Bloody Mary { Michael De Santa x Reader }

5 1/2 ~ Interrogation Day

"His name is Michael De Santa, we want to scare him into getting us the money sooner."

Mr. Madrazo told me while I polished my tools. I stood there, my eyes barely glancing in his direction as I let loose a lazy nod, as always. "Yes, sir..." I trailed off, keeping my focus on my instruments. The heavy iron doors swung open as two large men guided my client to his seat. He writhed against them, trying his best to free himself. But he was nothing compared to Madrazo's muscular dildos. They forced the poor guy into his seat, tying him down. Preparing my new victim.

"Mister De Santa, nice to finally see you again!" Mr. Madrazo greeted as he tore the bag off Michael's head. De Santa wore a sweaty wifebeater under a fully unbuttoned grey shirt, khaki shorts, and sandals. He looked like someone's father, not a drug dealer. He didn't seem very special, nor intimidating. He just doesn't look like he has much to offer. So why on earth is Mr. Madrazo interested in scaring him, it's more money down the drain wasting my fucking time with this?

I guess he just can't live without one of his many houses.

De Santa sat there, completely defeated like a near-death rodent pinned under a lion. I honestly caught myself pitying him as his head hung by his shoulders, sweat dripping down his forehead, he clearly put up a fight. An exasperated sigh left his lips as his head began to pick up. Then suddenly I had a full view of his face. He looked just as pathetic as his attire, wrinkles graced his forehead and crows feet formed from his harsh squint. He was covered in bruises, tiny cuts, dirt, and spit, but I found it... so attractive.

"We don't want to hurt you... too much!" Mr. Madrazo belted out a burst of prideful laughter, searching around the room for approval. The big kidnappers, with their bodybuilding and doctorates in sucking dick, all chuckle quietly. Almost like confused dogs, unsure of what they're supposed to be doing, yapping away or staying silent. They opt for the middle grounds as I contemplate driving a screwdriver into my fucking skull. Madrazo starts singing again. "De Santa, after this all, I hope we become great friends. However, I need to establish myself as your superior. Y/n, give him a taste'"

I go right to work, placing my signature black rubber gloves over my hands and my black surgical mask over my face. Surprisingly, I'm pretty squeamish. I clip my pliers together, snapping them in a way to make De Santa a little nervous. Naturally, his eyes go wide, causing me to let a soft giggle lose. "Not yet." I grab his face roughly by the jaw, feeling his scruffy skin under my gloves. The rubber intensifies the sensation, and I find myself gliding my hand softly down his jawline to his collar bone. I shake myself out of the warm feeling rising in my chest and slap him across the face, earning a grunt. My next slap jerks his head away from my figure, creating a glowing red mark where the impact caused a blood flow. I grab the collar of his manly tanktop, reeling a clenched fist back, I bite my lip and throw a punch hard enough to make a cut on his cheekbone.

It wasn't gushing, but blood began to bead at the surface. It only drew me to him even more.

"Even though our Mary is a most captivating young woman, she packs a big punch. I hire only the best for you, Mr. De Santa."

I look down at his gaze, looming over his defeated form with a dull feeling of power. Then, our eyes meet. He has these grey ones that sound dull, but even in the shitty lighting in this room, they glimmer with a sense of... humanity. A softness, or dominance I can't explain. It's like he's looking through me as he glares back into my orbs. He looks crazy, and I think he's taking me down that path, that is if I wasn't already six feet under.