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bloodyknucklesandbleedinghearts · 2 years

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Warnings: stalking, kidnapping, noncon touching/groping, detailed sexual assault, implied noncon, Melone being creepy, Melone is a warning of his own tbh

“Fuck, what time is it?” I groaned, throwing an arm over my face to block out the sun that always managed to find its way over my curtains and into my room.

“And why’s it so cold?” I shivered, using my other hand to feel around for my blankets to pull them further up.

I always went to sleep with two blankets, but this morning I only felt one as I pulled it up to my neck and turned over.

Waking up with one blanket was not unusual with my tendency to move around in my sleep, but the smell of sweat and something earthy coming from my blanket was.

Come to think of it, my mattress felt off too… it didn’t feel soft and comforting, instead it felt like I was sleeping on cold, hard concrete with nothing but a thin layer of spongy foam under me.

Suddenly very awake, I shot up and looked around.

This was not my home….

This was not my room….

Who were these men on the floor?

Where was I?

Instead of walls with warm grey paint, the walls were concrete with chips and cracks scattered here and there.

Instead of a clean, wooden door, there was a dirty metal door leading into the room.

Instead of windows with curtains, there were windows with bars.

Instead of a bed with a soft mattress under me, and three warm blankets on top of me, I was on top of a shitty little mattress on the concrete, covered by a thin blanket with the same kind of stains as the mattress.

Instead of a mirror facing the bed with a dresser under it, there was a mirror that was built into the wall facing the ratty, stained mattress.

Thoroughly disgusted by the realisation that I had practically cuddled into unknown stains, I threw the blanket off of me and stood up, trying to figure out the best course of action.

I wasn’t sure if waking up any of the men would work, so I started towards the door, wondering if it might be unlocked.

I placed my hand on the handle and pushed, then pulled.

Neither worked.

“Y-Y/N?” A groggy voice asked.

“…hello?” I looked around the room.

A couple of the men were starting to stir, one of them was already sitting up. He seemed to be taking in the surroundings as well.

The man had black hair in a neat, black bob, and a hard expression on his face.

He seemed intimidating.

“Y/N… how did you get here?”

I turned around, noticing for the first time that there was another person in the room sitting up.

“Uh- Giorno?!” I walked over to him, crouching down in front of him.

“Hey….” Giorno smiled weakly.

“Giorno, who’s that?” A guy with a hat asked defensively, sitting up as well.

“She’s-” Giorno started, but the man cut him off.

“Get away from her! She must be an enemy!” He reached down, feeling along the top of his pants. “Where’s my gun?!”

“Why would they leave you your gun?” I shook my head.

“Mista, stand down.” The man with the black bob called. “Giorno seems to know her, I don’t think she’s an enemy. Besides, she’s in the same room we are, why would she be in here if she wasn’t in the same situation?”

“This is Y/N… we’ve been friends for a few years now.” Giorno explained. “Y/N, these are my… coworkers, Mista and Bucciarati.”

“It’s nice to meet you, though I wish the circumstances were better.” I smiled softly, reaching my hand out to the black-haired man.

“I agree.” He chuckled softly. “I’m Bruno Bucciarati.”

“Oh, you’re the Capo he talked abo- oh fuck.” I grit my teeth. “I am an idiot.”

“What?” Bucciarati asked, confused at my sudden change.

“This must be Prosciutto’s doing. I knew he looked out of place!”

“Prosciutto? Isn’t he from the hitman squad?” Mista spoke up.

“He bumped into me on the street and, out of instinct, I apologised immediately, though it was his fault. He apologised right after, and he told me not to worry about it. He introduced himself; I introduced myself; he asked me to grab coffee; I said no; we went our separate ways. After that I saw him a couple other times on the street, but I didn’t really think anything of it… god damn it.” I stood up, walking to the nearest wall and throwing a punch at full force. “Damn it!”

“What’s going on?” A man with white hair asked, standing up quickly.

“I’m going to kill him. If I see him again, I’m gonna rip his goddamn throat out with my TEETH.” I punched the wall again.

“Who are you?” He looked at me.

“Y/N, stop, you’re bleeding.” Giorno got up and grabbed my hand.

