A Dicey Toy {King Dice x Reader}

Chapter 6

AUTHORS NOTE BELOW  (story below the cut)

Well, here we are again. You all may have been wondering where I have been. Literally anywhere but here is the answer. Despite the joy Ive found outside of here, playing sims and eating ice cream, Ive found myself curious about this story and how its been doing since i last checked in. Ive seen the comments, the votes. Y'all want more, which I'm surprised for but like, ye like what you like.

In all seriousness, thanks for the support even if i haven't been active in a long time. I appreciate you all and here I am. Making another chapter. NGL- i had to reread because I didn't remember much so here ya go.... the story continues... with a time skip of course. >:)

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TWO YEARS LATER

I ran, I ran until my knees buckled. My head pounding as i threw myself over a fence and into the old garden. The screaming in my head echoing from just hours ago. Another unfortunate soul just happened to step a little too close to me, and i couldn't help the small chuckles that happened to slip out from between my lips as I made my way to the old shed. Everyone had become convinced that place had become haunted, which kept prying eyes away and my privacy very much unlimited.

I swing open the door, just about throwing it off its hinges as I stumble in and land on a collection of old cloth, old seed clothes from before the rumors. The vicious rumors that started just one day after my last interaction with him. I wonder if he knew where I had been, and had started the rumors himself as damage control. I closed the door just as carefully as i had opened it, clutching my head and nearly tearing my hair out as I tried to drown out the adrenaline coursing through my veins, the thrill of taking a life was almost two nice after my release. After going so many years without the taste of blood that wasn't my own, after my escape from the literal depths of hell every life I took was almost like taking a hit off a cigarette after sex. It was a borderline overstimulating experience.

I feel the blackened tears seep from my face yet again as I laugh madly. Then a sound I had heard every day for months, just softer and muffled by the crushing of dead leaves and twigs. Those damn Gucci shoes.

King Dice POV

I must be insane, utterly and irrefutably insane. I gritted my teeth as the giggles ceased from inside the shed, bracing myself for the rabid dog inside. I had put off on her capture for as long as i could, even going as far and to buy the land and put up a large chain link fence to keep the citizens of the Isles away from her, unfortunately it kept people out but wasn't as great as keeping things in. I could feel the darkness seeping out of the cracks of the planks that made the walls and doors of the shed. I felt Hopus still behind me, turning around there was an obvious look of terror across his face, she seemed to have that effect on people.

I approached the door as carefully as I possibly could, and knocked softly. "Y/N, its time to come out and stop running." Silence echoed through the shed, I knew she was in there, I had just seen her in there.  I opened the door slowly, clutching the gun tightly in my hand.

Empty.

"Shit. Where did she g-"

(Y/N) POV

I lunged, swinging for his face violently. Dice staggered back from my initial attack, clutching a bright red wound, blood spilling profusely from his face, removing his hand he looked at me with rage in his eyes. The vicious look of the torturer I had seen all too long ago returning for a brief moment.