This is going to be a short one and I know I have a ton of requests to do and I'll be doing them once I get an idea. A special request will be coming up shortly for Golden Wind and then I'll be doing requests for Stone Ocean and Steel Ball Run before going back to Phantom Blood or Battle Tendency.

This is actually DIO x Suicidal Reader. The story will be written down like a diary until almost the very end, then it's a diary writing again.

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12 June 1987

2 months ago, I was his. He was looking for a new pet to claim, I just happened to be in the wrong place. There was a girl of black skin, pretty emerald eyes and her hair longer than mine, the color of black, just like her skin.

When he pulled back her veil, his long fingers and nails went deep into her neck, and a flash before my eyes I see, that she fell on the ground like a rag doll. I was terrified, but I couldn't scream. I saw his santanic smirk, his dark reds shining light like the color of a poppy flower.

"My dear," His voice was calming, "I apologize for my wickedness. Let me make it up to you. You'll see, I'm not that man." I knew that was a fucking lie, but I fell and fell into his deep pit of manipulation.

That night, I became his. Those nights after, I became his. I was... his sex slave... that's all I am.

My parents wanted me to marry some rich ugly looking prick. Instead, they think I ran away. In this messed up society, you're non existant if that happens. At least, I don't get birthday presents from my family anymore.

13 June 1987

Today, this morning while the devil was asleep, I saw a knife, sharp and murderous. I tried stabbing myself, but it failed because I screamed at the pain I did to my arm. He woke up to bring me back to bed and slapped me, berating me.

But, once he noticed what he was doing, he pretended to be the nice guy. Caressing my cheek where he made the mark, saying apologies and things in my ear that went through the other, that fucking bastard.

I have been suicidal ever since I was 8. I was known for my beauty, I didn't have any education until I forced myself to go. Education was my safe zone, all of that went to bullshit. I'm 16 now and in his arms.

He had other girls that were good looking than me, but he killed them instead of me. This world wants me to suffer, doesn't it?

23 June 1987

For the past 10 days, I've been nothing but his. I've fallen for him, again, and again, and again.

This is the last time.

The fucking last time.

Y/N opens up DIO's drawer and pulls out the box of matches and the rose that DIO gave her a time ago. Right now, DIO is finding another book to read, so this is the final time that she'll be able to make a move.

She lights up the match and she locks the door, making sure none of his servants don't come in either. The rose starts withering in her hand,

"I'm not under his spell anymore."

She puts the match in her mouth and lights up another match, putting the fire on her arm, screaming as she feels the fire all over her skin and body, hearing knocks on the door and an old lady voice saying,

"Are you Alright in there, dear?"

Then, a loud booming noise,
"ZA WARULDO!"

When he says that, the rose in her hand starts withering into dust and she's already dust.

When DIO comes in to see the sight, he feels a bit of sorrow in his heart. But, he doesn't let it show. Time starts back again and the old lady, Enya, looks up at him with a smirk,

"Another woman to not worry about."
"She was Y/N, you idiot old hag! She was here before your arrow handling ass came!"
"Lord DIO!"
"It's the truth and you're smirking over the woman that I had kept in this room?! Go back to handling the books or some shit you do, Enya!"
"Y-Yes, Lord DIO."

23 June 1987

Y/N's gone...

I had to tell Enrico Pucci to cancel our meeting tomorrow. I didn't tell him why, but he listened to my order.

How long will I mourn this suicidal beauty for? Days? Maybe just that day? Months? Why should I mourn for her anyways?

Probably because I didn't kill her. I should've. Something about her kept me from doing it.

I read her diary and most of these are true. She felt miserable the whole entire time she was here. Isn't that what women are suppose to feel when they're with me, DIO?

But, the only thing wrong that she wrote was, "That night, I became his. Those nights after, I became his."

No, my dear. It was certainly the opposite.