BBS x Reader Oneshots!

35) A Hero or a Villain?

A/N: I wrote this a while ago. I don't know how I feel about it, but I couldn't stop thinking about it, so here you go. Lemme know what you think. Also, who should I write next? Give a suggestion!

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When I came-to, the first thing I noticed was how dry my mouth and throat were. While trying to swallow, I realized I couldn't close my mouth. Something was tied between my teeth and around the back of my head.

The next thing I noticed was how dark it was, and how hard it was to breathe. No matter how hard I blinked, I couldn't see. Something was thrown over my head, and my hot breath bounced back against my face.

Then there was the soreness of my muscles. My back and butt burned from the position I was stuck in. Part of the ache came from my arms, which as I pulled on, I realized were tied to the back of the chair I was on. My legs were stuck, too. An ache came from my gut, which came alive as fire with every breath.

Trying to calm myself and my raging thoughts through the pain proved to be difficult. Think. What happened?

Through the fog came a distant thought and memory, that suddenly sharpened.

Walking. From the store. He wanted groceries and beer. Before that I was home. Just off work... I was... he hit me, again and again. I went to the store after he hit me to get him more beer... I was ambushed.

Suddenly the cloth over my eyes was ripped away, and I cringed at the bright light singling me out.

"Well, looks like she's finally awake boys." A deep gravelly voice stated.

Opening my eyes slowly, I blinked to adjust to my sight again.

Around me were masked men, all standing in opposing manners. One had a hockey mask, a bandana with a symbol, a pig mask, and one who only had a scar over one of his eyes that appeared to be an 'X'.

I wouldn't have spoken even if I could, fear pricking the back of my mind.

I imagined this would happen someday. My husband is a wanted man after all. He's in high places, with many contacts. Everyone wants something.

"What should we do to her?" The guy with the bandana spoke.

"Well," The red x guy spoke. I recognized him as the first guy who spoke. "I think it's time we make her talk."

The hockey mask guy vanished, giggling. His laugh made my skin crawl. Pig mask brought a knife close to my face, and I pinched my eyes shut, trying to hold still, my heart thumping in my throat as the cool steel came in contact with my face. I tried to resist a whimper.

The tight pressure around my mouth fell away as the fabric of my gag was cut. Immediately I tried to swallow, trying to sooth my dry throat.

"Alright girlie, we want info on that hubby of yours. Start talking or things will get messy." The blue hooded hockey mask guy stated, stepping into my line of sight. He was holding something that looked straight out of a torture chamber.

In a cracked, hoarse voice, I looked into his eye-sockets and spoke. "I'll tell you anything you want."

"Heard that one before." The pig snorted.

"I'm being honest." I state softly. My eyes start to water with the vague thoughts of the past few years of abuse and pain caused from him. "I want him gone. Killed. Locked up. I don't care so long as I walk free."

I caught the slightest of exchanges from the people behind hockey mask. The pig gave a nod before walking away. A door shut.

"I know everything about him and his secrets. His files are in here." I say with my raw voice, nodding my head. "And it's yours, for the price of my freedom and his death."