CARTE BLANCHE - Dracule Mihawk x Reader

2 ~ Stuck

***(Y/N) POV***

Salt.

So much salt.

The sharp tang was clinging to my mouth, my tongue, my throat and my lungs, and I wasn't sure if I would ever be able to rid myself of it.

The taste of freedom didn't exactly agree with my palette.

The last thing I could remember was desperately clawing my way onto the sandy shore and cocooning myself before promptly passing out, but I was positive that damp, gritty sandbank yadnt been quite so comfortable. Actually, I wasn't sure I had ever felt something so pleasant in all my life.

Jerking up with enough force to crick my neck, a dizzying wave rushed over my head, but once my eyes adjusted I felt even more confused.

Wherever I was, it was dimly lit, and kind of creepy, in an oddly bewitching way. Aged stone walls, candelabras, tapestries and paintings, it screamed money, which in turn had me more than just a little scared.

Money meant power, and power never meant anything, or anyone, good.

Clambering off the bed, I lost my balance, crashing face first onto the stone floor. My wings twitched, tangled in twisted sheets.
"Shit..." I cursed under my breath, simultaneously flapping and reaching to fully free myself.

As quickly as I could, I took in my surroundings, mentally noting whatever I could use for self defence or for escape. Aside from the odd candle, there was nothing besides my bare hands. The only routes of escape were the door and a small, open window, where a rich, earthy scent wafted in and cooled the air.

"Oh, yay! You're awake!" My entire body flinched when a shrill voice yelled out, and Ibwhipped my head towards the doorway to find...nothing. "Over here, Birdy!"

The wall. A bright eyed, pink-haired girl was sticking out of the solid wall. Thoroughly freaked out, I scrambled backwards towards the window, puffing my feathers in a pathetic attempt to make myself appear bigger and more threatening.

Okay, slow movements. Maybe she'll leave..? Whatever she is...

"You wait right here, and I'll go get the two idiots, 'kay?" As though it were completely normal, back she popped into the wall, and I just stared at the now empty spot, bewildered.

Yep. Nope. I need to get the hell out of here. Now.

Climbing off the floor, I turned to the window I had scoped previously. It was small and narrow, definitely a tight squeeze, but not impossible, I was sure. Tucking my extra appendages close to my back, I moved forward and considered how I could possibly do this smoothly. Feet first? Left side then right?

'Hurry up! She's waiting!"

Head first it is.

It was a stupid move, with a high chance of failure, but luck had gotten me this far. I knew I could manage without getting stuck.

Sadly, luck would get me no further.

"Did she not realise there was a door right here..?" A man's voice spoke, and I began to squirm and struggle, wedging myself even further into my predicament. This was the last thing I needed, and when I was so close to actual freedom, too.

"Calm down, Birdy! We're not gonna hurt you! At least I'm not!" That shrill, pitchy voice belonging to the ghostly woman spoke, but it did nothing to soothe me.
"Yeah right! Like I'd believe a dead chick!" I barked back, growing more panicked now that my arms were completely trapped between my hips and stone.