Angels of Death : Maniac (Zack x Reader or OC)

Chapter 12: Bonds

Readers POV

The first room we get to is locked. "Hey what gives how can we get though when the only door is ,locked." Zack yells. Apparently Cathy could hear us because she answered back.

"Sorry you were taking so long I forgot to unlock the door," we hear the door click to unlock. As we open the door. "My beautiful criminals need mugshots. Take your name tag and the picture and I'll open the next door."

"At least we aren't being attacked."I said out loud to which I hear Cathy reply

"Yet hehe"

"Creepy Bitch...... let's get this over with..." We go into the room and Rachel grabs our name tags and hands mine to me and Zack. "So this is what my name looks like." I go over to the Camera and take a look while Zack examines his placard.

"Hey guys this has a timer on it how about we have a little fun with it." they both look at me zack smiles and nods, Rachel......well Rachel just nods. We take three pictures, each equally ridiculous. One, Zack and I are on either side of Rachel and take or fingers on her face and force her to smile. Two, I let Zack put on my boots, Rachel Takes his scythe and I take her handbag. While Rachel adjusts the camera i look at the cute bag. its heavy. I take a peak while Rachel isn't looking and see a...... "Ready for picture two?"I hear Zack complain about how heavy my boots are. I readjust myself quickly and we take the second picture. Rachel put her cardigan over her head to look like Zac. It was cute. The last picture We all flipped her the middle finger. Yes we allowed Rachel to do it because.....WHY THE F*@CK NOT?! We all laughed when we saw little Rachel flipping off the camera and giggled as Zack took them and showed them to the security camera. Cathy didn't sound happy that we had fun with it but let us through anyways. We went down the corridor when Cathy suddenly asked,

"So next you have two option because I am all about choices! You can get in the cell to your right and live out the the rest of your days in a cell or continue the punishment."

"Why the hell would we chose imprisonment. That's pretty much asking do you want a definite slow death or a quick possible death." I said snarkly to Cathy.

"What an attitude, this is why I hate other women." She retorted. we keep walking until we come to a room with a bunch of dolls in it and an.....an....Electric Chair.....