Prompto scrunched her face. Her eyes blink rapidly adjusting to the light. Her brain pounded against her skull. She was losing time. She doesn't know what day it is or how long she's been here. How long has she been separated from the others? It has been at least a week. She knows that much. But how long has she been here?
Tied to the bed in a basement. She knew she is cold but has become numb to it. The metal chains chafed her wrist and ankles but it didn't hurt, the feeling was numbing like everything else. Her whole body ached but it wasn't something she could focus on. She turns her head to the door, a large metal door, bolted closed. She looks down to see she's still in the baby blue thin floor length summer dress. She closes her eyes and rests her head back on the plush pillow. She was tired and no matter how much she tried she couldn't escape.
She couldn't believe it.
There are many things she couldn't believe.
Starting with the fact she's a clone. A clone of a crazy scientist. A clone made for war. A clone made to fight against Lucis. Her true home. That broke her. What would they think of her? Would their opinion of her change? What about Astrum? He was born while she was created. Created in a test tube. She doesn't have a mother, and calling Versteal her father would be stretching it. Does she exist? Would they come for her after they learn the truth?
How about the fact she killed her "father," the man that created her. She killed him, even though he was some sort of large mechanical daemon earthworm. She didn't do it herself but she still had her part in his death. She's not sad about the man's death. She didn't know him and she wouldn't want to know the man and the fact she doesn't feel remorse is what makes her sad. There is no attachment to him. Aranea was kind, and made her feel better but now, in this room, secluded with no outside noise. The silence is making her think.
She can't believe herself. She gets kidnapped and is forced to follow the MTs to the research facility. She didn't know where else to go. Also they didn't hurt her. And when she tried to get away they dragged her back. When she woke up she was in the facility. Then she learned the truth about herself and met Aranea, defeated her "father" and left on a motorcycle, nervous about meeting Noct and the others. How does she bring this up with them? Once she finds them. She doesn't know where the others are so she went so she looked for them only to realize she doesn't even know where she is and a map to follow so she doesn't know where she's going. BUT nothing compares to being kidnapped a second time.
She tried her best, fighting against the man. She fought him with the guns she kept, she didn't know if she would be in trouble again so she hoarded ammo like crazy. All that work, and being close to maybe finding Noct and the other two for her to get into a fight with some random dude and lose. Well not really random, it was the weird cosplayer from Gladin Guay but still random. Like what was his problem? Did her bumping into him be that bad? It was an honest mistake. She said sorry! She had no idea what his problem was, and he was creepy but cripid so she couldn't get a straight answer. She fought with him, he must be some sort of wizard or something because he dodged almost all of her attacks. Every single bullet didn't get him at all.
Either way she lost. No W for her. And now she's here. In the basement the man owns. She doesn't even know if she's still in Niflheim. For all she knows she could be in Lucis. It doesn't help that he keeps drugging her. It's all hazy. She knows they talked but she can't for the life of her remember about what. It must have pissed him off because she remembers getting punched by him but not much else. Well, maybe pictures being taken of them together which seemed really out of place for the torture. She's not being tortured bad but it still hurts.
She opens her eyes realizing she must have gone to sleep. To that she felt a little clear headed but her head still hurt and her body felt heavy. She turns to see the door opening. The man walks in not paying attention to her. Prom moves her leg making the chain jingle. He snaps his head to her. His smile makes a chill go down her spine.
"You're awake darling." he stares at her, getting closer. She tilts her head. Darling? Didn't he slap and punch her? Oh, maybe it was like role play, but she couldn't get into it, she didn't connect to it, though, getting past his unruly hair and unshaven face he is handsome. She doesn't like the kidnapping part of all of this.
"Why are you doing this?" she asks, voice croaking. When did she last drink some water? "Why me?" she turns her head as it pound. Massive headache making it harder to pay attention to what's going on.
"Oh darling, because you're mine. Verstael was supposed to raise you until you blossomed into a beautiful flower, until you came to age, only for you to be taken from your bassinet and disappearing. You can't imagine how happy I was to find you again." he says sitting beside her. Slowly moving close to her, hand raising to touch her face as she open blinking to clear her vision and get her head to clear.
"Yours?" Prompto asks voice hoarse, face scrunched in confusion. What is he talking about? Wasn't she Verstaels? He made her.
"Verstael made you but I helped, supplied half your blood that he used. The other half being his own, don't want to have half of him as a lover but you did come out beautiful." the man says, hand moving down the side of her freckled cheek, then her neck, then her shoulder, sliding the thin shoulder strap of her dress off her shoulder. His hands continue moving, hovering suspiciously over her breasts, slightly touching her stomach, resting on her hips. "You've grown from the infant I once held, nothing like her but you have captured her beauty." he mutters and with how close he is she can hear.
"Lover? You helped make me so I will be with you?" she asks sadly. It got worse.
"Of course. My one and only. Mine." he growls into her ear, the lays a kiss on her temple causing her cower away in fear.
"I'm sorry!" she shouts and she doesn't know why. What does she have to apologize for? She's done nothing wrong. "I'm sorry." she says softly. She doesn't know what happened to him in the past but it must have been bad to create a lover then be willing to wait for her to grow of age. Which, question, how old is he to help make her then for her all these years?
"Not to worry my dear. You are all mine, only mine." he smiles.
"I'm sorry." she says, now there is a reason. "I don't want you. I-I am in love with someone else, and we have a child together. I'm sorry." she tells him, tears streaming down her face. He backs away from her shocked, eyes wide as if he can't believe what she just declared. If she wasn't cold before then she is now, the look he gave her made it seem like she betrayed him.
He stomps away, going out the door. She didn't like that. What is he planning? She needed to get out of here like yesterday (if she's been here long enough). She couldn't think straight with her head hurting as bad as it is. What could she do anyway with her hands and feet tied up? She struggles in the shackles but it's no use, they won't come off that easy. If only she had Gladio to rip the chains off or Ignis to pick the locks.
The man comes back in the room, something in his hand. It's a syringe, with a long looking needle. Prompto starts freaking out. "No. No. No. no!" she cries as she shakes her head crazily.
"I'll just make you forget." he says. He says getting close to her.
Fat tears streaming down her face as she thrash. She can register her mouth moving but she doesn't know if she's screaming or if she's saying something. She open her eyes as she felt the needle into her neck. His hand roughly keeping her still. Slowly her vision darkened, the last thing she sees is his face glaring at him.
She thought about how she'll never see Astrum. She thought she'd see her baby again. This is it. At least she knows he'll be taken care of.
She would have liked to see Noct. She could never not love him, even if he is dense, she wish they could have been together. She would have loved going on a date with his nerdy ass. It would have been fun though.
She wish she could have found her family. Her found family. Hopefully they know much she loved them. They have made her unbelievably happy. Never in a million years did she think she'd be at a table eating dinner with other people.
They will never find her, and she can't escape, forever in this mans arms.
Good bye.
