Rise of the Guardians x reader (Completed)

Torture is the most fun a girl could have

I'm gonna die. You pulled at that fabric but nothing was working. You looked back to him, and saw evil in his eyes.

Suddenly, the guy you saw earlier, the steam punk one, hit pitch on the head with a wooden chair. The fabric loosened around your body, and you fell to the ground. You looked back at pitch, who was seemingly knocked out on the floor.

"Are you alright?" The guy asked, running over to you. He picked you up, and you leaned against the wall. "Other then wanting this fanned nightmare to be over? No." You said, glaring down at pitch.

"I don't know what he's done to you, but you can get through this." He said, placing a hand on your shoulder. "I've believed that. But after almost a full month of dealing with this crap? I'm starting to lose hope." You said. You walked over to pitch, and kicked him hard in the side.

As expected, he didn't move. You stomped hard on his back. Nothing. Since he was unresponsive, you decided this would be the perfect time to get your revenge.

You decided to give the steam punk guy a nickname. Steam. He went and grabbed as much rope as possible, and cleared out an almost already empty room.

Steam helped you get pitch into the room, and tie him up as tight as you could. You bound his hands behind his back, tying it 4 times, each time getting tighter and tighter.

You bound his legs together, with the same ordeal. You tied rope 2 times around his mouth so that he couldn't talk either. You thought about what you wanted to do to him. And then, you got it.

You grabbed the sharpest knife you could find, and a simple chair. Steam stood off in the corner behind pitch, and you sat directly in front of pitch.

You crossed your legs, and twirled the knife in your hands, waiting for pitch to wake up. This was gonna end everything once and for all.

Pitch started to wake up, and take in his surroundings. He looked wide eyed at you, knife in hand, devilish smile spread across your face. "Hey there. Seems like you finally have awoken. You won't be awake for long though." You said, getting up.

Pitch started to pull at the rope, probably trying to free himself. He mumbled a couple of things, and got an angry and slightly feared expression on his face.

You walked to be behind him, and places the knife at his throat. "Either we can so this the hard way..." You said in his ear, pulling at his hair. "Or we can do it the slow and painful way. And mind you, they're the same thing." You said, pulling harshly at his hair.

You slowly started to add pressure to his throat, feeling the urge to just slash his throat then and there. You decided against it. Lifting the knife off his throat, you started to cut his hair.

His hair probably didn't matter to him, but it was just fun to just sit and cut it all off. You pent up all the anger inside you, and kicked him hard in the back.

You left a footprint visible. You punched him in the face, and his nose started to bleed. You felt like you needed to do only a couple more things, then your anger would subside.

You kicked him against the wall, punched him in the stomach, and stabbed the wall near him a couple times to see the fear in his eyes.

Once you where satisfied, you decided to cut the rope that was in his mouth, so that he could speak. "If you try to do ANYTHING, this knife..." You held it up in front of his face. "Will be in your chest faster then I can say death." You smiled at him, and stroked the knife.

"Try anything that could kill me, and I'll rip your intestines out, and happily play jump rope with it."  You stabbed the knife next to his face, and leaned in. "Is that clear?" You asked, looking him in the eyes.

He nodded, and you cut the rope binding his mouth. "You will get nowhere doing this. Whatever you are trying to accomplish, It won't happen... I never expected that the role of hero and villain would flip." He said, glaring at you.

"Oh the roles didn't flip, I'm just returning what you did to me. You probably don't think you tortured me this mich, but believe me, you did." You stood back up, and paced in front of him.

" I'm sick and tired of being continously tortured by you. Everything that I've done here, is just some pent up anger I've been wanting to get rid of." You stared down at him, foot placed right between his legs.

"Now tell me how to get back to our normal realm, or world, and we can leave this all behind." You said to him, pointing the knife at his face. "Or I just might say oops." You said, pointing the knife down to his chest.

"You seriously think that torturing me will ever get me to help you?" He said, looking you up and down. "Well, it probably won't work. But it sure was fun." You said, nodding at Steam.

He hit pitch over the head as hard as he possibly could. He knocked out cold in a matter of seconds. You breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down. "I don't think I can handle this anymore. " You said, placing the knife down on the floor next to you.

You sat and thought about the torture you had gone through. How much pain emotionally and physically that took a toll on your health. "Is there a way you could get me back?" You asked steam, looking up at him,  tired.

"We have invented a time machine." He said. You perked up, and looked him in the eye. "Do you think you could transport me and the bastard back to our realm?" You asked, a glimmer of hope evident in you.

"Of course" he said happily.