Sweet Candy Apple

Dreams to Nightmares

Ahh, I had a nice day! What about you? Btw probs to the artist who made that picture. I died when I saw it. My day was fun but it consisted of me debating on what to do to the boys this time. (Gon and Hisoka). Maybe improve their relationship?😘 So far Gon was kidnapped, Ging is missing, Hisoka is ... Hisoka and dead people be dead. Welp idk let's see what happens. And off we go! 😛
'Thoughts'
"Speech"
Hisoka- ♠️-norm ♣️-Playful ❤️-Playful/lusty ♦️-pissy
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{Gon's P.o.v}
    *Slap* "Don't you ever talk to me so rudely. You are my slave. I saved you from the confinements of the normal daily life and now you live in the laps of the great. I use, take, and defile you. Speaking to me in such a familiar manner will only offend me." The man stared me down. I had asked him where I was to put my clothes but apparently, I'm not supposed to talk to him even though he speaks to me like trash and touches me however and whenever he pleases. "I was only asking a que-" *Slap* "You disgusting Cretan! Are you deaf? Follow me" The man held onto my hair roughly yanking at it as we walk. I was practically naked only wearing the thin cloth shirt he provided me at the start. "Where are we going, sir?" I ask as politely as possible but the fear in my voice was quite apparent. He scoffed loudly and turned to look but kept walking "To your punishment"  With those few words, A horrendous weight crash down on me. It felt like a bomb hit. I don't know what the punishment is. I don't have a memory of one but with just those words I know I will regret everything I have done wrong or not.
    
    He threw me into a room by my hair. I was about to cry at this point. This man is way stronger than me I can't escape and I just know this is going to end horrifically. Pulling me again he wrapped a collar around my neck. "Wha-" *Slap Slap* "Shut the hell up!" My face was already bright red from all the slaps and they felt like they hurt a lot more than they should.

   Then the man grabbed my arms and bound them with long chains that attached to a chair. He slammed me roughly into the chair and chained my legs down to it. "Huff huff" I was hyperventilating. I know freaking would make this worse but I couldn't calm myself. It was obvious that this is a very bad situation and I wanted to yell out but I'm too afraid to make any noises for the man might do worse.
    
    After chaining me down to the chair he turned to leave. Confused I spoke up finally. "Wait! Please, tell me what's happening. Why am I bound to this chair?!" He didn't turn around but turn his head and avoided his eyes from mine. "Your punishment" with those words he stepped out of the heavy door. My breaths fast and thin as I wheezed to get air through the panic that was taking over my thoughts and movements. I violently shook and fought at the chains on my arms and ankles.
     
    A wave of something rushed over me causing a revolting chill. I slowly gazed up from my shackled wrists and started screaming, just screeching through the room. A Big, horrifically large man who stood in front of me at the door. I never saw the door open nor did I at least hear it.
 
     I didn't understand why I couldn't see any of his features he was blank. Like a huge black maniftastion of pure consintrated evil. The room was diming darker and darker. A deep black that much matched tye monster infrount of me. I don't know how I know it but I know this man would be my end. Malicious intent roles off this man like breath that is if he did have breath. It didn't look like he was breathing for he was still, impossibly still. It just terrified me more.

   The sheer terror I heard from myself caused a whole new layer of fear to add to my cries. The stillness of his body broke as his hands reached towards me. I couldn't do anything but scream and vigorously trash around harshly with all my might to escape the fate of what was about to happen. Yet I didn't know what was about to happen and that was even more terrifying than if I did.

   He just looked at me and stepped ever slowly closer towering the intensity in the situation ever higher. Hus hand, just millimeter from me and in a last effort, I screamed one thing. It in its shock me but I didn't care. I looked up and closed my eyes and in that last second screamed his name as loud as I could so he could hear me even on the other side of the earth. "HISOKAAAA!!!"
       
  {General P.o.v}
    
Gon sat up. The covers were everywhere but on the bed. Pillows were thrown across the room knocking things about and smashing anything it came in contact with. The boy was in the middle of the bed shaking violently. His arms wrapped around himself clawing at his arms where in his dreams the chains would sit. His tears crashed and spattering across his face and his eyes puffed and cheeks red. The fear and panic from the nightmare still rampaging through him.
     
    The door slammed open and a figure ran in. It jumped and slid on its knees across the mattress sliding to a stop in front of Gon. Hisoka's strong arms tightly wrapped around the boy. This time unlike before holding onto him a lot tighter and ready to touch him more willingly. Gon hugged the man with a crushing grip desperate to keep him there for if he moved the world would be torn right from the teen's palms. Hisoka shuffled a bit to sit crisscrossed and sat Gon in his lap. The boy's nails dug into the magician's shoulders causing deep gashes as Gon clung to him with all his strength. Blood covered the boy's fingers but he didn't notice in his cries for the man in front of him.
    
    Hisoka sat there and secured the boy in his lap. He had no clue what to do or even what the hell had happened. He was sleeping in the living room but was woken by his name being screamed by Gon. Something about the way the boy yelled it put urgency into the man's movements as he ran to the back room finding the boy in what used to be the master bedroom. He decided just to jump over to the boy not wasting any time and wanting to cease the panicking cries.