Fighting for Love [Delerious x Reader)

Chapter 9

Your POV (After kidnapping)

I woke up in a dark room tied to a chair. My leg was on fire and my head was pounding. I tried to wiggle free from the ropes but with no success, I felt for my knives but they were nowhere to be found. I groaned in frustration. My mask was still on surprisingly but I could feel dried blood on my face. The room was pitch black and I couldn't figure out where I was. Footsteps echoed from what seemed to be a hallway right outside the room. A door creaked open and light flooded in, blinding me for a minute. A women's figure walked in and over to me, pulling a chain and turning on a small light bulb. She was wearing a business suit and her blonde hair was tied in a bun.

"Ahh, finally the she-devil is awake," she said making her way over to me. My eyes never left hers as she walked.

"My my my, it is the one and only NightShade. What a pleasure to meet ya! Big fan of your work, truly and honestly."

"Why the fuck am I here," I say. She stopped walking around and looked at me.

"Well let's just say we needed some insurance and, well, I was getting quite bored,"

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I say angrily

"Watch your mouth lady, you could get yourself in a lot more trouble."

"Shut the fuck up! Jesus, you have only been here for like two minutes and I already hate that dumbass voice." She seemed angry at my comment and came over and slapped me.

"Oh boo hoo, did I hurt the bitch's feelings? Awwwww so sowwy," I said this and followed it with a small chuckle. She let out a sigh and walked over to tray on a cart a few feet away from me. I heard the clinking of metal as she rumbled through the tray.

"Let's see how much of a sense of humor you have after this," she said holding up a small knife. I realized what was happening and let out a laugh.

"Oh sweetheart, you flatter me. But that little thing will do nothing. Why don't you just go shove that up your ass." She walked over to me and leaned over so she was in my face.

"You know, you are making this a lot harder on yourself?"

"Bring it, bitch. I have been through much worse," I giggled as I finished talking. She took the knife and stabbed my hand that was tied to the arm of the chair. I barely flinched at the pain.

"That all you got? Jesus, a bitch and a pussy," She was getting angry and ripped off my hoodie.

"Woah hey man! I don't swing that way," She took the knife out of my hand and started to cut and slice up my arm. I laughed at the pain. I felt as the blood poured out of the wounds and down my arms. She stopped realizing that her 'insurance' could die of blood loss. I felt a bit weak but still laughed at her. I don't know what they want but they won't get it out of me that easily. She put her knife down and looked at me smiling.

"My, you are a tough one. Let's see how tough you are when you see the boss. We'll see how much you laugh then," She then let out her own laugh as she left the room. I heard the door shut and a faint click of the lock. What does she mean by the boss? Who is it? I sit in the poorly lit room for what seemed like forever before I heard footsteps coming down the hallway, not one set, but two. This must be her and the boss dude, I thought. The door creaked open to reveal the women and a tall slender man beside her.

"Oh, is this the big boss man? Oh, i'm so scared," I say in a mocking tone. She seems to tense up but the man places a hand on her shoulder.

"My oh my have you grown up to be a fine woman," The man says. His voice echoes through the room as I slowly realize who it belongs to. My eyes lit up in horror as it hit me and saw him approach.

"No. No, it...it can't be! You're dead! You died a long time ago!" I say trying to wake myself up from this nightmare.

"Oh, I'm afraid not sweetie. It was a great attempt, I do have to say but dang that thing had holes," He slowly got close enough to where I could see his face. It had scars and burn marks all over it and his hands seemed to barely function.

"That's impossible! You and Jonathan burned in that fire, the orphanage was burned to the ground!"

"Oh! Well, that's interesting," He said while raising an eyebrow.

"What?

"My dear you have been in the wrong for so many years. Neither of us died!" I gave him a look of horror.

"What do you mean, neither of you died?" I asked quizzically.

"I think it's up to you to figure that one out. In the meantime, we can have some fun, just like in the good old days." My heart started to race. I couldn't go and relive those days. This sick fucker should be dead, not standing in front of me. If Jon is alive then where the hell could he be?

"Ciao!" he said as he exited the room, leaving me and the woman.

"Let's get to work, shall we?"

~~~~Sorta time skip~~~~

The torture kept going non-stop. They would cut, burn, break bones, shock, and shove my head in ice cold water for hours. It never ended. I tried to fight but couldn't. I was weak and defeated, this was the end and I accepted it. Damn it! This is the gang's fault. No, this is Del's fault. It all started with him. He is the one that found me in the alleyway. I would never be in this mess if it weren't for him. If only I never met him. If only I died that day. But now I'm stuck here, and it's all his fault. I'm going to die all because he told me to fuck off instead of letting me stay and fight. It's all on him.

Word Count:1079

(A/N: So.... yeah. I have made the story connect to the opening phrase!!!!! So yeah I am super excited for my ideas to be written down and posted here cause boy oh boy yall ain't even READY! I forgot to say above that they did remove her mask for all the torture and shit and it's on the 'torture tray' next to her. IDK I thought yall would want that small bit of info for the next chapter or two. Anyway, I hope you all like and we are so close to 100 reads!!! That is crazy!!!!!! So like idk how to get the story out there but like I guess vote and like leave me some comments cause I would love some criticism. ALSO, before I go, Leave me some requests for my BBS one-shot book or just a regular request for a story and I will probably write it, so yeah, I think that is it. Love yall and see ya in the next one. =^})