my ocs x Reader

2

You come to about an hour later. You're strapped to a chair. You can't tell if its with belts or a restraint chair. The handsome red haired man is standing infront of you. He seems more ruffled than he was earlier. His long hair had fallen from its tight slick, it now fell in waves around his pronounced features. His suit jacket laid on the table he was leaned against. His tie was undone and his shirt was partially unbuttoned.

"Y/n... tsk tsk," he chuckles. "You should have known better than that. You think I'm that stupid?"

"N-no.." you begin.

"Sh! Shut the fuck up," he slams down his whiskey glass. He began to undo his belt with one hand. This made you tense. What exactly was he planning to do?

He turned over the leather in his hands. "Italian leather, hand crafted. Its sturdy."

"What are you doing, Trot," you challenged. You knew you were in no position to speak to him aggressively. He made sure you knew that too.

Smack

The belt came down and hit you in the face. It stung a lot, causing tears to form. That would bruise.

"Aww whats wrong?" His voice was a half growl. He started tough. "Are you already going to cry?.." he sat the belt down and tossed on his jacket. He fixed his shirt and did his tie up.

"What are you doing?" You demand.

"Leaving you for now," he replies solemnly.

He put his belt on and left the room. He had taken your weapons but you saw them sitting on the table. You just had to get over there to cut yourself free.