Diabolik lovers x reader

Part 2-Where am I?

Your P.o.v

BANG!!!!

I stood up and quickly grabbed my small blade. 

No one's going to make me look stupid again. 

Holding my small switchblade, I tip-e-toed down and stood at the very top of the stairs. I peaked. 

3 men. 

They walked and looked at the dirty home. 

"You're sure she's here," a man asks. 

Trafficking?

"I think it's time Y/n knows her purpose for living," someone says. 

They know my name?

"Right?" the man with bright red eyes flashed his eyes at me.

I felt a pang in my chest and the switchblade fell to the floor. 

My heart hurt. 

The red-eyed man chuckled.

Stupid. Run! 

I lifted myself and made my way to my room, quickly closing the door. 

I packed everything I could, grabbing some clothes, my skateboard, the picture frame, and my necklace.

I had planned for this. Just in case those in human vtrafficking tried to come for me again. 

I opened the window and went through the fire escape, pulling down the ladder and climbing out of it. 

"OVER HERE SHE'S-GAH-"

A man's voice stops screaming. 

"Stop screaming. Honestly" another man says. 

I jumped the last steps of the ladder and placed my skateboard down. I rolled down the street and pulled out my phone. 

I pressed the power button, but it wasn't working. 

I placed it back in my pocket and looked back. 

They're not chasing. 

I stopped my skateboard and stayed put, in the middle of an empty sidewalk. 

"The point isn't to catch you" 

I looked around. My heart thumped. 

I-It hurts! 

I fell to my knees, my skateboard still under me. 

I heard the man laugh again. 

Come on... Go! 

I pushed myself up and fell back down. 

I looked forward and a shadow casted over me. It was huge... big. 

"N-No... l-leave me alone...." I try to shout, but all that came out was weak breaths.

Stop hurting! Why does it hurt! Stop! 

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I jerk awake. 

I was sore. My neck and leg hurt. 

I looked around and I was laid upon a tree. I looked at my hand and there were blood stains. 

My hand is not hurting though...

I followed the trail of blood down to my leg. 

There was a large cut. It seems to have been scraped against something. 

I rubbed my neck. I looked at my hand and no blood came from my neck.

Maybe it was a brusing, rather than a cut.