Amnestic love (König x f!Reader)

3. Bet.

You woke up in the dark, hands and legs attached to the chair. You were not alone, you couldn't see shit, but you just knew, you felt someone staring at you.

Breath heavy, body shivering, clothes all wet, you were cold, almost freezing to death, that's how you felt physically. Mentally you panicked more than ever. You had this terrible felling of deja-vu, like some old disc that repeated itself in the worst way possible.

Bucket of cold water spilled from above on your head helped you to fully wake up and realize that you were in danger. Tries of getting deep breath, was nearly impossible, you felt like you were drowning. You understood that there was some bag on your head, that explained why you couldn't see anything and why there was no way of breathing properly. You heard laughing, voices similar to those two men that tortured you.

You began to scream as loud as you could, tried to free yourself from the chair, ignoring pain of rough rope that started hurting your wrists. The panic was overwhelming, fear filled your body same way as adrenaline, you wanted to stay alive, feeling like you had someone to live for.

Then you heard deep, male voice and cold blade on your throat. You stopped moving right away, afraid of getting cut. Tears running down your cheeks, stopped by bag that stick almost perfectly to your face from water and your tries of breathing or screaming.

"Maybe she need something to help with her memory". Then he didn't just put the pressure, he cut your throat, not deep enough to kill you, but deep enough to change your pain into an agony.

The next day, as soon as sun got up you were already at training ground with all others from your unit. You were tired as hell. The dream you had was too realistic, waking up in your own sweat and sore throat was something you didn't want to experience. But you knew one thing and one thing only – no one have to know. So you sucked it up. Kept on acting like nothing ever happened. However you started to wonder; was that really just a bad dream, a nightmare, or maybe flashbacks from what really happened on one of the days you were tortured. You shook your head to get your thoughts off this, tried to forget about this for now. You had other things to worry about and that was last phase of your test.

You looked at Roze with sour face, the idea of the paintball game your Capitan made all of you play was extremely ridiculous, she only smiled a little in return. Capitan then came in front of all of you. Explained how it was supposed to look like. Two groups, blue and red teams, the real knifes were replaced with plastic ones, their 'blades' were also in paint, so if someone get 'stabbed' you could see that they're off of game. You wanted to ask what about your position, but before you could say anything you were handed your sniper rifle. It was almost like your own, just a little lighter and smaller. You looked at Aksel with face that said 'are you fucking kidding me?'. He, on the other hand, was smiling like a child. You peeked at König, he was in front of fake guns on one of the tables you, came over to him.

"I didn't knew you are a sniper" you said looking at replica he was holding. It was the same as yours.

"I'm not," he putted it down on the table. "but they said that today can be an exception for this training, but only if we end up in different teams" he said looking at you. Seeing that he was about to lower himself you putted hand on his chest.

"Don't make yourself smaller, you don't have to" you said smiling to him a little. He listened to you and now he stood straight. You felt a little stupid with the fact that your head wasn't even on his shoulder level. When he putted his hand on your wrist you realized that yours was still on him. He held you gently, looking into your eyes. The moment of silence was broke by Roze that came to you two with box in hands. You took your hand quickly to spare yourself comments from her.