Love is Evil

Evil Lair

•Y/N: Your Name
•E/C: Eye Color
•H/L: Hair Length
•H/C: Hair Color

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Your POV:
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     After an uneasy rest, I lifted my head off the wall I leaned against, squinting until I had rubbed the sleep out of my E/C eyes, feeling warmer than I did before I fell asleep. I first looked up to find the light had been replaced, and then down at myself. My eyes grew wide at the sight of a familiar cape wrapped around me like a blanket in total disbelief. When did this happen?

     I felt frozen under it, as if it were a net trapping a fish, unsure of how to feel about this. I guess it was nice he thought to give me something warm, but I can't see the Big Bad King of Villainy tucking me in while I was sleeping. It was chilling in a whole new way. The faint scent of cologne fills my senses, radiating off the soft, worn fabric. It was a deep, mellow scent with a hint of something sweet to make it stand out a little, but it was nothing too heavy, very subtle. I hated how good it smelled, knowing it had to be his cologne.

     Looking down, I find the water bottle still in its place, but it was accompanied now by a packaged honeybun that I recognized seeing often at convenience stores. I scoot closer to it and pick up the sweet, hearing my stomach growl as my mouth watered. It doesn't look like it was opened. I groan. There's no telling how long he's going to keep me here. I can't just starve myself. I'm sure it will be okay. Giving into temptation, I rip open the packaging and take a bite of the soft pastry. The taste was nothing special, but I savored it. It was a relief to finally drink water also. Before I knew it, I had chugged the whole bottle.

     I stood up to stretch my legs once I was done, letting the cape fall from my shoulders onto the floor only to miss it when the cold struck me again. Goddamn! Don't they have any heat in this building?! Annoyed, I pluck the cape off the floor and wrap it around me again, finding the clasps to secure them. It's surprisingly lightweight for something so sturdy. I can see why he wears it all the time. It probably keeps him warm on freezing days like this. I find myself pacing around the room to get the blood flowing, trying to think of a way to get out of here. I'd have to get past the door, but whatever's beyond that is a complete mystery. There could be minions, laser beams, cameras, an alarm system, anything! If I could just get to a window.

     I stop walking upon recognizing an ache in my bladder that made me want to slam my head against the wall. I need the bathroom soon. You know what? Banging my head against the wall sounds like a great use of time. Walking up to the nearest one, I start to do just that, letting out all my frustrations by muttering aloud and doing all I could to distract myself from stupid bodily needs, not caring how crazy I looked.

     "I have. To get out. Of this stupid cell," I grumbled between each hit before flinching at the heavy sound of the door opening. I froze, a breath away from my next hit when I heard a light chuckle from behind, my stomach twisting with dread.

    "Having fun, I see. Glad you found a way to amuse yourself." Slowly, I dared to turn around and face my captor, who stood with arms crossed over his puffed chest and a raised brow. He was dressed surprisingly casual in an eggplant-purple sweater, black pants and tall boots. It felt unusual, considering he often wore very intricate outfits whenever he was spotted wreaking havoc in the city. Guess even supervillains like to have dress-down days. His attention drifts to the empty water bottle and wrapper I left on the floor, looking pleased. "And I see you've found the will to eat. Good. I'd rather not be bothered to force feed you."