Cursed Love

Thirty-Eight

Song Recommendation: Reflections by the Neighbourhood
Third Person POV
TW - mentions of r*pe and panic attacks

Early the next morning, Rudy was out on a run when he accidentally bumped into someone, causing their bag to fall out of their hands and spill on the ground.

"Sorry, man. I wasn't watching where I was going." Rudy apologised.

"Yeah, watch where you're fucking going!" the man said, trying to pick up packets of white powder off the floor.

"Oh man, is that cocaine?"

"What'd you just say to me?"

"Nothing, sorry man, I was just joking."

"Yeah, you better be fucking joking. Fuck off."

"Yikes, I said I was sorry." Rudy mumbled

Finally done picking up everything he had dropped, the man lifted Rudy up by his collar, "Have something to say, muscles?"

"No, just saying that you could be nicer." Rudy said, brushing off the man's hand.

Glowering, the man dragged Rudy into an alley before a bag was put over his head and he heard a shuffling around him.

Hearing a door unlock and himself being strapped to a chair, Rudy felt anxiety creep inside his chest.

"What the fuck?" Rudy said as the bag was snatched off his head. Looking around, Rudy figured they were in a warehouse near the docks.

"So, you know we have cocaine? You gonna report us?" A man in a jeans and a black dress shirt asked

"Cocaine? What? What's going on?" Rudy asked, shifting in his chair, What did I get myself into?

"You shoved Stefan and tried to report him for cocaine. Now, I'm gonna make sure you never speak again."

Panicking, Rudy started to jump in his chair, "No! I didn't mean to bump into him! And I was just joking about cocaine! I didn't actually know it was a drug! I was just joking! I'm not gonna report anything."

THUD

The man punched Rudy in the face, splattering blood over his shirt. "You dare lie to me, Marcel Mikaelson?"

"Look, I don't know who you are! And I don't care what you're doing, just leave me alone! I'm just a fashion designer! My name's Rudy and I work at Louis Vuitton, you can search it up!" Rudy exclaimed, flinching away from the man, Marcel, as he felt blood run down his shirt.

THUD

"Do not lie to me." Marcel said, punching Rudy once again.

Beckoning Stefan forward, Marcel asked, "This is the man you said you had cocaine?"

"Yes, sir."

"You see, Rudy, we're running an operation here and if words get out, well, we could lose everything. So, I'm gonna permanently shut you up." Marcel said, bringing his arm back for another punch.

"Wait, please! I promise, I'm just a fashion designer, I don't know anything! I won't say anything, please!"

"Check it, see if a 'Rudy' works at Louis Vuitton." Marcel said, bringing his fist down.

A couple seconds later, Stefan replied, "It checks out, sir."

Nodding Marcel turned back to Rudy, "If something happens to this operation, I will come for you, Rudra Acharya. And I will kill everything and everyone you love. Say nothing and you'll be able to live."