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Hurting andrey AU (extra, requested)

Anonymous asked:

i drug, kidnap, and throw Andrey in my basement. I tell him he deserves it then proceed to cut him up with my knife and then rub salt in his wounds. I then cut off two of his fingers and stab the others fingers. I leave him in a freezing room with no blanket or any sort of comfort.

Noone has the pass to hurt Noah baby like that.

This was... so much fun to write... I should write more of whumpee andrey.. Thanks for breaking my writer's block anon <33

REVENGE IS A DISH BEST SERVED COLD; WHUMPEE ANDREY AU

CW: GOREE, torture, emotional and psychological abuse, Whumper turned whumpee, reader is whumper, I think its pretty obvious of what the Cw's are from the ask :)

Andrey awoke to darkness. His head throbbed, a dull, pounding pain that seemed to echo through his entire body. He tried to move, but his limbs were bound, heavy chains biting into his wrists and ankles. Panic surged through him as he realized he was in an unfamiliar place, the cold stone floor beneath him sending chills through his bones. The last thing he remembered was being snatched and thrown into this basement. How that happened, he had no idea.

"What the hell?" he muttered, his voice hoarse and weak.

A light flickered on, blinding him momentarily. When his vision cleared, he saw a figure standing before him, a cruel smile on their lips. The basement was dimly lit, the walls lined with sinister-looking tools and instruments.

"Who the fuck are you?" Andrey demanded, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and anger. "Do you have any idea who I am?"

"I know exactly who you are, Andrey," you replied, your voice dripping with malice. "And I know what you've done."

Andrey's heart skipped a beat. He had made many enemies over the years, his cruel treatment of those beneath him earning him more hatred than he cared to admit. But this... this was different. This was personal.

You stepped closer, revealing a gleaming knife in your hand. "You deserve everything that's coming to you," you said, your eyes burning with a sadistic light. "And more."

"Oh you will regret this, when I execute you. If you know what's good for you, let me go, and I will let you live."

"You speak like you're not scared when I can clearly see the fear coming from you. It's not common isn't it?" You spoke, kneeling beside him and tilting your head.

"What?"

"Well it's not everyday that an heir to a country gets captured is it?"

Andrey's eyes narrowed, his pride and arrogance flaring up even in his vulnerable state.

You don't know who you're dealing with," he spat, though his voice wavered. "My family will find you. They'll make you pay for this."

You laughed, a chilling sound that echoed off the basement walls. "Oh, I'm counting on it. But not before I make you suffer for what you did to Noah."

Andrey's eyes widened. Noah. That pathetic wretch. "Noah? You're doing this for him?" He couldn't help but scoff. "He's nothing. Just a tool. A weak, sniveling—"

A sharp slap cut off his words, the sting burning across his cheek. Your face twisted with rage. "You don't get to talk about him like that. Not anymore."

Andrey's mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood. He glared defiantly, his pride refusing to yield. "Do your worst," he hissed. "I won't break."

Your smile was a chilling promise. "Oh, I intend to."