Of course my luck runs dry. One minute I'm smashing a stand users face into cement, and the next I'm getting staked by another stand user. Blood drips into my left eye and it's vision goes blurry along with my burning anger.
My arms are severely shredded and mutilated beyond pain and I struggle through my staked arms and legs with a grunt a hearty growl with each movement. Although I can't feel my arms, my legs are still very alive and functional. The thorn stand stakes my fingers to the long wooden board I'm already half way completely staked onto.
The female thorn stand user mocks a poutty face and I snarl a nasty sound at her and she just chuckles in amazement, my gut recoils in such deep anger and I struggle harder and breathe harder as the male artificial element stand user wraps my torso in heavy chains. "You're so pretty like this, you know that right?" She says and my fury just bubbles more like a vengeful volcano.
I rip my legs out of its stakes and kick her so hard in the sternium she doubles over gasping and trembling for breath, immediately the stand user who was wrapping me in chain restricts me agian. I already killed the stand user with the mutilation ability, as soon as his stand touched my arms I snapped his neck 360°.
I'd summon my stand and simply breakout of these chains but I feel like I can't breathe with the chains around my chest so tightly wrapped. The thorn stand user lifts her head with angry eyes as she glares, "our lord should be here any seco-"
She can't finish her sentence when he enters. He in such pride smirks as the two stand user's drop everything they're doing to bow to him. When I thought about a vampire with a god complex I was not thinking blonde. He's everything but my imagination of him, he wears yellow and green and keeps his bangs back with a heart headband. I'd laugh if I wasn't so blood hungry.
I conjure up all my will and destroy the chains and rip out of my stakes like a bull ready to spill a fighter's blood.
"Awe, you must be y/n?" He says as he watches me stomp toward him.
"Why am I here!" I demand from him and he just chuckles dismissively before going to caresses my face with his nasty clawed hands. When I slap it away he stops time and I'm with him. I move but he can't see because it's only my conscienceness. His blue flame is giant, almost as big as Jotaro's or mine but not quite.
He combs his hand through my hair in inhales it's scent with closed eyes. I'm fuming with anger. "Don't touch me!" His attention is suddenly fixed with confusion on my frozen face and I regret saying anything.
He laughs, "so that's your ability?" I go with it, what does he think my ability is.
"Not exactly," I say and he still can't see me looking at him with my conscienceness. What ever I do I can't bring out my stand.
"You can get into my head, even in stopped time?" Go with it.
"Damnit, you're so much more smarter than your minions," I say and hope I sound believable.
He laughs, "they aren't meant to be smarter than me, they're to go through with my biddings," and he resumes time.
The moment of my slap carries through but his hand is already on my cheeck. I furrow my eyebrows and stare him down with anger and my headache blossoms from how much I used my stand and her ability.
"Don't be like that darling, you were just flirting with me," he calls our conversation flirting?
I dont have enough strength in my arms for another slap and snap my head to bite his wrist but he's quick to move it out of the way, like snatching his hand away after feeding a crocodile. I pant for breath, I've been burning more calories than I have and don't know if I can do more.
Dio picks me up bridal style and I struggle through the burn of my muscles, "Alison, Rykiel," the two stand users stand at attention, "Suho and Devan are picking up the bodies left behind by our hostage," he says and pinches my cheeks before I yank my chin from his grip, "I want the both of you to help them, understood?" He asks and they salute before confirming they do and running out of the room to help clean up the bodies I killed and they make sure to take the one I freshly killed.
I struggle and fight in his arms, everything in my body burns and I just want him dead but he holds me tighter, "shhh, just relax, don't you want to just succumb? Don't you want to just give in, if you do you don't have to be in pain anymore," I struggle and fight harder but he just holds me tighter, "Jojo can't save you? No one's coming for you, not like how you march to your death for them?"
"Who the hell is Jojo?" I yell and fight more.
He chuckles, "didn't Jotaro tell you his family's nick name is Jojo?" Jotatro, Jotatro, Jotatro isn't coming for me.
Tears want to build and my throat burns, "WHERE'S JOTARO!"
"Oh huh ho, did I hit a sensitive subject?" I fight harder in his arms and my throat just burns more, "he's not coming," I stuggle harder, "he can't even satisfy you both in bed and in a fight and you still want him?"
No no no no no no no- I fight harder, what has he done with Jotaro? A flesh bud comes near my vision and I panic. I struggle harder and Dio just holds me, "you deserve so much more than him-"
In my last thinkable seconds I come up with a plan right as the bud makes contact with my skin and I let it do it's thing.

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The Sleeping Siren (Jotaro X Reader)
FanfictionSTARDUST CRUSADERS & STONE OCEAN SPOILERS An AU set in 2020 where the Stardust Crusaders never died and everyone celebrated at the Joestar home in new york. But what happens when Y/n Y/L/n unexpectedly needs to join the Crusaders after a series o...