[ Discontinued ] Sinister Desires || pjm

ch2

"It's not murder, it's a hobby."

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You find yourself binded to an uncomfortable wooden chair with rope. The rope was tied so tight to the point where it bruised your wrists and ankles.

You look up and see the white walls of the small room you're in—and a door! You tried to scoot your chair closer, but turns out the chair was chained to the white, marble floor.

It's as if the place was made to torture.

Shit, what'll happen to me here if I don't escape?

The door opens, interrupting your thoughts. A grey hair colored man pops into the room with a key attached to a short lanyard that's wrapped around his palm.

Guess I'll find out.

"Morning sweetheart~" he cooed. A chill ran down your spine as he said those words, an unsettling smirk appearing right after. He caresses the side of your check with the back of his hand lightly.

"Soft skin," he mumbled quietly.

"Why am here?" You snapped, causing your head to go forward, noses almost touching.

"Woke up on the wrong side of bed, Kitten?" He asked mockingly. He stood up straight and took a few steps back to take in the sight before him.

How lovely. He thought. The sight of a pretty, young woman tied with rope made him amused, maybe a little too much.

He grunts as he nods his head, making a quick exit out the door without saying a word.

What a great conversation.

Even though you've just woken up, the whole situation of being kidnapped is making your head hurt, eyelids heavy. Without a warning, you're asleep again.

Just a few minuets into your nap, you hear a loud bang causing you to jump from your slumber.

"Kitten~" and comes in that same man again. In his right he holds a gun, in his left is a collar, and on his neck is his key, "had something to deal with, hope it didn't take too long."

You stare at the tiny black collar decorated with red embellishments on it with wide eyes. He comes walking towards you in a slow manner. He carefully unbuckles the collar and reaches for your neck.

"Hey!" You tried to dodge his hand, but he holds the gun to your forehead.

"This will be easier if you just complied, Kitten." Beads of cold sweat formed on your face. Nodding your head, you let him slip on the collar, hearing the click of the clasp as it closes.

He stares at you for a second, licking his bottom lip with the tip of his tongue.

This'll be exciting. His thoughts echoed.