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Oh.
Shit.
Welp. This was unexpected.
Quite honestly, you didn’t really work for a “real” mob. Just a group of people that stopped drug dealers without involving the police. You had one job- knock out a guy, steal his drugs, and leave.
But that didn’t happen.
You know what did happen?
The guy was a weapons dealer. That meant you’d been misinformed. Purposefully.
The guy was NOT the don of the mob. Just a delivery boy.
What am I forgetting? Oh yeah.
You killed him.
It was an accident! …For the most part.
…okay maybe you’d hit a liitle harder than normal but he was an asshole so-
He’d made a VERY rude comment about your looks, which- Jesus, that guy was horrible. So you’d punched him… and he landed against something sharp. Now he was dead.
And now the REAL weapons dealer was gonna be pissed.
Let’s refer back to your previous statement. Oh shit.
“HEY!”
Double shit-
You whipped toward the noise. A tall, broad silhouette stood against the night sky. It was blocking your exit from the alleyway.
And this looked really bad.
You BOOKED IT. Ran from the body- the guy’s weapon in hand, pushed past the shadowy person, and ran downtown- losing the other person- the ALIVE person- in the process. Thank GOD.
…you did lose the person, right?
—
A few days later, you were taking another late night walk.
Probably to calm your FRIED nerves.
So that guy you killed?
His boss found out.
Which meant you were gonna die.
This… particular boss was a bit of a nuisance. He had started out in another gang- then left to start his own. Something about control, you don’t know. But he had a reputation.
They say his name is “Killer”.
They say he kills whoever screws with his arms dealing.
They say you’re next.
They say so many things….
You were terrified.
Apparently, that person you’d pushed past had ratted you out.
To a fUCKING BOSS WHO WAS GONNA KILL YOU-
Okay.
Calm down.
You leaned up against a wall. Damn, you were terrified. It only just occurred to you that..
You could easily die today. This boss could snap you in half.
Footsteps sounded. “Would you please be quiet, I’m tryin’ not to panic here.” you irritatedly said. Who the hell was out this late besides y-
You looked up.
…Shit.
It took every ounce of control you had to not scream. A skeleton, taller than you by a head, was standing there. It seemed as though his jaw was fused together.
But that wasn’t the scariest part.
He was crying. Crying black tears from empty eye sockets...? It looked like that, anyway. Or perhaps his face had been stained by the tears, since they didn’t look steady. Whatever the case, he was terrifying.
Wearing a white button-up shirt and suspenders, he looked classy enough. Especially his driver’s hat. But…
He still unnerved you. He was wearing an amused expression, one eyebrow- well, if he HAD an eyebrow- cocked at you. A smile with no warmth.
…An eyelight appeared in one of those sockets. It traveled up and down your body, taking in every inch. You didn’t move. How could you?
The eyelight vanished, and he seemed to relax a bit. Whoever he was, he was rich.
…he pullled out a pocket knife. Grin never leaving his face, he started to throw it up and catch it.
“well, well. what do we have here?”
His voice… so deep it shook you to your core, velvety and laced with amusement.
“a doll who thought they could kill one of my employees and escape without me noticing? heh.” He chuckled. …with little humor. “sorry, sweetheart. that ain’t how it works.”
His relaxed posture became… less relaxed. He caught the pocket knife… and didn’t throw it. As he moved toward you, you pushed your back up against the wall, trying to keep away from him. He didn’t stop moving, just… kept getting closer.
He was gonna kill you. You were gonna die, you were going to die-
…he put a hand above your shoulder, pinning you to the wall.
“i noticed.”
He leaned in close to you.
You felt his breath on your neck.
Your heart pounded in your chest.
“and you ain’t gonna tell anyone, are ya? ”
You shook your head an almost imperceptible amount.
“didn’t catch that.”
“N-no.” Your voice caught in the most pathetic way. Way to not show weakness.
He- he laughed.
He LAUGHED.
“aw, ya really believe that, don’t ya. ya really are th’ cutest.”
…his hand took your wrist.
“nah, sweetheart. you’re comin’ with me.”
… you felt sick.
i’ll take good care of ya. don’t worry.”
…you hated the way you were shaking.
“ya don’t have to be so scared. you’ll be fine with me. in fact-”
His other hand traveled to behind your head, almost cradling it-
“ya might be better off.”
“I- i don’t-”
“stop pretending you have a c h o i c e.”
You froze. Something- something heavy- was pushing down on your chest.. An invisible weight, holding you in place.
“face it.
you’re mine.”