room, prissy." You said, glaring at him even more. "Now...how long have I been out?"
"...A while." Zeke said nonchalantly. "You've been in a little coma for a while."
Hesitantly, you asked, "How long is a while?"
Zeke sighed and made an intense eye contact with you making your heart beat just a little faster.
"...a year."
Quickly, you sat up and tried to stand up but Zeke lunged forward and held you down as you began to cough and wheeze, still injured.
"Let me out of here! I have to see them!" You coughed out, a little blood trailing down your chin.
Zeke noticed this and said, "Calm down, Tragabalas. Don't exert yourself. You've just raised from the dead, girlie. And I told you, you're not getting out of here anytime soon."
