Patrick Stump Imagines

33 - Abducted

So, um...despite of my tight schedule, I am doing my best to write and it's going to have another part. I promise, another part.

This is somehow related to YBC, everyone. :))

Your POV for this part.

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I do what the good girls don't.

"Shh!" I hiss as I slide down the edge of my knife to my dearest hostage, silencing him.

It's nice to watch his pale white skin turn a little red as fear runs through him.

The bed creaks as he tries to break free from the restraints; he looks at me, muffled words that I do not understand, on the ropes that make him immobile and back at me.

"Mmm-n-mmm-n!" I love how his muffled words ring in my ears.

"Are you saying something?" I said, pulling the handkerchief that was gagged on his mouth.

"Let me go!" He pleads in fear.

"I do not love you, so why would I let you go?" I chuckle, raking my hands in his hair.

I drag down the tip of the knife on his chest, as it rips the threads that holds the buttons of his shirt.

"Stop." He snaps as he breathes deeply on every button that looses and falls down on the mattress.

"I wanna play." I said. "And our game is, teaching you a lesson in the worst kind of way I see fit."

I plaster a sweet smile on my face as three more buttons remain on his shirt. Bending down, I plant a kiss on his lips.

If you really wanna know, I do hate people who wriggles whenever I kiss them.

My hand flies on the air and marks his alabaster skin. A stinging red mark was left on his cheek as my mood suddenly soured.

"Aren't you happy that I am keeping you alive?" I barked at him, as I remember what I've done to his friends.

He tears away from my direction.

"I'm all yours Y/N." He said.

I smirk as I could feel fear rushing in his veins. Let it run through you, baby. Don't fight it. Or I'll do everything again.

"You don't wanna end up like them, right?" I whispered.

"N-no." He stuttered as he grabbed the ropes, groaning in pain. "What have you done?"

"You make me happy, Patrick." I brush his hair. "Don't fight it. Take the pain and make it ignite inside you." I kiss him again. After finding tints of lipstick on his lips, his breaths became sharper.

"I won't surrender to your spell!" He shouts.

"Oh really?" I press my index finger on his chest, making him shout in immense pain. "I told you not to fight it."

Suddenly, Patrick stopped, his eyes closing.

"Do I make you happy?" I asked as I heard no beat from his heart. Yes. The sweet and succulent fruits of success.

"Yes, you do." He says huskily and looks at me as I found my experiment successful. His eyes luminate yellow, meaning he's now corrupted.

All mine.

I don't want anyone have him.

And oh, the defenders of the faith? More like weak beings who thought they could take me down.

That's all.