“We have more important matters, in case you haven’t noticed.” I hissed.

“Exactly, so stop getting worked up about something that you can’t do anything about now.”

“Fuck you and your emotional magic.” I panted. “Fine. What’s the move? What’re we gonna do?”

Before anybody could answer, the door creaked open, and two men entered.

One had purple hair and a sort of mask over his eyes, though there was a hole over the right one. His outfit was strange, except for the gloves it was all one piece, but the part over his torso was like a jacket, though most of the right side was missing. All of it was leather, and very form-fitting.

The man next to him was very recognisable. Blonde hair, expensive suit; this was the one who had brought us here, this was-

“Prosciutto! You bastard!” I yelled, starting towards him angrily.

“Y/N, that’s a bad idea.” Giorno held me back, struggling to keep me in place.

“I am going to KILL YOU!” I spat.

“She’s a lively one, that’s for sure.” The man in the eccentric outfit smirked.

“Don’t get too comfy there, you’re not fucking safe!”

“Are you planning to use her for anything?” He asked.

“No. I took her for two reasons. One, because she knew too much, since she was always around with that kid.” Prosciutto pointed at Giorno. “When I found out that he was the newbie, I figured I should take the girl too, just in case.”

“And the other?”

“The other reason is that I took a bit of an interest in her. She had good manners, and the way I saw her interact with others was quite nice, I never witnessed her being unkind. So gentle, so sweet… so cute.”

“Would you mind if I… got to know her a bit?”

“As long as you don’t break her, I don’t mind.” Prosciutto shrugged, walking to the door. “You can stay if you want, Melone, but I have better things to do than sit around and stare at prisoners.”

Giorno let me go as Prosciutto walked out.

“Melone?” I whispered to myself.

“Did you say something?” He was suddenly next to me.

“Damn, you’re fast.” I flinched. He chuckled at me.

“You’re Y/N, right? I must say, you’re prettier in person.” Melone murmured, practically drooling as he looked me up and down, his gaze lingering on my legs. “I thought you looked good in the photos, but they don’t even come close to the real thing.”

“Gross….” I stepped back as Melone tried to caress my cheek with the back of his hand.

“So beautiful,” Melone let out a shaky sigh as I glared at him, “oh, you’re perfect.”

“Your buddy left you alone in a room full of stand users, you really think you can win?” Mista scoffed, interrupting the creepy interaction.

“He wouldn’t have done that if they didn’t have a plan.” Bucciarati warned him.

“It’s just him, no matter what the plan is we could beat him.” The white-haired man spoke.

“Abacchio,” Bucciarati stopped him, “that’s probably what they’re betting on us thinking.”

“That’s stupid! They can’t guess what we’re thinking!” A boy with black hair frowned angrily. “Can they, Fugo?”

“Not exactly, but they definitely have something up their sleeve if he’s completely fine being in here with us.” A man with blonde hair stood next to the boy.

“Guys… why won’t my stand come out?” Mista panicked.

“Cioccolata created a special little serum for all of you,” Melone’s smile turned malicious, “your stands are useless for an entire forty eight hours.”

I hadn’t noticed before, but there was a bandage on my upper arm, probably from when they injected the serum.

“So what happens after forty eight hours? You kill us?”

“Of course not! I would never kill you, bela. After forty eight hours, another injection will be administered to each of you.”

“How does it affect our stands? I’ve never met someone able to do that before.”

“I don’t know the exact science behind it, that’s his thing.” Melone grabbed my arm. “The only science I specialise in is anatomy.”

“What?” I tried to free my arm, but Melone was much stronger than me, despite only being about an inch taller.

“Don’t worry about it, Y/N,” he cooed, pulling me in and wrapping his arms around me, “you’re safe here, you don’t need your stand.”

“Let me go.” I struggled in his grip, letting out a yelp as he moved one of his hands down to my ass.

“You’re in such good shape, Bela.” Melone sighed, squeezing the back of my thigh before scooping me up bridal style.

“Hey! Put her down!” Giorno made a move to hit Melone, but stopped quickly when Melone turned so I would’ve been the one to be hit.

