(Draken x reader)Love and war

9 (⚠️TW⚠️:IMPLIED TORTURE)

Im just gonna reiterate that none of this is following the story line at all, and I made the tiniest mistake with the ages in the last chapter, everyone including y/n is 24 or 25 .... In the last chapter I made it seem like everyone's 30 that's a lil old💀 .... i haven't done maths in like 2 n half years leave me alone🥲💀

Also Can we just take a minute to appreciate the fan art!👀 idk who drew it but DAAANG😮‍💨 but yeah onto the story now.
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It's been about a week since that meeting and honestly. Nothing has fucking happened, I just went straight back to what I was doing before. I'd never considered myself some sort of adrenaline freak before this job but I guess I am now. Draken hasn't been in the office quite as much, I guess it's been pretty busy for him to.

He's given me the day off today so I'll probably just get some shopping done and chill.

I walk into the grocery store and pick up a few things, not too much ... just the necessities, like ice cream. Yes I said Icecream is a necessity and what about it 🤨. As I leave the store and walk a few blocks down I feel a presence. I turn around and nobodies there but I still speed up the pace coz I'm starting to feel uneasy.

I get home to my apartment and hurriedly shut the door behind me. I drop all my bags to the floor and I must've been holding my breath because when my shopping clatters to the floor I start panting heavily. I grab my phone and decide to text the only person I have in my life right now.

Me:
| I think I'm being followed....

👹Kenneth👹
| why'd u think that?

Me:
| idk .... Just a feeling I guess.

👹Kenneth👹
| you have a gun now ... use it.
|where'd all that bravado from the meeting go?

Me:
|ok maybe I am overreacting a little.

👹Kenneth👹
|there u go ... I have other more important things to attend to, later doll  ;)

Ass. I pick up all my shopping off the floor and watch a movie before I get ready to go to sleep in my tank top and shorts.

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*CRASH*

I jolt up from my sleep in response to the loud noise I hear in the living room. Panting heavily I reach for the gun in nightstand drawer. I creep out of my bed slowly so I don't let the intruder know I'm awake. The floorboard outside my door creaks. Luckily my door opens inwards so I wait beside it, gun in my hand and my finger on the trigger.

Since this job started I haven't killed a soul ... can I actually do it? I shake my head to clear any trace of thought out of my head right now, all i have to think about now is my safety. I take a deep breath in as the door unlocks slowly, as I wait for the intruder to walk into the room, the door touches my elbow, alerting him of my presence. Fuck! I shove the door back shut with my shoulder knocking  him into the living room, i empty the clip through the door where I believe he fell. Its silent, I open the door, seeing drops of blood, a fist flies at me from the side, I block it with my arm ... the force sending me sideways. I move my arms from my face to reveal a  big, bald brutish man. He has a gunshot wound in his shoulder. I'm scared but I can't back down or I could die tonight. I put my fists up, readying myself for a fight. The man laughs heartily. "HAHAHA, you think you can take me on, you're gonna get hurt little lady."

"Shut the fuck up and fight asshole."I say bluntly. As if to say 'as you wish' he lunges at me throwing a fist to my face, I jump to the side and right hook him to the face. He swiftly turns and punches me in the face as if the punch didn't phase him. Fuck that hurt. I spit out the blood from the attack onto the ground and crack my neck. He looks directly into my eyes and smirks. "Different approach..." I whisper to myself before running at him I jump and send a kick to his head, he stumbles back so I kick him in the stomach, he stumbles back again, "Dont get cocky coz u got one lucky shot." I tell him.

I send a flurry of kicks and punches until he lands a punch to my stomach, knocking the air out of my lungs. I back up, catching my breath, but he doesn't let up punching me in the gut again. Suddenly his hands are around my throat and he lifts me off of the ground. I feel his grip tightening on my neck, slowly but surely I'm going to run out of air, I can't reach his face, my eyes fall onto the gunshot wound in his shoulder. I shove my fingers in it forcefully and he drops me. I fall to the floor choking. I'm exhausted. I was on the verge of losing consciousness when he held me by the throat but it didn't hit me until now. I lazily stand back up and throw a punch at him while he's down but he catches my wrist and bends it backwards until kneel in the ground, I scream in pain. He reaches into his back pocket, pulls out a cloth, and covers my mouth with it.

"Gotta admit, you were a kinda tough ... but in the end you're still just a woman." Chloroform. I reach for his face in desperation, digging my fingers into his eyes as my consciousness fades. I hear him shout in pain but it wasn't enough. All I see is black.

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I wake up to the harsh feeling of water being thrown in my face. I cough and splutter from the surprise of it.

"Wakey wakey, pretty lady." A voice says in a singsong way. I know that voice. I open my eyes and its exactly who I suspected. Tetta Kisaki. He grins at me evilly.

"Sorry for the way my friend here roughed you up." He points to his brutish goon from before. "But it's not all his fault you should've stayed asleep ... everything would've been so much easier." He says, caressing my cheek. I pull my head away violently. My hands and feet are tied to a chair.

I look around and I'm in some sort of basement. No windows, a run down bed in the corner and a single swinging light lit the room. "How rude of me, this here is kiyomasa." .... that name rings a bell. I repeat it mentally. Kiyo-fucking-masa ... the same little shit I beat up 11 years ago! (I did the math right this time heheheh)

I chuckle loudly. "I'm sorry is somethin' funny?" He asks, slightly annoyed.

"Apart from your McDonald's brow, I'm just laughing at the fact Kiyomasa grew up to be exactly what I expected." I look up and smile. "A worthless piece of shit."

Kiyomasa steps forward angrily. But Kisaki holds his hand up. "So you're already acquainted?"

"He probably won't remember, I kicked his ass 11 years ago." I tell him.

"I remember you alright." He starts, visibly getting angry at the memory "You humiliated me. I'm sorry for speaking out of turn boss but lemme kill this bitch!"

"Bring it, you fugly ass fucking ape!" I shout.

"ENOUGH!" Kisaki shouts. Kiyomasa reluctantly steps back. THWACK. Kisaki slaps me across my face before he grabs my face and forces me to look at him. "Be mindful of you position here and show me and my employee a little respect, you got that." He snaps through gritted teeth.

I spit in his face. "Go to hell." I respond, venom dripping off of every word as I stare him down.

"I'll just have to remind you of the situation you're in." He says going to the corner to get a giant jug of what I can only assume is water and a rag.

This is where the nightmare begins. Am I even important enough to ken for him to save me?

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I just realised I never put the mature thing on the settings of the ff. If u wanna stop reading at go ahead I won't stop u but yeah there's gonna be a lil more graphic depictions of
violence.

AND THANK YALL SM FOR NEARLY 6K READS !!!💕💕💕💕