JJBA Oneshots

Lord Kars; No, PT2.

A/N:
Credit To _Mangelina_
for giving me inspiration for this! Thank you so much! I would've never thought about doing a part two if it wasn't for them! Just a warning, this is quite stockholm syndrome-esque, and the reader cannot speak so, its mostly inner-dialogue. This is quite a bit softer than last time. Enjoy!

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As you sat bound to the wall behind you, motionless and silent, you counted the seconds on your fingertips. There was no source of light in the Dungeon, definitely not windows...but just by estimation, you figured, it was around seven in the morning. Which meant, he would be on his way, soon.

You hated it down here. It was always dark or cold...or lonely. You once dreaded the time when you heard his footsteps tread down the stairs but now, you rather anxiously; looked forward to it.

You were only allowed outside of the Dungeon with him, you knew this and so did the others, Lord Wamuu and Esidisi. It was forbidden. When Kars would fetch you and bring you from the dreary room, you would eat a nice breakfast, and take a warm bath. He'd then take you to your favorite place in the entire Castle- the Garden.

It was so peaceful. All the sweet smells and the gorgeous flowers. You would often time, sit under the big oak tree with him and he would read you a book. Times like those, is when you would begin to think...

Maybe this was better than what it would be like, at the village? Living in a house that constantly reminded you of your...family. Having to look your parents friends in the eye and tell them what happened- you realized, you would probably end up here either way; or locked away for fabricating 'rumors' that one of the Gods sent out a hitman on your family, over such a petty, foolish mortal?

The first few months had been hard but slowly, you grew custom to it. You realized what you had to do and it came quickly. But pretending to be in love with someone for such a long period of time...does eventually begin to have such mental effects.

And Kars wasn't stupid. He knew what he was doing, from day one. When he slit your throat and rendered you voiceless. He knew what would happen if he locked you in an empty Dungeon, all alone, in the dark; you'd reach out for him, whether you realized it or not, you'd become dependent on him against your own will.

He liked that.

Almost on cue, as if your brain had summoned him, the clank of the bolt being unlocked filled your ears. As the light from outside the Dungeon seeped in, it felt like it nearly blinded you.

You heard his heavy footsteps and smelt his hearty cologne. And then all of a sudden, the large, purple-haired man hovered over you. The key to your locks swung by his index finger, almost tauntingly. The sickening, yet, oh-so-sweet smile you knew all too well, sketched onto his even complexion.

"Good morning, doll," His voice was sing-songy. "Did you sleep well?."

You gave a partial nod. It wasn't entirely the truth...you had trouble sleeping in the Dungeon. You despised it here. "That's lovely," He responded. Kars knelt down, to your level, on the cold cement floor. "Would you like me to unlock you so we can start our breakfast, hmm?."

You shook your head eagerly, eyes widened, as if you were saying 'please'.

"As I thought." He snickered. Leaning in, he toyed the key inside of the locks around your ankles. His hot breath hit your neck-

Him being this close made you feel...funny. He took this into notice. "Did you miss me?~." He purred into your ear, voice smooth like butter.

You hesitated to give confirmation, cheeks reddened- he presumed, anyway. "I'll take that as a yes," Smirking, he re-composed himself. "Would you like to know what we're having for breakfast?."