The air felt thick and heavy. Almost hot on your already reddened face as the man huffed down your neck. Your shoulders tensed, stiff muscles refusing to relax an inch. This was bad. This was bad and you knew it. Why was this happening? Who the fuck was this?!
"Patience, Kitten... Your questions will be answered in time..." He grumbled in your ear. Almost as if he read your mind. How the hell did he know what you were thinking?
"Turn around and face me."
His voice dropped the friendly tone, more so sounding almost like a threat now. Your legs felt heavy, like cinder blocks couldn't hold a candle to how your body refused to budge.
"I said turn around and FACE ME!" The man growled.
You bit your lip, shakily doing as told at a snail's pace. He looked much better than you expected him to. Your mind conjured up illustrations of a dirty, ratty man with greasy hair or crazy eyes. Instead, he was dressed in a rather dashing black suit and tie. His posture was straightened, his hair in a shaggy bowl cut swooping to the side in a bright red highlight. His eyes held darkness. An odd amount of inhumane devoidance of color or hue. His skin a pale gray, your mind wracked itself with why this seemingly rich and well dressed man took you away from your home.
"That's a good pet..."
YOU ARE READING
A Good Pet (Darkiplier x Antisepticeye x Reader)
HorrorYou awoke crudely to the sound of a train, blaring down on its horn seemingly just a few feet away. That can't be right. You live nowhere near any sorts of train tracks. Your vision is still black. Shouldn't your eyes be adjusted to the room by now?
