Adrastus x reader

Adrastus x reader// CHPT. III

Once again, writing this before bed. I have a weird thing with getting random writing motivation at late hours... must be a weird author thing? Anyhow, enjoy this!!

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The dull pain beneath my ear lingered for a long while, tugging at my sleep and slowly bringing me back to consciousness. I rubbed my fingers over the small wound on my neck, flinching when the pain grew sharper as I applied pressure. Once I completely regained my senses I began to take in my surroundings, the change in atmosphere compared to the last place I woke up in. The place I was in almost resembled a hotel room, except it didn't have a bathroom or a bougie mini fridge to my disappointment- though that was the least of my issues. My first instinct was to try the door, it was locked. I didn't really know what I was expecting to happen, for the door to just open and for me to stroll out with ease? Either way, it wasn't gonna open- at least not for a while I guessed. I tried the nightstand, perhaps there might've been something useful in there. It's contents held a pen, reading glasses, incense, and a candle. Peculiar, I thought, nothing useful though. The bed was twin sized, it had pretty comforters and pillowcases I had to admit. There was a window, upon further inspection I found the glass was bulletproof with metal screening outside it. A little extra don't you think? God these people are psycho. There was not much else in the room for me to explore besides the small closet of which was open wide. Inside were a few empty cardboard boxes and a queer looking mannequin of some sort, it had creepy eyes.
There were paintings and potted plants, all looking mostly normal. On the nightstand was a little Venus flytrap inside a pretty purple pot. It was exotic looking, I liked it. It was cute in contrast to the dire situation I was in, but at least I was focusing on something nice instead of panicking- although I may have spoken too soon. I heard faint footsteps approaching from what sounded like a hallway. My heart rate increased as the steps grew louder, I could hear my heart beating in my ears. The doorknob rattled, presumably being unlocked before it began to turn. My back was against the wall, when the door started to open my fingertips went numb so it felt. The same long haired man I spoke with last time, it was him.
My breathing quickened and I pressed further against the wall, in fear. He stood for a moment, seeming to ponder what he was going to say. It was as if he didn't expect me to be scared for me life.
"Please, refrain from causing a dramatic episode, I have no intention to hurt you as long as you behave."
I inhaled sharply and sighed deeply before I spoke.
"What do you mean? You already shoved needles into me, I'd say that counts as hurting..."
He rolled his eyes with a dismissive sigh and a wave of his hand, stepping through the doorframe to approach me.
"So, are you going to cooperate?"
The priest asked calmly, none of his words seemed stern or angry, just neutral or mildly irritated. Much preferred over his crazy sister.
"Why don't you just kill me? I'd rather die then basically live in prison the rest of my life."
Tears swelled up in my eyes, one or two falling down my cheek.
"You don't have a choice."
He stated boldly, no other one explanation given for a long moment. More tears streamed down my face and I started to sniffle, making that sort of quiet noise when you're trying to cry silently.
"Why did I do this..? Why did I have to snoop..."
I regretted being so stupid to trespass just because I was curious.
"Curiosity killed the cat, you know?"
Said the priest, his voice holding the slightest bit of compassion as if he almost felt bad. I never looked up at him and just continued to sob.
"...I know."
I spoke quietly, shamefully. I was hugging my knees on the floor, trying to hide my ugly crying face. My sorrows were interrupted when I noticed a hand reached out toward me. I looked up at the source. The priest looked at me with a neutral expression, yet his eyes held something that could have resembled empathy.
"No more tears. Besides, they aren't good for your skin."  Said the man, softly..?
I was confused, confused why I was oddly comforted by this change in atmosphere.
"I have a few things I'd like you to help me with to make sure everything's copacetic for when my guests arrive, that should be easy enough for you to manage?" He asked.
I froze, reluctant to take his hand. I know I was scared, I wanted nothing more then to leave and go back to the warmth of my home!- but considering things logically; if I was going to live my best life behind bars, it was the prudent decision to cooperate until a clear escape was thought out. I'd rather not anger the psychopaths while in their abode.
I slowly placed my hand in his, fearing that I would burst into flames the second our skin made contact. To my surprise nothing happened. he pulled me up from my ball of misery and back on my feet, then releasing my hand. I wiped the tears from my cheeks, letting out a small sigh.
"Thats better, I prefer it when you aren't sobbing all over my floors. Come now, we have work to do." Said the priest, leading me out the room.
Geez, does he have no filter? Or is he just an asshole... A nice asshole? But also a psychopath- My brain is hurting, maybe he's bipolar? BPD? DID? I should stop pondering this.
The whole time we were approaching our destination The priest had a firm hold on me somehow, as if he thought I'd run away- which was completely valid to assume since he kidnapped me and I'm still scared half to death- yet at this moment in time I had no intention to try and pull any sort of stunt to escape, I was emotionally unavailable and couldn't think of a plan. We continue our walk for a little longer before we reached a door at the end to the right of the hallway.
He unlocked the door and opened it for me, leading me inside and shutting the door behind us. On a few tables were sets of different instruments. Some items that looked akin to science equipment, some were straight up surgical equipment, one table had a ton of different types of needles and syringes. I felt my body go into a fight or flight mode of the sort, He also took notice of me being visibly uncomfortable by the items in the room. He let out a small chuckle and released his hold on my arm. I shot a glance behind me, the door was locked from the inside with a pair of keys. Damnit.
