[Izaya x Reader] My Death Wish

My Death Wish

"I am the King of Ikebukuro," a soft voice melted against her eardrums, seducing her with each slow and steady word. "You are merely a pawn. Do you dare defy me, my dear?"

"I cannot," she replied, her voice hoarse and practically inaudible, the burdens of her current life weighing against her shoulders like invisible chains, binding her to this man for the rest of her life. There was no escape, or certainly none in sight. All there was to see was darkness; his onyx tresses resting against his forehead and an aura of evil, maniacal insanity lingered from his very soul. Only crimson orbs practically glowed from the reflection of the moonlight.

This was the only way to describe such a man. He was beautiful, but repulsive; joyful, yet cruel. The sweet, alluring sound of his tone captivated her since the very beginning, and once she was inside his clutches, there was no escape. He told her he loved her. He showed affection and embraced her like no man she'd had before. The way his slender limbs moved with each stride was temptation in itself.

And she was under the very mistaken impression that he was hers.
Oh, how wrong she was.

But she realized it much too late. And by that time, she wanted nothing more than to escape. She wanted nothing more than to leave this God-forsaken place and this dreaded human being placed on Earth by Satan himself. But each time she tried, she was drawn back in once more; he was irreplaceable. No one on the planet could compare to him, and that yearning for someone by her side forced her to stay put, forced her to endure his merciless use for her as nothing but entertainment.

He was her love, her life, her king.
And he intended to prevent that from changing for as long as he could foresee.

"Izaya..." She spoke with a tortured fragility in which he had perfectly formed in her, from her position on her knees. Her chin, pale and trembling, tilted upwards toward his voice in a guarded manner, afraid that even one wrong word would cause the inevitable emotional scars that had tallied on her heart through the years to only grow in numbers.

The young man glanced down at her, ceasing the droning clicking of keys as she brought his attention away from his laptop, "What is it?"

"I want to leave this place."

A sinister chuckle erupted from his throat, the computer being placed beside him on the dark leather couch as he crossed one leg over the other. "You do, do you? And how many times have I heard that request before, hm?"

"No, Izaya, I'm serious this time. I want to leave. Please..." Tears welled up in those dull (e/c) eyes that had been washed of life years before. There was nothing in this physical world that mattered anymore besides Izaya. He was her only vision that never left, reminding and haunting her of her past. The only way to escape this sorrowful madness...

"Please. Kill me."

Silence filled the room, the distant noises of cars and city life now audible through the tension, thick like fog. He only stared blankly through her with those crimson orbs that illuminated in the dead of night. A chilling smirk graced his lips as he watched the girl kneeling before him like a peasant.

"And why should I do that?" he asked, leaning his cheek against his fist, sitting forward to get a better view of her. She only kept her eyes down towards her own lap, her fingers fidgeting with each other while small droplets of salted tears dripped onto her thighs. When the young lady didn't respond to his question, his smile disappeared, an irritated frown taking its place. A slender hand reached down, gripping the girl's chin between his thumb and index finger, and yanked her face up to look him straight in the eyes before repeating the question.

By this time, tears had stung her reddened eyes, streaming down both cheeks. She gritted her teeth for a second as she cried, sniffling and shaking in his grasp. To say he scared her was an understatement at the very least. He terrified her; he abused her, not with bruises to the flesh, but with scars to the mind. "Just do it...so I can escape this hell."

"Oh, but my dear, you haven't experienced hell." The raven-haired informant gave a smirk once more as his switchblade was drawn from his pocket and placed against her throat in a matter of seconds. The two made eye contact, staring at each other in tormenting silence as both carefully articulated their next move.

"But maybe..." He spoke almost in a whisper, sending a chill down the girl's spine with that beautiful voice as usual.

She was having second thoughts already, conflicting ideals cross firing over and over within her corrupted mind. To stay, or to go. Maybe there was a better solution. Maybe she could find a way out if she really tried, thought, and planned. A spark of life shone in her eyes for a split-second.

Maybe there was a chance for her.
Maybe she could leave.
Maybe...
Maybe...

"Maybe I'll see you there...my dear." With a flash of silver, it was done. The shine of life in those (e/c) jewels disappeared forever. And he watched her, kneeling before him, crimson reflecting in his eyes, and laughed.

"I am the king. You are simply a pawn."