Overwatch Fantasies

Reaper x Female Reader: Saviour

Part Twenty-Three: Reaper x Female Reader - Saviour

Rating: EXPLICIT

Author's Note: This story contains somewhat supernatural content, and I classify it as explicit due to the intensity of the situation at hand. Regarding content, you are an investigative journalist hot on Reaper's tail, but will you catch him before he catches you?

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You awoke in the dead of night, sweat running down your back. Your nightgown stuck against your skin, goosebumps crawling up your skin. Something was wrong. You found yourself gripping at the sheets, scanning your surroundings, wondering if there was a stranger lurking in the darkness, waiting to take advantage of your vulnerability.

You began to shake, as you fingered the silver cross that hung around your neck, praying that it would give you the strength to investigate. You had been training for this; investigative journalism had definitely put a target on your back. It was as if you wore a bullseye on the back of your shirt.

You knew you were close to identifying the assailant known as the Reaper. You had many of his agents come after you, causing you to relocate and enter the witness protection program. You refused to give up; the world deserved to know about the atrocities the organisation, Talon, were committing. As far as you were concerned, the Reaper was responsible for many of the events, causing casualties and chaos all over the world. But who was he?

You had gotten close before, merely missing him, as he escaped on a motorbike, flashing you a look, concealing his identity behind a pearl mask. He knew who you were now, and that terrified you. You changed contacts, your name and you relocated to the opposite side of the world. You had to change your entire identity in order to expose Talon and their associates. You would be a hero and praised for your sacrifice and bravery. You craved glory and recognition, and you knew humanity would be forever in your debt.

You rolled out of your bed, landing on your knees, rummaging through your belongings, searching for a hand gun you kept there in case of an emergency. However, your assailant was too quick, as he faded up behind you, laying a strong blow on your head. You fell to the floor, falling unconscious by the sudden strike. You closed your eyes and your world faded to back.

The Reaper stood over your crumpled body, pressing the barrel of his shotgun at your head. He considered pulling the trigger, ending your witch-hunt against him and his organisation, but he paused, remembering the way you looked at him as he drove away. You were filled with hunger and an unspeakable lust for him. He felt as if he were your prey, and you were his predator. You wanted him, and you wanted to be recognised for it. He knew that, and ultimately, this factor saved your life. He pulled the cross from around your neck, the chain breaking, discarding it on the floor. God wasn't going to save you now. 

Reaper hovered over your limp body, before picking you up in his muscular arms and exiting your building, undetected by your security guards. They weren't to find out of your absence, as each received a bullet to the brain upon exiting.

You awoke, and your world was shrouded in darkness. Your hands and feet were bound behind your back. You remained in your black slip, that was loose and silky around your body. You had a burlap sack around your head, but you knew you weren't alone. He was there.

You struggled in your restraints, as the figure chuckled to himself.

'Well, it looks as if the cat has become the mouse' the figure taunted, as he knelt down next to you, placing a hand on your upper thigh.