#donut writes

It was yet another day, working in the bustling city of New York. You had just finished up your shift at the jewelry shop you had been working at for a few years now even though Sykes had insisted that you quit because of his concerns for your "safety", but you kept working there, nonetheless. Walking down the sidewalk, you spotted a payphone down a few yards, so you began walking over because you didn't have a chance to call your boyfriend Sykes while at work.

Luckily when you went over you had just the right amount of change to make a five-minute phone call. You put the coins in and pressed in his number into the metal buttons and waited patiently for him to pick up. Finally, after a few seconds you heard the phone pick up, but it sounded like he was a little irritated. "Who is this? and what do you want?" his voice answered in a sharp tone. You cleared your throat before speaking up. "Bill, it's me y/n" You replied in the speaker, you heard him take a deep breath before hearing a much softer tone from him. "Oh, hey sweetheart, look I'm a bit busy at the moment, and I have some important matters to deal with a client. Just, don't come by today okay baby? I'll see you tomorrow."

You were about to answer him back and ask why you couldn't see him today, but he hung up the phone, making the pay phone beep. You sighed hanging up the phone, putting it back on the stand as you began walking away down the sidewalk once more. It was odd, usually he let you come over even if he had an important "meeting" with someone, and he'd make you wait in another room, but not this time. Your mind raced with different thoughts, "was he alright?" "Is something bad happening and he just didn't want to tell you about it?" You just couldn't stop thinking about all of the different possibilities and intrusive thoughts until you just waved your hand over to a taxi, making one stop and pull over in front of you before you went in. "Take me to 'Sykes shipping and storage' warehouse next to the Brooklyn Bridge please."

Only 10 minutes later, you had made it to the warehouse. The taxi pulled over, receiving the money you gave him before hopping out of the car and walking over to the front of the Warehouse. When you walked to the door, you tried ringing the security doorbell, yet there was no answer, you tried again only to receive more silence. It frustrated you immensely, but then you remembered of a door he had towards the back of his warehouse, and since it was hardly noticeable, there was no camera installed near there. Jogging over, you finally made it to the back, (RIP if you're wearing heels) the door was pretty jammed up but you managed to push it open and walk in, being greeted by the dark and coldness of the Warehouse.

You walked in slowly, trying to find where his office was, even with the dim light that beamed through the small windows on the high walls. You kept walking along until hearing some muffled voices behind the door that you realized was Sykes office. You slowly crept over, trying to be as quiet as you could as you leaned your ear against the door, hoping that your scent didn't alert the Dobermans, Roscow and Risotto but it didn't sound like they were in there this time. You could hear Sykes muffled voice along with another man's voice, sounding like they were both having a normal conversation together, but it quickly escalated when you heard someone get up, and the voices in there began to get louder and more intense until the other man's voice sounded like he was begging for something after hearing a loud muffled smack, making your adrenaline start to pump, and doing the irrational decision of opening the door.

Your eyes widened. Sykes had the man up in the air, gripping onto his collar and ready to strike a punch at him before he froze to turn back and see you in the doorway with your hand clutching on the doorknob, and the other on your coat. He looked at you with a frustrated and wild expression, his gaze piercing into yours with his uneven heavy breathing from the punch he had landed on the man. The man was gripping on Sykes large hand with both of his, struggling to get his hand off. Blood was draining out of the man's nose, draining down onto his hands and spreading onto Bill's large ones, but it didn't matter to Bill, because you were more important at the moment. "W-what are you doing bill? What's going on?" You asked. You could barely control the shakiness in your tone, not letting up your gaze at the scene. "I told you to not come here, didn't I?" he asked, his voice turning cold like the temperature in the room. "I was worried." you stammered out. he grunted at your words, before finally releasing the man, letting him drop to his knees.

The man thanked Sykes profusely, but getting up and walking away, he was met with a bullet in the back. The noise rang in your ears, you saw the mans body crumple onto the floor making your blood run completely cold, and your head began to grow dizzy. You couldn't move, you watched the blood pool on the cold tile floor, and all Sykes responded with, was a cigar he lit up as he put the gun back into his desk. "He should've known to pay when the moneys due. I already gave him a chance." Sykes spoke in a rather calm but bone-chilling voice. He put the lighter down, turning his body slightly towards you before he took a step near you, the sound echoing in your ears.

He tried to put his hand onto your shoulder, but you pushed it away making him pull his hand away as he let out the smoke from his nostrils. "What have you done?" You asked him, your voice trembling just as much as your body did when your eyes kept fixated still on the man's corpse. Sykes let out a tired sigh trying to think of how to put it into words. He didn't say anything for a long moment there, only continuing to smoke before he went down and grabbed you up by the arm, not hard, but enough for you to snap your gaze away from the body.

"Listen sweetheart, lives cruel. If you don't know the extent of what you're gettin' into, you're gonna end up like that man." He explained. He noticed the tears welling up in your eyes, so he wiped your eyes with his thick thumb. "Aw, don't cry now. Just think of this as walking into some unfortunate "business". You glared at Sykes seeing almost no sort of real sympathy, but there was still a care for you in his gaze behind his glasses. You wanted to stay strong, but what you had just witnessed was enough to make you want to pass out, you didn't realize the extent he would go to just for money, but now you knew. You then burst into tears, your smaller frame shaking as your hands went to your face and you leaned over slightly. Sykes eyes widened a bit but he embraced you in almost a mock of sympathy. "Aww baby, it's okay. I'm not going to kill you if you owed any money if that's what you're worried about." He consoled, only for you to speak up. "You're a monster".

He looked down at you, still watching how your body shaked with each sob you let out. He inhaled more of the cigar smoke, the cigar turning a bright shade of red before he took it out of his mouth and smashed it down into the ashtray. His grip on you tightened more before he pulled you away from his chest and sat back onto his office chair, making the seat squeak in the silence of the room. "You can call me that sweetheart, call me whatever ya want. But just know that I'm your monster, and you're stuck with me for good."

His words rang in your ears like a bell, you sniffled, wiping away your tears and runny nose with your jacket sleeve as you looked at him. You wanted this all to be fake, a dream, anything. But you knew it was real, more real than anything else you had experienced in your life, and you were gonna have to live with it...