Arrangement without return (Reader x Black hat)

30. Black out

It felt like a trap, held on by my biggest fear that can kill me without hesitation. While my hand had to grab his arm, the other one held it in place.

Escape was no option.

Although I wished for it, as we reached the store of catering. Mistaken as his bride, I expected to be treated like a queen.

Fat chance.

Black hat treated me like a pet hamster, trying to stuff my face until my cheeks would explode. The owner looked puzzled as he, the groom, didn't take a single bite. My task was to taste an nod if it is good. Not easy when he feds you like an animal. This was far from being romantic.

At least he was generous enough to get me a bucket to puke in. Sour, creamy, salty, sweet, chili and even alcohol contained combinations was just downright disgusting in one go.

Despite all that, I was hungry.

While his back was turned, I snitched off a few cookies, pressed my finger into the cake and licked it off. Enough to keep my stomach from complaining. Next off, was the drinks. Expecting to be promoted from a hamster to a camel, I waited for him to hand me the first glass.

...it never came...

Black hat tasted them by himself, choosing wine that was extremely dry.

Just like my throat.

Luckily there was more than just wine to choose from, they got a bowl of punch. It tasted lovely, taking the whole bowl...ignoring the small glasses nearby.

"And here we have punch for children, in case there are some at the wedding..." Black hat was frowning at the owner, "...or for the grown-ups we got a large bowl of a marvelous fruit cocktail, with several types of alcohol carefully picked to make this drink unforgettable for the taste buds..."

Silence filled the air, "pardon me lord black hat, we might have misplaced the bowl elsewhere..."

"Indeed"he said rather amused, pointing at me, holding the large fish bowl.

Ah nuts!

I tried to hold on to the table, only to fall backwards, along with all that was standing on the tablecloth.

From a hamster, to a camel and now...a pig. I am an embarrassment to that man.

"Ahahahahaha!!!!!!!"

I didn't find it funny, smudging the food into my dress, "...sorry...Sir".

His laughter stopped immediately.

Not only because I had the audacity to apologize, but also towards the owner. Black hat snapped at the man, giving him the orders in a very deep and menacing tone. His finger pointed at the last remaining things he could recognize as food. To my shock, only to those I just ate behind his back.

"They seem to be her favourites... apparently."

How does he know????

With that he left the store without me. It was the owner who helped me up and held up a hanky, "My apologize to you Miss, I should have taken better care of you."

"No, no, it was my fault. I shouldn't have taken anything without permission."

"I worked here for over ten years, no one have I ever apologized for their actions. You Miss are a good-natured person."

I looked away, "He hates such people"

He knew who meant, nodding, "Indeed".

The owner escorted me out, as I turned around, "You are a villain right?"

"Indeed, catering for the villains around the world."

"So how can I change to be bad?"

Thankfully black hat was waiting down the road, as the owner lightly chuckled, "Why on earth should you do that?"

"Because that is what it means to be a villain?"

"No sweetie, knowing your strength and weaknesses and use them to your advantage...that is what it means to be a great villain."

"So..." I pointed at the foul moody man with the top hat, "...he has got something good too?"

The owner sighted, "No..."

He shoved me out and closed the door, "...he is pure evil."

Thanks a lot...for nothing. So I was back to my problems, including dirty clothes and drunk as hell. It must have been a miracle that I got to the Lord in one piece. He however remained moody as I went in Zick Zack towards him. Keeping a straight face was necessary, otherwise a single giggle would have made him lose his last nerve. He didn't have to say it, his expression was saying 'what a disgrace' all on its own.

None then less, he took me into another shop. A fashion store from what I could see. Apparently the ladies maids need their dresses as well, something that I had to wear at the wedding. Black hat held me by the shoulders, the part that wasn't dirty and ordered me to get into the changing room. Not to long after, he returned with dresses, "five minutes". Not for one, but all ten of them. If I won't succeed he will make me walk home in my undies. Hopefully just a threat to get me to hurry up.

But in a drunk state was this a hard task.
Three dresses and the time was up.

Scared of my punishment, he looks rather relaxed. My guess is because of the service he gets from the ladies of the store. My eyes went wide as one complimented my look. Black hat nodded in agreement, raising his glass, "That's the one."

My mind was panicking as she came over with a glass of champagne.

Looking at black hat, his lips went back to that evil smile, knowing I am in deep trouble if I don't take it.

"Drink dear"

Ok maybe one will be fine.

"Would you like another one?"

"N..."

"Of course she does, my darling is a good girl"

I am so screwed.

Still, I don't remember how I got home. Or how that little piece of string was wrapped around my finger.

Or that I was in my PJ.

Or in bed.

"Good morning dearest"

OR HIM IN BED!

What happened yesterday?!!!