Can I please request The Collector taking his favorite pet/collection person through the hotel knowing that they’re easily startled and will be scared by everything. (And maybe he lets the reader cling to him to make them feel safer when they beg). I wonder if he would be soft with the reader or if he would just enjoy watching you jump at every little thing until they finally break down and start crying and panicking.
☆ I really enjoyed writing this one! I'm sorry for the delay, hope you like it <3 ☆
-> Summary: Asa decides to take you on a walk around the hotel and see how you react to his favourite pieces but, why?
Tags: GNReader, Collector [not Asa], implied dark themes such as torture or kidnapping but nothing is too hard, Asa enjoys seeing reader afraid, fluff? at the end.
-> Triggers: knifes, kidnapping, torture, petplay, unhealthy relationship and Stockholm Syndrome.
Please tell me if you find any mistake
The uncomfortable position would make your muscles hurt as soon as you woke up but, for now, a deep sleep was saving you from the pain and from being heavily thirsty.
Your eyes twitched and you woke up when you heard the metal latches that sealed your box, unlock. You whimpered and squeezed your eyes shut when the bright light that came from the "ceiling" damaged your eyes.
You were not capable of remembering how long you had been with him, it could be months, weeks... It was hard to measure time well since trying to get out of the box on your own was completly forbidden.
However, as badly as you were treated, you knew that he had specimens treated worse and you somehow had a feeling, deep inside, that he may were becoming fond of you —you were given more meals and water than usual, he opened the door more often to check how you were doing and someday you even found a blanket in the box he put for you to be more comfortable—. Lately, he was even taking you out often for different activities like checking that you didn't have any injury or even bathing you once!
So, when you heard his characteristic low purring, you opened your docile eyes and looked at him, resisting the burning light, waiting for his instructions.
"Get out, pet", he indicated opening the box's door fully before standing away and towering over your wooden shelter, "Today I'll be taking you out on a walk"
He took out a thick collar and put it on you with a sadistic smile. Then, he grabbed a black leash he had tied to his belt and hooked the leash to the metal piece of your collar before pating your head lovingly.
"All done... Stand up and follow me"
You stood up with trembling legs due to the bone ache and looked curiously around the room you were into. It was a white, bright room of shelves full of different jars. You yelped at a weird sound and fixed your sight on one glass jar that contained a living tarantula that was tapping the glass, asking to be freed. Asa tugged softly at your leash to call your attention and you turned your head to look at him.
"You'll see better things. Now, come on"
He then took you through endless corridors, ocassionally tugging the leash if you were about to activate some trap, the way you always soundly gulp and how your throat violently bobbed when you notice the sharp trap only spreading a smile on his lips "Nuh-uh, pet. Believe me, you don't want to give one more step". After a while, when you begin to think that you are just walking in circles and that he just wanted to scare you with his traps display, he stopps abruptly in front of a large metal door.
He turned his head the slightest so he could look you from the corner of his eye and gave you a short order: "Open it"
Hesitantly, you nodded and raised your hand towards the irony gate, which left a creepy screech on its way. Asa let you lead the way and stood behind, eager to see the expression in your eyes when you would see his best creations.
There was a long path in front of you. Huge, blue tubes filled with what seemed to look like water were set at both sides of the path and they had exposed the most bizarre creations the Collector ever made, his masterpieces.
You couldn't help the violent shivering that covered your body the moment you noticed what really was inside those containers. Tears were starting to roll down your cheeks from your wide, terrified eyes but before you could scream a gloved hand grabbed your chin.
Asa turned your face to look at him, his dark gaze was burning you as he licked his lips. He was eyeing you as a predator and you couldn't do anything apart from being stoned in front of him.
"Oh, pet", he was caressing your cheek with his thumb as your shocked brain petrified you, "You're too lovely to belong here, among the amalgams and the hybrids. You belong by my side, alive, where you will always be".
