Becoming (Jenna Joseph x Fem Reader)

Chapter IV

You look at him understanding, but a flash of doubt crosses your eyes as a thought enters your head; if Nico lies to keep you in Dema, the Banditos can absolutely do the same exact thing. Your instinct tells you otherwise, to trust them. But you can't just blindly trust someone, it's dangerous, especially out here with the Bishops and the Banditos and god knows what else.

Jenna places a hand on your shoulder, and you look at her. "Want to see where your tent is? I'll show you all your stuff." She suggests.

She seems to notice when you want to leave. You feel a little uncomfortable in the center of all the Banditos right now. You're still uneasy around them.

"Sure..." you mumble.

You both stand up and Jenna leads you through the grounds of the Bandito camp. She stops in front of a tent and lifts the tarp, gesturing for you to step in a look around.

"This is a tent you will be sharing with some others. Everyone has their own little space. So it shouldn't be too stuffy." Jenna explains as you both step inside.

"You'll be right here." She gestures to a cot almost right next to the entrance of the tent.

"Thanks."

"If you'd like, you can get some rest now."

"Thanks."

"No problem." Jenna says. "I want you to feel as comfortable and at home as possible."

Jenna leaves you to your own and you lay down in your cot and drift to sleep.

•••

You are in the Trench again. You don't know how you got there and you are all alone. You wander the Trench aimlessly until the air stood still. Something wasn't right and the adrenaline started to rush through your system. An all too familiar voice broke the deadly silence.

"Y/N, come with me."

You spin around and race away from him.

Next thing you know, you're shoved against a smooth wall. Nico is in your face and your arms are pinned at your sides. You struggle under his grasp, but nothing works. His grip tightens on your wrists and you're panicking. You tremble under his form as he brings his face closer to yours intimidatingly.

•••

Your eyes shoot open and you sit up in your cot. You breathe a sigh of relief as it was just a dream. You can hear drums outside the tent, coming from the center of the camp. You step out and wander over to see what's going on. You take a seat and watch the spectacle.

Josh is banging on drums and Tyler is having some of the banditos shave his head. He continues to rap to Josh's beat. After a while, Tyler sits down to your right, but says nothing. You stare at the fire, before you hear faint movement behind you. You turn to Tyler, but he's not there. You get up and investigate behind you.

"Tyler?" You whisper.

Just then, a hand comes around your mouth and nose, and another comes around your shoulders and chest. The unknown figure drags you off into the night, with you kicking and attempting to scream.

You wake up in an all too familiar room. You glance around the room, not moving, in case he's in here with you. The coast is clear and you sit up, breathing heavily. You look everywhere for anything that can help you get out. You finally notice, you're in different clothes. Someone undressed you to put the new ones on.

You pace around the room, rummaging through all the drawers for anything sharp. There's nothing. Just his clothes. No mirrors, pens, pencils; nothing. Suddenly, the door bursts open and Nico storms in. You are backed into a corner of the room as he looms over you. He raises his hand and you flinch, crumpling into the corner. You're expecting him to hit you, but he gently caresses your cheek and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear.