LUNATIC | Peter Parker x Reader

❻ R e d a s b l o o d

*Please set your paper to black at least for this chapter*

Don't, don't you try taming the storm. Don't say you haven't been warned.

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S T A R K
(Y/n)

   I can't breathe.

   My hands and feet are cold, my whole body is shaking, my throat is dry because I gasped so much for air, but I cannot breathe, someone please help me.

I struggled to wipe blood off my eyes with my fingers, then groaned in pain, the wound on my eyebrow hurts real bad. I want to go home, someone please help me.

This time he tied both of my hands with ropes, my ankle was chained to the wooden table. I tried to loose myself, but it was all too tight.

The door opened up once again, I froze, put his hands closely to my lips, staring at every of his movements.

He was shirtless, when he turned around to close the door, I can see the wound from his head that I hit him dripped blood down his back.

I flinched every time he made noises, tears in my eyes made everything so blurry, but then he walked over to me, sat right in front of me on the cold floor with box of bandages.

He opened it up, then took a glance at my lesion. His eyebrows twisted, then he poured pure alcohol on a cotton.

   "I have better equipment, but I usually don't work here..." He muttered something I couldn't quite understand.

Then, gently, he wiped my blood off and cleaned the wound.

   "Am I hurting you?" He asked.

   I gave him no reply, didn't dare to even move my lips with fears that he I will make him angry.

   "This is not how I imagine it--- but I'm glad. Can't believe you're actually here... with me." He smiled, it was like he has a switch to change his emotions from warm to another so quickly.

   "I don't want to hurt you... you know." He muttered, unpacked a plaster. "But I can't stop myself, so--" He cleared his throat. "So we can get along, I'm going to warn you."

   "...."

   "Don't make me angry. Okay?"

   "...." I nodded, a drop of tear rolled down my cheek.

   "Say it out." His raised his voice a little. "Say. It. Out."

   "I-- won't make you a--angry." I stuttered out.

   Then the stern look on his face disappeared and suddenly he looked like an innocent boy. "Thank you... thank you."

   He stared at me lovingly for a little then smiled softly and got up, he walked over to the human size mirror, tried to look at the back of his own head on it.

   "God... Now, I'll need to think of something to tell those morons at school. Help me think of something (Y/n)."

   "..." I stared at him, still with tears, but it was as if he didn't notice any drop of it.