Overwatch Fantasies

Maximillien x Female Reader: Obey

Part Forty-Eight: Maximillien x Female Reader - Obey 

Rating: MODERATE

This is a REQUESTED STORY. (Requested by TheFlamingPotato)

Author's Note: Sorry for the long absence, I've been working full time and haven't had an opportunity to do much writing. This story contains elements of BDSM, so here's a trigger warning just in case. Regarding content, the clock is ticking and time is running out; the missing Overwatch agents will perish and the only being that knows of their location is Maximillien. How far will you go to save your co-workers and bask in the glory of heroism?

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You clenched your fists, slamming them down onto the wooden table beneath you, enraged by the arrogant omnic in front of you. He was motionless, refusing to say a word and inform you of the whereabouts of the missing Overwatch agents. It had been days, and everyone was worried, resorting to desperate means of torture to get him to speak, but he remained silent, refusing to say a word.

He was ruthless, sinister and worst of all, patient.

You were evidently worried about your co-workers, but you knew if you cracked Overwatch's greatest nemesis, your career would take off. The possibilities were endless, and you could be at the top end, up there with Commander Jack Morrison and Gabriel Reyes. You would be a hero and you desired it.

"Relax my dear," the cruel omnic teased, anger rising within you.

"That's Captain to you," you corrected, attempting to prevent him from further rattling you, but he could tell he had gotten under your skin.

"How badly do you want them alive? Or how badly do you desire being worshiped and glorified?" Maximillien taunted, reading your underlying selfish reasons.

"If I find them, it will be according to my own terms," you bravely vowed, unsure if you could live up to your word.

"Let's just say you don't have that long left, Captain," Maximillien sneered, your blood boiling with fury.

You exited the interrogation room, blind with rage, storming past your co-workers, before walking straight into Jack Morrison.

"Sir, I'm sorry - I didn't see you there" you stammered, embarrassed by your tunnel vision.

"That's okay Captain. It happens to the best of us. Any progress on Maximillien?" Morrison asked, pressing you for details.

"He's not budging Commander. My team and I have tried everything, he won't speak," you explained, knowing this wasn't going to be received well by your superior.

"Try harder," he growled, evidently growing more stressed by the minute. You knew you didn't have much time left.

"What do you want me to do Sir?" you whispered, feeling your confidence draining by the second.

"I don't care what you have to do. Do anything. Just get them out alive or their blood will be in your hands. Don't look to me for advice. This is your job, Captain. You negotiate with sadist omnics, like this lonely fuck. Get them out of there, now," Jack yelled before storming past you.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, knowing well that he was right. You were known to extract locations, information and confessions out of criminals and threats against Overwatch. You were the best out there and if you fell through on one of the most critical moments, your career would crumble.

You took a moment to calm yourself, shaking as you sipped at your coffee, avoiding your co-workers' side eyes and looming glances. They had witnessed your intense exchange with Jack, and they knew you had a deadline to meet.