Your Breaking Point - Jinx X Reader [ACT 1.]

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗧 𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘- PT 25

A voice replayed in my head over and over again. Like  a melody — but not quite. I could hear the faint sounds of her voice, whispering.. mumbling. Her hands trickled down the sides of my shoulders as I couldn't bare to look - she could.

"Cmon, everyone's waiting for you." She whispered, her neon eyes glowing among my frail body. Her chuckles echoed among the room, and she kept her grip on me.

"Where.. am I?" I asked quietly, looking around in shock. The darkness of the room laid a thick black blanket among my eyes, making it hard to see. Two neon pink orbs stared directly into my eyes, making it clear I wasn't welcome here.

The light flickered on.. a candle. Half of the wax had melted down the tall incense, but that wasn't my main focus right now. "Now, can you see better?" I nodded, staring at the woman in front of me. Her face was so pale, makeup running down the sides of her frail cheeks. Her body was scrawny, but she had a few muscles here and there. "I'm sure you know why you're here," She hummed, smiling.

"No—.. I don't, actually." I said, staring back at her with a frown. She pouted and rolled her eyes, tapping her bottom lip before slamming her hands on the sides of the armrests among the chair.

"I know! How about a little introduction?" The blue haired freak pondered, smirking. "My name is Jinx. And don't worry about introducing yourself, I already know who you are."

"You do?" You questioned, seeming confused by her statement. She smirked and slowly turned your chair, as she sat up on the table infront of you.

"You're the one who killed all those people, of course I know you." Jinx giggled hysterically, watching you in pure amusement. "That crystal holds a lot of power, y'know. I've been watching you fondle with that thing for a few weeks now, it's obvious you don't know what you're doing."

You felt your blood slowly leave your body, making yourself grounded in your chair. Afraid to leave to face death, but too afraid to stay alive. "It was an acci—" "Shhh." Jinx shushed you, arising from her seat to yours, sitting on your lap and tracing a heart over yours, digging her nails into your skin.

You gasped in pain; but she watched you. She loved you more than anything. "You did that all by yourself, I'm impressed, my love."

You felt yourself cringe at the "my love," because you knew she was insane, but could she possibly be thinking right? Maybe she had the wrong person? "h—hey, listen. I don't know you—"

"Do you have to know me to be in love with me?" Jinx stared into your soul, her face carrying a scary demeanour, your heart pounding out of your chest. "You're mine and only mine and if someone tries to steal you.."

She smiled and pulled herself off of you, grabbing her gun and aiming it at one of her many stuffed dolls, shooting it into the heart, causing the fluff to pour out. The heavy life-sized doll fell to the floor with a loud thud.

You were hers, and hers alone.