↳ 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹: 𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀

𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙡 𝙃𝙚𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙜 - 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴

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[ female reader ]

Scuffed boots scrape against the floor signal the man's return. You hold your breath when one nudges harshly into your sore knees, carelessly remaining there whilst the scratchy bag is tugged from your head and bunched in his fist. Hot tears blur the wrinkles in his scowling face.

"Are you ready to beg?" His smirk has your insides twisting. "I wanna hear you beg for your miserable life. Go on, let me 'ear you. Use that pretty li'le voice of yours to beg me not to tear you in half."

Your first instinct is to bow your head, to break away from his cold stare that sends daggers right through you. A growl of disapproval is heard before your chin is roughly grabbed. Calloused fingers digging into your skin with enough brutality to leave bruises behind.

"Do not disobey me, girl. Look me in the eye while you do it." His words are peppered thick with venom. "You know, I think I prefer you like this. Quiet. On your knees."

He then brings you up by the grip on your jaw, seemingly enjoying your pained wince when your knees press harder against the ground. The chains tethered to your wrists clink together. An audible reminder of the power he is currently revelling in.

"I'm waiting."

It takes you a moment to find your voice, mouth and throat dry from barely using it. "You want me to beg?" He wears a pleased grin in response. "Tough shit," you snarl through gritted teeth. "I beg no one."

The impact of the back of his hand against your cheek is delayed. Your head snaps to the side from the force, the harsh crack still ringing in your ears. The tingling in your flushed cheek is nothing in comparison to the stinging of the cut left behind by his ring.

He's cocky, still, when you crane your head back to meet his gaze. One blink and the droplets brimming in your eyes disappear from sight.

"You shouldn't have done that."

His smirk slips. Two figures crash through the wall behind him, the growling wolves almost too big to fit in the cramped space, nearly barrelling through another set of bricks and stone as they pounce on the screaming man. He's dragged across the ground kicking and flailing, wailing in agony when teeth and claws dig in mercilessly.

You easily slip free from the chains and rise to your feet, stepping through the ruined wall and into the sleeping forest. Your thumb drags across your skin to swipe the lone tear while the small cut heals itself, the aftermath of his hand on your cheek vanishing completely. Marks birthed by tight metal chains are removed last.

Bones crack and blend together behind as the animals transform back into two emotionless men. They reappear by your sides within a few long strides, accompanying you through the silent woodlands. One side of your mouth curls upwards.

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"But I don't understand," you shake your head, "you're breaking up with me?" His tongue darts out to wet his lips, blunt nails scratching against his crinkled forehead.

"I'm sorry, [Y/n]. This just isn't working out."

You swallow and look elsewhere, hearing his sigh. "Is there someone else?"