Blown To You - [Diluc Ragnvindr x F. Reader]

4 - Terrors in the Dark

All I did was fulfill a request. If one thought that I was involved in carrying out a scheme, in my defense, I'd say that it was a misunderstanding. A young man who was called Darius offered to push the wagon, after we delivered the flowers to Goth Hotel, supposing that we could hand a letter to a coachman who was waiting at the city gates. Donna and I didn't refuse, and we agreed that I'd be the one to hand it in. Darius helped us, I handed his correspondence to the coachman, end of the story. But when a stranger suddenly came with a knife in hand, it was a repercussion that I was never prepared to deal with.

The combination of adrenaline and suffocation was a notable experience but not a recommended one.

My back was propped against the stranger's chest, and his hand covered half of my face excluding the eyes. He was leaning his cheek on my temple, and his lips hovered near my ear. A sharp steel punctured my shirt, so it reached the skin on my lower back. It was not deep enough to pierce the skin, but deep enough to tell me that one wrong move might cost me my life.

My lungs were pleading for air but the more I breathe the more suffocated I felt. I attempted to resist and run as fast as I could back to the apartment, but my delicate strength was no match for his strong arms.

"Stay still," he said.

His deep voice fueled my fear, making me scream for help, but my voice was stifled by his hand. I pried his hand from my face, but I stopped screaming and my entire body froze when I felt the knife sink into my skin and warm liquid started to drip from it.

"You're going to shut up and only open your mouth when I ask you a question, do you understand?"

It was only then that tears came out of my eyes. I could no longer process his words because my mind was filled with fear and despair. My chest tightened. My consciousness began to drift away. I leaned my body forward, choosing to fall face down to the ground when I faint than fall back and be impaled with a knife. However, before I lost my consciousness, the man retrieved his hand and propelled me to the ground.

The grass caught me, and I positioned myself in a child pose where my belly rested between my thighs and my forehead rested on the ground. A strong wind passed by and it felt like Barbatos was helping me to breathe, so I gasped for air, sucking the oxygen to my body that strongly smelled like dirt and soil.

When I regained enough strength, I stood on my knees to observe my surroundings. A high wall loomed before me, and when I turned around Springvale stood peacefully across Cider Lake. We somehow ended up outside the city. Earlier events were a whirl of vague memories, so I didn't know how we got here from the city gates without the Knights noticing.

What were they even doing? I was certain that I was thwarting and screaming the entire time, how could the Knights be so ignorant of their surroundings?

It was an elusive move, but I was desperate. I needed to escape, so I stood and ran.

"You're not going anywhere." I shrieked when he grabbed my elbow and since my legs were wobbly, I sprawled on the ground. "I have no time for playing tag."

I resisted when he flipped me, laying me on my back, and repeatedly slapped his face while shouting obscenities that I never knew I was capable of saying. But the disparity in our strength made it easy for him to pin both of my arms on top of my head with one hand and imprison my body in between his legs. "Stop resisting," he said.

Tears rolled out of my eyes while I looked at him on top of me. His head was hidden under the hood of his black cloak, a mask was covering his face, and danger was reflected in his red eyes. "Please, let me go," I pleaded.

"To make everything simpler, I think we should agree to be honest with each other so that we can end this quickly." his free hand wiped the tears from my face. "Do we have an agreement?"