Asa freed your face from his deadly grasp but continued to watch your body language while reading your frightened eyes. Suddenly, you threw yourself into his arms, startling him and causing him to take out his knife and aim at your back as a reflex actions, but your intentions were not to hurt him. You were hugging him.
You buried your head on the crook of his neck as you sobbed soundly, handfuls of his black sweater on your hands as you grasped at his back, holding yourself there so you wouldn't fall because of your shaking legs.
Asa put away his knife with a relieved sigh and tilted his head so his cheek would caress your head, his mouth just a few inches away from your ears. "Now, now, pet", he cooed.
"I want to go back to the box, please, please. I don't like this place, please." you begged through gasping breaths and sobs. Your voice was more like a whisper and he wouldn't be able to understand you if it weren't because your face was next to his ear.
Asa raised a hand to your head and patted you softly, caressing your head and neck in one, long movement. You remained like that for an eternity, your hugged figures reflected the soft blue gleam that emanated from the tubes around aa you stood in the middle of the room.
It felt like hours when Asa decided to interrupt your sobbing with a tug of your leash and a simple command —kneel—, successfully stopping your whimpers as you froze, terrified. You lift your head to meet his dark, calm eyes. His brow is slightly furrowed as he patiently waits for you to obey, because he knows you will.
You swallow thick as you slowly do as ordered with trembling knees, your sight never leaving his face for any hint of his next movement. But Asa took out his knife again and you couldn't help but feel a knot in your throat as you look down to the floor with squeezed shut eyes, preparing yourself for the inminent pain that would soon arrive.
Instead, you hear the quick sound of fabric breaking and as you open your eyes you see Asa holding a piece of the leash in his hand.
"Stand up and come with me. Follow my steps and don't get distracted"
And so he turned on his heels and started walking towards the metal door, only stopping at the entrance when he saw that you were not following him yet. He tilted his head and tapped the door with his knuckles to call your attention, "I won't repeat myself, pet".
The new walk was different. Asa was different.
He was going first as he led the way, in front of you, and he wasn't holding you near by the leash. He trusted you enough to know that you won't be running away and that you were following him so he didn't turn back to check not even once.
After roaming through corridors and a couple of stairs, you arrived at another door. It was in a place of the hotel you never had been before, clean and well-kept. The door is light brown and Asa gives you a quick look before opening it and coming inside the new room.
"You will be living here from now on. I'll come sometimes to bring you food or water" He speaks before stepping aside from the entrance to let you take a look.
The room is clean and smells fresh. Windows are kept shut with wooden planks that let some air enter but doesn't allow a proper view of the outside nor a hand pass through. The bed is in the centre of the room, typycal hotel disposal, it's a full size bed with a couple of blankets that rest at the end of it.
The room has a big wardrobe, too, and a door that, you suppose, leads to a bathroom.
"That's the bathroom" You hear Asa confirm your suspicion. Seems like you were staring the door for too long. "Let me show you"
Asa pushed the door softly and looked at you, an invitation.
The bathroom has been made a few changes from what you remember one. There's no mirror and the bath has had its courtains removed. The toilet is untouched aside from the tank, which has its usual porcelain piece replaced by a light wooden piece that covers the water container. There's no metal, porcelain, glass or any dangerous material that you could use to hurt yourself, just wood and what seems to be a hard kind of plastic.
"I'll bring you some towels later" He said before probing around his pockets and taking out a walkie talkie, "If you need anything just tell me. 60km. I'll hear you".
And after that, he left without further explanations, already taking his key to lock the door from outside.
"Wait! Collector!" Your called for him before he could leave.
He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head, inquiring you to continue.
You asked softly as you tried to swallow your fear, trying to read his dark gaze while you fidget with the radio in your hands "Just...I'm- why?"
"You have passed your exam".
And before you could ask further questions the door was closed and locked with a loud thump, keeping you inside that weird atmosphere of safety and comfort.
