Rotten Innocence Pt. 1 JeromeXReader
Darkness. There’s no poetic way of describing what I see. The only thing I see. My vision is blinded by an itchy black cloth bag that somebody very kindly shoved over my head, without my consent. Now I am being led every which way, a firm hand gripping my upper arm and pulling me along like a stroppy child.
This day started out average, nothing peculiar. It was only tonight when I was out for a late night grocery trip that things took a turn for the worse. As I was walking along the gloomy streets of Gotham, plastic bag twisting around my fingers, the bright lights of the city skyline began to disappear.
Every second more lights went out and draped the city in black. I continue walking. The darkness finally reaches my footsteps and I can no longer see where I’m headed. The alleyways, the nooks and crannies of the city all merge into a deep, endless oblivion.
That’s when I sense something behind me, just a suspicion. I turn to me faced with more black, if there is something there, it could strike at any moment.
And strike it did. I feel a hand dart around my waist, pulling me closer to my captor. A second hand shoves itself around my mouth, blocking all of my attempts to scream. Then the bag is thrown over my frantic head and a strong force carries me further into the darkness, kicking and resisting. It isn’t enough.
I am flung into, what I think to be the boot of a vehicle. My head crashes into the harsh metal floor, knocking me out cold.
The last thing I can recall is hearing laughter.
Laughter so menacing, so cruel and so unbelievably wicked that it can only belong to one person