Deception: NatemarexReader

Chapter 6: Newcomers

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QOTD: Favorite type of food?

You frantically try to ease the discomforting feeling of tiny bugs swarming around inside your head. You pull at your hair tight as a temporary stress ball. The events of a few hours ago were jumbled and unorganized, like trying to tape together different photographs.

You couldn't recall ever leaving the house until the call. And that dream...
"They're innocent...Why can't we just leave them alone? They seemed nice-"

"Quiet, you! We can't risk anymore witnesses. This is our chance to prove ourselves."
There was another presence in the room. The voices sound similar to each other but in a different octave with distant echoing, almost inhuman.

You attempt to move around but there seems to be something rough and cold wrapped around your legs. Every little movement caused the restraints to tighten themselves.

You were certain that you were laid out on the cemented floor, but it was too dark to even outline the room.
The chains against your legs make a loud rattling when you move them closer to you.

The voice gasps,
"The prisoner is awake. Master should be here soon.
Master doesn't like it when I fail him."
You were feeling your stomach turning itself inside out at the thought of being in their position. Dragged by chains while forced to obey every sinful desire.

The mysterious creature crawls over to you and pats your head.
"Are you hungry?" He questions.
"I'll get some soup for you!" He giggles a little bit and rushes out of the room. You weren't sure what to do. Your phone wasn't in your pocket, which meant that your kidnapper took it while you were unconscious.

He didn't seem that bad, but yet he did knock you out and chained you to a wall. The police department would notice that you were missing, right?
Something hot and sticky drips down from the ceiling landing between your legs.

The substance reeks of bad breath and molasses mixed into a pot full of boiling water.
'Gross!'

Your kidnapper returns with a bowl of steaming chicken and noodle soup. The light from what seems to be the kitchen made a clearer outline of their features.
They appear to have indigo-colored hair and a complexion of someone in their 20's, except his pitch black eyes filled with emptiness. 

"Be careful! It's hot." He told you before he set the bowl and spoon in front of you.

Your first instinct was to push the soup away from you, just in case if it was a bomb or filled with drugs. His smile fades at the sight of his neglected creation. You would last a few days without food until you would find a way out.

This seemed piss him off, considering he kicks the bowl of hot soup towards you, splattering on part of your face and legs. You attempt to muffle a scream and frantically wipe the soup off your body.

The man above you whimpers and cries out, "If you won't eat what I give you, then you won't eat at all." His footsteps fade away a few seconds after the pain started to kick in.

You clench your teeth and squint your eyes to try and ease the agonizing burn. Luckily, all of the hot soup had either dripped into the cracks of the floor or dissolved as red speckles on your legs.

If you stay here any longer, you'll likely go insane from this bipolar psychopathic bullcrap.

The chain wrapped around your bruising ankle didn't have lock, but it didn't have a tiny crack where the two ends of the restrains connect. It gave you the slightest bit of hope of escaping.

Feeding off of that boost of confidence, you attempt to open the chains with your metal clip-on black tie. Once you heard the satisfying 'click', your hands pull open the restrains.

Your jaw drops at the sight of your newly forming bruise. It appeared as if Vincent Van Gogh had painted 100 layers of ugly blues and purples on your skin. Once you contacted your boss, you'd tend to your disgusting wounds A.S.A.P.

While limping over to the door frame, you glance from left to right for any sign of him. You lean against the wall as you make your way to the exit. The floor creaks and squeaks from each step closer to freedom.

You stop in your path when a door to your left opens. A couch being held together by duct tape just so happens to be beside your feet. So, you take cover while peeking out to locate the danger. Your kidnapper walks out of an oddly candle-lit room and lightly jogs over to, what you assume to be, the front door.

He places a hand on the bitter cold knob and takes a deep breath before opening it. A silhouette of a slender yet masculine creature stood within the doorframe with a very sophisticated attire on. Silk and white gloves were worn on them like a symbol of dominance and class.

"Blank...I see you came crawling back to me.Do you have anything to prove me wrong about your...capabilities?" The stranger straightens out their neck tie in annoyance.

Blank hesitates to speak, until conjuring up the words to prove his statement true.
"Ah! But I have brought in a present for you. It will be beneficial to our-your plan." He guided the guest towards the room you were previously chained in, leaving the front door wide open.

With a long string of hope dangling I'm front of the open wooden door, you sprint to the calling force of freedom without making noise. The cooling breeze calmed you from all the adrenaline running through your system.

Getting some medical help would be rather useful for all the minor injuries you had received from earlier. Figuring out a way to find any sane people would be difficult.

A banner for a night club was strung up by a stapler on the deserted gas station.
'The Devil's Hour
Open 5-12 pm
Free drinks on Tuesdays'

Maybe you'll find someone decent enough to help you.