aftermath // crankgameplays x reader //

*9*

I groan, the silence ringing throughout the all-too-familiar dark, lonely room that's started to grow on me.

Waiting was my only option at this point, after Simon's interrogation he let me have a few days to 'think it through'.

How considerate coming from a total asshole.

After a few more moments of sitting and doing absolutely nothing, the door opened, surprisingly with not as much force as Simon would or any of the other idiots that come in to throw me a scrappy piece of bread like i'm a dog would do. 

A small, frail looking man with olive skin and thick, bushy black eye brows peaked round the door, squinting in an attempt to analyse me through the hardly-lit bulb that hung loosely in the middle of the tiny square room.

I physically rolled my eyes, half expecting another shit-faced loser coming in asking to bang.

But what i didn't expect was this small man to whisper a quiet hello, like he was scared.

"What do you want?" I shouted loudly, staring at the ceiling.

"I...i'm sorry... i just came to talk." He defended himself timidly, entering the room while gently shutting the rusted old door behind him.

"About which option i picked for your shit deal? I still have a few days left, hold your fucking horses." i spat venomously.

"Look i'm not here to fight!" He held his hands up in defense.

"I honestly feel terrible sitting and watching Simon treat you like this, i hear the boys talk about it like its something to be proud of and... i...i just wanted to check up on you because your living conditions aren't the best..." He admitted with a sorrowful expression.

"If you feel so bad about it, why don't you just break me out then?"

He looked stunned for a moment, i could practically hear the cogs turning in his head, thinking of what to say.

He sighed, clearly stumped.

"Its not simple Y/N... I..i'm apart of these men, they keep me alive, i'm trusted. Doing something like that would be suicide and i don't want to suffer those consequences. I don't want you to either."

I thought about what he said for a moment, my gaze not leaving the moldy roof.

"Why do you care about... me?"

I look him dead in the eye, shock spreading over his face, his eyebrows knitting together.

"Your with those heartless motherfuckers, why do you care what happens to me?"

He looks down before looking straight back up.

"I...i trust you i guess, you don't deserve this."

"You trust me? How can you trust me when you don't know anything about me other that i'm just a hostage taken from an amazing group of people who you enjoy terrorizing!" I shot back, anger starting to rise.

"For all you know i could get up right now and hurt you, i'm not tied down, chained up or locked in a cell, you don't know me!"

His hands slid across the length of his face, my statement made him a little uneasy.

"If you were to hurt me wouldn't you have done that by now?" He questioned, gaining the confidence to talk back out of thin air.

I sighed in defeat.

"Can you just go?"

His soft brown eyes bore into me confused, his expression falling into an upset one.

"If i'm eventually gonna die here i would like to actually finish finding out exactly how many individual bricks line these walls or my OCD will be pretty bad in heaven."

He shook his head in confusion, brushing off my joke.

"Who says your gonna die?" He asked halfheartedly.

I made a 'tsk' noise and we sat in silence for a while until i responded.

"I'm not accepting any of the options. I'm going to die here."

He looked at me for a while, trying to process what had come out of my mouth.

"I...i..."

I shook my head rapidly,

"No, don't say anything. Don't try to persuade me to join because i'm confident with my answer. I would rather die than join you shit-faces and i'm sure as hell not being used."

He got up without saying a word and turned to the door, he opened it softly once again and stepped out the room, just before he was about to close it he turned to look at me.

"My names Vikk, remember that."