One Eye ||| M.Tsundere x F.Reader

¹ Dilated

        (Y/n).

The cold beckoning of the air's embrace was what woke (Y/n) up. A pang of pain crammed its way through the girl's brain, making her vision blurry. The blur did not make much of a difference though, as the room (Y/n) was in was dimly lit. She covered her face with her hand to hide from the pain. Water droplets dripped from the ceiling, and outside of the thick stone walls, the faint sound of rain could be heard.

As (Y/n)'s pupils dilated and adjusted to the lighting of her surroundings, she glanced around. Excess pieces of newspaper laid around. On the single stone bench pressed against the wall, origami figures lined the surface. One the floor to the right of the bench was a giant origami eye. (Y/n) shuddered.

"Hello?" (Y/n) called out. The only response she received was her faint echo bouncing off the walls of the room. The girl sighed. She didn't know where she was, who she was, or how she got there. All she remembered was her name.

A violent shiver ran down her spine as she crossed her arms across her chest. She only wore a tank top and a pair of old khakis, which did not do much justice against the cold temperature of the room. Attempting to fight off the cold, (Y/n) took the newspaper bits and tried to make a blanket out of them, but the thin paper would not stay in place.

Enraged and frustrated with her lack of knowledge and cold, she loudly started laughing out. Her laughter laughed back at her, mocking her very being. She looked up at the dripping ceiling and sneered at it.

"Funny prank," she snarled. The cold snapped back, making her violently shiver again and again.

As the frosty air nipped away at her skin, fatigue got the best of her, and she eventually passed out to the sound of murky water dripping off the ceiling and her teeth chattering.

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"Oryn. It's not safe for you here anymore."

The light pressure of a cold hand made (Y/n) peel her eyes open. Her watery eyes blocked her from seeing much, except for the outline of a male. His presence was soft and comforting, but even so, his facial expression did not reflect the feeling he gave off. When he saw that (Y/n)'s eyes were open, he stood and walked over to a corner of the room and pressed on a stone in the wall. To the left of him, a small passage opened up, and he climbed in. Once inside, he pressed the stone again and the door closed.

(Y/n) looked over that the official door to the cell, which was made of thick wood and steel. She stood up wearily and wobbled to the said door. It was locked, meaning that the boy must have come from the passage. She wondered if he was the one who put her here. (Y/n) walked to where the passageway was next and pressed on stones to try and find the one that opened the escape. None of the stones were working. She sighed in frustration and kneeled either head in her hands.

"Goddamnit," (Y/n) muttered under her breath.

(Y/n) spent the rest of the day pressing stones in the wall, but eventually fell asleep.

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Creaaaaak.

(Y/n) sat up from her sleep quickly, and looked over to the door that was just unlocked. A boy with light brown hair that was neatly kept stood in the doorway. He was about the same size as the boy that visited her earlier, but the expression he wore on his face was brighter.

"Hello, (Y/n)," the boy greeted. (Y/n) wasn't sure if she should respond to the potential captor, so she kept her mouth shut.

"You're getting taken out of this hell hole today. Feels nice, huh? You'll be given a room and everything."