Yandere!Izaya x Reader - The Angel's Prison (2/2)

Day after day, the torture continued, always ending in you refusing Izaya, and him punishing you by cutting off your airways before leaving you alone again. Deep purple bruises had formed on your neck from where his fingers had dug into you. 

Time went by, and you finally realised that no one was coming to save you. If God existed, he did not see you as an angel to be saved, and therefore left you as a prisoner to the king of Hell. Hades finally had Persephone in his grasp, and he would keep her in the Underworld with him for all eternity. 

You couldn't take the agony. Your throat was ruined from your screams, and your eyes were dry after all the tears you shed. As the knife dug into your thigh and tore the skin to shreds, your voice rang through the room as you desperately cried.

"I SUBMIT!!!!"

Izaya stopped abruptly, almost in surprise. If he was in the least bit, however, he hid it extremely well. "What was that, (Name)-chan?"

"I-I s-submit to you, I-Izaya.. P-please d-d-don't h-hurt me any-"

In an instant, the knife was gently pulled from your leg, and Izaya's smooth lips locked with your chapped ones. You whimpered slightly, yet quickly allowed him entrance. The male took his time exploring the caverns on your mouth, as if you were a prize he had just won. To him, you guessed you were.

When he finally pulled back, you dared to look at his face. Your breath hitched and your eyes widened as you saw a genuine, kind smile adorning his handsome features, pink lightly dusting his cheeks. Had you not known who he was, you wondered if you would've fallen for him there and then. It was a side he had never shown to anyone before; a side he only dared show you.

"I'm so glad..." he whispered. Cupping your cheek with his right hand, he gently caressed it. The tenderness in which he touched you was so foreign, yet it wasn't unwelcome at all. 

The kindness you had been craving for so long was finally being shown to you, and it brought tears to your eyes. In that moment, you didn't care if he was the very human who caused you all that pain in the first place; you just needed comfort. 

Upon seeing the tears run down your cheeks, the informant chucked sympathetically, wiping them away with both thumbs before lightly pecking your forehead. His lips lingered there for a few seconds until he decided to pull away.

"Silly (Name)-chan~," he scolded half-heartedly, making you look away in embarrassment. "To think you could have avoided all this pain had you only given in sooner. The result was the same~. You belong to me now."

From the back pocket of his trousers, he pulled out a single silver key. Eyes widened, you watched as he dangled it in front of you by his long fingers. Your captor reached for your shackled wrist, and in a swift motion, inserted the key into the lock. A satisfying click was heard, and it fell off almost immediately. Izaya moved onto the next one, and did the same. You couldn't help but gawk at the dark ringed bruises around them, but the information broker paid you no mind and simply moved onto freeing your ankles. The heavy iron collar enclosed around your neck was next. His fingers danced around the area, igniting your cheeks a blazing red. Another click. Izaya removed the key, and the chain fell to the stone hard floor.

Shakily, your hands reached up to feel the sore area. There was a large imprint in your skin, showing where head shackle had occupied for the entirety of your stay. You felt like a feather, and almost feared you would fly away if you didn't hold onto something. Izaya had stood up, and looked down expectantly at you. Getting the message, you stood to your feet, only for your knees to give out. Losing your balance, you crumpled back down, bracing for the pain. When it never came, you looked up in surprise to see Izaya's arms wrapped tightly around you, pressing you again him.

"Is my little (Nickname) a bit clumsy~?" he chucked before moving an arm behind your knees and another one behind your shoulders, lifting you up. Squeaking, you latched onto his neck, burying your face in his chest. The raven-haired male would never voice it to anyone else, but in that moment, he found you adorable, and was so happy to finally hold you in his arms. 

He journeyed up the basement stairs with you in tow, his grip firm. You didn't dare look up, not even wanting to see what expression his face held. After what seemed like ages, Izaya finally stopped in front of a door and swung it open. (E/c) eyes remained shut until he finally set down your bruised and battered body onto the plush bed situated in the centre of the room. The sheets felt cool against your skin and you shivered, running your injured hand over the fabric. 

Izaya, after seeing you contently settled, walked over to a nearby cabinet, and rummaged through its contents. After grabbing what looked like a first aid kit, he made his way back, and sat down next to you. With a flick, he opened the newly gained item, taking out some disinfectant, bandages, and a cloth. A cold ringed finger reached out to brush stray hairs away from your face before he gently dabbed the area with a wet towel set on the table, wiping away the sweat and dried blood that long stained your countenance. It was cool against your skin, and you felt at ease for the first time in ages.

Next, the bottle of disinfectant was picked up, and Izaya opened it, swabbing the liquid all over the cloth. Softly, he dragged the material over your many cuts and gashes. It was difficult not to hiss out in pain, yet somehow, you managed. 

Once he was done, he put it back in the kit and, tremendous care, wrapped bandages all around the worse areas. You had to admit that having your wounds dressed made you feel a lot better, and they didn't hurt as much when they had nothing scraping against them. 

With a contented hum, Izaya packed away, sliding the box under the bed in preparation for when he would have to change your bandages again. Pulling the covers over your frail body, he leaned in to kiss your lips. The contact made your face go wild, and it didn't help when the informant moved his head to the side, heat tickling your ear as he whispered.

"Get some sleep, (Name)-chan~. I love you~"

Before you could stop yourself, your arm latched out, and grabbed onto his slender wrist. He gave you a questioning look, and you only widened your eyes in return.

"Um.. uh... I... Er..." you let go, looking away in embarrassment, yet Izaya just smirked in response, crimson orbs gazing at you playfully. 

"Miss me already~?" he asked

You fidgeted, not wanting to unleash his inner demon again - especially when he was being nice. It was a lot better than the ruthless fiend he had been moments ago. However, you just had to know, and though it defied all logic, you had to ask.

"I-Izaya-kun... W-why d-did n-no o-one f-f-find me?"

Silence.

Shutting your eyes tightly, you gulped and turned your head away. Great going, (Name), you had really done it this time.

A warm hand met with the top of your head, and you opened your (e/c) orbs in surprise. Izaya was looking at you with an almost tender expression, and you saw no malice in the vermillion.

"No one ever came looking, (Nickname)." He repeatedly stroked your head in an attempt to calm you, but you slapped his hand away, shaking your head.

"No. I don't understand. You're lying!"

He sighed in response and stood up. "They left you for dead. You know what I'm saying, right? You're a smart girl~" 

The informant shuffled towards the door, but not before looking back at you one last time.

"They never cared." 

The door slammed shut, and all you could do was cry.