AntiXReader| what're you doing to me?

Part 10: the escape

Anti's pov:
finally getting the gumption to treat this all how I normally would has been a huge relief on my psychie. I was beginning to see myself as weak and I should have known better than to play into their feble human emotions and mind games. They already know what I am and it's my duty to take them now and break them down. With the decision to kill them in mind; although it seems proper, I think they're catching on. If they try to get out of this, they've got another thing coming.

Y/n pov:
sitting in the bedroom, no longer allowed on the bed, with knots in my hair and shackles on my limbs. I try to lay down but he drags me back upwards. It's been 2 days since that morning coffee that changed everything. I can see now that Anti isn't going to break any time soon and won't be treating me the same as before. I felt betrayed, hurt, angry. I felt like there was a fire of rage burning behind my eyes every time I looked at him and saw the man; no, the thing, that seemed to care such a short time ago. In everything I've seen, his domestic performance was the most compelling.
"Are you finally understanding, y/n?"
I raise my brow at him tauntingly. As defeated as I might be, I'll never give him the satisfaction of seeing me at wits end.
"Define, 'understanding' and I might let you know." I mutter
"wrong fucking answer."
With that he raises a hand to my face and I begin struggling to breathe. I'm lifted off the ground grasping at my throat for air.
After being dropped back down and replenished with oxygen, he looks me in my face with his pitch black eyes.
"Now, to define understanding," He grabs my hair and pulls my head back, "do you, fucking, get it!" He spats and yells at me with a hand around my throat. I simply stare back at him baring my teeth in a sly smile.
"Why yes, sir. I do, fucking, get it."
I chuckle.
He throws me to the floor and at that, I begin planning my exit.

Anti's pov:
When something becomes so routine, you need ways to spice it up. What happened before wasn't right, but it sure felt better than what I'm used to. As I sit in my computer room and think about when I should kill them, I hear a rustling. They've been alone now for 15 minutes and I shouldn't let them think they get this down time. Isolation would mean nothing to them, so I stand and walk back to the door. Putting my hand to it to observe y/n before I walk out. As I peer into them, I can tell they have a shackle free. I'm shocked. I'm impressed even. I battle with myself on whether or not I should even say anything, or if I should wait until they fully try to run. Then I can truly punish them. As I turn the door handle slowly, I peer out and pretend not to notice.
Opening the door all at once I yell, "Snack time! I can't torture the dead."
Heading to the kitchen I sense them fit their hands so all seems fine.
As I return I toss a granola bar down in front of them.
"I'm not hungry." They add.
"Well that seems highly unlikely. Eat."
"I really don't want it, thanks though."
I smirk and kneel down to them, inches from their face and I pick up the bar to hand it directly to them. "I said eat it."
I'm rather close to their face and I can feel their breathing slightly. In the blink of an eye, they lean in and peck me on the lips.
I'm taken aback and drop the granola bar. I just look at them dumbfounded. Why would they pull that shit up again? What would they gain? They simply smile at me and giggle, watching as I become flustered.
I smack them hard and they fall sideways.
"Don't fucking move. I'll be back soon." And with that I retreat to the computer room once again.

Y/n pov:
a little surprise attack has never not been a great tactic. It got him off my back like I knew it would and now I have time to get the rest of the way free. Looking out the windows earlier I saw a simple way to swing down from the roof. It's a long shot and my ankles might pay a price but it'll be easy none the less. I watch the door for movement and listen to noise and I get my other hand free. The sound of the chains is loud but simply sounds like me shuffling, I'll have to be extremely cautious when I fully sit them down.
The light flicker out the window as the sun sets and time passes quickly. He still hasn't returned but I'm sure that means I don't have much time.
As the last chain finally slips free and I set them down taking care to not make a single noise, I stand slowly tiptoing to the window and cranking it open slowly. Thank God for old buildings. The creeks have me in trouble as the window pops open and the floor shifts uneasily. Clearly something is up and I hear Anti stand from his chair. I only have seconds to move as I swiftly hop out onto the roof, my feet sliding on the stones of factory roofing. Piping and old gravel make my steps unsettled and troubled but I don't have time. Anti bursts out of his room as I slip down the ladder and onto the street. Beginning to run I hear the same stone filled steps as I made, only much faster. I bolt around the building, up the block, and around the corner of and old down town shopping center. The abandoned brick clinging on for dear life chips as I grasp it and pull myself to the side of the wall. I'm out.
The air is chilled as I catch my breath and adjust my clothing. I can hear him coming.
And suddenly, the wind stops. The trees stop swaying, the birds stop chirping, the world was silent.
A voice in the distance exclaims, and I feel the terror rise in me.
"Someone forgot what I'm capable of."