Say 'Yes' - John Seed x Reader

Chapter 4 - Have you heard about the power of yes?

Y/N's POV:

I was awake. I still had my eyes closed, since I felt like there's no need to open them. I haven't slept this well in a long time. I assumed that I was at home, because I had no memory what happened yesterday. But then, I reached to my beside table to grab a glass  water of  water, what I always have around, just in case I would get thirsty at nights. I wobbled my hand beside my bed, but i just felt air on my hand, so I decided to finally look.

Wait, this is definitely not my house. I sat up fast to see where in the God's name I was. This room didn't have lights on, but an arch window brought morning's sunlight in. In the place were lots of furniture, that they've stuffed this place with. Dressers, small shelves, sofas; you name it.

Then I remembered. The cleansing....what happened? Why am I not trapped in some type of cell or something? They always treat sinners like crap, there must be some kind of twist here. 

I got out of the bed, and I was glad that I wasn't undressed or anything, then the cult would have had little more explanation to do.  My movements were still clumsy because of the faint. But slow and steady I got near the door. Next to it, was a big mirror. I looked if they had done any scars to my body, but there's nothing out of the ordinary, surprisingly. I guess John doesn't make atonements to sleeping bodies. Thank God.

I opened the door and there they was, the cult was already waiting for me. The two men, standing in front of me had guns on their hands, and beckoned me to follow them. 

I walked with the peggies through this hallway. No one said anything, but I felt actually little scared now. What are they going to do to me? My fear grew stronger and  stronger while we kept on walking. After few turns here and there, we arrived to the door.

As I walked in, John turned to look at me. He was in the middle of carving something on this man's chest, who was incapable to move on his wheelchair. 

"Y/N, it was about time" John threw his knife behind his back while trying to sound as stable as he could. I was shocked to know that he knew my name, I guess he saw my reaction, so he said:

"Here nothing stays as a secret. And that is exactly why you are here." He nodded his head to his side, so the peggies would push the man on the wheelchair to take him away.

The room was something I have always imagined it to be. The red lighting really brought this anxiety-mood back and the goods didn't help at all. 

We were all alone in the room, me and John. I didn't have any cuffs on. I wasn't mind controlled by the bliss, at least with my understanding. But i didn't resist, when this man took a hold of me and lead me to one of these chairs. It didn't feel like enforcement, and I felt calm. But that I only noticed afterwards. John smiled gently at me and then walked back, where his table was.

"Tell me Y/N, have you heard about the power of yes?" He asked while searching something from the table.  I knew what it was. Many fear him by this "yes" obsession that he has. But I wasn't sure what to answer to him. What answer would lead me to the least of trouble?

"Yes I have." I said. I looked at him, when he finally turned back at me again, this time having another knife on his hand. Seriously, how many of them do you need?

"That's a good start." He smiled again and leaned back to the table, making me feel the same unexplainable feeling as I had in the cleansing. I had nothing to think of the sharp object on his hand. I couldn't help, but just admire him. How is it, that he can be so scary, but so...great at he same time? I must have gone crazy.

All this time John was just staring at me, as if he was waiting for me to react someway. I realized that he was indeed still looking straight at me, and that made me look away. What is wrong with me? What the hell is going on? John's face turned to look little confused/interested about my action, and he slightly tilted his head.

"Well...If you already know the routine...Are...you ready to confess your sins." He said, this time having little uncertainty in his voice. I wasn't sure what to answer. I didn't really know what counted as a sin to him. I mean, I know that wrath and sloth are, but...I didn't know what were my sins. I couldn't look at his way anymore. 

"I...I..yes I am." I kept looking down while he walked right in front of me. Then he turned my head to look at him. I wasn't expecting that and I felt blood rushing to my face. I hope he didn't notice my blushing. His hand was soft and gentle. And I couldn't believe myself. I was surprised to see that he wasn't smiling cunningly as he uses to do. He looked serious.

"Great. Let us begin then, shall we? He made his gentle smile and in the next second he opened my shirt. That...I definitely wasn't expecting and it made me to do a little scream, I admit . I felt like my face turned completely red while I looked quickly at John, to see how he responded to that. How fucking embarrassing. The most feared man, who has a control of goddamn Holland Valley, just witnessed me getting all crazy for him. Have I really sank this low? 

  This time, he definitely noticed my blush.  He was as confused as I was. He was completely still, I bet he must not get these reactions that often.  

"Uhmhm...Everything alright there?" He said, and his uncertainty was really clear this time. He wasn't all blasphemous as I thought he would be. He actually seemed to be really surprised, which was news to me.  I tried to collect myself together before I let anything out of my mouth:

"Y-yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just... don't do anything like that out of nowhere." I really fucked up, since I managed to make myself look even dumber. I swear to God, if this wasn't all a dream...

He seemed to render all my words for a while, before he leaned back again, as if he finally understood what's going on. I wish he would have told me that. I still didn't know what was happening.

He looked slowly down and stood up, and started top walk facing the other way. He left me alone into this room. Until a random  girl came up to me. 

"A little birdie told me, that you should go back to sleep" The red head shouted and hit my head with a baseball bat.  

And there I was. Out of my consciousness once again. But it wasn't even close to being as confusing as the last event in the confession room.