Laurel tree | Cyno x reader

VI

TW : torture, gore, suicidal thoughts, death

The fatui member was roped to a chair, back in Tighnari's place. Cyno's arms were crossed, keeping his eyes on him until he would wake up again. He managed to bring the two of you with the help of his men and Nilou. Though she had to go back to fulfil her schedule.

He lifted up his head when he heard the man slightly budge in his position, trying to move but feeling his limbs tied to the chair. His eyes fluttered open, looking up half lidded at Cyno. His face was still messed up.

Cyno got up from his place, approaching the man.
"Slept well?"

"Where am I?! Untie me!"

Arching his eyebrow, Cyno got closer.
"I don't think you understand how things work here...Take a look at yourself, do you really think you're in any position to give orders?"

He picked up his polearm, and stretched out in front of him, positioning the point of the sharp blade inches away from the nose of the fatui.

"What is your business with y/n? Why do your people have their eyes on her?"

Yet again, the fatui stayed silent.
"Surely there must be a reason..."

"There is no reason, you should be familiar with our business, take a wild guess."

"Giving me an attitude won't help your situation you scum. Answer me, what do you want to do with her?"

The man shifted in his position again, trying to free himself as he shouted again.
"Let me go!"

"So disobedient."

Cyno walked closer till he halted himself in front of his victim, looking down on him. He slightly shifted to the side to pick up one of his daggers from the table. His gaze was fixated on the blade, bringing the dagger up and stroking it with his other hand.

"I hope you are familiar with my methods..."

He looked up from the dagger, sending him another dirty look.

"I'll give you one more chance. Start speaking."

"Try anything you want, nothing will work."

That was enough for Cyno as he moved his arm that held the dager. Positioning the pointy end against the skin of his upper arm before he started to put on pressure. Pressing the blade in his flesh, the man shrieked in pain. He kept his eyes on him as he digged deeper.

"Filth like you don't deserve my mercy."
He stared in his soul as he kept building up the pressure that held the dagger in his hand.

"Fool, do you think your loyalty to them will be rewarded? Perhaps you want to prove your worth...or you're just full of shit." He pushed his hand once more, making the man groan bitterly.

"Stop! Okay, I- I..." He panted.

Cyno lifted up his head in hope. "You what?"

"Y/n...she-"

The door suddenly opened, interrupting them. Cyno sighed and closed his eyes before looking back, frowning. He was ready to swear at the person who dared interfere at the most important moment. But he didn't, instead his eyes slightly widened, recognising the figure.

You stood there, absolutely frozen. Your hands were still on the door, you regretted being curious. You had never seen Cyno like that, your eyes flickered to the wound he caused on the fatui, making you breath in sharply. Noticing, Cyno immediately moved his hand away, pulling the dagger out of the man's arm as blood splattered.

"What are you doing here, you should be recovering."

"I-I'm sorry." You blinked. "I just heard these noises...Did you do that?"