With wide, haunted eyes, (Y/n) sat stiffly, ignoring the imposing presence of the general at his side. He couldn't escape, he couldn't free himself from this hellish fate. At first his gaze had darted around, searching for any weapon or material capable of taking his own life. The only thing close would've been the large brutal cleaver attached to the hip of Jin Aoyang, and (Y/n) wasn't about to tussle with him over that. The only other solution was throwing himself from the carriage and hoping he rammed headfirst into a sharp stone. But the carriage was going at a steady pace and the road was smooth and well worn.
He glanced at the general's cleaver one more time, wondering if he'd be executed for trying. Unfortunately, Jin Aoyang also happened to glance at him this time, eyebrows raised curiously as he followed (Y/n)'s line of sight. He grunted noncommittally, laying a large meaty hand on the hilt, making (Y/n) flinch back with a squeak.
"Gonna make a grab for it? The guards outside will catch you even if you manage to evade me." (Y/n) shook his head feverishly, staying quiet. This served to amuse the general, a sick smirk painting his lips. It never failed to amuse him how quiet 'guests' became when they were on their way to the lord's mansion. After that nerve wracking conversation, (Y/n) instead focused on himself, trying to think if there was anything he could do to either not wake up lest he reincarnate again, or, at the very least, figure out if Shan Dun and the old lady were safe.
While lost in his thoughts, (Y/n) didn't realize that the carriage approached a large wall, taller than any (Y/n) had ever seen and all too familiar. Jin Aoyang said nothing, letting the (h/c) chew on his thumbnail neurotically. There was no line of servants waiting to welcome them into the reception hall, which Jin Aoyang vastly preferred. The lord didn't like him and he didn't like the lord, so putting on airs to save face did nothing but piss him off. Besides, every second the servants weren't dallying around Zhou Xin, the higher the possibility he'd behead them all and replace them with a brand new staff.
The gates opened with eerie creaking, as if welcoming (Y/n) with open arms into the deepest depths of hell. (Y/n) had expected to be frozen in fear, reliving all the torture and pain he'd experienced within these tall stone walls, but instead he felt numb. Empty. His eyes glazed over, his mouth stopping the terror he was inflicting on his nails, and his hand falling limp in his lap. He felt ... defeated. Like the dead horse the pedantic would beat into the ground. He'd go through it all over again, suffer those unspeakable horrors, succumb, and do it all over again. Each scar on his body ached, contributing to the abyss his mind was sinking into with every step, every clop of horse hooves, that brought him closer to that vile man.
This attitude didn't go unnoticed by Jin Aoyang, who didn't think much of it. Zhou Xin had asked for the callboy to be brought to him alive - sound of mind wasn't guaranteed. When the carriage stopped, the general didn't bother to check and see if (Y/n) would attempt to move on his own. He just picked him up and slung him over his shoulder. A few maids approached him to see if the limp prostitute was beautiful enough to see their lord, but the general just growled at them.
"Out of my way," he spat, snarling at the girls. They, cowed as ever, retreated and huddled off to the side, hoping they wouldn't be punished for not checking on the young man first. Jin Aoyang muscled his way through any other staff and finally shoved through the sliding doors to get to where Zhou Xin sat, pretending to be lackadaisical. With a nasty smirk, Jin Aoyang threw (Y/n) onto the floor before his lord, brows raised.
"Here he is, milord. Any criticisms?" Zhou Xin, whose eyes had glittered brightly upon seeing his new source of entertainment, frowned at his general's actions.
"You could stand to be more gentle with him. If he breaks before I even get to try him out, I might do something irrational in a fit of anger." This thinly veiled threat only made Jin Aoyang chuckle quietly to himself.
"Well, if he does, your Lordship can always give him to me. I don't mind third hand goods." Rage pulsed through a vein above Zhou Xin's brow and he grabbed a nearby teapot, throwing it with all his might at the tall man, who simply sidestepped with a smug expression.
"Out! Now! Do not come near him unless I give you express permission! LEAVE!" Jin Aoyang gestured and bowed, turning on his heel with a sway of his high ponytail. Once he was sure the general left, the young lord glanced around shiftily, gesturing with his head for any remaining staff to get out, then slid from his seat to where the ragdolled form of (Y/n) laid.
His scarred hand shook as it hovered above (Y/n)'s thin shoulder. He didn't expect to have to muster up courage to even touch him, and when he finally did feel the waning warmth of the (h/c)'s skin, his heart jumped into his throat. His fingers tensed and he rolled the thin man over, eyes running over the slack face of his dream. His eyes dipped to the collar of (Y/n)'s robes, eyes squinting at the scar on the (h/c)'s throat in distaste before his fingers danced up cheekbones and into (h/c) tresses. His fingers carded through strands of long hair, feeling the smoothness of his scalp. Zhou Xin couldn't help the large grin that spread across his face, straight, white teeth digging into the meat of his lower lip.
(Y/n)'s body heat was meager at best, but that didn't stop the young lord from clutching that limp body to his chest, chin resting on the crown of (Y/n)'s head. He breathed in (Y/n)'s scent, holding it in his chest before exhaling breathily. This weight was lighter than what he remembered, but then again, he hadn't held (Y/n) often in the past. A bead of sweat trailed down the side of his face as he squeezed (Y/n) even tighter, a sick giddiness in his chest.
"I'll treat you so much better. I know what to do now that you're perfect like this. I know what to do."
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life irreverent; yandere lord x reincarnater male reader
Ficción General"You were born to be mine - I won't let anyone have you, even if it kills you." You couldn't remember how you had even gotten here. The vague memories were nothing more than a blur now. All you knew was that you couldn't escape. The long sleep never...
