Vessel X OC/reader

Chapter 5

I freeze up, and for a few seconds, not a though goes through my head.
I need to run, or I'm probably dead.

Well, Vessel must've known I had that idea, because just as I go to jump out of the bed, his grip on me becomes so tight it's almost inhuman.

I struggle, and yell at him.
"Let me go!" I hiss, and he covers my mouth to muffle the noise, and uses his body weight to pin me to the bed.

"Shut it." He says, quietly.

"I'll deal with it later." He says, to the man outside the door, and I hear them walk off.

"Are you going to calm down?" He asks me, and I don't reply. Slowly, he moves his hand from my mouth.

"Fuck you." I spit at him, and he smiles at me.

"Oh, quit your whining."

"Are you for real? I knew you killed him. I fucking knew it."

"Yeah, you should trust your gut, huh?" He says, and I start struggling again.

"Stop moving." He hisses at me, and I get an arm free, and punch him in the face. He instinctively slaps me across the face, and I freeze up, in total shock.

He actually looked as if he felt bad.
"I didn't mean that." He says, and I push him off.

I get off of the bed, and he grabs my wrist to stop me leaving.
"Gaia."

I glare at him, and try and get free.

"You're frustrating me." He says, calmly.

I struggle more, and he tightens his grip.
"I'll hold tighter until your pretty little wrist shatters, if that's what it takes. I don't recommend testing me, or calling my bluff."

I stop struggling, and continue to glare at him.

"Listen, Gaia. You're misunderstanding. I didn't hurt Eric."

"How could I possibly misunderstand? We both heard that. I warned you. I'll slit your fucking throat. Eric was good." I say, fighting back tears.

He lets go of my wrist, and gets up. He looks through a few drawers, and eventually seems as if he's found what he's looking for.

"Here you are, princess." He says, and places a beautiful crystal encrusted knife into my palm.

I look down at it, and back up at him.

"Go on." He says, expressionless. "Slit my throat."

I don't move, and I stare back at him.

"I deserve it, don't I? I'm a bad guy. I won't move a muscle, or hurt you. Slit my throat."

He even tips his head back a little, for better access to his throat, and, infuriated, I put the knife to his throat, even applying pressure. He doesn't move a muscle, as promised. He doesn't even flinch.

Jesus, Gaia, just do it.
I stand there, motionless, for what feels like forever, before frustratedly yelling and throwing the knife at the floor. He tilts his head and looks at me, with that same fucking smile.
"You can't do it, huh?"

"It's not in my nature to harm people. You wouldn't understand that." I hiss at him.

Vessel picks the knife up and presses under his jawbone, just by the artery. I even see it pulsating against the blade of the knife, and I honestly want to be sick.

"I can do it for you, if you like. Since you can't do it, but want me dead, it makes sense. Just say the word."

I take a deep breath, and don't break eye contact with him. I quickly unlock the door and march off, and see if I can find out what the hell is going on.