Cherry Diner | Cillian Murphy x Reader

3. Comply

Friday, December 17

2:42 AM

The room was cold and empty, despite the slight draft of wind that escaped through the small window that was in the corner of the room. As my eyes adjusted to the room, the only light being the moonlight gleaming inside, I couldn't tell where I was. My face had a dull ache to it, and my mouth was dry. My body threatened to move, but the sound of metal gently clacking made me quickly realize that my feet were tied as well as my hands. My hands were tied behind my back as I sat on the metal chair placed in the vacant room, whilst my hands were wrapped in some material, chained to floor. No matter what, I couldn't leave or move. I was trapped in an empty room, not knowing what would happen to me next.

After being pushed against the floor of the van, something hit me and I was suddenly out cold, only to wake up in a room hours later, without a clear recollection of what had happened prior that night. It was a blur that I was trying to comprehend, it was all a waiting game.

Time went by incredibly slow as I mapped out my plan to escape, but my thoughts were suddenly interrupted once the door had opened, the same man with jet black hair walking in. The one who I first spoke to back at the diner. He carefully flicked on the light, causing me to flinch slightly at the sudden brightness in the room, my eyes being used to the darkness of the area. I remained quiet, trying to see if my ability to comply made me seem like I should be released.. sooner at least. Just act calm, I constantly reminded myself.

I stared up at the tall man who was now standing in front of me, the smell of cologne suddenly making an appearance, no longer smelling must and mildew that had once occupied the stale air. He slowly leaned down, becoming eye level with me. His eyes stared into mine, analyzing my every thought. The room remained silent, just the slight buzz of the light that hung above us sang.

"Carmen, is it?" He then asked me, his head cocking to the side after he asked the question, his lips curving into a thin smile. It was a condescending smile, as if he was talking down on me.

"Don't be afraid to talk to me," He continued, carefully shaking his head as he leaned closer to me, his suit pressing tightly against him. "I just want to ask you a few questions if that's okay with you?"

I remained quiet, too scared to even an utter a word to the strange man who stood in front of me. He never took his eyes off of me, watching my every move as if there was a potential opportunity I could somehow escape.

"James Whitlock," He said to me as he raised his eyebrows. "Is that name familiar?"

It was my father's name. Of course it's familiar, but I shook my head.

"It's not familiar?" He asked me, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion at my denial. "You don't have to lie to me, Carmen. It's okay to be honest. Your father isn't going to get hurt. Neither are you."

"I don't know who the fuck that is." I said, aggression evident in my voice. Although my idea was to remain calm, I couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline and fear pulsating through my veins as I realized this was a planned attack and not some random, bizarre coincidence. 

I was being held hostage.

The man fell silent, looking away from me and down at the ground before reaching over and carefully holding the chain between his fingertips before glancing back up at me.

"If you want these off of you.." He started, gently tugging them, causing my feet to shift slightly. "Then answer my questions. Honestly."

Seconds after he spoke, another man walked in through the door, softly shutting it behind him. The cold draft of air sent shivers down my spine, causing me to slightly shift in my chair. I watched as the new man approached me now, too. It was Cillian.