The Devil You Know | Deckard Shaw x Reader [STOPPED UPDATING]

Chapter 8 - Restrained

Note: Tilted dialogue is spoken in Croatian.

You started waking up in a small concrete room. A bag over your head prevented you from seeing it in detail. The cold tiled floor you were laying on made you shiver. There was a lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. The sound of it flickering irritated your ears. It felt like it was inside your head. A rope was fastened around your arms and legs tightly. The bag was also tied around your neck, just loose enough to enable you to breathe and blood to circulate.

As seconds passed you became more aware of your surroundings. Water dripping could be heard. It made you realise your mouth was completely dry. How much time had passed since you took your last sip of liquid?

With that question in mind, you began comprehending the situation. Your first instinct was to free yourself. Moving your body frantically you tried loosening the rope but failed. It made you notice that your arms were tied to some kind of metal pole. Tilting your head you looked up and saw what looked to be a rusty shower with trash hanging on it. "An abandoned building with a shower..." you muttered. Is this a pool or a gym...?

To avoid the cold floor you tried sitting up. After some twisting and turning you got yourself in a somewhat upright position. You continued pushing yourself to the wall which the shower was fixed on. A slight pinch was felt on your lower arm but you ignored it.

All the moving tired you and your head became dizzy. You attempted to rest yourself and take deep breaths but were disturbed by a door opening. Fear started pouring into you. As two men stepped inside you made an effort to stay as calm and quiet as possible, pretending to still be unconscious.

"Check up on her," ordered one of the men. He stood on the other side of the room with his arms crossed. The other guy started walking towards you. He squatted next to you and put two fingers on your neck. "Her heartbeat is still weak, sir," he said and turned his head away. The other guy was slowly walking closer. "Her IV has been pulled out and her position changed. That means she's just sleeping right now on is not unconscious," he stated. He pushed his colleague away and grabbed your suit's collar. Suddenly a strong force pressured your neck, making you choke. Your acting couldn't continue with your body making weird noises. "See, she's awake." "If you continue doing that she won't be!" the other reminded.

Your neck was let go, making the wheezing stop. Your lungs were finally able to catch some air. "What do you want from me?" you said in a quiet voice while your frantic breathing calmed down. The man who choked you chuckled and spoke up: "You'll have to ask my boss about that. What I want to do with your pretty face isn't what you were brought here for."  He then stood up and started leaving the room, the other guy following shortly. The room was quiet again. You felt like you'll meet the boss quite soon, finally getting to know the reason for your kidnapping.

After what seemed like an eternity, to doors finally opened again. This time there were three men entering. They seemed to be wearing something to cover their faces. Two of the men were carrying some big, boxy object while the other was watching over them. Splashes of water could be heard from their direction. "Good to see you're awake," said a voice you weren't familiar with. It sounded like it belonged to an older person. "I was happy to hear you could move your tongue, it's going to come in handy," said the same person, walking towards you. He kneeled next to you and continued: "All that rope around your neck must be bothering you, let me just remove it." The way he said that sounded polite, like he didn't want this to be his current situation.

The bag was slowly removed. You could see exactly what your surroundings were. A completely run down shower-room. Tiles were missing from the floor or walls, broken and rusty pipes were laying all over the place. It looked like no one used the place. All hopes of someone finding you disappeared.

The man in front of you must've been the boss. He seemed like a scary old man. As he stood up he ordered the two other men to drag you closer. You could now see that the big boxy object was a container full of water. The guy, supposedly lowest in position, reached behind your back and cut you free. Before you could do anything the men grabbed your arms and started dragging you.

Your tied up legs dragged on the floor. It stopped right in front of the container. The boss stood on the other side. "We have some questions for you. You can cooperate and harm will be minimal," he said. "Let's begin. Where is the security room in your new workplace?" You stayed quiet. Tension grew as seconds passed. You became anxious thinking about the result of this. The man grew impatient: "Come on (f/n), it's a simple question. Where is the security room?" Again, you stayed quiet.

"I guess I'll have to hear your voice in some other way," said the boss, aggravated. The man's arm signalled something and your head plummeted into the cold and dirty water. Someone's hand was pushing it down. Panic grabbed you, shortness of breath quickly came and you tried struggling out of the position. You desperately held your breath for as long as you could, but your insides felt like they were burning.

As quickly as your head was pushed into the water, it was pulled out. Water was dripping everywhere. While you were catching your breath the boss spoke: "Is this necessary (f/n)? Do you really need to put yourself through this torment?" "I don't know," you said. "You don't know what?" questioned the man. "I don't know where the fucking room is!" you exclaimed. You spoke the truth. When on tour of the building, there were no signs of a security room. Most security personnel were based around entrances and the basement archives, and besides cameras, that was it.

The man exhaled and waved his hand. This time you were more prepared for it, attempting to take a deep breath beforehand. These actions were repeated over and over. The same question, the same answer, the same consequence. The whole thing felt like it lasted ages. The boss ended the whole thing after getting tired and bored. "I think this will be enough for now. Tie her up and leave her here," he ordered. Wanting to agitate him more you commented: "Good. I was planning on inhaling the water next time my head got in." With a smirk on your face, you looked directly into his eyes, earning yourself a punch in the face. If you wouldn't have been restrained, your body would be flying.

A barely audible "Bitch" reached your ears. "Hey, what do I tie her with?" was whispered behind you. There was no answer until the boss left. "Why did you cut the rope?!" said the man who previously choked you. "I didn't know I was supposed to untie it!" the other roared back. "Unbelievable, I'm gonna get something to tie her with. Don't let her go!" the man stated, leaving the room and mumbling "Why am I working with this guy?"

The room became quiet as the doors closed. The guy was restraining your hands from behind, making you sit on the floor. A question was bugging you so you just blurted it out: "Do you even understand them? What they say not in English?" The reckless man sighed and answered: "I don't need to understand to know." With that, the conversation ended. This three men started seeming more like a part of a bigger organisation rather than an independent group. A clear lack communication and respect roamed between them.

After some waiting, the man returned with zip-ties. "Here, tie her with these," he said, throwing them at you "Do I need to explain how to use them?" The men exchanged angry glares. When you were secured back to your pipe, you got hooked to a new IV. What a weird way to keep hostages alive. With that in mind, you could only wait for another round of torture to come.

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*looks at calendar* Woah, it's been a long time.

I'm gonna change the pov from 2. to 1. I'm having trouble writing this way. I feel like 1. pov would be better and easier.

A friend of my started their own original book Tales of Archa: Huntsmen. It's fresh, only 1 chapter out. The book is not about Deck or F&F (sadly, lol), it has fantasy mideval theme. His username is DH-FancyPants and I would greatly appreciate if you guys would check it out. 😍😘

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