You've loved Rogue Cheney from the first words he ever spoke to you and he has no problem letting you know that you're all that's on his mind. A mission-gone-wrong somehow goes incredibly right because it's what brought the two of you together. Both...
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Rogue
"(Y/N)! Where are you!?" I shout through the thick forest. "(Y/N)!" I keep running but there's no sign of her anywhere.
"Rogue!" Frosch flew over to me, worry written all over his tired green face.
"Frosch, are you alright?"
Frosch dived into my chest crying, "We still can't find (Y/N)!"
I pet Frosch's head, something that always put him at ease. "Don't worry, Frosch? (Y/N)'s fine. We're going to find her, I promise."
I protected Frosch from the rain the further into the forest we traveled. I couldn't smell much through all this rain, but the area we came across definitely smelled like (Y/N). My heart started beating fast in my chest. If her smell is here, why isn't she?
Where did you go (Y/N)?
Reader
The thunderous stomps near the knocked out woman lying on the ground. She was out cold with a puddle of blood underneath her, staining most of her clothes.
"Looks like we got a catch!" One of the trolls drools over the body.
"Seems like it." Says another.
"The master will certainly be happy about this," The third troll chuckles as he lifts the unconscious body up off the ground. He grabbed the woman by her wrists and pokes her gut with his cleaver. "She's got good curves and everything!"
"Don't mess with the merchandise," The first troll growls. "We need to keep her fresh for the master."
The second grunts and releases her without notice. She falls back to the ground and a fit of laughter sounds between two of the trolls. "Just how fresh does she need to be? Look at her, she may have good features, but she's all bloody and cut up!"
"That doesn't matter. All we gotta do is get her back to camp."
"Yeah yeah." They pick her back up and tie the body just in case she wakes and attempts to escape. They drag her all the way to the other side of the island, taking her to their camp underground.
"How many women do ya think are left in that shabby village anyway?" The third troll asks.
"There should be three, but this one looks new." The trolls continue to make small talk with the woman trailing behind them.
Going in and out of consciousness, she noticed the monsters cackling and slobbering all over. Their camp looked just the way acted — gross and unkempt. It really was underground, but it wasn't as deep as you'd imagined. It's wasn't that big either. There were cages, barely fifteen feet tall that held dozens, maybe up to a hundred other women and little girls.
"Master, we're back with some more meat!" A troll shouts through the small camp.
There were maybe thirty trolls in total at that camp, including the leader. It seemed to be a small operation so it was no wonder that they did their dirty work at night.
