Twisted Devotion | Scaramouche x Fem! Reader | Mafia AU

18

[Y/n's POV]
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The cold floor brushed against my skin, I just want to escape here. It's dark and I can't see much.

How I wished a blanket would magically appear in front of me to protect my body from the cold since I was only wearing my undergarments.

What did I do to deserve such inhuman treatment?

If I want to get out of here alive, I'll need to obey his desires...

My stomach growled, signaling that I'm starving. I haven't eaten anything since yesterday, who knows when Scara will be back? I'm scared.

I want all of this to end.

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Hours had passed, and he still hadn't come back.

"Please... anyone out there, h-help me." I weakly muttered

Shit, no matter how much I plead, no one will help me at this rate! If only I was a little stronger, if only... I wasn't born in this world.

I want to live with my family again... be a normal teen, and live a happy and long life... without having to be controlled! Is that too much to ask for?

But I can't let all these depressing thoughts get the best of me right now. I'm not gonna just sit around and wait for death to knock on my door, I need to do something.

With all the remaining energy and resolve I have, I gathered all my strength to attempt to break the chains.

I kept doing that for a few more minutes, and I saw a weak spot on the chains, this might be the key to my freedom!

I couldn't contain my excitement as a small gleam of hope appeared once again, I wouldn't let this opportunity slip away from my hands.

I continued to pull as hard as I could, "Come on!! Just a bit more closer-"

SNAP!

I actually broke free from the chains, but I stumbled and fell on my back, but someone...

Had caught me? 

A sinister chuckle echoed in the dark room, I felt shivers down my spine. I felt a huge lump in my throat as this immense amount of dark aura filled the room.

"What a naughty girl, aren't you?" he snickered, placing a hand on my shoulder. I dared to not look behind me and face the fury that was about to be unleashed by this monster.

"I told you to be a good girl right?" his grip tightened as he spoke, I winced in pain and grabbed his hand and attempted to get rid of his touch but his grip was just too strong than mine.

"No Y/n, you've got to learn your lesson... you don't seem to understand the position you're in. I am the master here, and you are just merely a slave. You do as I say, my words are absolute." his grim response frightened me, and I froze still.

His grip was so strong he made me fall to the ground on my knees.

He bent over and whispered something in my ear, "Never break my trust again"

And those were the last things I heard before everything went black.

- an hour later -

I woke up to a familiar metallic taste in my mouth, it looked like my lips were bleeding.

The nape of my neck was a bit sore, he must've given me a killer chop that was strong enough to knock me out.

"Ugh... what happened..?" I tried to reach for my head but turns out my arms were also locked up in a chain.

Dungeon core much?

"You're finally awake, Y/n. Here's your food." Scara gave me a bowl of curry, no utensils or anything.

I stared at the curry to examine it, there must be poison in there or something right?

"What are you waiting for? Eat," he demanded

"Eat with what?" I asked, annoying him even more.

He suddenly grabbed my hair and brought my face closer to his, "just fucking eat the food" he ordered so I had no choice but to eat the curry like a dog.

Scara's act of subjecting me to eat my food in a degrading manner is getting on my nerves, but what can I do? It's not like we're close enough to say something.

I'm always so out of place, so out of line. I clearly don't know my place, so this is only a reasonable outcome. It's all my fault.

After eating my meal, he cleaned my face with a wet towel. He caressed my hair and gave me a soft kiss on my cheek.

"You're so cute when you follow the rules... I'm sorry for my behavior earlier, I just got a bit frustrated. Please don't hate me, this is all for your own good." he said with the most gentle voice anyone had ever talked to me before.

As if he didn't put me in a humiliating position earlier.

"Let's put our differences aside Y/n... I might let you go if you just... stay here." he had a sinister smile plastered on his face

What is he talking about? What does that even mean?? I'm too scared to even focus on what he means by that.

He stared at me for a little while, as if he were examining me.

His phone rang and his smile disappeared as he answered the phone.

"Something happened at work so I'll go now, but don't worry, I'll come by tomorrow." he stood up and walked towards the door

"Have a good night Y/n." he smiled and locked the door in front of me.

I've fallen into a pit of despair, knowing that freedom is a million miles away from me.