Smooth Criminal (La Squadra x Reader)

Chapter 1

"Sofia? What are you-"

You smiled, stabbing the needle of a syringe through the rubber that covered the top of a vial containing a neuromuscular blocking agent. Turning the vial and syringe upside down, you drew the plunger back to withdraw a small dosage of the drug into the syringe. You set the vial down and tapped the syringe to remove air bubbles before you turned your attention to the man behind you.

In the small red room that lacked any furniture apart from the wooden desk that held your medical supplies, the man was seated on a wooden chair, bound to it by a rope.

"Y-You're not going to... Inject me with that, are you?"

You lifted your vacant hand to cover your mouth as you laughed loudly, almost maniacally. The man, confused by your actions, awkwardly chuckled along with you. After a few moments of unrestrained laughter that brought tears to your eyes, you returned to the task at hand and composed yourself, erasing any expression from your face, and finally spoke up, "Take a wild guess."

"This isn't.. One of your kinks, is it?" He waited for a response from you, which you didn't give him the pleasure of receiving. Then, he continued, "Is this roleplay? What do you want me to do? I'll do it."

You twirled the syringe between your fingers and smirked, "Just sit still and look pretty." You stepped closer to the chair he sat on, towering over his form. Leaning down, you whispered in his ear. "If you don't, I might kill you."

He nodded, anticipating your next actions. You scoffed when you looked down and noticed the prominent bulge that arose in his loose trousers. You lifted the left sleeve of his polo and penetrated the skin on his upper arm with the syringe needle.

He winced in pain, coming to a sudden realization and attempting to free himself from the tight bonds that restricted his movement. "Wait, what's in there?!"

You shushed him and injected the muscle relaxant into his bloodstream. "Don't struggle. You had it coming."

The auburn-haired man felt his limbs go numb. "Had what coming? What are you doing to me?!" His face recoiled in fear when he saw you retreat to the wooden desk across from him and return with a sharp blade. His eyes watered and he tried to back away when you approached him, to no avail.

You laughed, "You're scared? Do you have any idea how scared my sister had been when she gave birth to the child of a monster like you, all alone?" You lifted the blade in front of you, "And I told you to sit still and look pretty... You didn't do either of those things, so I guess I have to kill you now."

"W-Who are you? You're not Sofia!"

You drew your tongue over the side of the blade, "You don't remember me?" Your face morphed into a devilish grin, "Of course you don't. I mean, it's been almost a year since you abandoned her."

His blood, containing the drug, continued to course through his body, thoroughly paralyzing him, so much so that he couldn't even swallow the saliva that accumulated in his mouth. He watched as your short, pin-straight brown hair and stunning ocean-blue eyes faded to h/l, h/c hair and familiar e/c eyes. The short, white floral dress whose sleeves loosely hung off your pale shoulders and matching stiletto heels were replaced with an outfit that was the stark opposite.

You wore a white dress shirt, tucked into a pair of leather jeans that a chain hung from. A black tie that matched the material of the jeans was wrapped around your neatly buttoned collar, its lower portion hidden behind a, also matching, waistcoat. You wore a belt with the jeans, not because they were loose around your frame, but to accessorize. A pair of heeled boots graced your feet and a black surgical mask concealed the s/t skin of your lower face.