PSYCHO I Velvet and Veneer x Reader I Vampire au

Chapter 15

❀❁❀•••• Location: The Van ••••❀❁❀

⌜ ⌝ ılı.lıllılı.ıllı. ᴺᵒʷ ᵖˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ; [ Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This) by Eurythmics ] 1:07 ——◦———— -3:35 ↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯⌞ ⌟

"𝘚𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘮 𝘐 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦?"

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You sat there, paralysed in your seat, every single cell in your body screaming for escape. You couldn't move an inch, mostly because of the ropes, and even if you could, Gwendolyn was there, watching. Her icy gaze locked onto yours, making sure that there was no way of escape.

You hopelessly waited for the van to stop, a slight jolt sent through your chest when you heard Donny spoke, "Five minutes!'

Your heart pounded as you heard those words, the rope slowly suffocating you, physically and mentally. What were they planning? Why did it have to be you. The only hope you could hold on for now was just a miracle, though the chances were slim.

You heard the slow screeches of the van, finally arriving to its destination. 

The van door slid open with a groan, and you braced yourself as Donny entered the back. 

"Where is he?"Gwendolyn's voice cut through the unsettling atmosphere. She stood up, arms crossed.

Donny grinned with a knowing look, "Right behind me." he stepped aside, allowing Ash to stride into view. You knew that this was going to happen.

Ash's entrance was almost theatrical. With his hands tucked into his pockets. There was a sense of satisfaction as he saw you.

"Remove the masking tape, Gwen," He instructed.

Gwendolyn nods, obeying Ash's command. Without a word, she peeled the tape from your mouth. The sudden freedom was short-lived as you immediately erupted into frantic protest.

"Why did you keep me in here!? What's your problem? You're insane! Let me go, Ash!"

Ash chuckled softly, the sound like a cruel caress, "So many questions, my dear. It's quite charming how concerned you are." he says in a mocking voice.

"You think this is charming? I'm not your 'darling' anymore," you spat, your voice trembling with rage and fear.

Ash leaned closer, his fingers tucking your hair with a gentleness that was at odds with the situation. "I'm sorry if I've hurt you. This would have been so much simpler if you had just come to me willingly."

"Fuck you." you shot back.

"Language, darling. This is for your own good..." he says blatantly, as if he was enjoying this more.

Donny observed the interaction with a mischievous grin, "You know, you've got to appreciate the drama of it all. Makes everything so much interesting."

He looked over at Gwendolyn, a smirk playing on his lips. "So, Gwen, what's your take on all this? Care to share your brilliant insights?"

Gwendolyn just rolled her eyes, with a barely concealed sigh, her answer left unspoken.

Donny scoffed, "Right. You're sticking to your silent and mysterious routine, as usual."

Gwendolyn, with mild irritation, spoke sharply,  "I don't feel the need to comment on every trivial detail, unlike you, Donny."

Donny pouts, "Oh, come on. I'm just trying to keep things interesting."