⎯ The Divine of Judgment⎯ || BSD x Reader

The Forbidden Fruit | 041 |

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[ Chapter 41 || The Forbidden Fruit ]

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As she slept, [Y/n] detected an alarming amount of negative energy radiating from somewhere around her.  It seemed like an ominous cloud of darkness surrounded them. [Y/n] slowly opens her eyes and groggily lifts herself up from the plush bed. As she looks around the room, her eyes widen in surprise—she is in a luxurious bedroom with gold accents and fine furniture. She tries to remember how she got here, but her mind is blank. Suddenly, she hears footsteps approaching, and she quickly turns around to see Fyodor.

Fyodor swept his intense gaze across the room until he landed upon [Y/n], sitting just within the threshold of the bed. Everything about her, from the way she laid with her chin tilted ever-so-slightly upward, to the locks of silky hair cascading down her back, to the shimmering light in her eyes, was breathtakingly divine.

He couldn't help but speak his thoughts aloud. "Ah, the queen has awakened," he said, a sly smile curving his lips. "And what a formidable queen you make, my dear [Y/n]." His eyes glittered with dark admiration as he took her hand into his own, pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles, his thumb sweeping over the sensitive flesh of her palm. Disgusted by his insincere display of affection, she pulled her hand away. 

Without much thought, [Y/n] raised her pointer finger, ready to activate her ability to judge him. However, something stopped her, and she realized that she couldn't take the risk of confronting him without a plan. She knew better than to confront someone like Fyodor without knowing the full extent of his capabilities. Fyodor's evil tendencies were far more sinister and sadistic than anything she had ever encountered.

Fyodor grins when he sees [Y/n] lower her hand when [Y/n] scowls and demands answers. "What the hell is going on here? Why am I in this room?" she snaps. Fyodor chuckles and takes a seat in a nearby chair. "You were injured after your fight, with your ability, so I brought you here. You are an important asset to my goal. I can't have you away from here," he says with a smirk.

[Y/n] narrows her eyes at him. "Thanks but no thanks. I want to leave now," she demands. Fyodor tilts his head and stands up. "I'm afraid that's not possible, my dear." Fyodor moved closer to [Y/n] with a sense of predatory determination in his eyes. His intense gaze bore into her, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. She tried to scoot back on the bed, putting some distance between them, but Fyodor mirrored each of her movements with precision. She could feel his hot breath on her neck, as he leaned in and whispered in a low, dangerous voice.

"You are the most precious of jewels." He continued. "You shine brighter than any diamond or gemstone, and your worth cannot be measured by any earthly standard." As Fyodor reached out towards her, his cold touch sent shivers up her spine. She could feel his fingers tracing up her neck and onto her chin, and as she looked into his eyes, she was met with a fierce and terrifying determination.