Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.
(Y/N) felt her head hurting. Everything seemed very slurred and she felt tired. So tired. Her body laid on a hard surface, but for some reason, her head was laid down...on a pillow? She didn't remember much, she just remembered that something was put over her mouth, the second that the door was closed. It took a little to fully get her consciousness back, but even as she was able to sit up, there was a slight buzzing in her ears. There even was a blanket laid over her. What the hell was going on? (Y/N) checked her surroundings. A small room with with down walls. There was nothing but a door, a little desk and the bed she was laying on. Quickly, Panic started to break out. Like venom, it shot through her veins and her reflexes screamed at her to get up. But a handcuff on her wrist stopped her. She winced in pain and looked at it. It was the same wrist that Arthur grabbed when she wanted to leave. He should've gripped harder. The panic suddenly turned to sadness. Arthur. Oh my lovely, poor little Arthur. I am so sorry. (Y/N) startled as the squeaky door opened.
"Oh, you are already awake."
Paul entered the room carrying what seemed to be a plate with food on it.
"Why?"
He looked at her, confused. He set the plate on the little desk next to her.
"Why what? Or wait, same qustion to you.", he got dangerously close to her face, and (Y/N) backed away until her head hit the wall.
"Why did you manipulate my boss into trying to make him a person that he isn't. Why did you give him access to a door that doesn't exist?"
(Y/N) just looked at him, scared to say anything wrong.
"Exactly."
She was officially scared of her life. Is this it? Is this were it ends?
"Oh, don't worry. I am not going to kill you. I am not going to hurt you at all.", he said as if he could read her thoughts.
"Someone else will do that for me, and you're not going to like it."
With that, he left the room, and (Y/N) was alone with her thoughts. Negative thoughts.
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Arthur smoked a cigarette. Something he hasn't done in a while. He always wondered if it would anger (Y/N) in any way. Not that he was too shy to ask, he has talked about his virginity with her after all. It was just a topic that didn't seem relevant in any way. There were much more important things than smoking. Arthur didn't feel the need to do it, which is odd for him. Cigarettes were always an escape for him. Whenever there was something wrong, he would just smoke it away. But (Y/N) was better than his only escape from life, and that meant something to him. Oh (Y/N). His sweet angel.
She was gone for a while now. Arthur wondered what she was doing. But she would come back and tell him. She always came back to him. Always.
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(Y/N) was thinking. What did he mean with that? Who is going to hurt me? The door opened again and it was Paul. He keeled down next to her head and looked at her, smiling. He pointed at the plate he set on the small desk.
"Eat it."
"How did you find the exact features of Anabelle?", (Y/N) asked without noticing his demand.
"You are very predictable, (Y/N). Remember our staredown? You ran to your little bag and I-"
"You saw the pictures. You went through my stuff."
"Correct."
"So you got me here and your Joker back. What now?"
"Oh, you think that I am finished already? (Y/N), this is just the beginning."
(Y/N) felt the chills down her body as he continued to speak.
"What if I told him that you left him for another one? That you didn't even care about him in the firat place? How will he see you after this? Like dirt. And he eventually will treat you like dirt at some point. Thd story ends in the love of your life...ending your life."
(Y/N) didn't notice that she was crying until Paul wiped away a tear on her face. She felt paralysed. How can one be so cruel?
"Oh no, don't cry little one. It will all be over soon. In fact...very soon."
He suddenly got up and said:
"Be right back. Gotta deliver some news."
Paul flashed her a big bright smile before leaving. No. Please don't believe him. I love you. I would never ever...
"...leave you. No. Never. Please, dont belive anything he sais...", out if panic, (Y/N) started to think loudly. It ended up in her screaming.
"Arthur!"
Arthur's head suddenly shot up. Did he hear that right? He could've sworn he heard someone screaming. (Y/N)'s screaming. No. That couldn't be. He was tired. That was it. He was just tired, right?
A knock on the door interrupted his intense thinking. Paul entered with a worried expression.
"I have some terrible news, boss."
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This one is a little shorter, but I am reaaally tired. Thank you for over 900 reads and so may votes! You guys are awesome!
