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Chapter 19

TW: Non Consensual Kissing and Touching and Human Experimentation

Please remember we do NOT condone ANY of this, and these things should never be repeated. If you are uncomfortable with any of these themes, there will be a short summary at the end of the chapter that you can skip to, before our A/Ns.

Smack!

"Wake up." A sharp sting and a sultry voice pulls Y/N out of their forced slumber. As they are blinking out the sleep from their eyes, they groan in pain from the sudden appearance of a pounding headache. They swallow a couple of times to try and remove the cotton feeling in their mouth. They look around the room really quickly, absorbing everything they can.

All of the walls were made of solid metal. Many shades of muted blue tapestries hang on the high walls with many depictions of a woman on it.

They're probably pretty thick too... Y/N thinks to themself in their drowsy stupor.

Then they feel the freezing cold floor on their knees. Their eyes open wide, shocked, as they try to adjust to this new freezing environment. As they scan the area around them, they notice a few guards stationed around the... prison. Because that's the only thing this room could be, despite its beautiful art.

Suddenly, a freezing hand grabs their chin and forces their head up towards the unknown person. She is.. Beautiful. One of the most beautiful women they have ever seen.. Wait. No scratch that, she IS the most beautiful woman they have ever seen. She has perfectly flawless pale skin that even models would be jealous of. Her hair seems to be forever flowing and has this beautiful light blue color, almost like ice. Her light red lipstick contrasts from everything around her. She also has a... crown.. of ice.

Y/N bluescreens as the realization hits them like bus-chan.

The Tsaritsa.

It's the only person that she could possibly be. They stare at her with wide eyes as she observes them, her long and sharp nails making indents in their skin. She forces their head around as she sucks in every little detail about them. Slowly, a graceful smile blesses her face. She leans in closer as her eyes close slightly before she pushes her lips against Y/N's.

Their eyes widen even more as she kisses them. Attempting to push her off proves fatal as their limbs just... refuse to move.

Fuck. The drugs.

She deepens the kiss, pulling them into an almost-hug, one of her hands resting on their ass, the other pulling their head closer to her. After a moment, she pulls back and frowns, her gentle features contorting into a look of conflicted rage. She sighs softly as she stands up, beckoning one of the many Fatui guards over to her. Y/N tries to speak up, to do anything, but it seems that the only thing they can do is hold themself up.

"Take them to the labs. Tell the Doctor that he can have them for a month with them before their execution," she pauses for a minute, pressing her lips as if deep in thought. "But tell him not to damage them too badly. At least keep their... Beautiful face... mostly intact." She spits out the word, but without the hate that Y/N expects. It almost seems like love, just not meant for them. Meant for the Creator.

She looks back over their shoulder at Y/N's limp form before smiling. "Don't worry you filth, your suffering will be over soon."

She turns away, her heels clicking on the ground. The guard takes this as a sign to bring them to Dottore. The masked person hoists them up and puts them in what could be called a bridal carry, but without the sentiment that follows it. They don't even look down, but if they did, they would see Y/N's tear-filled eyes, silently begging for them to put them down and go away.