It's just a bet, right?
One little bet was all it took, to set her world on fire.
"Babygirl"
"Make me"
SMUT 18+
VIOLENCE
There are trigger warnings in case of violence. Smut doesn't have trigger warnings.
This fanfiction is all fantasy. Please don'...
⚠️ This is mature content which contains violence, please only read if you can handle it. ⚠️
I hold the door open for her with a grin, she enters, examines the bare, gray room with its low lighting. I close the door and pull my keys out of my pocket. Only one person in the whole HQ is allowed to lock rooms, and that is me. I turn the key twice in the lock before turning and walking in front of Y/n, eyeing the three frightened men in front of me with disdain. They had not been bad members, not particularly noticeably good, but not bad either. But I feel, just thinking about their disgusting act, a blazing rage rises deep inside me, an extreme one, and very hard to control. As soon as I will start, I will not be able to restrain myself and I hand over the thinking to my inner monster.
"Who touched you first?", my cold gaze fixes on all three in front of me, I only see Y/n raise her hand and point to the middle one.
I pull out my dagger. Silvery. Shiny. It looks beautiful. But before I can begin, I feel a hand on mine. I look to the source of the warm feeling and see her fingers. Her fingernails are painted black. She pushes my hand to the side and stands in front of me, so that she is now only half a meter from her rapist.
"You deeply fucked up. All of you." Her cold voice echoes through the bare, empty room.
The middle one takes a step back. The one on the left gets on his knees. The one on the right simply lowers his head.
"Please don't kill me! I deeply regret it! Please don't kill me," the middle one's voice is fearful, so desperate, but I couldn't see a single shred of compassion in her cold expression. I grin to myself and let her do her thing.
"Regret isn't of any use here".
"Please forgive me! I beg you, please don't kill me!"
"Begging isn't of any use here".
"Please just don't kill me", a tear rolled down his dirty cheek, "I swear I will never do it again". But pity was still not in her gaze. Her expression was cold and I could see her trying hard to suppress her anger.
"That's true."
His expression becomes hopeful and he looks up. But her gaze is still the same hard as before.
"You will never do that again", that was the last sentence she said calmly before letting her fists speak. Unexpectedly, she hits the middle guy in the face with her clenched fist. Hitting the nose muscle, he immediately gets a nosebleed. But instead of stopping, she strikes again. The dark red liquid splashes through the area, spraying over to the other two totally terrified criminals and leaving a dark trail on her as well. "Fuck you!", her scream is shrill and full of rage. She hits him again in the face and blood runs out of his nose and mouth. He collapses backward. Then just as unexpectedly as her first blow, she kicks the lefty in the soft parts with full force. He groans painfully and sinks to his knees. Perfect opportunity to throw another full punch. But instead of pursuing this opportunity, she jumps up and gives the third one a kick right in the face. He flinches and feels the dark red liquid with his fingers. Suddenly he takes a step backward. "You will never kill me. You are too weak. No girl can kill me." She just laughs up and I bet that sent a cold shiver down his spine too, and slaps him in the face again. But instead of fighting back, he laughs and suddenly grabs her. By the butt. Just as quickly he presses MY WOMAN against him and wants to press his filthy lips onto her. There it was again, my pure rage. Deep inside me the hot fire starts to boil and within seconds I stand next to him and tear him away from her. "FUCK YOU", I roar and punch uncontrollably into his face. I kick him in the stomach, punch him in the face and have relinquished my control. Only out of the corner of my eye I see Y/n, she looks at me. Her gaze radiates gratitude and - I think it's pride? The corners of her mouth are turned up. She walks slowly towards us and stops about half a meter in front of me. I let go of him. His whole face is bleeding out. The dark red blood runs all over his body. "Can I borrow your knife?" Without another thought, I open my pants pocket, pull out the extremely sharp knife, and lift the shiny silver stylus to her. She takes it from me expressionlessly and turns to the unconscious man in front of us. "Watch this," she directs her voice to the unconscious man. She lunges and stabs the left side of his chest with the sharp blade. Pulls the dark red dripping blade out of his chest and sinks it into it again. He doesn't move anymore. "What a tragedy! Killed by a woman," she says contemptuously, turning away from the lifeless body. She hands me back the dripping knife and makes no move to continue. So I take the small, deadly knife and walk over to the other two. One unconscious, the other terrified. No longer as patient as I was at first, I stab the unconscious man in the heart and take away his ability to live. To the third, I inflict the same painful fate. Knife in. A shrill scream rings out from the last victim until he collapses. I pull my weapon from his chest, wipe the bloody blade on his clothes, and put my knife back in my pants pocket. I walk over to Y/n. Dark red liquid, still wet, sticks to her beautiful face. Her dark brown eyes scrutinize mine intently. I stroke her cheek and whisper in her ear. "You're looking pretty." The corners of her mouth deform into an innocent grin and she looks down at the floor. I take her by the hand. Her hands, still in the white bandage, but now stained a deep dark red. I pull her hand in front of my face. "Does it hurt?" She looks at the floor. "A bit. Forgot about the pain earlier, so it can't be too bad," and she smiles at me. Not at all put off by her answer, I smile at her anyway and pull her by the wrist to the door. At home, I will definitely re-treat her wounds.
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I pull out my keys and turn the double locked lock, push the door open and pull her out with me without once letting go of her hand. My members, who are currently training in the big room, immediately stop training and look ahead at me. I call one of my most trusted members to me. "Jackson, clean up the room. As always please. Thank you." He bows to me and I raise my voice again, "If anyone of you dares to touch her again, you'll die. Painfully. So don't even fucking try!". Her hand still clasped in mine, I pull her out of the HQ, to the outside parking lots and then unlock my car. I take a cloth from the car and clean her hands briefly, before I roughly remove the blood from mine as well. We get into the car and I drive to my house.
"Do you want to shower first?", I ask her.
"Mhm let's do something good for Mother Nature and take a shower together. You know, to save water," I hear her. Astonished for a moment, I look into her big, innocent eyes and have to start grinning.
