Encrypted Strings (Spamton x Reader)

Chapter 8. Captive

A whiff of orange flashed in your eye followed by darkness and the disgusting smell of heavily poured on cologne. The scent was familiar but you couldn't put your thought on the name.

The darkness continued, and squirming out of the bag that had been put on your head wasn't an option. You were stuck in the arms of someone.

"Get off of me!" You roared.

Attempting to summon your spear, you mustered any strength you had into your hand and soul.

Nothing happened.

A hand wrapped around your throat leading up to your mouth. He was trying to put a gag in your mouth. You refused to let him pry your lips open.

"Move your darn lips!" The male voice boomed.

He dug his fingers through your lips into your gums and pried your jaw open.

You couldn't bite back.

"We can't have you screaming, now can we?" He teased, but it was more threatening than funny.

The man added a cloth into your mouth and tied it to the back of your head. At this point, you could barely breathe and most definitely couldn't call for help.

The stench of cologne was overpowering. You were grateful that you wouldn't smell as well either.

"Mhpphmh!" The sound of muffled screams and speech passed through the man's head. He didn't care nor did he bother to listen.

Something grabbed your legs. You tried to scream once more but it failed. You even kicked, but the man still held on.

The man slapped you over his shoulder onto his back like a sack of potatoes.

"Now little 'Knight'," The name was patronizing. "You better keep your mouth shut or else I'll have to knock you on that smart little noggin of yours."

You heard the noise of a metal clashing around. The man had started moving. He was certainly moving something. It was anything metal but you couldn't quite figure out what it could be.

You kept screaming muffled insults and cries for help, but he wouldn't even consider letting you go. You soon realized that the man who had taken you was an emotional husk. He simply did not care for you.

The carrying still lasted on. Even with all the kicking and screaming, it was useless. He had gagged you and wrapped a bag onto your head. You couldn't see and it was scaring you. You didn't even know who had taken you or why. There was so many questions that needed to be answered but probably would never.

A sudden thought burned; What would happen to you?

Determination erupted into your soul.

You weren't going to die today, no, certainly not today.

A spark formed in your hand. The spark turned into flames that condense into the beautiful spear, laced in multicolored flames, that you had once familiarized yourself with before.

The man carrying you panicked.

"Oh no you don't!" He lashed out.

"Mph!" Which translated to, "Oh yes I do!"

You took the spear in your hand and plunged it into one of the hands holding you.

The man let out a disgusting cry, followed by blood rapidly spewing out from his hand and gushing onto your clothes.

"That's it!" The man was restraining tears, but was fuming with pain and rage.

He would not let go of you.