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🖤 Prosciutto x Reader 🖤

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Prosciutto, sitting on his cellar stairs, fondly watched his love before him. She lay facing him on the cellar's concrete floor, her head resting on an old, yellowing pillow, mouth duck-taped shut. Her wrists were tied around her back with thick rope. Her right leg lay over her left, crossed at the ankle, secured by that same rope. A shackle was fastened tightly around her neck. The long chain of the bind was tied onto a thick pole behind her.

He has been waiting for ages for this day, the day he could say Y/n L/n was his. Finally his.

She was a tough win—the top prize in a carnival game. You would want it so badly you would try and try again; wasting away all your time, energy, money, and strength until you eventually gave up. It was rigged—this game. It was an impossible prize to get.

Prosciutto, however, beat the game. He hit the target, popped the balloon, knocked down the cans, and went home with the top prize. The prize being her. A prize everyone sought after, but nobody could obtain except for him.

A bashful smile grew on his lips at the thought of this. Wasn't he special?

It seemed like ages ago now since he got her, but it was only yesterday. Prosciutto looked into the dark space of the cellar and felt his thoughts flow back into that lovely memory.

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Prosciutto had followed Y/n around in the parking garage of the mall. He had always hoped she would leave him a space in this overcrowded parking area. Leave a spot just for him to smuggle his car right next to hers. After many days, weeks, and months of doing this, she had finally conformed to his subliminal desires. She pulled into a parking space leaving an empty spot to her right.

He smirked to himself and pulled right into that space with no hesitation. If anyone else had stolen that spot from him, he knew he would've killed them on the spot—also with no hesitation. Through his tinted windows, he peered into Y/n's car. She had on a pair of red heart-shaped sunglasses with matching lipstick—a knock-off of Lana Del Ray.

As Y/n stepped out of the car, Prosciutto did too. He walked across from her in hopes that she'd notice him. He glanced at her and raised his hand.

"Hello!" Prosciutto chirped trying to sound as approachable as he could. He tried to have the very pitch of his voice make her want to ditch plans for the day and come along with him. He wanted her to cling onto his arm, trail her soft, manicured fingertips across his exposed chest, peer her hypnotic, e/c eyes into his, lick her soft, red lips, glide her tongue across her teeth until he had no choice but to march her back to the car, throw her in the backseat, unbutton his trousers, and—

He stopped himself. His pants were starting to tighten up. He didn't want to leave his dear Y/n wondering why the man, who seemed as normal as can be, was bricked to the moon. His fantasy Y/n would've already done something about it, but the real deal? He was still unsure.

"Hi!" She smiled back raising a hand in the same manner he did.

Prosciutto beamed and walked off. Turning away from her, he bit his lower lip smirking slyly.

'Good, good, everything's coming to plan.'

Prosciutto walked a big circle around the parking lot before coming back to his car. He glanced in all directions making sure everyone, especially Y/n, was out of site. He popped his trunk and dug out a bottle of chloroform and a white dishrag. Prosciutto picked up the two items, closed the trunk, and brought them back into the front seat with them. He poured the chloroform into the rag and peered out of his rearview window patiently waiting for the moment his love would come back.