𝕁𝕁𝔹𝔸 𝕏 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 (Mostly Lemons)

DIO X Reader (NSFW)

December 13, 1970.
London, England.

"Monsieur Vincent, she's hysterical!"

11:30 PM.

"Jordan! Oh, no! Leave me! Let me go! Jordan! Come back! JORDAN!"

The gardener and the cook held you by your arms, carrying you and attempting to calm you down as they carried you up the hill to the house they worked for.

"I NEED JORDAN!"

You screamed your lungs out. Your vision was blurry with tears, and your legs pumped out pain throughout your entire body, weakening your strength and clouding your head as you could think of no one but your lover.

"Oh, please do calm yourself down. Master Dio will know what to do, right?"

Yet you continued to scream, wheezing out your last breath of air which barely made out to be your lover's name as the two humble workers pushed themselves up through the mud of the hill, doing everything in their power to help you.

"TAKE ME BACK TO JORDAN!"

Commencing up the hill, the humble cook removed your arm from their shoulder and ran up to the castle they worked for. She quickly fumbles in her pockets and pulls out the gate's key, unlocking it just in time as the rain began to pour down, thunder would strike over your cries for help as Lord Dio stood at the foot of his castle, arms crossed over his chest with a concerned look on his face as his servants struggled to drag you inside his home.

"Remove her clothes and hose her down in the garden." He'd say nonchalantly, his strong voice overpowering the sound of thunder as his servants came into view with you.

"Put a blanket over her in one of the guest rooms, and nurse her with a cold damp towel over her forehead."

"Yes Master Dio."

****

You screeched and heaved into the night, holding your naked body close to you as the gardener shamelessly hosed you down from the blood and dirt with the iced cold water of December.

He listened not to your cries nor your pain. It was his job to follow Dio's orders, regardless of how inhumane they seemed.
Your throat would soon dry out from your cries, not before the hose would be aimed directly to your mouth, practically drowning you in the midst of Dio's garden.

After the gardener finished, he set the hose down and lifted your shivering nude body in his arms as you panted and breathed heavily with struggle, unable to fathom what was happening to you.

He enters the castle and lifts you up all the way to the fifth floor as instructed by his master. The gardener enters one of the spare rooms and places you onto a warm bed, covering your body with the heavy duvet and leaving a cold towel on your forehead as you mumbled the name of your lover under your breath, your body had rid itself of all energy.

The gardener takes a good look at you and places a gentle kiss on your cheek, his hair tickling the tip of your nose.
"May God have mercy on you, child. May Lord Dio spare your soul, and may you continue living your life as a human being. You will be in our prayers."

The whispers came into your ear and out the other. The gardener was soon gone, and you were left alone in the dead of the night, in a castle you never knew existed, under the supervision of a dead man.

And so nightfall came.

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4:34 AM