Pretty Hurts - Erik KIllmonger x reader

Chapter 15

TRIGGER WARNING!!!!!!

"Good Morning Ma, Good Mornin Daddy!" I walk to the breakfast table and sit across from my parents. "Mornin peanut! How'd you sleep?" dad asks.

"I slept alright, I have this crazyyyyy dream though. But anywho let's say grace I'm starving." We all held hands and said grace before eating breakfast. I looked at my parents...so vibrant and healthy....so alive. "So, Mom. Dad you will not believe what happened when I went on my Cali trip! Turns out the twins uncle is loaded! We stayed in a mansion and went to hollywood parties...and I took so many photos! You wanna see?" I ask taking a bite of my cereal. They both looked at each other and started laughing hysterically. "What's so funny?" I guess I wasnt getting the joke? "Oh poundcake! We would love to see the pictures but we wont. We never will babygirl!" my mom said slapping her knee cackling. I was so confused. "W-why not? Yall dont wanna see my pictures or sum?" I had an attitude. They werent taking me seriously. And what the fuck was so gatdamn FUNNY!?!?

"We would love to see your pictures but we are dead remember? Girl I died years ago!" daddy says still laughing. The room goes pitch back and when the lights turn back on everything changed and all of a sudden my dad is gushing blood on the table and into his food. My mother who was once laughing is now on the breakfast table with gushing blood and her eyes were rolling back.

"Mom! Dad! Oh God Not again! Please!" I kept screaming that chant when my kitchen ceiling started spewing hot scalding water before it caved in and fell on me............

*End of Dream Sequence*

"Wake the fuck up!" I hear a voice shouting at me before I feel water being poured on me. I see a woman with the nastiest scowl I have ever seen standing over me. Is this a dream? I was in a black room that looked like an attic or a basement. My head was throbbing and my everything hurt. But nothing hurt as worse as the pain of knowing I was truly an orphan now. Images of my mom and her final moments flash through my head. I go to wipe my tears when I realize that my feet and hands are cuffed to the pole that was behind the hospital bed I was laying on.

"W-where am I? Who are you?" I croak out. My throat and neck is in so much pain. It hurts to speak. "Let me go! Let me the fuck out! HELP! SOMEBODY!" I scream as much as my lost voice will let me as I try to wiggle out of my restraints but nothing works. The last thing I remember is laying with my mom. How did I get here?

"Dont bother, even if you manage to get out of them I will just shoot you in the kneecaps, paralyzing you from the waist down. Normally I would just sit here and slowly kill you to pass time but unfortunately I am under strict instructions not to kill you. But....that doesnt mean I cant hurt you right? What do you think Y/n?" The woman spoke in a sinister tone. She was a slim woman with curly hair flowing down her back. Her complexion was a shade lighter than mine.

She walked out of the basement leaving me to try and cultivate my escape plan. There were no windows and I was still cuffed. 'Maybe if I dislocate my wrists I can get out of the cuffs' I thought to myself. But how could I fight my way out if my shit is dislocated? I wish whoever is behind this would have just killed me like I told them too. Instead I am alive, orphaned, kidnapped and possibly on the brink of being tortured with the only rule being no death. That only invites pain and suffering without the sweet relief of knowing it will be over eventually.