Time to Pay the Price [Purple Guy x Reader]

Chapter 4

~???'s POV~

I pushed the door open slowly. It creaked barely. Light slipped through onto the polished wood floor of the completely darkened room I was entering.

I stepped inside. There was quiet shuffling. A smirk appeared on my lips at this, but slowly faded. I pushed the door closed behind me. The room went almost completely dark, but I could still see the man tied to the posts of a bed on front of me. He lifted his head. Even in the darkness, the glint of both hatred and fear was clear in his eyes.

"Who are you? Where am I?" He growled, leaning forward quickly. The restraints jerked him back.

I snickered, folding my arms behind my back. "Poor man. I thought you were a killer, yet you're so fearful.."

"How do you-!?"

"Shh. This isn't the time for that. Now let's move on. I'm assuming you have yet to regain your memory fully, considering the questions you asked me moments ago... Yes?"

He locked eyes with me before managing to get out, "I don't remember everything, but I sure as heck remember enough to know you're with those freaks. What do they want with me, anyways?"

I laughed. "You haven't figured it out yet? Really? Foolish Vincent..." My laugh settled down to a chuckle, which quickly faded. "You know, it's a shame that you're just gonna be toyed with just like how a cat toys with its prey, and then you're gonna die.." I lifted a finger to my neck and slowly dragged it across it, mimicking a knife slitting my throat, and grinning.

He completely lost it at this.

He pulled on the restraints several times harshly, scowling. "What did they do to me!? What did you do to me!? And most importantly, where's (Y/N)!?" He yelled all of this. What was left of the fear in his eyes had been completely replaced by anger.

"Hush, you foolish man! First of all, I don't know about what they did to you. They don't let me in on everything. Secondly, I did absolutely nothing to you, Vincent. And lastly, we have no clue where your little girlfriend is, alright? She has no value to us currently."

He had calmed down a bit now, and had stopped tugging at the restraints. His breathing was heavy and jagged, but he somehow kept his gaze locked onto me.

There was a long silence before he finally asked, "Wh-What are they planning to do to me?"

I just sighed, shaking my head.

My only response was, "Things that men like you don't deserve, Vincent."