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

Unexpected Party

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I regain consciousness as the carve pulls into a long driveway to a secluded upscale house surrounded by a large wall, and lush vegetation that gives the building added privacy. My heart drops lower and my throat tightens as I watch, to my horror, what seems to be guards stationed around the large walls. What in the world is this? It totally looks like a layer to an evil villain in a TV show- or a movie- or something. The lights of the house illuminate everything around it, including inside the car of my abductor. I see the man from the club in the driver's seat. His jaw is clenched tight as he pulls closer to the house eventually stopping the vehicle with a dying hum from the engine. He looks back at me and tilts his head with pressed lips. To me it seems like he is inner monologuing right now as he looks at me. My expressions is blank but the rustling of the man to undo my seat-belt stirs me. My body flinches as he moves and then gets out of the car himself. I panic, what do I do? What can I do? The guards have guns right? I need to think quick- but what will I do? I take a deep breath but before I can come to a decision the lanky man opens my door and grabs my hand. He motions for me to get out of the car but then pulls me close to whisper into my ear.

"Look, I'm doing this for someone important to me. But I promise that I'll do whatever within my power to make sure you get out of here. Call me Joe." He says in an urgent and hushed tone. He glances up hurriedly as more people come out. The cold air chills me, making me even more aware of my swimsuit attire that sticks out like a sore thumb. I peek at my surroundings and I see other girls. They all seem to be teenagers, at least I hope they are all at least sixteen. What the actual fuck is going on? Joe takes me inside and it seems like we were expected, everyone was. I saw a younger girl stumble around drunkenly. The house had beige walls with minimal paintings. There was abstract art, the house was very open and modern-looking. It seemed like a million-dollar mansion. I would be excited and impressed if I were here of my own free will. The deeper we got into the foyer the more people we saw, and the blonde girl came stumbling inside along with us.

"I'm soooo fucking drunk!!" the blonde party girl said with a shaky giggle following short after. A woman accompanies her, and she looks very familiar. Her raven black hair runs to her beautifully tan shoulders, her hips move as she saunters in her little black dress. She looks at Joe then at me and smiles. I cannot put my finger on it.. but I know her. I KNOW I know her. Where? But before I could continue pondering where I saw the mysterious woman from, Joe hold my arm tight before looking at the drunken girl with a quizzical smile.

"Hey uh... How old are you exactly?" He questions the girl trying to play it cool as the right edge of his lip curls into a smirk. The girl stumbles holding onto the mysterious tan woman and looks up at Joe with a stupidly drunk smile.

"I'm fourteen, whaddya care?" She slurs with another drunken giggle following her answer. Joe takes a noticeable swallow as his jaw clenches and he looks at Raven Woman, or so I shall call her for now. He flashes a smile and nods allowing the two to continue. They seem to be going downstairs and both dressed rather... Party like. I look at Joe in his business casual grey and white pinstripe shirt tucked into black dress pants, clearly, I am under dressed. Joe looks to me and holds my shoulders attempting to be comforting. My honey-brown eyes are wide, and I almost start to tremble. What- what is this what am I doing here? Why did he bring me here? Joe looks me in the eyes and pulls me closer to his pointed nose.

"Listen, I know you are a little afraid and freaked out. I'm not too sure what the plan is here for you. All I know is that there is a kind of secret "secret" party going on here, and it is happening downstairs. There will be a dinner, a woman will take you and a couple of other girls to a side room and explain some things. Anyway, I have someone I need to talk to right now. I just need you to stay safe." The man said in a tone that would be comforting if I had any clue as to who he was. Seriously, he kidnaps me then tells me that he needs me to be safe? What kind of backwards mentality is this? I look him in the eyes and muster up the courage to ask questions.