𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝙎𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙨𝙖 𝙭 𝙁𝙚𝙢𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 | 𝙈𝙖𝙛𝙞𝙖 𝘼𝙐

𝕻𝖗𝖔𝕷𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊

𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎
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~ 𝚈/𝚗'𝚜 𝙿.𝙾.𝚅 ~

The dry ropes worsen the burn marks as my legs continue to struggle in order to be free of restriction. Strong smells of fresh wood shavings and different kinds of cologne fill the air and swarm me, attacking my lungs and blurring my vision due to the lack of clear oxygen being able to reach the lungs that were heaving. Desperate for something other than the scents present in the room.

The frail wooden chair that I was seated on screeched and croaked with every drastic movement my body made. It was mainly an attempt at rocking the piece of furniture from side to side in hope of it falling. Potentially causing a leg to snap off so that I could cut through the ropes that bounded my ankles and wrists. I'd somehow manage to find a way to reach the broken leg and to then escape without giving myself any splinters. The last thing I need right now is any more injuries. However, this plan was thrown straight out the window as the group who had captured me had thought of every single possibility to stop me from getting away. Including chaining the legs of the chair to the strangely clean, grey marble floors. Why are they so clean? Usually areas like this are covered in blood, mud and other revolting bodily fluids.

My body freezes as the knob on the old and rusty metal door rattles before turning to the left and moving outwards as a figure pushes the door open. Clearing their throat and tapping the door with the silver band on their index finger, sending a cringeworthy, high pitched noise to bounce off of the walls. My ears ring from the sound waves but clear within a few seconds. The tall and mysterious figure lingers by the door for about another minute or so before closing the door behind them, locking it, heightening the doubt that was now playing in the back of my mind.

"Well, well well...to what do I owe the pleasure of being graced by your presence Miss Y/n L/n?" Their voice was deep and raspy, creating an image of a very attractive man in my head as I scanned through the many men I had met in my life. Trying to allocate the voice to a face. I settled on one but was not certain of my decision. The way my name rolled off their tongue made my whole body tense, how did they manage to pull a stunt like that off?

A faint smirk forms as I clear my dry throat, ready to fight back verbally as I was restricted physically. "Please the pleasure is all mine...you did hunt me down, kidnap me and tie me up in an unknown location after all so I'm extremely grateful to you!" Sarcasm laced my words and the figure just chuckled at my confidence. This was not the time to be cocky.

"Normally a beautiful woman of your age would be crying and begging for her life but you my dear..." they stop mid sentence as they approach me, cupping my chin so that my dull (E/C) eyes are staring straight at the silver framed aviators that stood in the way of letting me know who I was speaking to. The singular light in the room was so dim that all I could see was the persons face, no other features such as hair so there was no way of identifying them unless they removed the accessory. "You are a strange one..." they flick my nose and pull away only leaving their silhouette visible to me.

I chuckle before glaring at them. "I'm a different breed, what can I say?" They seemed to be amused by my words.

They come closer again and lean down towards me, their hot breath sends a shiver down my spine. "That you are..." and with that they place their hands in their pockets and turn on their heel towards the door. Only to be stopped by my voice.

"How much longer do I have to put up with these ropes? I feel like I'm gonna end up losing my hands and feet from the friction". However they don't answer me. They just tap the door with their ring again before opening it and walking out, closing and locking it right after they exit.

Once the pain in my ears settles I sigh to myself and look around the room. Analysing my situation more.

A chuckle leaves my lips."If I had known that this would happen to me I would of never gone to that ball...but I guess I'm just the lucky chosen one". Trying to be optimistic about any situation I'm placed in is a bad habit of mine. I've seen things so nothing really affects me negatively anymore but I must say.

This is a first for me...

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