The Hunter Becomes The Hunted

Chapter 16

The back of your head smacked against the metal bars of the small metal cage, your eyes wincing and teeth biting into the cloth gag as your shoulders rolled. Maybe, just maybe, if you kept tugging and jerking and biting, something would come loose. You at least hoped it would be your gag so you could shout for help as Jesse had passed out, still curled up in a fetal pose, nursing his now missing hand.

Moments seemed to grow into hours, and yet the torches above did not go out from the lack of fuel nor did the sun start to rise through the stain glass window. You kept biting into the gag, shaking your head, messing with the tight knot behind your head with the metal bars until it had finally come loose. Your teeth unclamped from the awful smelling cloth, your tongue pushing it past your teeth as you were quick to spit it out, landing it right on your lap.

"Jesse!" you called out, tears pricking your eyes as you looked over his hunched over form. "Jesse, please, can you hear me?" you whimpered, your voice hoarse from screaming into your gag for so long. When he did not answer, you yanked yourself forward and cried out. "Jesse!" you practically screamed.

Still no answer. You could only hear his erratic breathing and soft whimpers leaving his parted lips as well as your heart still softly beating in your ears.

You turned your head, looking over your shoulder to the bars your wrists were tied to. The leather straps seemed to be wearing thin, the once dark brown leather now seemingly sun-bleached a light beige. Your wrists only had enough room now to move around slightly, the leather no longer biting into your skin.

You scrunched your nose, took a deep breath, bit your lip and lurched forward until your chest hit your thighs and knees. Your arms were held back, muscle and skin stretching as you attempted to yank your wrists free from the tough leather. You whimpered when your skin popped and spasmed, uncomfortably stretching until your face smacked against the bottom of the cage, nose nearly breaking.

Your hands were free now.

You leaned back, rubbing your wrists softly, examining the deep marks made into your skin before looking for the leather that bound your ankles to the same bar.

Your nails tore at the leather, scratching at the thick knot until it had started to flake off, then soon tearing off into small pieces and soon into the whole knot itself, freeing your feet.

You could not stand though, your legs throbbing as soon as you fully expanded them outwards from being bent at the knee for so long on metal. You winced, a soft hiss leaving your lips.

You looked to Jesse before your cage, his dark brown locks spilling over his face and neck. Your heart pounded against your chest, your eyes prickling with tears. You clawed your way across the metal flooring of your cage until you were at the other side. Slowly, you stuck your hand out through the metal bars. Your fingertips slowly and gently grazed the heated, sweaty, sticky skin of Jesse's left elbow, barely touching the fingers of his right hand now lazily wrapped around the stump of what was left of his forearm.

"Jesse," you whimpered. "Jesse, open your eyes for me. Speak to me, Jesse, please."

A soft whine pierced through Jesse's lips, his fingers twitching, barely grasping at yours. An airy gasp escaped your smiling lips, tears now rolling freely down your cheeks.

"(Y/n)," he softly whispered behind the dark, sweaty mop of hair that covered most of his pained face.

"I am here, Jesse. I am here," you whimpered back.

You sniffled, wiping the back of your hand under your nose and smiling once more at your partner before you.

The doors Jesse had barged in not too long ago slowly creaked open, Genji and Torbjorn slowly creeping in until they both caught sight of you two as well as Jesse's hacked off forearm.