Just random one-shots with my OC, Seiryu because...why not.
Lemons and fluffs are available and you can think of a scenario if you want and I'll put it down.
Another fist flies at your face, striking the right and sending some blood out your mouth and onto the concrete floor as you sit on a chair, completely immobile as zip ties keep your hands to the armrests and your legs are tied against the chair legs.
Your captors, Shadow Company, an American private military company, kidnapped you off the street when you were coming home from a Starbucks with cups of coffee for you and your mercenary, Seiryu.
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A man's black-gloved hand grabs you by the chin, forcing you to focus on his face. This man, Commander Phillip Graves, the company's founder and CEO, smirks as he looks at you.
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Graves: "Not cooperative... Alright, then. I know your type. Give it to her the hard way. She'll break eventually."
Y/N: "I don't know a fucking thing! Let me go!"
He walks to the side, exiting the room and leaving his men to do his dirty work - one of his troops picks up a blowtorch and begins heating a piece of rebar while another one picks up a pair of pliers and begins to approach you.
Shadow Company Contractor 2: "Look, I'm no dentist, but I sure know how to yank teeth out of that foul mouth of yours'."
Your eyes widen at the sight of the blood-stained pliers he wields as he approaches you, grabbing you by your scalp to keep your head still. And click the pliers twice before slowly inserting them into your mouth and gripping your front tooth.
Shadow Company Contractor 2: "Uh oh, looks like we got a baby tooth. Let me, your doctor, extract it for you."
Y/N: "AH! AAH!"
*CLICK*
*CLICK*
*BLINK*
Suddenly, the lights in the room go out, confusing the contractors inside the room. Many of them look around, confused, with the torturer letting your tooth go and dropping the pliers to pull out his pistol.
