╰┈➤ ❝ 𝐒𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭 ❞ 𝘽𝙨𝙙 𝙭 𝙂𝙉¡𝙑𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞¡𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧.

✿ 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 20

Warnings: You, ur mom, Y/n thinking they got big brain IQ, spoilers alert: they don't, Jouno being sadistic, kinky, and 50 more shades of the red flag representative, Y/n's trauma omg yes😍🔥🙏‼️, BDSM but not actually, Y/n drifting away further from sanity help, bl yaoi electrocuting collar, and bro still manages to fantasize ab Fyofyo bbg☠️☠️, GIRLBOSSIEST GILRBOSS ENTRIES ONG⁉️⁉️, take a guess my bro, 2 random extra ppl for sum reason at the end.

[Update: i added the fanart at the end🙏🙏]

Uh yes, i did say it woupd be like, a month, but yeah. Take this chaoter in 10 days worth and more than 3000 words in total ig, 2500 smth in the narrative part 🙏🙏.

And yes aesthetic changes cuz the old one was tedious asf.

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"Mister Officer, am I to get interrogated in a fucking torture room."

This particular situation doesn't look good for you.

'Why?' You ask? Yeah no, pretty sure no one is gon ask that question. Everyone knows this guy's a fucking sadist.

Jouno waved his hand dismissively. "Oh, no need to worry about that."

'No need to worry- my fucking FOOT.' You bit your nails nervously as you glared at him in contempt.

Jouno smiled amusedly, as if sensing your inner turmoil, which, he probably did.

He began, "Ah, well, I am afraid the seats aren't as comfortable as you'd prefer-" They were laced with leather binds all over the stands and armrests "-But that is all we can provide you right now as just a small petty crime-catching group of four." The sarcasm was evident because the Hunting Dogs' monthly salary is something to die (or be experimented on aha) for.

He continued yapping bs, "I hope you don't get dissapointed with our hospitality, dear." You had an overwhelming urge to genocide dozens of Jouno but as you heard the last part, your mind automatically just registered that one single word consisting of four alphabets.

Needless to say, as you hadn't expected Jouno of all people to call you that, you flushed pink for a moment, which turned darker a darker shade at Jouno leaning in closer.

Jouno smirked, then as if teasingly, leaned closer to you as he put a hand firmly on your right shoulder- your breath hitched- pushing you down to sink into the cetainly-uncomfortable seat. He reached his other hand across you which was doing movements though you weren't able to focus primarily on that, busy flushing 50 shades of period blood and your chest feeling tight and locked in space.

Click.

You snapped out of your stupor and directed your eyes to the direction from which you had heard the click.

Halfway through, the realization of what it might be crossed your brain.

'Of course, I wouldn't really feel anything physical in my chest if I was merely flustered.'

"Finally noticed, have you?" He chuckled mockingly as you made a pained face when trying to move in the bindings. "I can't say seeing you flustered wasn't amusing, but as a member of the Hunting Dogs, I have a job to do."

Alright, the chest and hand binding really felt horrible restricting. You might just suffocate, bruises were a given. Unimaginably uncomfortable, if you had to describe it.

"Since all the other members have no capability in the field of interrogation, naturally, I am there to fill the spot, as the key member in any investigation."