WARNINGS: Angst, very smutty, foul language and mentions of blood.
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Did you ever make it out alive? All you could remember was getting shot at by the love of your life after a steamy hot make-out, and laying bloody in the alley, hoping she'll come get you back.
There are two possible outcomes that could play out. One, you die right there, alone and heartbroken, or two, someone finds you, calls an ambulance and the police, you get arrested in the hospital and bam, you're in jail. The only similarity these two option share is, at the end of the day, you will be all alone, your heart in shatters. It's your destiny.
Which is why you were surprised to see yourself at the comforts of a house when you regained consciousness, not even handcuffed to anything. In fact, you were nursed back to health too. Strange.
You weakly got out of the huge bed you were in and started looking around the new environment. Somehow, your wound was already healing up surprisingly quick and it got you wondering how long you were unconscious for. There was no way a gunshot injury could heal that fast. Unless it's some Wakanda tech. Wait. Oh.
It then dawned upon you that this could be the work of somebody from Wakanda. Your mind instantly went to Shuri, which is ironic because she was the one who shot you. You tried thinking of other people from Wakanda that could've tried saving you but all points lead to her instead. It did look like she was apologetic about what she had done and you could've sworn you saw her nearly running up towards you when she pulled the trigger.
Slowly but steadily, you walked out of the room you were in to be greeted to a beautiful and huge living room. There was a chandelier at the top of the ceiling and modern paintings hung up on walls. It honestly felt like you were at a museum. There was a big TV screen plastered onto the wall and a comfortable looking couch opposite it. If this was supposed to be your prison cell, you wouldn't have any complaints.
You took a moment to take in where you at and figuring on what the hell was happening. But you were too busy thinking, you didn't notice someone sneaking up behind you. You instantly tensed up and froze when you heard the sound of a gun reloading and was instantly positioned to the back of your head. Your gut feeling already knew who it was.
"Shuri." You said calmly, both your hands going up as if surrendering.
"You shot me, then healed me, now you want to try and kill me again?"
"No. I want to see you suffer." She responded
"If that's what you wanted, why didn't you send me to the police?"
There was a brief pause before she continued. "I want to see you humiliated. Since that's what you did to me."
You sighed deeply, knowing that you probably deserve whatever torture she had for you. At least it was her instead of anyone else.
