Meet Your Maker ( Jason The Toymaker X Reader )

Locked Away

You tremble at the toymaker's touch. His actions were harsh but that kiss, full of love. It seemed the two sides of him we're once again fighting and you knew all too well that when Jason was conflicted he couldn't control the beast that lay within. You try to muster up a small smile, hoping that a few loving gestures could get Jason to forget about the situation at hand.
You take hold of a lock of red hair in your hands, running your thumb over it gently. The toymaker had always had such supple and soft hair, remind you of that of goose feathers. This however, didn't stop that sinister smirk.
You run your hand over Jason's jawline and down onto his chest. His heart was beating a mile a minute, perhaps in excitement or maybe in fear of the knowledge you now knew. Despite this it would seem that the sinister smirk would persist. You sigh, looking into the toymaker's glistening eyes and mentally preparing yourself for whatever was thrown at you. Literally and figuratively.
You grab Jason's gloved hands, holding onto them tightly as you tell him exactly what you had read. He had you around his finger, a puppet for him to use as he saw fit. It had been this way from the moment you had met.
He tricked you into coming into his world of your own accord.
He tricked you into drinking the drugged tea.
Most of all though, he tricked you into falling for him, breaking down your defenses and leaving you open to his way of life.
You didn't mind that last one so much, knowing deep down Jason had some feelings for you and despite his hard boiled demeanor he was a sweet person underneath the blood that stained him. Jason's smirk turns sour at hearing what you knew, a deep forboading frown.
" You...know about Vine? " You nod, keeping silent as even a single wrong word could send the toymaker spiralling out of control. You look away from him, seeing the hurt in his golden orbes as a small black tear forms in their corners. You try hard to hold back tears of your own upon seeing Jason this way, knowing deep down that it was your disobedient ways that summond such emotion to arise from within the toymaker's ebony soul.
Jason grabs your wrist tight to in turn grab your attention.
You didn't react.
He then pins you to the wall.
You still didn't react.
" Look at me!....my dear " You look at the toymaker with saddened laiden eyes, them slightly widening at the sight before you.
Jason was crying silently, ink like tears falling down his pale face like water. His frown was sharp toothed but also curcling into a grin at the edges but the most distinguishing feature was his hair. Those once scarlett locks you ever so adored were  changing, becoming snow white and pristine. You try to lift your hand to wipe away the tears but the toymaker's grip keeps you glued to the spot before using your apendage to throw you to the ground violently. You shake before the toymaker, realising once more who was in charge and who held every card and key to your life. He could dismantle you as quickly as he created you and the thought made you feel like you were rotting from the inside out.
" Fixing you won't help this time " He grabs your hair in his gloved hands, however, not enough to cause any lasting damage but just enough to have you trail behind him comfortably.
" I think some time alone will suffice! " Without warning Jason pulls you to the door. You scream and shout in fear, rapidly apologising in hopes of stopping his actions. It did you no good though, soon being thrown into a dark room with a single window. The floor was cold, the marble making your skin shiver. You look behind yourself to Jason, seeing him reach for the door handle, slowly closing the door.
" I will bring your meal later " The room begins to turn dark but just before the door closed you saw the toymaker's eyes shift from anger to sorrowful and regretful and the shine in his eyes finally fading as the room turns black.