𝕆𝕨𝕟 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 ~proxies x reader~

21

One of the first things Y/N wished to know is who this person was and why was she taken. Why has this person been tormenting her in her nightmares, whether he was actually real and so much more, until she thought of something.

Could he be... one of her dad's followers?

"Cat got your tounge, huh sunshine?" the man had tilted his head to the side, not taking his eyes off of the girl. Y/N jolted a bit, not expecting him to say anything else.

But... if he were her dad's follower, he woudn't actually do any harm to her, right? After all, she knew there was one way to test that:

Sentences between // ... // are the translation!

"Em..." Y/N gulped, but managed to form a sentence which she knew was gramatically incorrect, but hopefully understandable.

"Ti... rad s papa?" //you work with (my) dad?//

Despite the man's face being covered by an expressionless mask, his slight head turn gave Y/N the message that he was rather confused by her sentence.

F*ck what's the other word...

"Delat?" //working?//

"Vi...delati?" //you... work?//

The room was filled with silence after that.

Sh*t, I should have practised more with my family... Y/N thought as the staring contest continued. But the more the man was silent, the less hopefull she became that this was not one of her dad's followers...

A/N: I tried to make Y/N's sentences as inter slavic as possible since I wanted to give some representation to my fellow slavs. Slavic culture is very diverse in nationalities, religions, traditions, languages etc. which is why I leave the decision to you, dear reader, to feel free to choose based on your own accord, in case you want to.

The man was left confused, staring at her, wondering if he was the crazy one or if she's speaking gibberish to spite him. He was weirded out and thought maybe it was the drugs he put on the tissue...

Just to be sure...

"I know you speak English. Turn around." he responded, more so commanded to Y/N. She shaked her head no, thinking of the things that he could plan on doing if she didn't have her eyes on him.

"Would you rather have me take you like this to the bathroom, tied up like this?"

Y/N quickly turned around, is he really going to give me the chance to escape? she thought as she awaited for her hands to be free but was instead met with being grabbed by the forearm and almost dragged down the room. Her legs felt weak, but the bathroom was either way the only door in that whole room, yet those few steps hurt.

"You have 30 seconds" Her captor said, pushing her inside.

As the door behind her closed, Y/N looked around the so called "bathroom" that only had a toilet and a sink that looked as if you'd get tetanus just by looking at it. On the sink, two handles, only that one was detached and no where to be found, while the only one left was for the cold water. To it's side, a small overused bar of soap that seemed to have dust on it. No windows to escape through unfortunally. Not only did Y/N notice as well the big sticky stains that covered the floor, to which she could only pray it wasn't blood, but also several tissue packets thrown on the floor. Several different brands, some open, some not and such. What was the deal with that?

But now it was not the time to question the state of her surroundings, but more what will happend to her if she is not rescued soon. With no more time to lose, Y/N streched out her palms and started leaving her finger tips everywhere, up and down the sink, the walls around, the faucet, anywhere she could in those few seconds she was gifted by her captor. This, if anything, should help the police if they don't get here on time. She quickly washed her hands and dirty face after flushing, to which the masked man immediatly opened the door and stood behind her. Y/n was about to bend down to grab a tissue to dry off her hands, when the guy quickly grabbed her by the elbow before she could reach for one, turning her back towards him as he bonded her hands behind her with rope. "Don't touch me!" Y/N screamed and tried to free herself from him, but this only angered the man who grabbed her by the back of her head with his free arm and pushed her forwards, forcefully walking her back to her previous place, ignoring her pleas for freedom. Getting closer to that same corner where she had woken up at, Y/N quickly looked around some more, but noticed there where no more rooms, which honestly scared her even more now thinking how this way, if the man decides to not leave her out of her sight, she would be constantly supervised and therefore not be able to be sneaky enough to escape on her own. Y/N fell to her knees as the man pushed her down, where she tried to crawl away before the man grabbed her chin and turned her face towards him, forcing her to look directly at him, not caring about her whimpering in pain nor her pathetic attemps of pushing him off of her. Her body was far in less advantage now that her hands were tied behind her back, and now with the extra rope that was previously used on her legs... well, she'll notice soon.