Dark!Stalker!EnglandxReaderx2pEngland - Part 1

Knight in Neon Pink Armour

With a sigh you flipped the sign to on the door to ‘Closed’ and locked the front door. Your boyfriend and co-owner of the bakery, Oliver Kirkland, had headed home early, leaving you to finish dealing with the customers for the last hour of the day. You didn’t mind, but this past hour had gone so slowly you couldn’t believe it. Oliver had been insisting all week that he ‘had a surprise for you’, but refused to give you any more information.

“I’ll find out when I get home” you said to yourself for the eighth time that afternoon. Turning from the door, you set about cleaning the bakery of all the discarded wrappers. You mopped the floors afterwards and returned to the kitchen to clean up whatever mess remained in there, not noticing the pair of emerald eyes that watched your every move.

Once you were finished, you headed out the back door, making sure to lock up behind you before heading towards your car.

The moment you sat in the driver’s seat, a knife appeared behind you and was pressed to your neck. Noting that the knife was unfamiliar, you tried to scream, but another hand clamped over your mouth.

“Sorry love, but you won’t get your surprise from Oliver just yet” was the last thing you heard before you blacked out.

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Waking up a few hours later, you panicked, as anyone who had been abducted would. You were normally calm in these situations, but that may be due to the fact that this was how you first met Oliver. There was also the fact that you’d fought off Luciano, Kuro and Lutz on three separate occasions, so there wasn’t much that could scare you.

So why were you scared now?

Because you knew that voice and it wasn’t because it sounded like Oliver’s. No, that was the voice of your old stalker, Arthur Kirkland. Oliver had chased him off a few times when he’d approached you, but he’d never done something as drastic as this.

“Sleeping beauty awakes” you snapped your eyes open, attempting to find the source of the voice. You didn’t expect the room to be pitch black, you presumed that would be too cliché for Arthur, but apparently it wasn’t.

“I’m here love” he continued. This time you felt movement nearby, the movement of air on your bare legs.

Wait, bare legs?

You wore trousers at the bakery so you wouldn’t ruin any dresses with flour or icing, so Arthur had changed your clothes while you were unconscious. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any creepier, you felt the sharp blade of knife press against your cheek hard enough to break the skin, drawing blood. Movement followed again as Arthur moved away. The movement was swiftly followed by the light being turned on, making you close your eyes against the sudden brightness.

What you saw when you re-opened them surprised you.

The room you were in was relatively large. Every available inch of wall had a picture of you on it; the only thing safe was the small window above the bed behind you. You were currently on a sofa, your hands tied behind your back with rope with the same length of rope reaching down to your tied ankles.

“What the hell?” you questioned, looking away from your short red dress to the man who’d dressed you in it.

“What do you mean by that love?”

“Why am I here? And what’s with the dress?”

“Oh, that” he muttered. Arthur walked back over to you and sat on the sofa next to your legs, casually flipping a blade over in his hand.

“Well, I’ve become rather obsessed with you and I want you to be mine, but I know you’ll reject me as long as you have Oliver. So I brought you here and made you look even more beautiful than normal. Then I sent a few pictures to Oliver to let him know where you are, so he’ll try and rescue you and I can kill him. That way you’ll be mine for eternity and no-one can take you away from me” he calmly explained.

You attempted to move as far away as possible, but that was rather difficult considering that he was on the same sofa as you. The moment you shuffled away, Arthur followed, shuffling until he was sat next to your chest.

“Now now love, don’t try to run away from me” he told you, placing the knife against your exposed shoulder. You stilled, but he moved the knife anyway, cutting down your arm to the rope around your wrists.

“You’ll find that I’m not as nice when you run” he finished. Your eyes followed the movement of the knife as it came to rest on your cheek again, leaving another wound parallel to the first, after which he flipped the knife again before putting it away in his jacket. Arthur kissed your injured cheek gently before getting to his feet. You watched him walk out of the door, which was invisible against the rest of the walls, and you could hear him lock it behind him.

Once you heard his footsteps moving away from the door, you started to twist your wrists in an attempt to get free, but the ropes only seemed to coil tighter around your wrists and ankles. Pain flared in your arm, so you looked to the wound Arthur had inflicted. It wasn’t a deep cut, but it did leave a long red line from your shoulder to the rope around your wrists.

You started crying, not intentionally, you didn’t want to cry because of Arthur. He couldn’t think that you were scared of him, but at the same time, you couldn’t stop crying. Knowing that there was no hope of escape unless you got that knife off of him, you were hit by a realisation you never wanted to make. You had to wait to be rescued.

However, that didn’t bother you as much as it should, because you could trust your ‘knight’ to rescue you. Your knight in neon pink armour.