◇Amore Mio◇ Fugo x Reader

◇9. Damsel In Distress◇

I am so down bad for steel ball run characters rn

also this chapter sucks ass but in my defense I'm not mentally sane rn I just wanna get onto the last chapter 💀 (I love you all for reading tho thank you<3)

and I'm convinced my next tattoo will be a Jojo one because I have adult money😎 (no I don't I'm still in school and I don't even go there rn due to mental health idk how I still have money despite being very careful with what I spend it on)

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Y/N's POV:

"What was that you said? He'd come through that door and save you? Yeah, right." Francesca mocked me, trying to lean in and kiss me once again. I was tempted to headbutt her, but quickly realized that wasn't very clever. I needed all the energy I had, because there really wasn't any guarantee that Pannacotta would come save me.

She placed her lips on mine again, and there wasn't anything to do about it. I allowed myself to become engulfed by the kiss as she crawled onto my lap. Shit, was this my chance?! Was this the key to my escape?! Perhaps I could lead her on... Would that help me?!

"Francesca..." I moaned against her lips, and she looked at me with lust in her eyes. "I didn't know you were into this."

"I'm into everything, that's what I'm like." This woman was delusional, for sure. I initiated the next kiss, and she seemed to melt into it quickly. While she focused heavily on the kissing, I reached down to the pocket of my thigh and pulled out the pocket knife I had kept with me. Just then, she roughly grabbed my arm and stared at me. "What do you think you're doing?"

Shit.

"You... Said you were into everything, right? Even... Knife play?" I suggested. I'm not gonna lie, I was being heavily humbled right now.

"Oh? I see where you're going with this." She smirked, and snatched the knife out of my hand before I had a chance to react. "So, how about I do this?" She placed it to my cheek, cutting it slowly, almost sensually.

"G- Great." I stuttered, trying to remain calm. If I moved, she'd probably pop my eye out or something.

"Good, good... Then let's continue." Her hands stroked my skin, they were surprisingly warm. The cold blade of the knife left several marks by my collar bone before she began moving my shirt. My cleavage became more and more obvious and the knife left a long cut across my chest. I bit the inside of my cheek, desperately trying not to whine. This woman was sick, and I didn't know what to do.

Her hands grabbed at my thighs, pointing the sharp end of the knife at my knee. She brushed it against the fabric of my pants, leaving a large cut in them. If she pressed just a little harder, it'd cut into my skin as well.

Maybe she was right, maybe I wouldn't be able to get out of this situation so easily? Maybe Fugo wouldn't come save me. I wanted him to, because I need him, but I was starting to doubt. The further up the knife went, I felt more and more vulnerable. I couldn't run, I was too dizzy for that. I couldn't kick or scream at her, it wouldn't work. All I could do was use Red House, but even that held a risk. I was fire-proof, yes, so the fire itself wouldn't be a problem. The problem is that I'm not immune to the damage the smoke would do to my lungs. If I can't run, I'd suffocate to death by the hands of my own stand.

The second I got an idea, I immediately had to scratch that. In through the door came my beloved Pannacotta Fugo, aggressively kicking it down with Mista and Giorno behind him. I was covered in small cuts, looking very vulnerable in front of Francesca. I turned to her, smiling widely at her shocked face.