the mixture of your heartbeat and blood-curdling rings fill your ears. you feel the faint pressure of water bathe your face, your chest, and your thighs. afraid that you'll drown, you squirm viciously and gasp for air.
as your senses become more aware by the second, you wish they hadn't. there wasn't much in front of you, but another chair; it's empty. you pay attention to the four walls that surround you; they're made entirely of concrete yet there was a chilling addition of stains almost everywhere. reddish-brown tinted stains on the walls, the floor...even the ceiling. there was only a single light that dangled above you, as if it was some ironic halo.
shit. you thought to yourself. a pounding sensation fills your brain, not only from the chemical he held to your face, but the unforgivable hangover you'd signed up for.
"i see you're awake," you hear a chilling whisper in your ear; it had that same thick accent. and then...you saw him. the same dreadfully handsome boy from the last time you were actually, somewhat, aware of what was happening in your life. he sets a cup of water and a pill on a small tray in front of you before filling the spot in the empty chair.
"you had a pretty heavy night, love. take this." he gestures to the two items on the tray. "i'd rather die," you tell him, looking away; that wasn't the best idea.
you feel an aggressive pinch at the bottom of your chin as he forces you to face him once more. "chose your words wisely, love. i said take it. i'm only trying to take care of you." he's very blunt with his demand as he shows to emotion nor remorse.
you weren't going to admit it, but you were absolutely frightened. your poker face was strong, but how long could you keep it up?
"how do i know you didn't put anything in either of these?" you slyly raise a brow.
he had the nerve to tell you, "gotta trust it."
yes because trusting him worked oh-so-well the last time.
"take the fookin pill so you can eat." he's super demanding, but you couldn't help but snicker at his pronunciation.
"is something funny to you , y/n?" he leans back, pulling some sort of instrument from his pocket: a scalpel. he's fucking bluffing, you thought
"just the way you swear. it's quite funny actually." you smirk at him, attempting to make him inferior, but it only pissed him off.
it only took the blink of a second before felt his and and cold metal against your cheek. he never once started any movement, but he sure as hell wanted to scare you, "i won't tell you a third time. so you best listen to me before i change my mind and be rid of you." his face inches closer and closer to yours with every syllable.
it's almost as if his anger is infectious. you had every right to be angry. you just graduated yesterday, and you don't even know what that first day out of high school feels like yet, hell you were honestly more pissed that you didn't get to eat your food before he took you into the back of his car.
"even if i wanted to, i can't." you tell him, realizing that's you hands were bound behind your back and to the chair.
"that's where i come in," he answers, pulling away from you quickly. "i'll even prove it to you." he sits down once more, takes the pill, pops it straight into his mouth, gets a small sip of water, and finishes with tacky jazz hands like some sketch magician on a street corner.
you sigh before giving him a nod. he then repeats steps one through three into your mouth before letting out a rather loud gasp. "darling, you're in a cold sweat, here." he grabs a cloth from somewhere nearby; it's wet, cold, and sticky. once he pulls it away, you could've went into absolute shock, but most of your body became so paralyzed, you could only widen your eyes.
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yungblud imagines || d.h
Novela Juvenilthis book was previously published on my old page, but had (obviously) been transferred here. happy reading! "double the 'u,' double the flavour ." 🖤🖤🖤
