Feitan x Reader; Tangled in a Web of Spiders

Trapped by the Hunters Part 3

The chapter warning about torture is still valid but with different, more well-deserving victims...

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Feitan watched your head slump forward, your body held up solely by the ropes binding you, clearly unconscious. Good. That meant any attention would probably switch back to him for now. Marti turned his way but didn't approach him. Instead, he was untying the bonds that tied you to the chair. That was not good.

'Fiery little thing, isn't she? I can see you failed to tame her, I assure you I will not,' he said scornfully. 'Without your nen, you're nothing but a tiny powerless man. Tiny. So she might even prefer me, don't you think?'

Fei didn't even bother to answer that, it was clearly just meant to infuriate him further, and he was more concerned with why you were being moved from the chair. It seemed he was running out of time so instead he looked around, again taking note of where the men were standing, which of them were carrying weapons, and who he ought to kill first.

He glanced upward, at the heavy chain holding him up. There was no way he would be able to do anything with it, but at some point during the torture, the solid middle part of the cuffs had bent slightly, just enough that he could now touch his hands together.

Keeping his eyes on Marti, who was in the process of tying your hands to the bars, he smiled, a metallic taste filling his mouth as his split lips cracked open again. The other men were busy watching Marti and what he was doing to you as well, so nobody was paying any attention to him at the moment. It was perfect.

Feitan grabbed his right thumb, found the lowest joint, and yanked it up and outward, hopefully hard enough to dislocate, but not break it. At least not if he could avoid it. There was a small pop, but compared to the state the rest of his body was in, the pain was hardly noticeable. His wrists were already slippery with blood from where the cuffs had dug into them, making it even easier to slowly wiggle his now more pliable hand free. He landed softly on the floor with a quiet thump, suppressing a grunt as his broken feet had to carry his weight again.

He glanced at Phinks who was staring at his own cuffs, probably wondering why the hell he hadn't thought about trying that. Feitan turned his attention back to you, you were still unconscious and that bastard was now trying to pull your pants down, with the others ogling his every move. Well, that was going to be the last thing they ever saw.

He tried to focus his aura to his hand as usual, but it was still inaccessible. Probably he needed to get rid of the cuffs completely for it to return, but he had only so much time before someone would look his way.

Forcing his beaten body to move Feitan covered the distance to Marti in a fraction of a second and his elbow hit him in the face with a very satisfying crunch. Picking up the small knife with his uninjured hand he quickly took out the rest of the men who foolishly tried to rush him at the same time, actually making his job easier for him.

After making sure that Marti was still knocked out, he looked you over, relieved that there were no injuries. You were half-sitting, leaning against the bars, your hands tied above your head. The position made your back arch just enough for your breasts to be pushed forward, and he'd always liked that bra you were wearing... Despite the circumstances he had to admit the setup was very sexy, and obviously something nobody but him should see. He glanced at Marti, soon he would be dead, and then Feitan would be the only one alive to have done so. Well, except for Phinks, but that was fine.

The small knife was sharp so it quickly cut through the ropes and you slid down on the floor.

'Perhaps looking for the keys would be a good idea,' Phinks shouted impatiently, 'I'll break my hand too if I must, but I'd much prefer it if you just found a key.'