Time to Pay the Price [Purple Guy x Reader]

Chapter 3

(( yes, I know I am still and always will be a lazy butthole. But I'll make it up to you *heavy sighing* ))

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~???'s POV~ ((and no. this is not the man from the last book. vinny completely and brutally murdered him, remember??))

I don't know what goes on in those weirdo's minds. They're so strange I find it hard to even begin to comprehend it.

Kidnapping Vincent, of all people?? Why is he to blame for all these problems? He seems to have suffered enough. But if I dare protest, I'll be dead in a moment, so I think I'll keep my mouth shut about that.

As I was stalking the hallways I heard a distant call. I skidded to a stop.

"Have you checked today?"

"Yes, madam," I hissed through gritted teeth in response. The feminine voice came again. There was the sound of high heels clicking on tile floor from behind me.

"How many times? All while he's asleep, right? We can't jar anything. Not just yet, anyways."

"Two times," I got out. The clicking stopped, and I knew she'd been standing right behind me. I just stared down at my reflection in the clean tile floor. "And yes, all while he was asleep. Don't worry."

"I'll worry as much as I want to, you miserable excuse for a person. I ought to feed you to the dog." She spat this with her hatred obviously lingering in her voice. She made no effort to hide it. I sighed, not daring to do much more, whereas I could feel her breath hot on the back of my neck.

"I know. I know."

"Now get to work! I have puppets to toy with, and if you get in my way in absolutely any way at all, I'll snap your neck and throw your body into an abandoned graveyard!"

"Alright, I get it. I'll work on it. You know, things would go faster if you wouldn't yell at me in hallways all day."

It was if the whole world held its breath at once.

Then finally she broke the silence by hissing, "You better be glad you're well-liked and well-trusted in this establishment, or else you'd be tied up just like Vincent."

And with that, the was a breeze and the sound of a very familiar woman storming off as her high heels angrily clicked on the neat tile as though they, were angry too.

And though I hated everything I was about to do, I couldn't help but smirk as I walked off in the other direction.

Maybe I was just like those pathetic excuses for people.