Warning: A robbery and description of violence but nothing too graphic. Not too proud of this chapter as it felt a bit forced but it's done now and im happy to get it out my system lol
No smut only fluff and protective ghost in the end xxx
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2 tall figures. Talking to each other. What are they saying?
Glass breaking.
“Be fucking quiet you idiot!”
“Ey, come here!”
Shuffling feet. Somebody is leaving the room.
Moving your hands leads to the slow realization that you’ve been tied up.
“Everything, fuck it. Take it all.”
Opening your eyes leads to nothingness. You’ve been blindfolded and a stinging pain building up from your forehead makes it unbearable to keep your eyes open anyways. You let out a hiss.
A hiss that turns into sobs, as you come back to your senses.
You did not need vision to know what’s going on.
“What about this?”
“Everything. Fucking goldmine this one.”
The sobs you cannot control, you’re in the midst of being robbed. And there is no way you could reach König now, the emergency button is somewhere in your jacket. Ghost. Ghost should arrive soon.
Ghost...
“Think that bitch woke up,”
Someone entering the room.
“Any more treasures you want to tell us about, huh?”
You couldn’t answer, shock running through your body and keeping you captive. All that you could manage to voice were those violent sobs of yours.
“I’ll repeat myself once more, stupid... Where do you keep the good stuff?”
“T-the Monstera…”
Another person entering the room.
“The what?!” a coarse voice questions you. They both sound impatient.
“Red Fl-Flowerpot…I…I buried….I…” you hiccuped, not able to form a proper sentence.
They both left with hectic steps.
Soon after, you heard that exact flowerpot break. Followed by cheering male voices.
They were stripping you of everything now. That money you had hidden there, your emergency-savings. Gone.
The clattering you registered coming from the other room, all your jewelry. Gone.
You could not calm your breathing, no matter how hard you tried. The panic in you broadening up until you lose conscience. Again.
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A gunshot wakes you up, bringing you back to where you left off. Violent breaths. Panic.
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