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Papa III & The Hostage

TRIGGER WARNING - KIDNAPPING, STABBING, MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT, BLOOD 

A piercing headache spread across my forehead, my eyesight blurry and splotchy. I go to rub my eyes but I feel a pull on my wrists, chains? The room is dark and smells like wet...I don't know...wet and mold? I have no clue how I ended up here. I blink my eyes a few times and they kind of adapt to my surroundings. I am chained to the wall, my hands above my head, legs shackled together at my ankles. I groaned at the metal digging into my now bleeding wrists, but it was muffled, I could feel the duct tape across my mouth.

Okay...so I am kidnapped....in a dark room...no memory of how I got here...shit.

I'm still clothed...okay. My shirt was ripped and had blood on it, I'm assuming it is mine. My skirt is bloody, my fishnets are ripped, and I had no clue where my shoes are. My headache starts to go away, but I definitely have some sort of concussion. A few memories began to shoot back, I was walking back from Saturday Ritual...alone? Why didn't Terzo walk me back? At the latest Aether or Dew would have walked me back if my best friend couldn't...but I would never walk back alone. I remember two men in all black and masks grabbing me from behind, I remember pulling my dagger out from my garder sheath....I definitely did not have it now. I recall stabbing one of them, but then it goes blank. I can't remember anyt....

The door squeaks open. A man in all black and a ski mask walks in, "Finally, you're awake" he walks into the room, closing the door and locking it with a key on a ring that clipped to his belt. I just stare back, trying to keep a cool demeanor and my resting bitch face strong, "Quiet are we?" Again...just stay silent y/n, "Well, welcome to the Cenacle" THE CENACLE?! LIKE THE PLACE OF THE FIRST CHURCH IN THE BIBLE? Thank Satan for Secundo's boring ass history lectures. Okay so I've been kidnapped by members of the Christian faith...not very love thy neighbor huh? The guy just keeps pacing towards me...like can we hurry this up...I know Terzo is probably going insane right now and Papa Nihil is probably trying to calm his ass down, but it won't work, "You are here for a very specific reason, you see we know you hold a position of power in the Linköping Cathedral" Power? Dude...I'm just a clergy member, "We know of the sinful behavior happening within those walls and, we want the church back for the one and true religion left on Earth" Oh...so you owning a majority of all churches across the globe isn't enough...ugh...bastard.

I don't think this guy understands that, one, I am only dating the equivalent of the Pope so my power...wait hold up...do I actually hold power...wait wait wait...HA I DO SUCK IT! And two, I am still duct taped and shackled, so if he wants me to respond he better take those keys out again, and best believe i'll be taking those eventually, "So, you are going to stay here for a while until that deal is done" he creeps closer to me face, Im sitting as still as possible, his face creeping even closer to mine, I can feel his breath on my neck as he gets even closer to my ear, "and my men know to enjoy your company as much as possible" with a light chuckle, he walks out of the room, I can hear the door click, sealing myself back in this black, smelly prison.

I guess I'll...sleep? I don't know I just got kidnapped and told that I'm a plaything until Terzo goes to every individual person involved and slaughters them in a slow, agonizing death. So we could be here for a while. Trying to get comfortable while my ass is on this cold stone floor, arms falling asleep, and definitely having a few fractures is not the optimal way to sleep, but hey. Terzo will be here. He has to get here. He loves me...right?

BANG!

IM UP IM UP god... my ass is numb. My throat is more than dry...that hasn't happened since I've dated Terzo. My body is darkened with new bruises and my arms are so numb I can't feel my fingers moving, or if they even are moving. I can't tell if it is the same guy from yesterday, but he's in the same clothes, "Morning you fuckin' heathen." Wow...heathen...I'm so insulted. He walked, basically ran to me and grabbed my chin with his bony, cold, callused hands, "We're gonna have a good time today, just you and me" I could smell the communion wine on his breath and could tell he didn't attend Sunday service, some christian. I guess he must have seen the mischievous glint in my eyes at the sly comments I wish I could spew out because next thing I know he slammed my head against the wall, and I feel dizzy, more coldness, and yep... I blackout...Satan damnit