The Sleeping Siren (Jotaro X Reader)

ch. 38: Grooming

      The frontal lobe is responsible for your behavior, emotions, and speech, and thank God it isn't responsible for basic thought, because if it was I would be doomed with the flesh bud. I want to burst into a fury of rage but Dio keeps me from it with the flesh bud leashed to my brain.
   He brought me to his mansion, an escape he called it, bought for cheap by New York standards. I feel stupid for thinking his mansion would be in a well known place on Google, and primarily feel stupid for not looking up "recently bought prices of land Wyoming" when I had the chance at that library.
   Dio assigned me a chamber, an old Victorian room with breath taking artistry and furniture. Whether there is cameras in here or not I don't know, but I'm not going to risk pulling out my stand. He bought racks upon racks of dresses of every kind, I'm sure Ray reported my sizes in bras and panties and clothes whitch must explain how he knew them.
   I scan through dresses and shoes to wear, he said for me to dress myself nicely after a shower to have me join him for breakfast whitch he'd pick me up for in three hours. I wear sparkling diamonds for thread and a feminine white dress that hugs me comfortably and attractively. A bone shattering part of me wants to rip off the dress and rip off the diamonds around my neck and hair and on my ears to joyfully drill them into Dio's shitty face but if I do my plan will be unable to go through.
   I'm staring at my newly cleaned nails that I did myself when Dio opens my door to pick me up. He leads me through halls of paintings and velvet and into the dining room down stairs where breakfast is handed to us on literal silver plates. For breakfast is eggs Benedict, toast, and coffee. It's simple but just he way I enjoy eating, simple and enjoyable.
   "I figured that from all that fighting you did you'd be hungry," he figured right, my mouth practically watered as the plates were brought out and my stomach growled when the coveres were lifted. Dio eats his own plate, "you look wonderful in the dress, by the way," I can't say the same for him. He wears a questionable sleevless black turtle neck and black cargo pants with an even more questionable cock window.
   I smile and nod, "thank you my lord," he looks at me from his food and I hope I didn't push it into suspicion with the tittle.
   He chews skeptically and I'm glad his flesh bud keeps my emotions leashed into me not nervously sweating into even more suspicion, "lord? I never imagined you'd adress me as such so quickly, where did the change happen?"
   I give him a soft smile, he wants me to be honest from both he look he gives me and the feeling of he flesh bud pulsing uncomfortablely, "it's just, I'm so refreshed with the scenery that I guess it slipped out," perfect, it's all true and honest, but not all of the truth.
   He smirks amd returns to eating, "is that so?" He says before chuckling.
   After we finish our food, it's taken away for us and he guides me arm in arm through the halls and up the stairs somewhere, I think the gesture is gross but with the flesh bud I feel neutral about it whitch I absolutely despise. Dio opens a door and I'm exposed into a room twice the size as mine with a giant bed and giant everything.
   "It's beautiful..."
   Dio's cocky when he smirks and I want to rip the expression off his face, "it's my romance chamber," his fucking what? I would have never guessed that this was a sex dungeon, "there's a bathroom over there for you to get ready in," he wants to have sex?
   "How old are you?"
   He thinks to himself, "around a few hundred years old." Hell no. Before I can say something about it I'm overwhelmed in a leg wobbling lust that I absolutely hate. My gut has butterflies and I can't bring myself to object. He looks down at me with such a lovely smirk a part of me wants to tear off and he softly holds my chin up, "go get ready darling." I'd bark at him so many insults if I could string them together properly, but it'd destroy the trust with him I want to build for my master plan.

   I drink some water before leaning on the sink and looking into the mirror. I look like a zombie. My skin lacks pigment and my lips are red and swollen. As for the rest of my body, the undead look is more recognizable with all of my torso and legs spotted with purple hickies and the bite marks here and there. I hated it. Deep down I hated every second of it despite how aroused he forced me to be. I didn't even cum. I think it's just a thing with men where they don't know how to get women off. After sex Dio sent me to my room and went to his own to sleep.
   What Dio has in store for me I don't know, he doesn't treat his other minions the way he treats me. He has the asteroid, I'm the asteroid's aftermath, the aftermath is I obtained a stand, is his goal to maybe give himself another stand with the asteroid, or if that's not possible then maybe create more stand users, but what would he gain from that.
   I feel lethargic and it's only  12:15 PM, although I was asleep all of last night I'm still tired, Dio is probably trying to have me accommodate to his sleep schedule.
   What happened to Jotaro by the way, maybe I should look for him, should he be dead I wou- why would I think that? Of course I would care. I throw myself onto my bed and press my palms onto my eyes. God, it hasn't even been twenty four hours and I'm already forgetting about how much I need Jotaro and how much he needs me as well. Dio's asleep, he won't notice time it stoped if I activate my stand.
   Open. I stand jump through every abandoned building in the area. I remember being told that the Joestar family was being hunted down by Dio, an extreme loath that started from Jotaro's great great grandfather, his death wouldn't be surprising but I'm sure I'd never recover from his loss. My heart aches just thinking about it, a boy who did have the chance to live dead, dead because of someone who despised the family beyond reason. I don't realize I'm crying until I have to wipe my ichy eyes, and it hits me, in this state the flesh bud doesn't work. I keep it in mind and continue my search for Jotaro.
  
   After what feels to be hours without even a trace of Jotaro I stop for the day and return to my body. When I'm back I have to heave for breath. Son of a bitch takes so much out of me and to add the lethargic feeling to my already exhausted body isn't any helpful.