Murdoc x reader [Unaware]

Cracker

You don't know how long it's been, you've completely lost all concept of time. You lay there in the pitch black boot of the clown's car, the void of sound leaves a ringing in your ears. You've tasted fear before, but this is your highest dose. Unable to move. Tied up. Restricted. Alone. Cold. Cramped up. A desolate void. Due to clowns.

Then you unravel another level of this strange torture. Hunger gets worst, thirst gets worst. All your human senses have been deprived.

Then you see it, a bright and colourful light that's just beyond reach. It makes your eyes feel sore at first, but then you feel comfortable. You feel an indescribable sense of familiarity, you have a relationship with this light unlike any other. You look behind you, and make out the shape of your body lying on the floor reflecting the hues of the grand colourful chandelier above. You turn back to face the light and begin to float towards it.

Then it's all disrupted, someone opens the boot. Bright daylight abruptly shines upon your face and the sound of the boot opening stops the ringing of your ears. You shut your eyes as the sun instantly burns them and feel two strong bodies pick up your feeble almost corpse. You open your eyes and can only identify colourful blobs, it's disorientating.

You feel as though you're about to die and decide to make your request.

'Wa-terr' you just about manage to say in a barely audible and hoarse voice.

You're placed down onto what feels like a chair and you make out a figure walking towards you, the body cracks open a bottle and places it between your dry lips. The being grabs your face, tips it back and begins to slowly pour water into your mouth, the cool water feels ever so satiating.

'Can't have you dying on me can I?' The figure says, you note that you recognise the voice of the figure but you're not sure who it is. Once you stop drinking, the being strokes your face as if you're some sort of pet.

You would be angry, but you're too relieved. Your eyesight begins to adjust and you are slowly able to see things clearly. You observe the body before you from head to toe.

You observe the shiny red leather high heels and the long tan legs and the tight black spandex dress hugging the small figure. Then you look and see her face... the bitch... with her smug grin and her sunglasses and long black hair... fucking Paula Cracker.

All your senses come back to you in an overwhelming rush as well as the burning feeling of anger. You know why she doesn't want you to die, you know why she allowed you to come just to the edge of death. Revenge. Her desire for revenge is so prominent and so obvious, you can practically taste it.

Your look around and see that you're in a dry and desolate desert and can only see Paula and the two men who were carrying you. There is no sign of Murdoc. Your body is hit with a sudden burst of energy and you begin to struggle, you manage to rip apart the duc-tape that binded your arms together and stand up in anger.