Friend, Please - Ash Ketchum x Reader

Chapter 4 - Its not too late

(Authors note: Hi! sorry its been so long, i like to plan out my chapters before i write them in wattpad. just a heads up, this chapter is kinda angsty and contains blood, abuse(?), and other topics that may or not be sensitive to you. sorry for the late updates, im slow sometimes :/ but enjoy!)

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Gnawing on the bishops,

clawing our way up the system

repeating simple phrases

someone holy insisted

i want the markings made on my skin,

to mean something to me again

hope you havent left without me

hope you havent left without me, please

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 Darkness, that's all you could see. And all you could feel was a sharp stabbing pain in your neck from where the syringe was jabbed.

"Great, another stabbing pain, just like my ankle" You thought.

But more importantly, where were you? It was dark, but you could make out the early sunlight coming through the windows of... somewhere.

You heard a door open, and saw some light poke through, it was getting closer, closer, and closer, until you could see a large, tall, dark red figure approach you with a lantern in hand.

You tried to look at your surroundings, and saw broken down windows with a bit of light shining through, you're guessing it was about dawn now. You saw chipped wallpaper, and pillars of wood on the ground that had fallen from the ceiling.

You tried to move your arms and legs the best you could, but you were still weak from the drugs injected into you. Even if you were weak, you could still move. but , you couldn't.

You tried moving your arms and legs up and down, but something was holding then back.

The figure moved closer and closer and eventually illuminated the area around you. You could see now that your limbs were held in place with straps along the arms and legs of the chair.

"Wh- where am i?" you managed to say, with pain in your voice. You were half thinking out loud and half talking to the man that was in front of you.

"Tell me, what do you know about dema?" the man asked. His voice was deep, it sounded like he was using a voice changer. But it was sharp and cold, like ice.

The word "dema" hit you like a brick. You haven't heard that word in years, not since you left your family...

"D- dema?! How do you know about dema?? How much do you know about dema?? Who told you about dema?!" you frantically asked.

"Relax at once." you heard the figure say. You started shifting in your chair now, you were becoming more aware of what was happening as you started to wake up.

"Who are you?! HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT DEMA?!" you yelled.

"Shut up, be quiet." the man said. "Im one of your fathers workers from dema, what do you know?"

"I know that i want you OUT OF MY FACE!" you yelled at him as you jumped in your chair. But seconds after you said that, you felt an icy cold hand slap your face, that was gonna leave a bruise. You yelped in pain as he did that. "What was that for?!"

"I would be careful if I were you, you don't want to know what would happen if you're not..." he said as he pulled back his cloak at his waist and shined the light of the lantern at an object that was holstered there: a gun.