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꧁꧂
TW : torture, gore, suicidal thoughts, death
The fatui member was roped to a chair, in an empty room at 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 from all the punches he took.
Cyno got up from his sitting position, approaching the man. "Slept well?"
"Where am I?! Untie me!"
Arching his eyebrow, Cyno got closer. "I don't think you understand the situation you're in right now...Take a good look at yourself, do you really think you're in any position to give me 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."
"Harassing innocent people and being scum? I'm familiar indeed but I'd say narrowing a woman two times on a row goes deeper than that."
The man shifted in his position again, trying to free himself as he shouted again. "Let me go!"
"Your fate is in your own hands..."
Cyno approached him closer, 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 the tip of his finger.
"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 charged with the dagger in his hand, positioning the pointy end of the blade against the skin on the man's upper arm before he started to put on pressure. The man shrieked in pain and Cyno 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 on the dagger.
"Fool, do you think your loyalty to them will be rewarded? Perhaps you want to prove your worth to them...or you're just full of shit." He pushed his hand once more, making the man groan bitterly.