"Don't be alarmed, I'm not going to vivisect you or anything of the sort. You're not a worthy candidate of any surgical procedures just yet."
WHAT.
My eyes widened and I took a small step back, he started laughing for a good moment before he calmed himself down again.
"Oh pet, where's your levity? I was only teasing." Said the priest as he patted my head.
I let out a forced laugh, cringing at myself.
"Yeah... so then... what are we doing here?"
He paused, pondering how he would organize his words.
"Well, you see... The guests I have coming are going to participate in a ritual we had planned months prior to now, however, I lack a few major mediums I need for the craft."
He explained, inspecting some of the equipment on the tables as he spoke.
"And..?" I inquired timidly.
"And... as morbid as it sounds, I require a blood sample and possibly a few other bodily fluids. It should be a quick and easy process as long as you remain calm.." I interrupted his last few words impulsively at the gross ideas I was getting.
"Ew!" I hugged my arms around myself and stepped back, my cheeks tinted pink.
He stared blankly at the wall for a half second, trying to process what I meant- or what I thought he meant? He shook his head and stepped back as well.
"What- No! I need your tears."
I tilted my head in response, confused.
"Tears? Why?" I asked,
"Well, in witchcraft tears are very powerful. The hold a lot of emotion and energy that is extremely useful for all sorts of different enchantments." He explained.
"Oh." I nodded, biting my lip.
"What did you think I meant?" He looked at me confused, raising a brow.
I remained quiet, my eyes slightly widened as I avoided eye contact, trying to think of a substitute for what I actually thought.
I didn't have to say anything though because he soon caught on. He kinda lagged if that makes sense? He looked a mix of disgusted and disappointed. He flashed me a glare and turned around shaking his head, now searching through his equipment to find the right needles.
I'm a literal child, I swear. I waited awkwardly as he put together his equipment and turned back to approach me, syringe in hand.
My heart was beating faster and faster the closer he got, I was terrified of needles.
"I hope you know what you're doing..."
I choked, nervously.
"I used to be a surgeon."
He said as he lead me to a chair and sat me down, a small table beside me of which I rested my arm on.
"D-Don't you think I've had enough needles in me?" I laughed nervously, he ignored me as he put on his gloves. I felt like I was in a doctors office, except a doctors office would've been way more comforting than a mysterious psycho church.
He prepared the needle and cleansed the area with alcohol wipes, by the time he had prepped my skin with the alcohol tears were streaming down my face. I was trying to breathe normally but my breathes came out erratic and uneven.
"Hey... blood first, tears after." Said the priest. I tried to ignore it but I was just too scared of him. He paused and examined me, that same look of compassion in his eyes. I made eye contact with him, I felt his hand on my arm. My breathing slowly calmed and before I knew it he had already inserted the needle. I closed my eyes, waiting for it to be over. He had taken a couple vials of blood before he had removed the needle, the feeling of the metallic surface sliding against my flesh was a disgusting feeling I hated about getting my blood drawn. Before I could even think about it, it was over. I sighed and my muscles relaxed, my breathing steady again.
"Very good, this saves me the effort of forcing tears out of you." Said the priest bluntly. I swear he says some of the most fucked up things as if they're completely ordinary.
"I thought you said tears were bad for my skin..?" This guy confuses me.
"Long-term exposure causes some irritation. I mostly just said that so I didn't have to pity you anymore." He shrugged.
"Oh." Previous point proven.
He held a small vial to my cheek, his other hand holding my chin to keep my face still. I blinked, letting the rest of my tears fall down my face and into the glass. My cheeks grew pink, I felt his gentle fingers on my jawline and his face close to mine. He looked concentrated, sometimes his hair would fall in front of his eyes and he would have to completely stop what he was doing to move it out of his face- slightly frustrated as he'd do so. Once he finished he sealed all the vials and put them away in a little box for later. I sat there in silence waiting for him to finish what he was doing, but even after he cleaned up his equipment he just stared off at the wall for a good moment. Eventually he realized he was zoning out and cleared his throat.
"Its about 7PM right now, my guests should be arriving soon..." Said the priest, seeming a bit troubled as if he was pondering something.
"I'll escort you back to your room, I'll have my sister bring you something to eat." Oh fuck not her again
He approached the door, gesturing me to follow. We walked silently beside one another, he held my arm like last time but this time his grip was less tight. He seemed distracted, now would've been a good time to take my chances and run, but I didn't.
"Hey- wait"

We both paused outside the door. The priest turned to me slightly thrown off by me addressing him in any way. He hummed in response, awaiting what I had to say almost impatiently.
"Whats your name..?"

His eyebrows furrowed when I asked, he seemed irritated.
"I remember saying earlier you could call me father."

I don't know what came over me, the same thing that possessed me to trespass perhaps?
"You kidnapped me, the least you can do is tell me your name!"

I expected him to snap at me or hurt me in some way, but either way I had to accept it since I already dug myself this deep. Curiosity killed the cat I guess, or so I thought?
He seemed like he wanted to protest further but instead he stopped himself, sighing.
He opened the door to my room for me and urged me inside. He stood outside the door for a moment before he spoke.

"Adrastus."

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