𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗡𝗢̄ ꕤ tr x reader

一

-3rd person pov-

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"Please, spare me my queen!"

The echoed cries bounced off every corner of the emptied warehouse, the slick grey walls stained with grime, adding to the eerie effect. The floors too were stained, and it seemed as if a permanent red carpet displaying various patterns covered the majority of the glossy tile. Not a single camera was within the entire premises, a method used to block off the outside world from what occurs inside this building.

A total of ten people occupied the space in the middle of the warehouse, that was oddly decorated with a couch which was currently being used by three of the people. Two other people stood to the right of the couch, exchanging a look between one another and then looking back at the sight in front of them.

In front of the couch were two people standing above the last three that were chained to the ground by their wrists, blinded by a sack over each of their heads, and drenched in their own blood.

"I thought that I had given specific instructions that were clearly stated in the contract you all signed."

A powerful feminine voice quickly gained the attention of every person within the room, silencing the muffled cries of the three bounded men and causing the others to straighten up instinctively.

The most prominent figure out of the ten was a woman. A gorgeous woman at that, one that resembled the looks of the purest gods. She wore a skin tight royal blue suit with a white button down underneath and a black tie tucked under her coat which was accented with a black corset tied on top with high heels of the same color, and a gun strap around her left thigh made just for her pistol. An icy cold glare was snug on her face while her silver earrings dangled down to her jaw, effortlessly not getting caught in her hair. She fit perfectly for a book of Greek gods, except she was anything but that.

She cocked her head up as she awaited a response from one of the three men, her customized browning hi power was held firm in her grip and pointed at the head of man in the middle. The engravement of an arrangement of spider lilies along the handle had small splotches of blood grooved into the dips, signaling that it would need another cleaning.

"So tell me why."

Her heel quickly came in contact with the mans stomach, instantly taking away his air and knocking him back. The man immediately recoiled from the restrains and slouched forward with his mouth agape, trying to regain his breath. His saliva dripped onto the floor, making one of the people seated in the middle of the couch grimace, while the person to their left gagged in disgust.

The woman scowled and grabbed the mans chin with her free hand, her nails digging into the skin and slowly starting to draw blood that seeped through the sack. She crouched down to his height and moved her lips to his ear, allowing her hot breath to fan over him.

"Why did you break every single rule I had instated to the contract?"

The man trembled under her grip, completely under her control. She pressed the cold barrel of her pistol to his forehead, causing the man to flinch while she backed away from the mans ear. She moved to stand herself up, but stopped when her eyes made contact with a tanned hand that was offered in front of her.

She glanced up to lock eyes with the owner of the hand before flashing a small smile and placing her free hand in his. Her cold hand blended perfectly with the mans warm one, and her palm was swallowed by his own, considering how his hands are significantly bigger than hers. The man shifted his weight to slowly pull her up from her crouching position, sliding his other hand to the small of her back for better support.