Undercover Desires | G.Tomioka x Reader |

Chapter 20

The warehouse where Y/N was being held was silent, the air heavy with tension. The guards patrolled the perimeter, their eyes sharp, their guns ready. They had received orders to keep Y/N alive, to make sure she didn't escape again. But even as they followed their orders, a sense of unease hung in the air, a feeling that something was about to happen.

Y/N lay in the cold, dark room, her body aching from the wounds inflicted upon her. The chains around her wrists and ankles kept her bound to the chair, the metal biting into her flesh every time she moved. Her leg throbbed where the bullet had torn through it, the pain a constant reminder of her failed escape attempt.

She had tried to hold on to hope, had believed that Giyuu would come for her, but as the hours passed and the darkness closed in around her, that hope had begun to fade. The man in the mask had made it clear that she was alone, that no one was coming to save her. Not even Giyuu.

Y/N's mind was a fog of pain and despair, the fear gnawing at her resolve. She didn't want to believe it, didn't want to think that Giyuu would abandon her, but as the minutes turned into hours and there was no sign of a rescue, the doubts crept in.

What if he really didn't care? What if this was the end?

The door to the room creaked open, and Y/N flinched, her heart pounding in her chest. The masked man entered, his cold eyes assessing her with a hint of amusement.

"You look like you've been through hell," he said, his voice a low, mocking drawl. "But don't worry, it's not over yet."

Y/N stared at him, her throat dry, her voice too weak to respond. The man moved closer, leaning down until his face was inches from hers.

"Do you want to know what's happening out there?" he asked, his tone taunting. "Do you want to know what your precious Giyuu is doing right now?"

Y/N swallowed, her heart racing. She didn't want to hear it, didn't want to know, but she couldn't stop herself from nodding slightly, her eyes pleading for any scrap of information.

The man smiled beneath his mask, a cruel, twisted smile. "He's negotiating. But not for you."

Y/N's breath caught in her throat, her mind reeling. What did he mean? What was Giyuu negotiating for if not her?

"He's willing to trade something valuable," the man continued, "something more valuable than you. He's made it clear that you're not worth the trouble. It's a pity, really. You were hoping he'd come for you, weren't you?"

Y/N's vision blurred with tears, her heart breaking at his words. She had believed—had desperately clung to the hope that Giyuu would save her. But now, as the man's words sunk in, that hope shattered, leaving her with nothing but the cold, hard truth.

Giyuu wasn't coming. He didn't care. She was just a pawn, a disposable asset in his eyes.

The man straightened, his expression one of satisfaction as he saw the despair in Y/N's eyes. "But don't worry," he said, almost gently. "We'll make sure you don't suffer for too much longer. Once the deal is done, we'll put you out of your misery."

Y/N closed her eyes, the tears slipping down her cheeks as she let herself sink into the darkness. She had fought so hard, had tried to be strong, but now... now she was tired. She didn't want to fight anymore. If this was the end, then so be it.

The man turned to leave, but before he could reach the door, the sound of a distant explosion rocked the building, the walls trembling with the force of it. He froze, his head snapping towards the door, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"What the hell...?"

The guards outside shouted in alarm, their voices rising in confusion and panic. The man cursed under his breath, pulling out his phone and barking orders to his men. Y/N barely registered the commotion, her mind too numb to process what was happening.