𝙇𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙒𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙

𝖫𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖶𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽

Small note: some oneshots may contain triggering topics, I will put a warning at the start of those oneshots

I'm also going to try and keep the reader as gender neutral as possible, so they/them pronouns will be used

Now without further ado, enjoy!

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You took slow steps further into the desert, tightly gripping your pistol. You had no idea how long you've been walking for, nor did you even know where you were. You thought that you might've been somewhere in Egypt, for some reason, considering the countless sand dunes.

Either way, you didn't want to be here and wanted to go home.

There was a sudden loud blaring noise which brought you from your thoughts, making you look forward. You quickly lean against a sand dune out of view as you see what you think are guards wandering around. You looked past them to see a large establishment of some kind, slightly confused by how it looked. It resembled a shark, was it a ship or something? Shaking your head, you watched as the guards walked around, patrolling the area. It seemed like they were guarding something, or possibly someone.

You froze, however, as you felt the barrel of a gun press between your shoulder blades, your breath getting caught in your throat. You didn't need to look back to know that it was one of the guards, your heart racing in your chest.

"I suggest you stand up and start moving." They spoke, pushing the gun barrel further into you. "Unless you want to be eliminated."

Not wanting to get killed, you slowly stood up and started walking over the sand dune towards the heavily guarded area, your hands raised. The guard was quick to take the pistol from your hand, rendering you defenseless. You watch as some of the other guards notice you and raise their guns to aim at you, nervousness coursing through your veins.

"Alert the boss!" The guard behind you shouted, then made you stop. "Let him know we've got a trespasser."

You watch as a nearby guard rushed off to go retrieve their boss, slightly nervous to meet him. You could feel the other guards gazes burn into you eyeing your form, making you uncomfortable. You looked forward as you heard distant footsteps, freezing in place as you saw who was approaching.

He was tall, definitely taller than you were, seven feet maybe. He looked strong too, maybe it's because of the armor giving him that appearance, though he looked like he could snap you in half. The mask was probably the scariest part about him, it covered his face so you couldn't tell what his expression was but he was definitely staring into your soul, making you shake a bit.

"I caught them just over one of the sand dunes watching us, sir." The guard holding you at gunpoint spoke.

Their boss stepped forward until he was directly in front of you, making you tilt your head up. You shivered under his gaze as you identified a certain look in his eyes, having seen the look before but not by someone of his stature.

"Who are you?" He asked coldly, his gaze burning into you. "What is your reasoning for trespassing?"

His voice sent shivers down your spine, making you even more nervous.

"I-I'm sorry, I got l-lost, I don't know where I-I'm at." You spoke rather quickly, silently cursing yourself for being so nervous.

He slightly tilted his head before suddenly gripping your neck firmly, causing you to panic. Almost instantly, you attempt to pry his hand off your neck but to no avail, his grip being like a vice.

"You're a spy, aren't you?" He asked. "You were sent here to spy on me and uncover my plans."

You widened your eyes at the accusation, struggling more.

"N-no, I'm not a s-spy..." You replied, shaking.

He didn't seem to like that answer because he then tightly squeezed your neck, cutting off your air circulation. You desperately tried to remove his hand from your neck, feeling air leaving your lungs.

"That's what a spy would say, isn't it?" He asked rhetorically.

Your attempts to remove his hand from your neck grew weaker as your field of vision grew darker.

"C-c-an't... br-eathe..." You wheezed out, hoping he'd let go.

He tilted his head a bit more before scoffing and letting go of your neck, making you fall to the ground. You gasped and inhaled desperately, tightly clenching fistfuls of sand in your hands.

"Tch, weak and pathetic." He spat harshly. "You'll be dealt with later, take them to one of the holding cells."

The guard behind you harshly pulled you up, making you stand on your feet. You were then pushed forward by the guard, causing you to stumble.

"Get moving." He said, pointing the gun at your back once more.

Not wanting to get killed, you started to move forward slowly, the guard close behind you. You kept your gaze to the ground as you both kept walking, the guard nudging you occasionally. After a few more moments of walking, you were suddenly stopped by the guard by feeling his hand grab the back of your shirt. You watched as he opened the door in front of you then felt him shove you inside of the room, making you lose your footing and fall to the ground. The door to your cell closed behind you and you heard the guards footsteps walk away from the room, leaving you alone. You didn't bother moving from where you were laying on the floor, too exhausted to even move.

You hoped that this was some sort of nightmare, that'd you'd wake up from this in the morning. And if not, well, then you'll just have to manage like you always did.