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

Be a Good Girl for Me

Author's Note: 

Hi Hi, Sorry for the late update, I hope you all had a very fun and safe Halloween. Thank you so much for the likes and love! I wasn't expecting to get any attention, and I was proved wrong, thank you so much for the kind comments!. Again, I apologize if character are OOC and all that jazz.. I'm trying my very hardest to do well!

DISCLAIMER: This chapter has depiction of violence and manipulation, please do not read if you are triggered by such things. Reader digression is advised!

I hope you enjoy the rest of the story~

          I dash and slide right underneath the tall feline-like man catching him off-guard whilst I shed the cloak that covered my body. I could see the surprise in his narrow amber eyes as they begin to widen. I ignore the pain that follows the scathes from the wood rubbing on my hands and I quickly sprawl to my feet. I see a hallway and I run, I run like I had never run before. My life is on the line, I feel my heart pacing, and I feel his... His energy. I hear the roar of an ominous laugh echoing behind me, egging me on to run faster. By now he could have caught up... Is he letting me go? No, he is playing me for a fool- I am the prey in his sick game of predator. A whirling mixture of anger and fear drives my body to escape and fight with every ounce of strength I've got. The fear of the unknown tempts me to look back, but I resist. I focus on the dark hallway in front of me, and I finally reach a door. I creep into the room with the silence and diligence of a mouse, shutting it behind me with a faint snap. The room is darker than the hallway that leads to it. I can barely make out any shapes, but I step forward into the unknown.

         Please God, anyone anything... Please let me escape alive, I need to find someone, anyone who is actually sane in this place. The stress and fear lead small beads of tears to form in my eyes, but I quickly brush them from my face. Now is not the time for tears Y/N... Now is the time to survive. I fumble around in the darkness with my arms outstretched in front of me. I feel a soft, plush, and warm bed. My body trembles as I take in the soothing texture. It reminded me of home, my fuzzy blanket. I get onto the bed and curl up into a fetal position with tears streaming down my face. Please.... Let this just be a bad dream... I close my eyes and I feel my body give way to unconsciousness.

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            I awake groggy with my head pounding with an intense rush. I notice the lights in the room are on and I take in my surroundings. I am on a velvet crimson king-sized bed with ornate carvings along the frame. The room is quaint, almost akin to that of a hotel suite. I tense up, I must have been out for an hour... How did the lights turn on? As I stretch out my body I can feel my tight swimsuit constrict my movements. There's now an indent on my skin where the elastic for my leg holes are at. Movement from the door takes me out of my thoughts and I see him. The sight of him makes my heart drop and my face flushes. Stupid hormones-stop it body! He's crazy! Crazy hot- NO!

             "Oh good! My little butterfly is awake." The man says with an enthusiastic hum. He comes close to the bed, his gaze locking mine into a stand-still. He continues with rasp in his naturally melodic voice, "You are an awefully heavy sleeper. That little trick you pulled earlier was astounding, so much promise you hold. My butterfly almost got away, but I am a very clever spider. You flew right into my web~♣". At this I gulp, I jump off the bed and take two large leaps away from the man. His smiles just deepen as he stares down at me. Each move he makes is calculated and his fingers twitch as if he's about to grab something but resists.

                "Look, I don't know what you want, but I don't want any of it." I declare, confidence and defiance lacing my voice. The man just licks his lips as the thin lines curl into a smirk. My fists ball up and when he takes a step toward me, with all the strength I could muster I make way towards the door. I leap towards the handle, but I felt an unwieldy force pull me back by my ankles. I look back expecting to see some sort of curling whip or something but what I got was nothing, empty thin air- but how?! I wriggle and scrape the wood floor trying to free myself from this invisible fishing line. I grab a pillow that was left on the ground and I look back at Hisoka and throw it at him with all my might. He just stifles a laugh in response. He looks triumphant, like a cat that has finally caught the mouse it has been hunting for weeks. The invisible hold on my legs was released as soon as I was at the feet of the strange and unbelievably magical magician. He crouches down onto his knees to meet my face with his annoying smug look. Fury boils within me and I try to slap him. I almost make contact with his cheek when he catches my wrist and twists it. I yawp out in agony and I feel the dexterous and claw-like nails over my throat. My breathing hitches as I gasp out for air, my lungs beginning to choke on themselves. The man lifts me up as he stands to his feet, killing intent radiating off of him.