Tsukiyama x Reader

Chapter Nineteen

You slowly open your eyes, hot pain scorching through your body as you lift your head. You try to adjust your arms, but the sting of coarse rope against your wrists causes you to sit still. You blink a few times, and try to focus your blurred vision to get a look at your surroundings. You see the silhouette of a figure in front of you, and a muffled voice fills the room. Your head is throbbing and your chest aches with each heavy, struggling breath.

As your senses strengthen, you begin to understand bits and pieces of the person speaking in front of you. The voice belongs to a man, and you assume he's in his mid fifties. The low rumble of his voice engulfs the room, echoing off of each wall. Your vision clears and you are able to look around you.

You are in a small room, with cement walls, low ceilings, and poor lighting. Your vision focuses on the form in front of you, and you squint slightly.

"Ah yes, there you are, (y/n). Welcome back to the land of the living." The man says as he straightens his posture.

He's sitting in front of you, adjusting some equipment on a small side table next to you.

You try to ask him where you are, and what he wants with you. Your throat feels as if it is layered with hot coals, and your tongue is like rough sand paper brushing against your teeth.

"Please don't struggle too much, my dear. You've already been put through enough." He says while peeling the rubber gloves off of his large hands. He combs his finger through his silvery hair, and he adjusts his glasses slightly.

Exhaustion begins to take over you, and keeping your eyes open becomes a more difficult task.

"I'm sure you have many questions, so ill start by just telling you some of the basic information."

The man says as he adjusts his swivel chair toward you.

He once more pushes his glasses up and wheels toward you.

"My name is Dr. Alan Archer. I'm from (your country), and I see in your file that you are as well." He says as he scans over the folder in his hand.

"You are in an underground facility, located about 20 miles from your home here." He says as he casually flips through a folder with your name printed across the front.

A few minutes of silence pass as you continue gathering your thoughts.

You force yourself to speak, your voice searing through your throat.

"Where's (f/n)?" You choke out.

Dr. Archer scoffs as he pushes his thick rimmed glasses up his nose once more.

"In the situation you're in I feel it'd be more beneficial to worry about yourself right now."

He brushes off your question so easily, and that really gets under your skin.

Anger surges through you and you jolt forward in your chair, the four legs screeching to a halt as you skid across the floor.

"Where is (F/n)" You growl.

Your sudden movement takes Dr. Archer by surprise as he flinches slightly.

His astonishment is quickly replaced with excitement as a wicked smile spreads across his face. The dim light reflects off of his white teeth, and his eyes crinkle as his wolffish grin stretches.

"Amazing. You just woke up, and you're still full of fight." He says as he scribbles into your folder.

The lights flicker twice.