A Dicey Toy {King Dice x Reader}

Chapter 1

I sat in the dark cell amongst the other residents of hell. It was a boring place to say the least. By now the imps had gone and had left me alone, as I wasn't scared by them. Normally it was the other way around, and i was always able to escape them. Dicey even had to catch me last time, i had almost left the casino. I was a former hitman in my past life, so i would assume that i would be here anyway and had come to make peace with the eternal torment.

I thought all i could and now, hell was boring. It was at least a month since my last torment and it got annoying listening to screams of agony all day. I tapped my foot against the wall as i stared at the ceiling. I started to doze when the sound of gucci leather shoes and the ruffle of a tie was heard, standing out amongst all of the cries and pleads for mercy.

"Dicey Dicey, mister nicey. What brings you to my little corner of the afterlife?" I asked, and sure enough there he was. King dice. The purple and white businessman / boyfriend of the devil himself. I cracked a smirk, "Are you here to try and make me call your name? If so, I think you should ask your furry boyfriend."

That's when i actually felt fear for a moment. You see, King Dice has this stare when he's angry. It's almost like he's staring into your very being, looking at your mind and soul, and its about to burst into flames by the intensity. It only lasted for a moment as he coughed and put on his signature grin.

"Ah, (Y/N). You little ball of sin and mischief~" he cooed, opening the cell. "It's time for a little 'Gift' from the boss himself." He stepped forward and grabbed me by the hair, dragging me up to my feet. I let out a small hiss, "It's not a weave jackass."

He let out a huff and dragged me down the dark and firey hall. A chair with leather straps for the hands and feet sat in the middle of a bright, sterile white room. Super cliche if you ask me. He pushed me into the seat and bound my hands and feet with the restraints.

I let out a chuckle. "You're shitting me? You have to be? You're my new playmate? This is going to be fun, huh Dicey?" I watched him pull off his jacket and set it to the side. He rolled up his sleeves and rubbed my shoulders, "Every night, after closing." he said, giving them a tight squeeze before smacking the back of my head hard. My head snapped forward and i let out a giggle. He walked to a nearby table, there was no doubt it had an assortment of sharp and pointy things for all sorts of pain to be inflicted. He picked up a large butcher knife, spinning it in his hands. He slowly walked to the front and knocked the chair backwards, causing me to land harshly on the ground.

I let out a gruff as i slammed against the floor. "Geez, naptime already?" I asked. King Dice seemed unamused by this comment as he placed his foot on my chest and started putting a large amount of pressure on my ribs.

"I am sick of your cheerful attitude. Maybe you need an adjustment." he growled. It didn't make sense to him nor myself. I was in hell and yet i felt like i was on the best high i could ever have been on. Better than heroin, better than cocaine.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my knee. I shouted laughing a bit, I could feel my blood seep down my leg and i could feel my knee pulse against the large, shining blade. I watched him as he brought his other foot foot up, and shoved the blade deeper and through my joint, handle almost entering said wound. I let out a more hysterical laugh/ scream as i looked up at him, i heard my ribs crack and i sw the blood splattering all over his pinstripe, and crisp pants, staining the purple with splats of crimson.

"Are you taking form my book?! That's priceless!" i said, trying to roll over. I mean, it hurt, a lot, but i wasn't about to beg. If i did, it would be for more.

I never mined pain, even as a child. I would run my hands under scalding water just to feel the burn, then in highschool i was using lighters, blades, and stabbing myself with needles that would be used for sewing. My body was littered with scars and marks from my doses of pain.

King Dice let out a snarl and twisted the knife, causing more blood to squirt and spray almost like a fine mist. I hissed and looked up at the man standing on me, his other leg was back on the ground and he looked down at me. "Still a smile? You're a sicker puppy than i imagined, love." he stepped off, and sat me back up, knife still through my leg, before he yanked it out sharply. I let out another chuckle, and watched the knife drop to the ground. My blood began to pool around my feet and i looked up at his face. He had a drop of my blood just under his eye. He gave me a cold look and bent down, becoming eyelevel with me.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you? Your laughter isn't coping, is excitement." he asked, unable to read my face. As he was closer i felt my face heat up. Then i did the unthinkable. I leaned forward and licked my blood off his face he shot straight up and backhanded me with as much force as he could. He took of his bloodstained gloves and set them aside. Matching crown tattoos on both of his hands stood out against his solid white skin. I stared at them for a moment before he wrapped one of his hands tightly around my throat, choking me. "I've got a million ways to hurt you running around my head, and I don't feel guilty for that."

I smiled and looked up at him. Giving him the go ahead. He sighed and let go, walking to the table and picking up a hammer. This would be a fun night.