Undercover Desires | G.Tomioka x Reader |

Chapter 19

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest, the sound of her blood rushing through her ears as she strained against the ropes binding her wrists. The coarse fibres bit into her skin, each movement sending sharp pain up her arms, but she didn't care. She had to get out of here—now.

The warehouse was quiet, the only sound the distant hum of machinery and the faint creaks of the building settling in the night. The guards had been careless, leaving her unobserved for a brief moment. It wasn't much, but it was the only chance she had. Giyuu wouldn't be able to find her, and she was on her own.

With a final, desperate twist, Y/N felt the rope give slightly. She gritted her teeth, focusing all her energy on the slight slack, using it to work her hands free. Her fingers ached, trembling from the effort, but finally, blessedly, one hand slipped free.

She wasted no time, quickly untying the rest of the knots with shaking hands. Her wrists were raw, the skin broken and bleeding, but she barely noticed. All that mattered was getting out of here, escaping before they realised she was gone.

Y/N stood on unsteady legs, her body screaming in protest. She was weak from days of torment, her muscles stiff and sore, but she couldn't afford to rest. The door was just a few feet away, and beyond it—freedom.

She moved as quickly as she could, her bare feet silent on the cold, concrete floor. The door creaked slightly as she pushed it open, and Y/N froze, holding her breath, waiting for any sign that someone had heard. But the warehouse remained silent, and she exhaled slowly, slipping through the door and into the dimly lit corridor beyond.

The air was musty, the smell of oil and rust thick in her nose. Y/N hesitated, trying to get her bearings, before choosing the direction that seemed to lead to an exit. The corridor stretched out before her, endless and foreboding, but she forced herself to move forward, one step at a time.

Each step sent a jolt of pain through her battered body, her wounds reopening, but Y/N pushed it all to the back of her mind. She couldn't think about the pain, the fear—she had to focus on getting out, on surviving.

As she neared a corner, she paused, pressing her back against the wall. She could hear voices—low, rough—coming from the other side. Her heart raced as she inched closer, peeking around the edge to see two guards talking, their backs to her. They were blocking the only path to what she hoped was the exit.

Y/N's mind raced, her breath quickening. She had no weapon, no way to fight them off if they noticed her. But she couldn't turn back now, not when she was so close. She took a deep breath, gathering every ounce of courage she had left, and moved quietly behind them, praying they wouldn't turn around.

But just as she was about to slip past, one of the guards shifted, catching a glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned sharply, his eyes narrowing as he spotted Y/N.

"Hey!" he shouted, reaching for his gun.

Y/N didn't think—she just ran.

The sound of their heavy footsteps pounded in her ears as they gave chase, shouting at her to stop. But Y/N didn't stop. She pushed herself harder, ignoring the agony in her limbs, the searing pain in her side where a particularly brutal beating had left its mark.

The corridor seemed to stretch endlessly before her, twisting and turning, but she kept running, desperation fuelling her. She could see a door at the end, the faint outline of light seeping through the cracks. Hope surged in her chest—if she could just make it there—

A sharp pain exploded in her leg, and Y/N cried out, stumbling as she felt the burn of a bullet tearing through her flesh. She crashed to the ground, her vision swimming as she tried to crawl forward, her fingers scrabbling against the rough concrete.