Mine | 𝚍𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚒 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

07 | 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚎

Warning: long chapter ahead + mentions of violence/ blood 😋

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You gazed with a burning hatred at the boy stood in front of you. Feeling so stupid and ashamed for trusting him. The days you spent with him weren't enough for you to fully trust him and you knew that, but there was this familiar feeling you got every time you two would converse. It was like you knew him from a long time ago.

Now, however, you desperately wished you listened to your gut feeling and stayed wary of him.

Saito could see the immense pain and betrayal you felt through your eyes. He masked his guilt under an indifferent glare aimed at your slumped figure.

Blood trickled heavily from your scalp, staining everything in its path. Your head hung shamefully as you awaited the impending consequences of putting your trust in someone you didn't even know too well.

"You know, it's a shame. I actually enjoyed the time we spent together. Sadly things had to turn out this way.", he shrugged unbothered.

"Suck dick you messed up, backstabbing motherfucker!", you spat back. (E/c) eyes boring fiercely into him.

Before Saito could respond to your insult the shorter guard marched towards you, giving you a heavy smack across the face. Your head swivelled left from the impact of his hit. Blood sprayed onto the floor out of your mouth while your hair dipped forward, slightly covering your face.

"Filthy piece of shit.", you mumbled lowly under your breath.

"THE HELL DID YOU JUST CALL THE BOSS?", he bellowed.

The 'traitor' watched everything unfold with a blank face, unbothered by anything you said or what they did to you.

You slowly began untying the ropes that bound your hands together. Cautious as to not draw attention to your actions, you arrogantly said, "Ha! Takes more than one weak ass hit for me to surrender, you vertically challenged piece of shit."

"HA?! THIS BITCH IS TESTING MY PATIENCE RIGHT NOW!"

"Well then I guess your dick must be as short as your patience 'cuz it's really not long at all. You should work on that."

In a fit of anger, the guard grabbed your head and slammed it against his knee. You could hear your nose absorb the impact of the collision, blood pouring all over your lap like a waterfall.

Even though your facial muscles burned with excruciating pain, you had to endure it. A little more. Just until the ropes were fully loosened.

"That's enough.", their boss ordered and came forward. He crouched down in front of you, grabbing your head to look you in the eye.

Your face was seriously in bad shape; lip busted, nose turning a blueish-purple.  Crimson covered everything in its path as the liquid fled down your nose and temple. But no matter how badly they beat you, that spark of hatred and determination never left your eyes.

Silently, Saito continued to examine your features.

"What?", you questioned annoyed, "You're looking at me like I'm turning you on or some shit."