I woke up in the basement, tied to a chair. It was pitch black, so I couldn't see much. Great. What is he going to do to me now? But there was a little dim light, which I could see that he had torture devices everywhere. I'm fucked. Literally, and figuratively. This was so dumb. I thought I was in love with him the first time I saw him, but no. Hell no.
"Well, Well, Well. Look who's awake" A familiar voice echoed.
"What the hell are you going to do to me?" I cried.
"Oh, we are just going to have some fun"
He grabbed a sharp knife off of the wall, and started walking closer to me.
"NO! STOP! LEAVE ME ALONE! DON'T DO THIS!" I screamed.
He had the knife up to my neck, about to slice it. I tried to move away, but the restraints kept me locked in.
"NO! DON'T! JUST STOP! PLEASE!" I pleaded.
"Lights out, bitch" Brendon spat.
The knife sliced through my neck, blood pouring out.
I felt the warm liquid drip down my neck, and down my shirt. I screamed, and tried to held my neck with my hands, and try to stop the bleeding, but I was tied up, so there was no point. I cried harder, which made the blood rush out of my neck faster. It hurt so much.
And Brendon just stood there, watching my every move, laughing at me. This was it. This was the end of me.
"Baby girl? Baby wake up! WAKE UP!"
That reality faded away, and suddenly I woke up. I was in Brendon's bed, and he was shaking me awake. I was still crying my eyes out. Was I just dreaming that he did all of that to me? No. It felt so real.
"Baby, whats wrong? What happened?" Brendon sat back.
"G-get away from m-me. Don't touch me" My voice cracked, and I whimpered.
"W-what? Baby girl everything is fine. I'm not going to hurt you, we have been through this" He scooted a little toward me.
"STOP! I know what you're going to do to me. Just leave me alone!" I got out of the bed, and ran out to the living room, and to the door. My hand was almost on the door knob, but I felt Brendon's soft hands around me.
"Baby girl, everything is fine. I'm not going to do anything to you, I promise. Just please calm down" He soothed.
My legs collapsed, and I fell to the ground. I just sat there and cried, while Brendon held me protectively.
"Come on, lets go sit on the couch, and you can tell me all about your nightmare" He sounded like he was talking to a child.
He picked me up, and carried me to the couch. Then, he sat me down, and then sat across from me.
"So, what happened?"
"U-um, you kind of killed me.." I bluntly said.
"Oh" He looked concerned, yet I couldn't really tell.
I began telling him all the details, and the events that leaded up to him killing me.
"Well, I promise I wouldn't do anything to hurt you" Brendon said.
"Okay" I still didn't believe him though.
"Lets get you back to bed. You really need to get some sleep" He picked me up, and we were on our way to the bedroom.
He sat me down on the bed, and went to leave.
"W-wait. Where are y-you going?" My voice was weak.
"I have some work to finish. I'll be back soon, Baby girl. Just please try to go to sleep. I love you so very much."
"I-i love you too" I lied, and looked down.
Brendon kissed my forehead, and left. He left me to try to go to sleep after that nightmare. I laid down in the empty bed. I wished he would have stayed and calmed me down, yet I don't. I was so close to having a breakdown, and the only thing that could stop it, as much as I don't want to admit it, was Brendon.
I cried myself to sleep.
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Kidnapped ~Brendon Urie Fanfic~
Fanfiction"How was your little nap, sleeping beauty?" Brendon appeared suddenly. I didn't answer. He started to walk toward me, and kneeled down to my level. I spat in his face, causing him to slap me. "Feisty one, I see. Well, we're going to have to fix that...
