His Mismatched Eyes (Anticepticeye x Reader)

Chapter 11

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It's been hours. Anti is getting fed up with you. You still haven't given him what he wants.

Nothing's been working. He's tried everything he knows. He enjoys your painful screams, but still nothing. It's silent for now.

You're sitting in the chair shaking. You have new bruises and cuts decorating your body. Tear streaks are evident in your face. Your throat is sore from all the screaming

You're tired. You want to close your eyes but can't, because you fear he'll do something to you.

He suddenly stands up and walks closer to you. You try to make yourself as small as possible in your bound state.

You're surprised when he releases the ropes around your wrists and ankles. He leads you upstairs to a bathroom in silence. When you get there he gently ushers you in and tells you to clean yourself up.

You're scared, but accept the opportunity. While you're in the shower Anti comes in the bathroom and sets down a fresh set of clothes for you.

Timeskip brought to you by: I'm all fired up!

You walk out of the bathroom to find him outside. He takes you to a kitchen and gives you something to eat. You finish it in seconds as you haven't eaten for days.

After you're done he takes you to a room up more stairs. It's a plain looking room with white walls and cream bedding. To you it's at least a change of scenery.

He suddenly cuffs you and ushers you to sit on the bed." You can walk around, but no funny business. I'll bring you some food 3 times a day. Don't disrespect any guest that comes over. They are much more stronger then you and will kill you. Also you have to do as I say. Is that clear?", he starts to talk. You can only shake your head, because your throat is still sore from all the screaming

He walks out and leaves you in silence. You take a good look around the bedroom and see a brush. You smile. You can tame your uncontrollable locks at last.

You take the brush and struggle with all the knots in your hair. After all the knots are gone and you have a headache of pulling your hair so much, you put the brush down.

With nothing else to do you lay down on the bed to get some rest. You suddenly hear a noise downstairs. You don't think anything of it until you hear loud voices.