Possession (Ruvik x Reader)

Possession (Ruvik x Reader)

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A fuzzy black haze filled my mind, like a silent static. It was as though I was in a room, a huge, empty room, filled with nothing but darkness. Was this a dream? I was still lucid, wake up, I told myself. Wake up. I heard faint echoes, echoes of voices, maybe two of them. Casual conversation, maybe a bit of anger, I could only make out snippets. "Do you have any idea how much pressure you've put onto us?" "You should be thanking me; rather than coming out of your bank account, this one is free." I can't open my eyes, why can't I open my eyes? I feel numb, but start to regain some feeling in my fingertips. It spreads through my fingers and to my hands, I twitch slightly. Is this real? "The police are already investigating the last termite that wandered onto my property, you should have let her go. She's my burden now, not yours." - Upon investigating Victoriano Manor prior to a missing journalist case, you seem to have bitten off more than you can chew, and end up trapped. There is no way out, all you can do is sit and comply. Your captor, who you know only as Ruben, is a sick and twisted man. But you can read his expression, he's not as strong as he tries to be. There's still a slither of humanity in there, and you're aching to make it show.
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When Dream feels his heart rate speed up at the end of George's Livestream, he knows he's too far gone. "This feels so wrong," George says and repeats. Dream clicks off the stream, the sounds of labored breathing filling the room as he tried to stem the panic he was feeling. The next day, after he had just barely dragged himself away from the edge of oblivion and heartache he would never return from, he felt the first tickle at the back of his throat. He coughed roughly, it sounded like he had fluid in his lungs or something. Pneumonia, maybe? But instead of coughing up mucus or phlegm, his eyes widened in shock at the taste of blood in is mouth. || Gream // DreamNotFound Hanahaki Story. There will be angst, slow burn, blood, vomiting, contemplation of suicide, anxiety attacks, and more. Do not read if this bothers you. You have been warned. ||

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