Our Tiny Little Secret | Jotaro X Reader Omegaverse

Chapter 8

     "You said... this is a curse, but it sounds like a simple genetic mutation," I mentioned, looking around uneasily in any direction but hers. "Which is it?"

     She stood up then; abruptly, she stood. Her chair nearly toppled to the floor in defeat if it had been moved only an inch further. Her eyes pierced into mine with a blazing line of mystery. "Come with me."

     She didn't await my response. She simply began to walk. I... like an idiot... followed.

     A putrid scent wafted more and more clearly as we traveled through the thin hallway. Like rotten milk, only so much worse. Perhaps it was her breath. Or maybe, like the witch you'd assume to live in such a shabby cabin, she stored rotting poisoned apples deep within the demolished home.

     "I've dedicated my life to finding some kind of solution, but... like I've already said, it's useless in the end." She sighed heavily as she opened a securely locked door with a key decorated in aging scratches and missing chips of metal. "It's a miracle, actually, that you've decided to come here. You see..." She paused, looking within the eerie room with slow, even breaths. She was silent for a long, anxious moment. "The others weren't very helpful."

     "The others...?" I questioned, my hands and feet twitching, screaming for me to move away from the unwelcoming darkness of the room. I clenched my limbs tightly in place in fear that I would flight. "Other people like me?"

     She chuckled, opening the door wide enough for some unhelpful light to creep inside. "Of course!" she exclaimed simply, moving aside for me to see inside the room. I could only see the glimmer of metal. Metal in familiar patterns that made me curious yet so afraid to uncover.

     "What's in there?" I asked bluntly, pointing with a trembling finger toward my destination. I felt like a coward, but I was right to be frightened. This woman could've been dangerous, and I didn't have Kujo with me. I couldn't take her in a fight... what the fuck was I doing there?

     I hurriedly looked down at my wrist as she looked away momentarily. There was no watch. "It's really late," I commented, pushing my sleeve over the imaginary accessory and shoving my hands behind my back quickly. "I need to get home before my parents worry."

     "Didn't you tell them you'd be out late?" she questioned... as though she knew. "You're out with your friends, aren't you?" She tilted her head, smiling knowingly as though... she knew.

     I shook my head quickly, returning the polite smile with my quivering lips. "No, I need to get home. She told me to come home before ten."

     "Oh, dear," she gasped, looking at her wrist with one wrinkly hand over her open mouth in shock. "It's nearly eleven!"

     There...

     ...was no watch.

     Her hands were clutching my wrist before I could see them move, tying my hands tightly behind my back. Her legs were dragging my own easily before I could plant my feet on the ancient wooden floor. My mouth was covered before I could call for help. I was already in her grasp before I had even realized anything.

     "I'll just be a few more minutes, so don't you worry about a thing," she assured, slapping a light blue piece of tape over my mouth where he hand had been only a moment before. "I just need to dissect a few things, and you can walk right on home... if you can walk at all."

     What the fuck? I thought, looking around frantically at the still pitch-black room around me. The door was closed now, but I was inside. Everything was silent. Even as she moved and grabbed tools, the metal clanking was so quiet and minuscule. The pounding of my heart was simply far louder.

     What the fuck?!

     How long would it take for Kujo to notice something was off? Twenty minutes? What would she do to me in that time? Fuuuuck... I was a fucking idiot.

     Her disgusting smile shone before my squinting eyes. I could see nothing else. Her voice echoed throughout the room, but I couldn't hear her words at all. I felt her cold hands graze my skin, and I flinched at every slight touch. I felt the tools, whatever the fuck they were, press lightly against me. I wanted to scream. They were sharp, some of them, pressuring and indenting the surface of my being until they punctured the barrier.

     Fuck you. Fuck you. I'll fucking kill you.

     It was all I could think. I could bear the pain, but... what would she do to me? Was she going to poison me like a witch? Or drug me until I could never see that fucking asshole's infuriating face again?

     The sharp article slid across my arm, slicing it neatly and deeply until it reached its destination. Blood trickled to the floor, dripping and flowing steadily into a growing puddle. My breathing grew heavier as she moved to my neck.

     She laughed, softly and quietly as she pinched my delicate glands with the edge of the tool. "You have such smooth and young skin," she mentioned, her smile growing closer to my eyes as she pressed against my neck.

     I desperately looked its way, screaming and squirming violently and desperately. What the fuck was she doing?! Was she gonna cut my glands out? Was she gonna slice up the whole nape so that it was ruined and destroyed beyond repair? I kicked uselessly at the ground, and her laughter only grew. I clenched my jaw, growling and roaring in protest.

     "Is the Omega in you screaming for the sake of your neck?" she chuckled, teasing me horribly with the blade, sliding it along the glands amusingly. "You won't find a mate whilst in hiding anyway. Ah... I suppose that Alpha you brought with you would be a good partner. Nice and strong. Your offspring would probably inherit the best of both worlds."

     I glared at her with every ounce of strength I had; I could do nothing else. I wanted to bite her fucking smile and blend it in front of her disgusting eyes. I wanted to fucking kill her. If she so much as scraped my glands, I would. I swore I would.

     "But you can't," she whispered, her confident voice digging into my ears like nails on a chalkboard. "You can't because you were curious. I can't blame you, though. It's in your nature to want to live a free life, isn't it? Maybe you want something more than free. Something fun. Thrilling. Of course, you do, but... sometimes greed for such privileges can bring you to some interesting places. Like death." She laughed; so uncontrollably, she laughed.

     And the blade stuck through the thick skin slowly and agonizingly. I thrust my head in every direction, but her other hand slammed it against the wall impatiently. She cut. She cut an inch. I'll kill you. Two inches. I'll fucking kill you! Three...

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