LOIDxREADER
After a horrible breakup, (Y/N) decides to find a rebound at the bar where she gets taken by a man named Loid Forger. After finding out that Loid is after her brother, she decides to help him with his mission.
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— Loid's POV —
GORE WARNING (may be uncomfortable to read)
"W-Where am I?" Ryder said in an agitated way as he woke up from his unconsciousness.
"Right where I want you," I said to him, piercing my eyes into his soul.
There's something (Y/N) said to me a while back when we were in the sauna together...
I just want him dead.
And honestly, I haven't got those words out of my head ever since.
So here I was... standing in the same basement that I trapped (Y/N) in when I captured her so long ago. Ryder was in the exact same position I had (Y/N) in, tied up to a wooden chair, except he was naked... with a table of tools right next to him.
"Y-You're that guy... Um... Um... Loid!" he exclaimed. "You're married to (Y/N)!"
"Yeah... what about it?" I said nonchalantly, crossing my arms together and examining him.
"I-I don't get it. Am I here for what she did to you? She cheated! You should be mad at (Y/N), not me!" he said defensively.
I chuckled and pushed my glasses further up the bridge of my nose to get a better look at him. I stood a little closer to him and leveled my head with his.
"Oh yeah? Tell me she did to me...?" I asked intriguingly.
"Well... she begged me to f-fuck her," he scoffed, seeming confused by my question.
"Was it good?" I smirked.
"H-Huh?" he questioned.
"Was it good...? Go into detail... I'm curious," I continued to smirk, making him uncomfortable.
"Um... I mean how specific can I get? She invited me over and I put my dick inside of h-"
It seems apparent that he's avoiding what I actually want to hear.
I scoffed, "I'm going to stop you right there, Ryan..."
"It's Ryder..." he rolled his eyes.
"Eh. I don't care," I sighed.
I grabbed the back of Ryder's head and met my forehead with his.
"W-What are you do-"
"It seems you don't get the point that I'm trying to make here, so listen carefully to my next words," I whispered. "I want you to go into detail about the very last time you fucked my wife."
"I-I don't know?" he questioned himself. "It was probably a while ago. I-I was drunk, she was also-"
