Drake knew getting involved with the trash bag killer's number one agent would be dangerous, but she was blind, confident and oblivious to how possessive he could be.
So when Jillian found herself tied to a chair in a musty run down building she was more shocked that the killer had actually managed to detain her instead of the fact she was targeted
~1 hour prior~
"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow Betty say hi to carrot top to me!" Said drake with a small grimace as she organised files in her small draw "yeah, I will. Stay safe ok? Tbk is still running around after all." Replied the blonde as she collected her keys "I should be telling you that, Cooper. You're the infamous survivor here." She chuckled "good bye drake" said Betty with a teasing tone before she made her way up the steps and out of the small office.
Drake groaned as she stretched, her back clicking loudly. She grabbed her bag and jacket, making sure she had everything, before exiting the office herself and making a b-line for her car. Once she reached it, she began to search through the bag while humming a soft song. "God what is half of this stuff-"
Her fingers landed on what felt like a small damp cluster of plastic at the bottom of her bag "what the hell.." Jillian muttered as she hesitatingly lifted it up out of her bag. Her eyebrows lifted slightly when her eyes land on a thick, red liquid oozing from what seemed to be a small plastic bag.
Apprehensively she slowly unwrapped the material "oh god!" She dropped the severed finger to the ground and gasped, stepping back as if it would jump at her at any moment. Realisation struck. "TBK-."
Cold metal hit her head and she felt herself stumble slightly before slumping against her car then dropping to the rough stone ground.
She muttered and moaned as she came back from whatever blunt force trauma fever dream she had been so swiftly sent to only half an hour before "fuck" she groaned as her eyes finally adjusted to the dim, sinister glow of the rotting room "tbk, you coward.. couldn't even face me properly, like a man.." drake managed to muster the strength to speak which only rewarded her with a shooting pain in her thigh. She let out a desperate scream as a sharpened blade tore through her skin and ripped into her muscle. Dark, rippling red pooled from her and dripped down the disintegrated wood of the chair she was tied to, tapping menacingly as it made contact with the floor.
"You've become quite close with pretty Betty, Agent Drake.." The dark haired woman let out another breathless scream as the steel was removed from the flesh it had penetrated only seconds before "even going as far as confessing your.. feelings for her." She gasped as the cold metal of the blade slowly explored her skin from her eyebrow to her cheek, leaving sickly trace of blood as it travelled "me and Betty are soulmates Jillian.. Archibald will be a difficult cancer to remove but you, little bird.. you're flightless, vulnerable to my blade twice as much as he. Yet, every trap I've set since you arrived," he paused for a moment while slowly running his thumb over her features "you so cleverly avoided, I was so intrigued. Even betty and her lover couldn't escape my deceit, but eventually you faltered. Leaving your bag open in public where wondering eyes with the wrong intent could ever so easily spot it? You disappointed me. Anyways, you'll be my toy for now while I wait for pretty Betty to come to her senses." Drake just stared at the figure in disbelief of her inescapable torture processed in her head.
~the next day~
"Hey Tabitha, you haven't seen drake come in for food at any point today have you?" Questioned Betty as she approached the makeshift pops "no I haven't, she didn't come to pick up her order last night either. Why what's up?" The blonde sighed, anxiously "she didn't show up for our breakfast meeting, didn't show up for work which believe me she's never even late and she hasn't responded to anyone." She slumped onto one of the stools "Tabitha, I think- I think TBK possibly got to her- there was this severed finger outside in the car park and it's currently being tested for prints but, what if it's hers? Drake is innocent, she can't be sucked into the mess that is Riverdale!"
"You're a psycho.. let me go!" Screamed Jillian with the little strength she had left from her cries for help "now now, little bird. I am merely physically and mentally hurting you." Tbk's fingers, doused in the agents blood, slowly trailed from the valley of her chest to her crotch. "I could be doing much, much worse. So behave."
~another time skip to the next day~
And with another day passed, Agent drake was now a priority missing person and Betty was restless. The finger that had been so obviously abandoned in the car park had belonged to a previous victim of tbk, spiking a small ounce of hope in Betty that her coworker wasn't currently being dissected like a lab rat only to be forgotten a few mere years later "Betty?" Her red headed cousins voice broke her train of thought as she looked up from drakes file "Cheryl? What's up?" Questioned the blonde, masking the tiredness that was etched into her voice box "Tabitha called, apparently the same taboo male with a fetish for trash that took you not so long ago has prayed on a close friend of yours and she requested that I support you while she works" said the blossom calmly, though her eyes screamed the sympathy she obviously felt for her cousin "yeah uh, you remember Jillian from Toni's party? Yeah it was her.." Cheryl gasped "no-? Really?" The blossom heiress frowned as her cousin nodded
"I mean this is my fault as well! I should of figured she'd become a target the moment she confessed her feelings for me! Tbk is always-" A perfectly manicured finger landed on the blondes lips and she looked up confused "Agent drake has feelings for you? What did you say?" Pondered the curious redhead "I told her that I was flattered but that I was all in with Archie.." the FBI agents eyebrows furrowed as her cousin rolled her eyes "you're still with Archibald? Come on cousin you can do better than him!" Said Cheryl, making Betty laugh sadly "you're so judgemental."
"You have no right to judge me Agent drake" claimed the killer as he re-tied the bruised agents practically lifeless body to the chair "you normal folk don't understand me" he mocked "only Betty does" he grunted as he finished the final knot and admired his work "sweet nightmares Agent" he mumbled before walking away.
~a few weeks later~
"Betty!" Drake sighed, relieved, as she flopped into her friends arms "you came.." she mumbled "of course I did, Jillian. I love you." The small smile that spread across the abused agents face was quickly cut short, as a nagging coldness spread across her body. "Betty.. ?" She whispered, looking up to meet the others eyes. What she was met with was cold, hollow and loveless. She let out a shrill scream as TBKs arms tightened around her "little bird.."
Jillian gasped as she woke, echoes of the nightmares that had been repeating in her mind for the past days replaying "Betty" she groaned, the throbbing pain in her head slowly dulled and she finally looked over at her torturer who was attaching long chains with hooked edges to the ceiling. "Your breathing changed little bird, you've awoken" he stated without turning to look at her "we have been compromised, your co-workers found us. While our time together has been fun Agent drake, I travel alone." He walked over and untied her before pulling the once confident girl towards another chair under the chains "stand." He muttered, with little fight left in her drake slowly stepped onto the chair.
"Alright. The building is one way in one way out so we'll all storm in together then split, remember your main priority is Agent drake, if we're lucky she'll be alive with minimal damage but knowing TBK that won't be our reality." Said Betty as her and the other agents huddled in front of the door of an abandoned house "on three. One, two, three!" Her foot made contact with the frail frame of the door and it caved in with ease. Agents flooded into the home, weapons held high as they searched for tbk and drake.
Betty noticed a small puddle of blood leaking under the door that presumably let to a living room type are; cautiously she pressed down on the handle of the door and pushed it forward slightly before poking her head through the crack "Drake..!" A small whimper like noise came from drake as she hung from the ceiling via the palm of her hands "oh god, what did that monster do to you?" She whispered "guys! I've secured Agent drake!"
After a probable two hours of carefully removing drake from yet another sick trap made by tbk she was free. The moment her feet had hit the ground to medics were aggressively wrapping her hand with bandages but she couldn't care less.
"Betty you came?" The blonde nodded before rushing towards her and closing the much hated space between them, their lips passionately moving against the others until they parted for air.
"I missed you cooper"
A/n: 1619 words let's goooo
