The Devil Within || Darko x Reader

-A New Atmosphere-

Breakfast came fairly fast and much to [Y/N]'s surprise it wasn't just bread and water.

Orange juice, two croissants, a fried egg and bacon. That's... far more than she's used to. She chucked the food down faster than a hungry horse.

After [Y/N] was done eating, she sat the empty plate back down. There also was something else on the tray. It was a small piece of folded paper. Intrigued, [Y/N] took the paper and began to read it.

As long as your 'stay' here lasts, you will have to follow rules if you want to remain unhurt.

1. No contact to people outside these walls.

2. Do not leave your room.

3. Do not snoop around and keep your nose out of my business.

4. You may not have romantic interactions with anyone on castle grounds.

5. Do not call me by my name.

6. You are not allowed to have physical contacts to anyone except the medical staff.

If one of these rules get broken, there will be punishment. With that being said, have a nice day.

[Y/N]'s nose wrinkled in disgust as her disbelieving eyes flew over the paper again.

"Fuck off I'm gonna follow these rules." She remarked to herself. "Maybe except for number 4."

With that being said [Y/N] crumpled the paper to a little ball and attempted to throw it across the room, but the burning pain in her shoulder caused her to stop the action. She let herself fall into the soft pillow with a huff and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"How small must a dick be to make such rules?"

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The sun was setting and [Y/N] got really bored. Her mind danced from spot to spot like a bunny in a field. Only that this bunny seemed to have no destination and prefers to jump to the same spots over and over again.

Her main concern still remained on her horse. Was [H/N] still running wild and free out there, maybe injured? Was he/she safe, or even back with the Rebellion?

[Y/N] sighed and stood up from the window sill she was sitting on. Her feet dragged her towards the bathroom, where she simply stood in front of the sink and stared at the mirror. Then something above the toilet peaked her interest.

"An air conditioning system" She spoke to herself. "Cliché, but it has to do it."

Without hesitation, [Y/N] stood on the toilet and removed the grid covering the maze of tight passages. As soon as it was off, she threw it to the ground and climbed into the complex system.

Getting through it was hard at some points since [Y/N]'s injuries limited her movement tremendously. She didn't know where she was going, but everywhere that wasn't Darko's bed- or bathroom was enough for her.

Eventually, she picked up some fragments of a conversation.

"What do you mean with she's gone?!" It was clearly Darko's voice and he didn't sound very happy.

"She's not in the room sir." One of the workers called out, trying to act normal, but fear creeping up his bones.

Realization drew over [Y/N] and she turned around the fastest she could, ignoring the rest of the conversation.

How could they discover I was gone so early? I've been gone for only a few minutes!

[Y/N] crawled through the tight turns the best she could, hoping she would get back in time. Here and there she looked through some other grids so she wouldn't lose orientation.

Soon she saw the hole leading to the bathroom. Her pace quickened and she climbed out the fastest she could. Gladly Darko was nowhere in sight.

[Y/N] grabbed the grid and stood on the toilet again, reaching out above. The fast movement caused pain to linger through her body again, forcing her to slow down.

"May I help you?"

The voice took [Y/N] by surprise. With a small 'eek' sound she slipped on the porcelain and lost balance. She fell and let go of the metal grid in the process. Squinting her eyes shut [Y/N] waited to hit the ground, but nothing happened.

Careful and slow she opened one eye, then the other. Darko caught her mid-fall.

Heat rushed to her cheeks and she stared at him in embarrassment.

"Are you quite finished yet?"

[Y/N] let out a short, weird cough "Uhm... I-I can explain?"

"Is that so?"

[Y/N] bit her inner lip in order to supress any noises building up in her throat. Realizing she was still in Darko's arms, her eyes widened and her face became hotter.

"Could you put me down? Please?"

Without changing his stone cold and serious expression, Darko put [Y/N] down on her feet.

"Into the bedroom."

Face still red, [Y/N] left the bathroom without further complaining. She'd prefer to be everywhere, as long as she doesn't have to be in a room together with Darko.

After about 30 seconds Darko also emerged from the bathroom. He shot a nasty glare at [Y/N], who was laying on the bed, doing a fine job at avoiding eye contact.

He then sat down on his desk and began looking through his paperwork, not paying further attention to the girl on his bed.

Minutes that felt like hours passed, thick, heavy silence resting around the two of them, no words spoken.

[Y/N] was resting on her side and looking out the window when she decided to speak up.

"Say," She started "do you solve all your problems with violence?"

"Violence is a social construct that instills fear. People that fear are easier to control." Darko bluntly stated. [Y/N] was having none of it.

"In what way is violence a social construct?"

Darko grunted annoyed and turned in his chair to get a proper look at [Y/N].

"What is your point, girl?"

"Don't you think there are better ways to handle things than, i don't know, fear and violence?"

"Such as?"

"Violence isn't necessary to make people listen to you. Like the underground. Our leader never used violence, but we still execute her commands"

"And how different is the underground ruled than the above?"

Knowing where this was leading to, [Y/N] brushed him completely off.

"That's none of your business, edge lord"

"Excuse you?!"

"Well, if I'm not allowed to call you by your name, that'll have to do it." [Y/N] pointed out. "Why even are you like this? Like all tough and hard, but probably a softy on the inside."

Darko stared in disbelief. He wasn't used to speak with people that don't fear him or his actions. Actually he's impressed by her courage, no thing he would admit of course.

Without answering, Darko turned in his chair once more and focused on his paper work again. [Y/N] wasn't satisfied, but knew it wouldn't benefit her to keep going.

She took her pijamas from next to her and walked towards the bathroom door. As her hand touched the handle, she stopped for a brief moment.

"A villian is a victim whose story hasn't been told. What is yours?"

"I don't have a story."

[Y/N] sighed "If you say so."

With that, she went into the bathroom to change for the evening.