For you, Скучать. | Reader x Sova | Book 2

Chapter 3 | FAKE!

"What the fuck, chamber?" I said.

"My oh my. Mon Cherie, you know you love me. you can't deny the truth." He said, pressing the knife on my neck. What the hell is happening? why is he doing this? Isn't he with us? Isn't he supposed to work with us? I felt the sharp blade slowly pressing harder and harder on my neck. I started suffocating as he choked me. 

"S-stop *cough*" 

"Say. It."

"release m-me.."

He left the hold of my neck. I fell on the ground, on my knees, coughing. 

"SAY. IT, FUCKING SLUT!" That hit deep. Really deep. I will not hold back for this motherfucker.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!" I yelled back at him, holding him by his neck. 

It was as if we switched places. Now i'm the one holding his neck. The dark aura of the room made me remember the song Kill Bill. Because of my radiant ability, I can play whatever song I want through my head. I played it without noticing. Then I stopped. I was too lost in the moment. I saw how close I was to his lips. "Kiss me. That's what you want. That's what we want." He said.

I jumped back, realising what he said and what I was about to do. Immediately, he caught hold of me, pressing the knife on my neck. I started to bleed as it cut into my neck. The pain was unbearable. Tears started streaming out of my eyes.

"Sova is such a dumbfuck, he let you with me. Well. Happens to the best of us." he said as he pressed the blade deeper and deeper. I started crying for help, but my voice couldn't reach the outsides. I was dissapointed. 

"Well, meet me. Vincent Fabron, also known as, well, Mirror Chamber." He said while sighing. 

My eyes stared straight into his soul. Psychologic tricks. He looked away in hesitation as he let me down. I passed out. Probably dead now. Well. I have no words. I wasn't strong enough. I wasn't brave, confident enough. Brim would probably be disappointed in me. Maybe sage would try to rez me. But, it was all just a small, little maybe. 

Sova POV: 

I was entranced, maybe even drugged. I thought they were just having a friendly conversation. But my instinct said otherwise, as I fought with my own thinking of worst-case scenarios. I gave up. I couldn't win. I left my sandwich on the plate and walked towards that small room they went to. What I saw was horrifying. Cello on the ground with her neck bleeding, Chamber holding a knife with blood on it.