Duncan Vizla x Male reader

Warranted Mortification

Fuck.

The first word that comes to your mind as you start gaining consciousness. It all starts coming back to you: Duncan...fuck, your head hurts. You were in danger. The two figures that came, no, barged into your house sent shivers down your spine as you remembered. Your heart starts racing as adrenaline starts flowing through your system, finally, you start taking in your surroundings.

Your hands are tied behind your back, your legs are tied together too. You were slumped in the corner of what seems to be an...office? You look for exits and things that could help you free yourself but before you could even come up with an escape plan, an angry man in a bright suit storms in.

"That fucking cu-" he pauses when he sees that you're awake. His anger demeanor switched to a condescending one very quickly. He slowed his steps as he walked straight to you.

"Well. Glad to see you're awake." He clasps his hands together. You're terrified. You start backing into the corner.

"Not very talkative I see. You'll get to talking eventually. You see, we both seem to have one very, particular interest at the moment." He walks to the strong, wood desk at the center of the room and sits down in the fluffy office chair.

"I'm going to wait for Vivian until I get to you, so sit tight, I wouldn't mind knocking you out again, but I don't want to spoil my fun too soon." He puts lotion on his hands as he says that with a sadistic smile. You look down at your feet that are tied together. You felt sick, scared, and alone. Part of you wishes he would just knock you out. You wonder how Duncan must've felt, it's late at night, you can tell from the time in the clock above the door. You didn't have the opportunity to see him again, and this was how you were going to die. In an office being tortured to death by a fucking freak, damn it all.

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Looking over the bodies, the "well-skilled" assassins left their hotel room keys in the car, hidden but not well enough. As I drive towards the hotel, I make one last call.

"Didn't think you'd call again." I hear club music in the background, Vivian always has been one to fuck around.

"Where is he?" Vivian doesn't answer right away.

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't. I know all about it. That team you sent after me pulled amateur moves. Did you think I would die to that? You've fucked with me once, don't do it again."

"Duncan, I-"

"If I find out that this connects to you in any way, you better hope I don't find you first." I hung up, she wasn't gonna give me anything about him, I'll just have to find him before they torture him, because they'll keep him alive as long as I'm alive, and I can't tell which is worse...

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You sit there for what feels like years, then a woman comes in, she was wearing a wig and an outfit that you would normally only see on weekends at a club.

"Blut!" She throws off her wig and looks at you with a scowl. She directs her anger further by pointing at you.

"He's going to get us killed! Duncan called, I told you to just pay him!" Duncan? You think to yourself. She redirects her anger at the guy you now know is Blut. He doesn't seem to care about her worry at all. What could possibly warrant me being kidnapped and them not wanting to pay Duncan? Pay him what? What the fuck is going on?

You feel even more clueless as they continued their argument, a one-sided one but it still felt like an argument.

"Vivian, I will not be paying him, but it's no longer out of financial interest, it's personal now. He took out the A-team, you know how much of a pain it's gonna be to replace them?"

"I don't care that he took out your victim that you called a girlfriend, if you don't give him back his boy toy and leave him alone, you and I will be looking over our shoulders for the rest of our fucking lives!" She said as she slammed her hand on his desk.

"I will kill him!" Blut shouted as he stood up. Kill him...? Vivian seemed to back off a little.

"He'll be dead and then you won't have to worry. Just, take this one to...an office space and I'll wait for our dear Black Kaiser." He smiled at her and she was clearly bothered.

"I'm asking one of the other guys to take him. I'm gonna go prepare to fly out of the fucking country, and you should too. I'll still work under the agency but fuck this. You wanna play cat and mouse with the Black Kaiser? Go for it, but I'm not one to play with my life. Have you got any idea what he's capable of? Need I remind you that he only retired because of age, not skill, yeah?" Blut seemed to tense up ever so slightly over this Black Kaiser. The Black Kaiser? Duncan...maybe? It sounded like it, but what was this? If this guy planned on killing Duncan to not pay him...took out A-team with this guy's girlfriend...an agency? They can't be hired killers right? No...

You had a look of something beyond shock as they spoke and Vivian noticed.

"I think boy toy figured it out, you're killing him, right?" Vivian said as if you weren't right there.

"Of course. He's heard too much and either way, can't let Duncan get away with killing my own play thing, he can't have his..." You slumped into your knees as you curled up in the corner. You were right. You were going to die a painful death to a sadistic freak.

"Well..." Vivian walks over to you and bends down to face you. You looked at her with tears in your eyes, you were shaking as well.

"Poor thing...." She cupped your cheek as she wiped a tear away. It was odd but you could tell part of her sincerely felt bad.

"Duncan huh? Why? You should've never given him the time of day." She looks at you with what seems to be pity. Your fear turns to anger as the pity came on and she notices it, so she switched her gentle hold to harsher, little slaps to your face and walks away.

"You can thank him for whatever this sick fuck does." What seemed like a beacon of hope was gone. Blut returned his attention to you.

"Seems that you're piecing it all together. Anyway, we'll keep you some place where you'll just have to wait until I start getting bored or whenever the Black Kaiser decides to show up, 'Kay? I'm late for my afternoon massage." He said as he got up and shut the door. You were left exactly where you woke up, confused as ever and even more terrified than before but if Duncan is as good as they alluded to him being, if you're correct in your thought process, then hopefully he comes to you before Blut does because if not, you don't even want to think about that.
What the fuck...

A.N. Shout out: Finleyxn, I will continue this story for you. Hope y'all enjoy :3