Overwatch one shots

save me from him(mchanzo)

This week has been rough. I met someone who locked me up in his basement and beats me if I piss him off. I've got my wrists behind me, my ankles together and a noose around my neck that could have the lever pulled at any moment. It's a little tight, but I'm unable to complain due to the gag in my mouth. I don't want to be here. This man is insane.

Every time I hear the squealing of the door open, I whimper in hopes I don't get beaten again. I can't do anything besides stand on the tip of my toes all day and be patient. Waiting all day for him to come down and bring me water then let me sit for at least five minutes.

He tells me how beautiful I am. I feel his fingers running through my hair, then a yank at it. He tells me one day I'll deserve to be upstairs, but not yet. He only says this because he claims I'm his favorite out of "everyone". There's more people as well, but where? I got to see something when my blindfold slipped, they looked like glass tanks or something. Maybe...maybe that's where they are.

My heart dropped, feeling his cold hand touch my face. I felt myself being lowered to the floor, the gag being removed. I couldn't help but sob. I'm not the one to cry, but I was. Tears rolled down my cheeks, his hand wiping them away.

"Don't cry," he whispered, untying the ropes behind me, giving me a glass of water. He'd feel the marks on my wrists, kissing each and every inch of bruising and bleeding. "Tell me, what's on your mind?" I slowly and shakily sipped my water, licking my dry lips.

This man is who I want dead. I want him gone. I have to leave or I'm dead. "I-I wanna go home." I whined, I dropped the cup on accident, but the water didn't spill out. It stayed in the cup. He caught it, how?

"You can't go home just yet." He set the cup down, putting my blindfold back on. "It'll be awhile." I felt his hands reach around me, untying the noose. Surprised I don't have brain damage, lack of air for that long could've killed me. He grabbed a handful of hair, then cut it and I could feel the cold blade barely touch my skin.

"What do you want from me? I can give you money or popularity, please just don't kill me." My voice cracked as I spoke, his hand grabbing my throat.

"Your skin is so soft." He whispered, making me stand up and walk over to my bed. "And so is your hair...I want it." As I sat on the bed, he grabbed my ankles, pinning me down before tying my legs down to the bed.

"If you want me dead, just do it then. Please I'm begging you I don't want to lay in agony just to rot in this basement." He gently slipped his hand under my shirt and he cut it off. I just want to leave. This is just a dream, let it be a dream.

"Open up, because to be honest, this is gonna hurt like a bitch." He forced a gag into my mouth and I felt a cold and heavy object touch my leg. "It'll be a quick task." I felt him take a swing at my legs and they certainly snapped. Of course a baseball bat did the job. I let out screams loud enough that the neighbors could hear them but they didn't. I knew they couldn't. My legs hurt so much. "Told you." He whispered, the bat making a thud as he dropped it and allowed his body to just collapse onto the bed. "I'm so tired." I felt his head rest on my chest and that's when I finally broke. I snapped. Nothing of me is left. I straight up began sobbing and was shaking intensely. My legs are broken, I'm locked in some strangers basement, my brother is probably searching for me.

"Don't cry, I just want to keep you here because I love you. Yeah, I know I'm underage technically but I'll be eighteen in a few days so it's okay." He rubbed my stomach and I couldn't stop him. Not even my high pitched cries would stop him. I felt him sit up and remove the gag, petting my head.