↳ 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹: 𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀

𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙡 𝙃𝙚𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙜 - 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱

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[ any reader ]

"Yes, I know exactly what I want to do with you." Heisenberg hums, placing the tinted glasses back over his eyes. "Now, where did I leave my tools?" Chainsaws revving to life draws a sigh from his lips. "Last time freak!" He scolds and marches out.

Cracking an eye open to make sure he's completely out of sight, you let out a wince from the uncomfortable position. Chains clink above your head as you raise a foot to kick the handle, switching off the power throughout the factory.

The restraints click open and your arms drop, allowing you to rub your wrists and stretch your sore shoulders. A disgruntled voice echoing in the distance.

Glimpsing the other unconscious test subjects and shuddering, you carefully leave the room in search of an escape route. Or, at least, a hiding spot good enough for you to stay covered long enough to slip out without being caught.

Heavy stomps erupt as Sturm rounds the corner. You instantly retreat, backing away and taking a step backwards for everyone he takes forwards.

Your back bumps against something and you release a yelp when rough hands grip your hips, holding you flush against them while heavy breaths wash over the back of your neck.

"Did you really think you could escape me?"

"Figured it was worth a try."

You hold your breath when he suddenly spins you around, still holding you in a vice grip. "You didn't get very far." He mocks. "I don't appreciate you trying to run, I'm a busy man these days."

"No." You whine and pull against him when he begins to turn away. His eyes narrow. "I don't want to be turned into one of them things. I don't want to become a monster!"

"They are my creations which I am proud of. They're not monsters."

"Well-you're the monster for making them into those things. You're crazy-you're insane! Mad even!"

"Do you think it's wise to insult the person who holds your future in their hands? I could kill you right now." He towers over you. "I could easily have you back in chains with a wave of my hand."

"What do you want me to do? Get on my knees and beg for you not to kill me?"

He hums deeply, "now that would be a wonderful sight, I'm sure."

Heat floods through your cheeks. "Well I'm not going to. I would never get on my knees for someone like you." You fold your arms.

"It can be easily arranged."

"I'm not going to let you kill me or turn me into..." you quizzically look at Sturm. "That. So you may as well just let me go."

"I like you," he smirks. "The others didn't dare to even open their mouths around me but you... You're brave. Stupid, but brave."

"Am I supposed to care about any of that? Should I feel special?"

He chuckles. "Be careful with that pretty mouth, little one."

"You don't own me." You poke his chest and he cocks a brow. "You're not the boss of me." Another poke. "You don't control me." Poke. "You're insane and I'm getting out of here, and I'll do whatever it takes to do so."

"Someone should really teach you what to do with that mouth instead of running it like this."

"Stop trying to change the subject."

"From you supposedly escaping all on your own?" He barks a laugh and your frown hardens. "You wouldn't make it past him never mind my army. You're too fragile. You humans break so easily." His voice then drops a few octaves. "God knows I love to destroy you tiny little creatures."

"You won't break this one." You return confidently, hoping he won't see through your little act. Though he probably already has.

"Go on then." His hands return to his sides. Your brows furrow. "Leave. Escape. All you have to do is get past him. In one piece of course."

You turn to face Sturm. The chainsaws revving and spinning faster than your eyes can keep up with. Watching the blades become a total blur, you swallow thickly and unfold your arms. With the narrow bridge behind it, you'd have to duck under them and run. In no way would you survive that.

It takes two steps closer for you to spin around and grab onto Heisenberg. Expecting such a response, he hoists you over his shoulder and begins to stride away.

"Put me down!"

"I think I'll keep you."

"Keep me?! I'm not a pet!"

"No, you're not a pet. You're my pet."

"Karl!"

He growls, "finally, something that should be rolling off that tongue of yours." Feeling your cheeks heat up, you give up and stop pummelling his back with your fists. "Tired already?" He chuckles.

"Where are you taking me?"

"On a tour of my factory. You'll need to know this place like the back of your hand. After all, it's your new home now."

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