camila cabello • one-shots & imagines ♡

mind over matter (bxg)

(Y/N) shook at the steel clasps wrapped tightly around his wrists, his mouth clamped onto a cloth that had been stuffed in his mouth in exchange for his silence. His gaze narrowed at the ground, grunting as he attempted to squeeze his muscles from the tough confinements. (Y/N) had hoped to escape the large handcuffs but to no avail.

His muffled noises were the only sounds that could be heard in the dank atmosphere, his whereabouts unknown as his vision was consumed by the darkness- the only crack of light gleamed underneath the single entrance of the eerie room. A shadow loomed over his vulnerable body, immediately alerting the young man's senses as he looked at a face he never thought he'd see. The cloth that prevented (Y/N) from saying a coherent word was ripped away, causing him to sputter and gasp at the lack of saliva in his mouth.

"Ah. Finally, you're awake. I was beginning to think you died on me. That'd be a real shame, because I really need you to lend me some of that precious information up there," the womanly-figure exclaimed, tapping at one of her temples to emphasize her point. "Before you try and say something like a smartass, have some water." She unscrewed the cap of the water bottle she held in her hands, teasingly setting it in front of (Y/N)'s lap.

"Why are you doing this, Camila? Why would you betray the association like this?" he asked, almost forcing out his words as his throat felt like sandpaper. His bloodshot eyes peered up at the girl, her brown tresses curtaining her face. It was difficult to really see her face, but (Y/N) knew it was her.

"I don't have to answer to you. It's none of your business," Camila said. In (Y/N)'s mind, he had absolutely no clue as to why a trusted ally of his would betray him... especially him. His former partner turned around on her heels, heading towards the cellar door.

"If you really want me to talk, you'd set my freakin' hands free and let me drink this damn water," (Y/N) blurted out, cursing under his breath as he watched the woman stop in her tracks to turn around, a devilish smirk etched on her face. By his foolish request, Camila returned to kneel in front of him, gripping the bottle of water and aiming the spout of it in his face. She purposely sprayed the contents at the helpless prisoner, an amused grin on her face. (Y/N) sputtered and gasped, the liquid drenching the collar of his battered shirt.

"There. Now that you're refreshed, I bet you're feeling a little more cooperative with me, yeah? Unless you'd love to rot in this crappy dump of a place, when it'd be so easy for you to just tell me what I need to know. We can make a wonderful proposition, if freedom is what you're looking for." Raising one of her perfectly-sculpted eyebrows, Camila grabbed the rusted chair beside her, turning it around so her front would press against the back of it.

"I'm not the idiot you take me for, C. You think I'd let you ruin the association that easily? You're out of your ever-lovin' mind," (Y/N) muttered, wiggling his body a bit to hear the clang of metal chains hit against the cement floor.

"I never said you were such a thing. Don't just stuff assumptions in my mouth there, my friend. It's definitely not good for your self-esteem, let me tell you that." Camila rested her chin on her open palm, her elbow perched on the rim of the chair while she faked a yawn.

"I can do this all day. Training has put us through worse conditions, and you know this because we've been through everything together. So again, what is the point in all of this? Why?" (Y/N)'s head was hung low, his question coming out rather muffled as exhaustion took a toll on his body.

"Hm. Well, since you're too stubborn to admit anything as of now, I guess I can entertain the both of us," Camila said. "What was that question of yours again? Why, right? That's a good question. Let's see, well, being under surveillance nearly every second, having to report to some head idiot, and not being recognized for my very helpful contributions... it's not the most ideal job for somebody like me. You see, I just made the smart decision to finally join the side that respects my skills. It's gotten' me here, and I do quite enjoy seeing you like this." (Y/N) shook his head at the new-found information, a mixture of disbelief and sadness running through his mind.

"Camila, I had no idea you felt this way. Please, if we get out of here, let me hel-"

"Don't! Don't make this harder on me and act as if you didn't see this." Shaking her head, a bitter chuckle escaped Camila's lips. "But oh, of course. You were too oblivious because you were the one getting all the stupid praise. 'Good job' this, 'excellent work' that. You took the credit that belonged to me. You're pretty damn lucky to have gotten far in this field of work if it weren't for me. Now? The last thing I want is for you to be successful at something you hardly worked for. Look at you! You're pathetic."

(Y/N) was attentive to every word, despite those words shooting a pang of hurt and guilt at his heart. "You.. you can't possibly think that I..." he began. Camila immediately interrupted the weakened man with a raise of her hand, standing on her feet and tossing her chair forcefully to the side. Her body lunged forward to take a grip at (Y/N)'s torn shirt, her mouth just an inch away from his ear.

"It'll be so fun watching you be a display for all the world to see, especially the association. They will finally realize how much of an amateur you really are. Perhaps it'll be a reminder for them to not send somebody like you to try and, as they probably said, extract or rescue or some absurd crap like that," Camila hissed. "This is just the very beginning of what I have planned, and you will have a front-row seat to it all." Releasing her grip, she stood to turn around, watching as the cellar door opened upon her command. Before she fully exited the room, Camila's head turned to peer over her shoulder. For a split second, (Y/N) swore he could make out a small frown, but it disappeared as fast as it came. "I hope you enjoy the show, (Y/N). I really, really hope you do."

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part 2?

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