The Terror of Absolute Freedom [Villain Reader]

[ 4 ] To Become Better for Worse

3 hours and a night's rest was all you got until Wolf pulled your door open, faint claw marks embedded into the side of the door and its frame.

The sound of the slamming metal made your cold (f/c) fur stand on end as you were jolted from your sleep. Like an alarm going off as you were late to class. Waking from your dream, you realized that wasn't the case. You weren't attending a dreamschool anymore-

Everything that happened wasn't a dream. Your captor and this stone cold reality was now your only reach into space.

"Get up-" he muttered. The villainous canine's piercing orange eyes met your quiet (e/c) ones as he held the door open.

"Why- What if I don't want to-" You began to taunt. "What are you gonna do? Control me?" By now, you knew that the Wolf hated that term when referring to yourself. Even if he was so evil, there was some charm of humanity for other living creatures within him. You'd use that as your only advantage.

The Wolf just kept staring at your resting form, in somewhat of a curling up position in the corner with your tail, if long enough or wings if you have them too, being used as a blanket. A huff came from his nose, warm breath causing a haze in the air within the chilly room.

"I will if I have to. Now, get to it." He ordered, flicking his wrist in a 'come' motion. Your leg slipped from under you, as if being pulled by a rope. It caused you to stumble as your hands caught your surprised body.

Wolf ready did have control-

You grit your teeth as you were forced to follow, not wanting any more strain to come to your feeble condition.

He brought you down those same corridors, bland and overlooking a new landscape across the horizon... More robot guards, fluorescent lights, and doors lined the hallways until you stopped at one yourself.

This door was larger than the others. Garnished in high-intensity compact metal with a two way sliding door that fit together like teeth on a machine. When Wolf swiped his paw in front of it, it opened to reveal something similar to what you remembered on the tour. Wolf grabbed your arm forcefully and pulled you inside, your body crashing into his shoulder. You winced and hissed at the action while the Wolf remained motionless and stoick. The door slid closed behind you.

Your focus snapped to the door, as if you were disappointed your means of escape was gone- but you were psycho enough to risk it. Not yet-...

You were now in a more sophisticated version of the forge. A brightly lit area surrounded by operating robots and mechanical arms that produced and built pieces to whatever their captain could imagine.

Wolf placed a hand behind his back and stood up straight, using his other hand to freely gesture to the room, "Welcome to the robotics armory Miss (Y/n). Here, you'll be designing your new gear."

"Gear? Gear for what?" You narrowed your eyes as you turned to face Wolf once again.

Your warlord capture chuckled as his hand swiped his hair back, "What?~ Did you think you were my little pet or something? ... No... you're going to be an asset to my army. I've even given you creative freedom. So get to work. I expect finished results in 12 hours."

"12 hours!?" You gasped, as if you were going to actually do what he said- Nothing in this room made sense. You didn't understand robotics, or anything about gear, especially of the armor and weapons kind.

"Have fun." Wolf sarcastically twiddled his fingers at you as he walked out of the room, the door closing in his face, creating that same sense of locked up separation from your room.

You stood facing that door for a few moments, all the robots in the room freezing their work as they stared at you. When your head finally turned to look at them, it made you jump, falling to your bottom. Dozens of eyes and arms facing you with dull intent. As if, waiting?