CAMERON MONAGHAN IMAGINES

Poppy. |pt. 3| (Jerome)

Your clothes feel rough and grimy, but It's better than being butt naked in front of Jerome. You have to admit, you're body is nice, yet flaunting your goodies was something you had to try your best to stay confident for.

"Poppy. Hurry up. Roof. Waiting." Jerome's voice traveled through the room. He hasn't come back since, well...you know. You couldn't tell if his eyes were burning or if he was entranced. Either way, you got the towel. You win.

Luckily, through all the stress, your complexion stayed decent. You comb your soaked hair with your fingers and head out. 

Same Christmas Sweater. Same leggings. Same underwear. 

The shower may have cleaned your body, but the filthy clothes ruined that.

You cast your wrists as you walk out of the master bedroom in the dining room. Someone's fingers squeeze your arm and you're violently yanked in the opposite direction. You let out a small whimper in surprise. It sounds like a puppy.

"Come on!" Jerome's familiar tone is strong, just like his grip. He leads you down the hallway until you reach stairs going up.

"Why do you need me for this roof thing?" Maybe he wanted to get you pretty before he dropped you off. Possibly, there's 5 other girls he's been keeping in different rooms that you're going to meet up there. What if the Greenwald guy is going to harvest your organs and display them to Gotham. Your heart pounds out of your chest and breathing becomes harder. Your legs stiffen with every step, getting deeper in toxic thoughts.

Jeromes lack of answer does not put you at ease.

You fall further behind with every treacherous idea that you conceive. Jerome fingers get tighter and your arm runs cold from a lack of blood. You look down at his grasp to see the surrounding area is white.

You flinch when Jerome whips his head at you. "Hurry up, Jumpy. They're waiting."

Your killers?

Jerome swings the door open. A blinding light burns your vision. This is it.

The wind is strong, smacking your skin, practically blow drying your hair. It's cold and dry.

After only stepping 3 feet out of the doorway, Jerome stops in his tracks. His hands reach from behind him and find your waist. He uses that to swing your body in front of him. You're too dizzy with fear to fight his positioning of you.

"Listen." His lips tug at his cheeks, creating an eerie smile. "News will be here any minute. They'll see I have you. They'll see you're happy. That we're..." He pretends to think of the right word. "Together." He closes his mouth and giggles furiously. His hands grab the skin on your shoulders so he can jump up and down in excitement.

You stay completely still. Your mom and dad will be watching the news. To see you happy with your kidnapper will crush them. Hopefully, they'll see through your fake smiles. Somebody will save you.

"Where are the other Maniax?" You ask with impulse. He quits his hysterics.

"Around the corner, my dear." He gestures toward them.

Your eyes glaze over and without thinking, you stride their way. All sounds are tuned out and your legs are the only things that move properly. Whatever is around the corner will surely soil your afternoon.

"Wait! Wait!" A voice calls out, trailing closer. "Wait!" It's so clear. You don't take your eyes off the direction you're headed. "Babe." Jerome's arm slings itself around your hip, granting him access to the slave you are to him. You don't react.

His body acts as a windbreaker and warms your side. "Ready?" His menacing sound tickles your ear.

Around the corner, 6 men wait. They are restrained with duct tape. Their arms are crossed over their chest.