Fall In Love {Vergil X Reader}

Chapter 2

You stir in your sleep as you can help but feel somewhat down over how Vergil and you left dinner. It wasn't your fault he couldn't seem to get his life priorities together. It was strange how he used the noun "humans" as a way to identify people. It hadn't slid past your mind for even a moment after he uttered those words. For some sort of a reason you began to get a nauseating feeling in your gut.

As you rolled onto your stomach the way you're mother use to teach you as a child in order to subside the pain, you started thinking back to your younger days. Since when did I become so...soft? You asked yourself that question a lot lately. Vergil had kidnapped you from your life and that lovable animal back at home. He was your only best friend. When you were a teenager, people used to be afraid to even say your name. You would literally destroy their vocal cords. What happened to that person? Did Vergil hold some sort of power over how you'd handle things in this kind of situation?

Regardless of the fact that he was handsome and well-groomed Vergil was a psycho. It finally struck sense into you that he abducted you and decided that you would now be his comfort pet. The whole dressing you well and feeding you like a queen was all a mind game in order to keep you calm and comfortable. In reality you were helpless and probably in danger.

"...This isn't one of those scenarios where I just mindlessly ignore your needs, prepare my intentions and finally act on them. If so we'd be on step two."

You knew better than to accept that answer and yet you fell for it like the fool you were. Vergil was toying with your mental health, making you feel as if it were okay to be kidnapped like some farm animal. Back in the cafe you recalled _ talking about young girls that went missing throughout the month. Some were college students and the others were baristas, bartenders, or waitresses. All of them had been beautiful and independent or living with a roommate. What separated you from them…?

Absolutely nothing!

Tears stung your eyes as you drove your face inside of the pillow. Everything was happening so quickly you were afraid of falling behind. The thought of never seeing daylight again made the sickness you were feeling much more worse. All those girls gone without a trace of what might have happened. Some handsome young man enters your life and a few hours later he's telling you that from then on you are his to keep.

"This isn't happening!" You wept into the soft cotton. The bed you laid began to feel like pins and needles. The soft feeling of clean sheets felt more like cold, hard cement. You found comfort in the same thing Vergil used to manipulate all those other girls. It had to have been him. He was seeking someone who could understand his flaws. Had none of the others matched the bill until now?

You couldn't fathom what might have happened to all those who failed to please him. Oh god I'm going to be a sex slave as well. As much as you thought you'd enjoyed the presence of the handsome deceiver, just knowing his true colors turned out to be a turn off. You wanted out of this freakish showcase. But you couldn't make up the courage to defend yourself. If he did get rid of those young girls you would need to protect yourself and fast. After the way you ended that delicious dinner there was a chance Vergil might enter the room and suffocate you in your sleep.

As quickly as you could move without upsetting your stomach, you slipped back on the well designed dress. Noticing the train that was terribly long, you yanked and torn at it until the fabric ripped off. You were left with just a short portion of the remaining dress. It was odd the way it looked but you had no time to critique the fashion of it at the moment. The candle lit that illuminate partial of the room did well in aiding you to find object sharp enough to cut or stab. The bedroom could fit four people inside. Maybe six if you really decided to make room.

Within one of the drawers sat a small razor blade. You couldn't quite point out the reason for it being inside there as you slipped it carefully inside of your bra and continued looking. The closets were empty; the bathroom contained only soap, a brush and some towels. He made sure to have his servants cater to your well-being. How could he be so selfish and force his own servants to do majority of his dirty work?

You had no time to process your thoughts clearly as you searched around for something a bit bigger than just your discovery of the razor. After a few minutes, however, you came up short of nothing better. Come on think _. You can do this. You started to beat yourself up over not overreacting sooner. Even with the moment you first met this man could have been a lot more progressive than sitting among the wolf in sheep's designer wear.

You heard the sound of the doorknob to your bedroom opening. Your heart dropped to your stomach as you blew out the candle in your room. It was a last second resort that left you still standing in the center of the room in pitch black darkness.

The door swung opened and the room light up dimly from the candle one of the servants carried as he walked in. Though he was a bit on the end of senile and held heavy baggage underneath his eyes, he seem to be quite wise when it came to what was happening within the area of the house. You peeked from the corner of your eyes seeing the room somewhat of a mess. The fabric of your dress was on the floor, the drawers were still opened, your bed had pillows and blankets all over the place, and you had the obvious "I was doing something I wasn't suppose to" expression all over your face. If he had been your father, this situation would have been much more awkward.

"May I assist you with something Mistress?" He leaned over slowly to pick up your torn train.

You shook your head as you scrambled to aide him in gathering your mess. "No. I was just trying to get my head out of the gutter is all." In a failed attempt to prove to your innocence you tried making up childish excuses. "I'm so silly sometimes. I'm like a little puppy."

To your dismay, the servant showed no expression of amusement. "If so then isn't the puppy supposed to be tired?"

"Yeah. I suppose your right." You glanced at the keys that dangled from the side of his brittle hip. You weren't an expert at pick pocketing but you were willing to learn at that point. Even if you did get caught in the act if was easier for you to empower him anyway. "Uhm...I think I'm capable of cleaning all of this up. Thank you.""

"Yes of course. But Master Vergil expects me to keep an eye on you and I can't have you behaving inappropriately." He picked up every last piece of fabric. For some reason his vision was better than yours because he saw even the smalls of pieces.

You inhaled slowly as you bumped into him purposely as if clumsily grabbing another piece of fabric. "Whoa!"

"Are you alright?" He looked back at you as he slowly moved to stand up straight.

"Mhm. I'm just a little dizzy is all. Is there anyway I can have a glass of water?" You held your head as you spoke. "It's a bit humid in here."

"Wait here. I will be right back." The servant hurried out of the room and closes the door behind him. You heard it lock from the outside.

Your palm had opened as you sighed happily seeing one of the other few hundred keys the servant seemed to carry around. Though you had absolutely no idea what it would open, you just prayed it would be enough to escape your imprisonment.