Hidden Femme Fatale [Adult Trio x OC]

6. The torture is gone, my humanity too

How many minutes have passed? Days, weeks, months. This room revealed nothing but darkness. A minimum of light, Kusanagi had forgotten what it was to see. It was as if she was blind, as if she was dead.

Steps. Yes, he is coming. Today's torture was approaching. What would happen this time? Was there anything new at all that could be done to her? Half her nails were missing, the rest of them showing again. Her body was in countless wounds from smaller to deep ones. Her hair had long been scattered to the other end of the room. Her eyes don't have light in them, dried traces of tears on her cheeks, from everyday crying, only pain. The man stood before her. He stared at her, smiled wickedly and waited. Yes, she knew this man, albeit old.

His hands were empty. What a torture would it be if not with a tool? Ten minutes, twenty minutes - silence, they were just sitting and staring at each other. Finally, he got up and touched the wounds on her face.

"Does it hurt?"

Silence. What was he planning now?

"Do you want to escape?"

She didn't know what she wanted anymore.

"Your parents also looked at me like that. Your father was lying dead on the floor, staring blankly at how I raped your mother."

Rage. She didn't feel that for years, but now, oh now she did.

The man stepped back and held up his hands in the air, showing innocence. "You are free, go."

There was something wrong with that smile. Still, she stood up. Something interesting was that this guy was not like the others - to tie you and not let you escape. No, he had locked her in a tiny underground room filled with all sorts of strange objects and sick smell of blood.

Kusanagi headed for the door, but at her first step, she fell. How many months have passed since she walked properly? Nevermind, she will crawl. But how will she see? A small bulb didn't help her at all. Her red eyes have long since lost their functionality. There was a chance she could survive, but she losed the first steps to every person's life. She stood on the floor, cried and cried without a voice. She crawled and stopped every 30 seconds. She was breathing heavily, biting her lips angrily. And the torturer looked at her, enjoying himself, that even turned him on.

A little more, just a little more. Three paces, two paces, one... and suddenly a figure stood before her. Her escape was interrupted. Now, now her face was firmly on the ground, her head pressed by a dirty shoe.

She was so capable, she could do so many things, but that guy stalked her for years, knowing when she was the most vulnerable. And no matter how perfect she could have been, she couldn't defend herself at that point of the exam.

Thought. Something appeared in her head. When was she last allowed to dream?

Right now.. what did Gon and Killua do? Kurapika and Leorio... Hisoka... Gittarackur... Hopefully, they have taken the exam, now they can learn more. She wanted to see them. So much. But she also wanted to get her revenge - for her parents who didn't love her, but they still gave her the privilege to see the world.

Wet noise. Bloody rain poured on her. Her eyes slowly turned toward the source, focusing on the misery. Instead of that likeness of a person stood that old black door.

He literally exploded. And so strong that nothing was left of him. Ah yes, there was that one child with such abilities. She had found him in a town when she traveled not long ago. It was so rushed, but his diligence wakened admiration in [Y/n]. The moment she looked at him for a longer time than necessary, she had the ability. A strange plus.

She felt nothing. Just a few seconds ago, a living creature exploded over her, but she felt nothing. No rage, no grief, no happiness. It seemed as if the extinction of this man had evaporated her emotions. That was so easy. Disappointing. What did she want minutes ago? She didn't remember.

She crawled the remaining few meters away and grabbed the handle to stand up. She barely opened the door that led her to a small corridor with stairs at the end of it. Torture. The wounds on her legs hadn't yet closed, she couldn't walk. But she didn't give up her last hope. [Y/n] leaned against the wall with her hands and slowly turned toward her freedom. But the path for that fresh air and the light breeze took a lot of time, more than an hour. It was dark and cold. She was wearing the same clothes from months ago but cut from good amount of sharp objects. Yet it was over. The hell was over, but that didn't rid the big hole in her heart.

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I'm sorry, that one is a little short but I don't have that much time to write. Hope you like this chapter as well and thanks for reading!