Summary: Michael kidnaps you with the help of his Ms Mead
Warnings: None
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It had all happened so fast. One minute you were getting in to your car, and the next- you'd been drugged by a dark haired woman as a tall figure stood over you.
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"What the fuck is this?" You groan as you try to get up, however you're restrained by the thick rope that goes around your ankles and both your arms. You look down to see that you're tied to a chair- and it's not exactly a comfortable one either. "I know one of you psychos can hear me!" You yell into the empty room. "Let me go!" You scream tempestuously, trying with all your might to free yourself, however failing miserably.
You sigh loudly, tears threatening to fall as you attempt to slide your arms out from under the hold of the rope."Untie me!" You holler.
"You know, I think I liked it better when you were unconscious" A tall, yet handsome and well built man speaks as he enters the room. "Oh really? Because I think I liked it better when I wasn't fucking tied up!" You snap back at him.
He chuckles as a familiar woman follows him into the room. "You" You whisper, eyes darting towards the dark haired woman with the black lipstick and face paler than a ghost. "You drugged me didn't you?" You quiz sceptically as the two of them stand before you. "Yes, I did. But it wasn't meant to be harmful. So i'm sorry if you're in any type of pain" The odd woman speaks.
"You think i'm in pain?" You scoff. "I'm confused, okay? I'm fucking scared. Why the hell did you two kidnap me?!" You start to yell again. "Inside voices, please" Michael sighs with a slight grin on his face. "We didn't kidnap you. We simply drugged you and brought you to this location" He then adds. You look at him with your eyes narrowed in complete and utter disbelief. "You know what? You're right. That doesn't sound like kidnapping to me at all" You state sarcastically.
"I'm glad we're on the same page. Now can we please talk?" Michael asks as he looks over at Ms Mead, signalling for her to exit the room. As she does, you watch her go before your eyes land on Michael's. "I have no intention to harm you" He then announces. "Great, so then let me go" You sigh. He rolls his eyes at you before beginning to untie you. "Wait what-" You whisper. "You're actually letting me go?" You ask in incredulity. "Don't be so ridiculous" Michael laughs as he tears the rope with ease, allowing you to stand up.
"If we're going to talk, we should do so in a civilised manner. Now follow me" He says before turning around and walking towards the door. You're about to follow him, but you stop- looking around the room for any way out. "Don't even bother" Michael laughs, catching you off guard. "With what?" You ask him- dumbfound. "Trying to find a way out. This house has no ways for you to escape it. Now let's go" He replies, waiting for you to walk out the room.
You slowly drag yourself towards the door, stopping when you get there, to look at him. "Just tell me one thing, and please don't lie" You say with a slight frown. He tilts his head, waiting for you to continue. "Are you gonna kill me?" You ask with a small gulp. Michael takes a deep breath before ushering you to get out of the room and closing the door behind the two of you. "Just follow me" He then speaks before walking down the long corridor, and you follow him.
Finally the two of you arrive at another door, one that looks fairly similar to every other door you've gone past- however this one is slightly bigger and darker in colour. "Come in" Michael smirks as he pushes the door open and walks in. You follow in after him, closing the door before taking in the new scenery before you. The walls are a boring white, there's an organised desk near the back end of the room, and a sign that hangs above it, yet you can't quite make out what it means.
"Take a seat" Michael speaks boldly as he sits down at what is supposedly his desk. You glance around the room once more before taking a seat in the chair opposite him. "Now" The blonde man speaks as he leans forward, both elbows placed on the table and his hands clasped together, his chin resting on top of them.
"I could have done this against your will but I want your consent." He mentions. You look at him worriedly, unaware of what he is about to ask. "Would you like to join me?" He blurts out. "Join you?" You repeat with a scoff. "In what? A game of football?" You snicker. "This is a serious matter!" He snaps as he bangs his fist against the desk, startling you ever so slightly.
"I'm sorry" He clears his throat and sits up in his chair before continuing to speak. "My Ms Mead has been watching you for a while now, and she believes you would make the perfect accomplice. So does my father" He adds, waiting for your response. "Accomplice? " You mutter to yourself, processing what he had just said. "So first you get your creepy grandma to stalk me? And now you're telling me that your dad thinks i'd be a perfect accomplice?!" You sneer at him.
"Actually, where the hell is your father? I'd like to have a word!" You snap, however a smile begins to creep up on Michael's face. "In order to speak to him, you'd have to sell your soul to him first, offer him some blood or a life, and then maybe he'll consider talking to you" Michael rants. "What the hell are you talking about?" You gulp.
"I saw you looking at my Baphomet" He then states with a wide grin. "Your what?" You quiz, to which he simply replies with a finger pointing at the upside down pentagram on the wall above his head. "I am the devil's son" He finally announces. "And my father thinks you'd be perfect for me. To stand by my side as we destroy this world and assemble the next in his image" He continues. "What exactly are you asking me to do?" You gulp, scared at how the mere idea of standing side by side with the devil's son seems somewhat appealing.
"With your help, I could end this world. Bring upon the apocalypse, the Armageddon. We could build a dynasty together" Michael beams. You look away from him, your palms becoming sweaty and heart practically beating out of your chest. "Wait" You suddenly blurt out. "Does that mean., You're the Antichrist?" You whisper, and the smirk that replaces his previous smile gives you all the answers you need.
"What is wrong with me?!" You yell as you leap up from your seat, Michael copying your exact movement, a look of confusion washing over his face as he approaches you. "Why am I not scared of you? Why does the idea of all this even sound remotely intriguing to me?" You cry, unable to handle the situation.
You hear Michael sigh lightly, placing his hand comfortingly on your shoulder. "Because you're broken, y/n, as am I" He states, and you look at him confused. "I never told you my name, how do you know it?" You whisper as you wipe away the wetness from your eyes. "It is one of my father's many tricks. He told me a lot about you. He told me how your family used you and treated you like shit. How your friends and loved ones betrayed you. How you can never seem to find your purpose in life, no matter how hard you look. Well this is it. This is your purpose. To rebuild the world, and to rule it with me" He declares.
You stand still, frozen on the spot- not knowing what to say or do, let alone think. "Please just let me go home" You finally whimper. "I need to think about this" You sniffle. You see Michael flinch, out of anger maybe, but he remains calm. "I'll take you home, but make sure you know for certain that if you try to contact the police or tell anyone about this- you'll be sorry" He says with a stone cold look. " I won't. I promise" You murmur.
