Snowflakes (King Dice x Depressed! Reader) OLD

Grim

*DON'T PLAY SONG UNTIL I SAY PLZ*

⚠️WARNING, If you are disturbed by topics of rape and abuse, I advise you don't read the next couple chapters. Reader discretion is advised.⚠️

//King Dice POV//

"Y/n, I'm home," I opened the door.

No answer.

I walked all around the house but she was nowhere.

'Strange, she said she'd be home by now..'

I decided that I should probably go looking for her.

Since I needed the exercise, I walked all around town calling her name.

"Ugh, this is hopeless. She better not have went to the next state, but if she did, why didn't she take her clothes?" I asked myself.

I was downtown and I passed by an old diner when I noticed something on the ground; her keychain.

Now I'm worried, why would she be here and why drop her keys?

Was she running?

From what?

I picked up her keys and put them in my pocket.

I thought I would put a police report in tomorrow if she didn't come home later.

I backtracked down the street, ignoring all the stares I got from strangers, and was about to walk across the street until I noticed something else on the road; Fresh Tire Marks.

This wasn't unusual for a bustling place like this but about 30 feet away from Y/n's keys?

That's weird.

I eventually got home and changed since I was still in my work clothes, ate, and went to bed.

*Next day*

I groaned as my alarm clock went off at 9:30 AM.

I always forget to turn that off on the weekend since I don't have work on the weekend.

I sat up rubbed my eyes, I suddenly then remembered about Y/n being gone.

I walked out of my room and slightly opened the door making a sort of "Creak" noise.

I looked at her bed and she wasn't there.

I looked all around the house just in case she fell asleep on the couch or something but she was nowhere to be found.

I started to panic thinking that she was in trouble or something, so I got dressed and drove to the police department to file a missing report.

//Your POV//

*Play music now*

I slowly fluttered my eyes open, expecting to be in my room, but instead I was tied to a chair in a dirty, no windows, smelly, dark room.

The cobblestone walls had stains of brown, white and..red.

The single metallic door had a small window that was enclosed by bars so I couldn't reach my hand through if I managed to escape the clutches of the tightly fastened ropes running along my body and the rotten, wooden, chair.

The fragrance that wafted the room was a moldy, old smell making me feel like I'm in a basement of an abandoned house.

I looked around finding myself to be alone.

When I looked more closely at the wall, I saw various tools such as, knives, bone saws, and mallets.

I also saw something that made me even more uncomfortable then I already was; Sex toys, a lot.

The wall had its own shelf of ball gags, whips, dildos, butt plugs, blindfolds and handcuffs all assorted neatly in its own category.

I heard large foot steps coming from the outside of the door, What I also heard were screams.

Pleads and begs to be let free, the scary part was, they were all women.

Some of them sounded old and some sounded young.

I looked down and for the first time, I noticed I was naked.

I cringed at the thought of what is going to happen to me.

'Will it be that man that is going to rape me, and or KILL ME?!' I thought to myself.

The door swung open silently with a dark silhouette of human figure entering the room.

They walked under the flickering lightbulb over my head to reveal them self as none other as Craig.

"Hello my sweet Y/n," He spoke softly as he caressed my cheek making my spine shudder.

"What do you want with me?" I spat at him.

"I simply want to make you understand who you belong to. I've been watching you Y/n, with that monster you call a friend," Craig smirked.

"Dice is not a monster," I only managed to whisper since I was still tired after running from my abductor.

"Sure, I knew you would say that. I'm going to remind you why you should come back to me. Consider this as punishment," Craig Said as he walked to the side of the room and grabbed he ball gag and a knife.

"What are you going to do? Kill me?" I asked sarcastically.

"No, no, my angel. I'm going to make you feel alive!~" he cheered himself.

//LATER//

I feel so..dirty.

I was cut with multiple tools while I was.."attacked".

I screamed multiple times and begged but known helped.

When Craig was done I had to ask one thing.

"Why do you have more than one woman here, these are the missing women, aren't they?" I questioned him without bothering to look him in the eye.

"Y/n, your so smart,~" he teased me before leaving.

He shamed the door with a "BANG!" And I heard him walk down the hall being bombarded by the cries to be set free by the other women.

That's it. I'm in hell.

~Edited: Originally published January 21st, 2018~