𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 || 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐊𝐔𝐍 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

II

(pic of even cause he's my bae)

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You struggled in the chains that bound you, your head was pounding and the only thing your eyes seemed to focus on was a small lightbulb that flickered on and off a tiny highchair which looked like it had been smashed over someone's head repeatedly and then repaired with some PVA glue from Walmart. Your fingers felt numb and jaded and the coldness poked at your skin, sending chills which reached down from your neck down to your spine. You hadn't been through any kind of torture yet because you didn't have any injuries from what you could tell.

Whoever had done this to you though was sick in the head. Didn't they think about how you had a family to take care of? Well, only your mom- and she was on trip- but that still counts as family! Even still, if you were gonna die, might as well do it without concealing your thoughts.

"Hey, whore face! How mentally fucking ill can you be to kidnap me of all people, I will sue you and everyone else involved in this construction of justice!" Your hands shook as you were leading yourself to your possible demise. Whatever, he probably wasn't even in the room right now, you'd be fine.

"Firstly, it's 'obstruction of justice.'"

Your blood turned cold. You didn't think he was actually there! You felt stupid as fuck in that moment, you had probably just signed your seal to death just now.

"Second, let me just remind you that your life is in my hands now. If you don't learn to shut the fuck up, I will make your death long and painful." His deep voice echoed around the small basement. It sounded animal-like. Like he wasn't truly living, it was psychopathic, spine chilling. It radiated dominance, the kind of voice that could even scare the police away, and it was all directed at you. This man meant business.

You began preparing your thoughts. It was time to pattern yourself up or the next few breaths you were taking could very well be your last. You had to save yourself from him, even if chances of survival were low. You held your chin up and tried to look as unaffected as you could in front of him, after all, no one would spare your life if you were weak and useless. You tried to think of something to say but everything your mind had garnered was either useless in this situation or could have dug you into a deeper hole than you already were. You sighed.

"Not even a quirky response? I have to say I expected more from you." He inched closer towards your body clutching a dagger in his hands. His fingers grazed over the designs cooly, paying no mind to the horrified expression you were currently making.

"You have a lot of influence around the school, you could have been useful to me. Oh well, too bad you have to die."

"No!! Please, just wait for a second!" You were flabbergasted, to say the least.

Honestly, you knew you should have expected it considering all the shit you talked to him, how you gave so much attitude or even how you decided to ignore the signs that could have easily saved your life had you just listened to your gut. A deep feeling of dread began to sink into your system and everything was starting to feel a fuck of a lot more real. Reality kicked in like a motherfucker. You were going to die.

"W-Why are you even doing this??" were the best words you could form in your current state. Maybe finding out why he's doing all this could set off a lightbulb in your head to a good negotiation, right? The figure in front of you saw how you were getting nervous, he smirked and began trailing his dagger over your tights.

"And why should I tell you? You know.." He paused, creating small cuts all over your legs, light enough to not draw blood, but deep enough to rip open your tights and make it sting. "Right now, I would rather be slitting your throat than explain the inevitable."