TW: SEXUAL HARASSMENT, VIOLENCE, MENTION OF RAPE/SEXUAL ASSAULT, AND MURDER
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YOU AWOKE IN AN unfamiliar setting, immediately making your heart race as you threw yourself out of the constricted position.
Your hands were tied, roughly against your skin as the harsh material scraped against you. The feeling made your head spin and your wrists hurt.
You hissed, blinking as you looked around the damp room and tried to find any sort of sign of a living human being.
You don't know how long you've been here, but you do remember how you got here and the last person you saw before you drifted off into a succumbing nightmare.
You were feverishly in rage, banging your wrists against the wood of the chair and rattling the legs. You tried to speak, but you realized your mouth was entirely covered with grey tape, securing you from yelling or screaming.
The room was like a prison cell to you, your heart beating rapidly in your chest as the only source of light was the sun pouring into the room, illuminating the sharp edges of the walls.
You couldn't believe you were even in this mess in the first place, coming close to kicking your own self when the door suddenly swung open.
The metal of the door hit the wall, causing your heart to hammer against your chest as a verbal yelp escaped your covered lips.
In walked a blue-haired individual that you remembered vividly. Tattoos covered his face, stitch marks oddly being the look he was going for.
His skin was weirdly pale, making him look like a real-life movie vampire. His long baby-blue locks were seriously maintained, though, making you jealous slightly.
But, now was no time to ask for hair products and tips.
You needed a way out and fast.
"I see you've woken up finally," the mysterious male called, causing you to glare at him. "It's been almost three days, actually. Maybe we used a little too much gas?"
The male questioned himself, placing a finger on his chin as he stared up at the ceiling in "thought", a smirk appearing on his face as he chuckled and shook his head.
"Nope! It was definitely enough! Especially for the Rebel! Huge fan by the way, mind signing this?" The blue-haired male asked, irritating you to the fullest. You huffed out a dragged breath, not letting him push your buttons so easily.
The male held up your signature mask, swinging around on his hand as in the other, he held a sharpie.
"It would be an honor, Miss Rebel." The male hummed. "Oh, but wait,"
You felt yourself become more irritated by the minute as he sunk his arms down, acting defeated with a pout on his lips.
"You can't do anything when you're all tied up and helpless."
You wanted to rip this guys' throat out and feed it to the dogs. His voice was annoying and made your nails dig into the material of the chair.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself! I'm Mahito. A loyal assassin and an even more loyal worker." The male, Mahito, stated.
You huffed against the tape. Mahito saw this and his mouth formed an 'o' before he came up and harshly ripped off the material. You hissed at that, glaring at him.
"Can't talk when you have that tape stuck to that pretty mouth of yours, can you?" Mahito questioned, his face inching closer and closer to you. You answered with a click of your tongue.
"Get away from my face," you stared up at him. "Your breath smells like horse shit."
Mahito glared down at you, irritation on his face as he brought his hand up to strike you across the face.
It was a good hit, you couldn't lie, blood spurting from your lips and onto the floor as your cheek reddened and would most likely bruise.
"I don't like talkative bitches," Mahito hummed, an innocent smile coating his tattooed features. "I do like when they beg me to stop fucking them."
You froze at his proclamation, your eyes widening and slowly lifting to look at him in his hetero chromatic eyes.
His statement made your heart drop to your stomach, an unsettling feeling that only made you more infuriated.
"It's enthralling and addicting seeing such confident and beautiful women suddenly sobbing and having their innocence withering away as I pound into them. Don't you think?" Mahito questioned, your stomach clenching at his words.
"No, because I'm not a fucking sicko like you!" You yelled, your eyes blinded by rage.
"Hm, you aren't?"
"I don't rape people and then fucking kill them, you prick." You retorted, your eyes unforgivingly glaring. Mahito grinned, amusement written on his face.
"I don't like your attitude," Mahito hummed. "Maybe I should teach you a lesson?"
Your breath hitched as his hand ran up your thigh. You thrashed against the chair as he slowly made his way up your thighs.
"Remove your hands from our hostage, Mahito. Don't make me tell you twice." A voice called from the doorway.
Mahito stopped in his tracks, looking over his shoulder hesitantly before smiling softly, his hands still looming over your thighs.
Mahito's gaze went back to you as he smiled down at your figure, eyeing the soft flesh of your thighs before he moved out of the way.
You looked past Mahito's moving body, watching as a new figure stepped into the doorway.
He had tied up black hair that had a few strings that hung loosely from his gun. A tattoo that appeared to be stitches plastering the odd part of his forehead. His structure was muscular and well-built, his muscles constricting over the tight shoe he wore.
"Miss Rebel," The male's voice called. "Or should I call you Y/N?"
"I don't give a flying horses' ass what you call me." You hissed, shooting him a glare.
"Your father seems to mind."
Your breathing hitched and your eyes widened. "How do you know my father—"
"Simple. He works with us. As well as the Zen'in clan."
You knew he worked with the Zen'in clan, but these guys? The Zen'in clan had other allies-?
Then, it hit you.
The underground group that worked on the down-low, appearing to be working with the clan as they came up with the solution to dispose of you and the rest of their outcasts.
They most likely were the ones who helped plot your step-dad's murder.
Realization struck your features, making the two male's before you glance at each other before quickly looking back at you.
You became silent, not bothering to give them your words any further. They noticed this before the male in the doorway gave a large sigh.
"Mahito, put the tape back on her mouth, she'll have a guest sooner or later."
You perked your head up at this, a concentrated scowl mandating on your features as you watched the other male leave.
"Of course, Suguru," Mahito answered. Your eyes widened immediately, the familiarity of the name flickering across your mind as another name flooded in with it.
