Too Much of a Good Thing Leads to.. (HisokaxReader)

Abducted and Afraid

  A/N: Hello everyone! This is my first Fanfiction, oddly enough it was inspired by a terrifying dream I had. Recently I have been inspired to write and am kinda putting off school work to do so; oops. I will firstly state: This story is not for the light of heart. It can get graphic at times so please if you have trauma regarding abuse, this might not be the story for you. Also I do not intend for this to bee too long, maybe 2-4 chapters. I also apologize for any horrible grammatical and spelling errors. 

Oh! Also if the characters are extremely out of character... I'm not used to writing in general let alone characters I haven't developed. I intend the main character to be a stand-in for the reader. She is a slim-fat 5 foot shortie with brown hair and brown eyes and very light skin with olive tones. Anywho, I hope you enjoy!!

Everything about this evening feels surreal, what am I experiencing? I hazily look out of the car to see lights whirring past me and those in the vehicle. Where are we going? Am I drunk? No, I never had the slightest drop of alcohol on my tongue. However, if it is not that, then what is it? What... What happened? I try to move my head to look around, but a sharp pain sends shivers from my head down my spine. My thoughts come rushing to me as I attempt to recall the events that are from earlier today that has led to my unknowing abduction.

3:55 PM, Seattle Washington August 27th, 2020.

I'm in my quaint but comfortable living quarters as I hear the commotion outside my door. Today is quite hot with the sun beating its rays across our usually dreary state. It is weather mother says is "purely divine" and I would have to agree. Today is absolutely beautiful and as my mother would say in a lilt "It is a sin to waste such a beautiful day!"; so in order to celebrate this beauty my mother decided it is best we go out and swim in the sea. Usually I adore swimming but lately beaches have been absolutely crowded, and I detest crowds. I rummage through my wardrobe for the only swimsuit that fits me. I am what one calls a "thicc hourglass", and it can be quite hard to find a swimsuit that is both modest and fits my body type.

Ugh, I cannot bear swimsuits. Why do girls always have to be subject to such tight articles of clothing for swimming leisure? I look at the small black one lightly piece cursing the creator of such a monstrous torture device as I grab it from its hanger. I undress myself and put my legs into the holes on the bottom of the suit pulling it up slipping my arms under the straps on the side. It feels tight and shameless, I could never understand how girls can feel comfortable in bikinis if I feel so exposed in a one piece. The slick fabric rides up my butt as I move and I grimace pinching it away from my crotch, as I let go of the fabric it retracts back to my skin with a small slap. I gaze at the mirror to see how my bust almost pops out and I try to adjust the straps on my shoulder for a tighter grasp, but to no avail as it is already near the tightest it would go. I let out a large sigh and resort to saying a prayer, anything to ensure that I shall not slip a tiddy without my knowledge. I pull my sheer white swimsuit cover and put on some crocks, finally ready to go. My mother is ready with a bag filled with swimming must haves: towels, sunscreen, inflatable beds, extra clothes, flats, lotion, and sunshades. I smile as she gazes at me with adoration.

"My little girl is becoming such a young woman! I cannot believe that you are 17 already", she says with a bright smile as we exit the house. I sheepishly shrug in return when I feel a buzz from my phone. I check it to see that my friend Megan had texted me.

Megan's Text: " Y/N!!! Hey girl hey!! Banger party tonight at Underground, don't worry I got someone to get us in. Meet me at the Walmart gardening section at 7~ xoxox"

I roll my eyes and laugh a little bit whilst entering the car and set off to the beach with my mother. I've never been to a party, let alone a nightclub. I doubt my parents would let me; I'll have to make something up about spending the night probably... Something tells me this isn't too great of an idea. As I am deep in thought I turn to my mother and give her a small smile, my throat tightens a little as I am attempting to ask her a question. Slowly and smoothly my mother pulls the car out of the driveway and towards our destination. After a few moments of silence, I resolutely blurt out what I want to say.