“Giorno, don’t do anything stupid.” I warned him. “I can handle myself, it’s best if you don’t fight him. Think about it, he isn’t the only one here; you knock him out, then what? Who knows how many people are out there, it could end very badly for us.”

“Quick thinker, aren’t you? Selfless, too.” Melone squeezed me to him a bit harder, leaning down to whisper in my ear, “You’d make a wonderful mother.”

“A WHAT?!” I put my hands on his chest and tried to push him away, hoping he would drop me, but he didn’t even budge.

“Leave her alone! She’s not even a part of this!” Giorno shouted.

“Nonono, stop! Remember what I said, you don’t have to get hurt, just… I’ll be back.” I assured him.

“What if you don’t come back?” Mista asked.

“Well, then you’re free to be as stupid as you want, but as long as I’m alive, I’m the one who makes bad decisions around here.” I smiled slightly at the guys before Melone carried me out of the room.

“Y/N!” I heard Giorno shout.

“I’ll be fine!” I screamed back.

As soon as we were out of earshot, the facade fell away.

“Where are you taking me?” I tried to squirm out of his grip, but he just changed the way he was holding me, wrapping my arms around his neck and keeping my body against his chest with one arm, and supporting me from the bottom with the other.

Melone carried me through the hallway, stopping at a slightly ajar black door and pushing it open.

“This… is a bedroom.” My breath caught in my throat as I remembered what he had said earlier. “I’m twenty, I’m not about to be a god damn baby mama for some psycho!”

“That discussion can wait,” he set me on the bed, “I just need to get to know you.”

“My name is Y/N, you know that much, isn’t that enough?” I squirmed as he climbed on top of me.

“I want to know everything about you,” he brought his face down to mine, staring into my eyes, “I want to know every curve, I want to touch all of you, I want to taste… all of you.”

I gasped as he nuzzled his face into my neck, inhaling deeply and letting out a breath that sounded a lot like a moan.

“You smell divine.” He licked a stripe up my neck. “And your taste… is…” I felt something hard against my thighs, “di molto bene.”

“Get off of me!” I tried pushing his shoulders.

“You’re different from other women I’ve seen,” he kissed the side of my neck, “I’m not usually… so aroused by every aspect.”

My eyes watered as he reached down to lift my shirt.

“No!” I held my shirt down with my hands, but it didn’t stop him.

He just straddled my waist, using both of his hands to rip my shirt in half from the top.

“I don’t want to use my stand on you,” he placed a hand on my stomach, rubbing it fondly, “I want to do this personally.”

“I am not going to carry a child, especially not yours!”

“Of course you are,” he brushed his knuckles against my cheek, “this is meant to happen, we’re meant to be together, Y/N.”

“You’re delusional.”

“No,” his hand trailed down to my breasts, grabbing my right one and squeezing lightly, “you just don’t see it yet. You’ll understand soon, I just need to help you. What better way to open your eyes than to have a baby?”

“Aside from the fact that I’m not having your child, there are so many better ways to open my eyes than to baby trap m- what are you doing?!” I squirmed as his hand let go of my breast and moved lower, tugging at the waistband of my pants to get them off.

“Just let this happen.” He shushed me, throwing my pants to the side.

“I will not just let this-” I yelped as he reached down my panties, running a finger through my folds and frowning when it came away dry.

“It doesn’t matter,” he pulled my panties down, unbothered by the swears I threw at him as I struggled, “I wanted to taste you anyways.”

Melone leaned down, placing his lips on mine. I kept my lips pressed together tightly as he swiped his tongue across my bottom lip, but accidentally parted them slightly in surprise as he bit down.

The feeling of somebody else’s tongue in my mouth wasn’t foreign to me, but the way Melone’s tongue left no part of my mouth untouched was much different. It was just as he said, he wanted to get to know every part of me.

I gasped as he pulled away, finally able to breathe again.

Panic began to settle in and I felt my body beginning to shake as I tried to control my breathing.

Of all the times to have a panic attack, of course it would be now.

“Oh, you’re shivering! Don’t worry,” he smiled in a way that was probably meant to be reassuring, but only made me feel even more uneasy, “you’ll feel warmer soon.”

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