FBI, Open My Heart (Ash R6 x Male Reader)

Straight To Hell

Y/n's Point of View

A bag was lifted off my head. An army of White Mask stood, guns drawn. The one without a weapon walked forth and knelt in front of me.

"Welcome to hell." He said. "Gentlemen, you may leave."

I was held down by multiple layers of thin rope, which cut into my skin with every move. My chest was also tied to the back of a chair. I try to struggle, but my restraints penetrated deeper than before.

The White Mask chuckled and stood back up. "Heh, you are ours, now. You are the prisoner of war. I suppose you don't know where you are?"

"Why would I know? I barely woke up, dumbass."

I was swiped across the face. I spit out some blood and look to the White Mask.

"You will not disrespect me or your peers." He threatened me with a pistol, my pistol. "You can tell your team that you are not going to see them again, but that'll cause more problems."

"Yeah, problems for you, dumbass." I was punched again. "You can't kill me! When I break out of this shithole, I'll kill all of you."

"Ha, I would like to see you try." The White Mask walked away and closed the door.

"Shit, there's nothing I can do." I try to escape the razor wire chair, but it just cut deeper.

I start to analyze the room around me. One bed, one toilet, a sink, and a toothbrush. I scoff and hung my head.

"Here I am, going straight to hell." I say to myself. "I need to escape."

"No need." A female voice said. A female White Mask showed up with a plate in her hand.

"A female White Mask? This seems suspicious."

The woman chuckled and pulled up a chair next to mine. "I know, but it felt right for me. Now, open wide."

"Sorry, no. I am not hungry."

"Fine. What if I do this?" She 'flew' the fork to my mouth. "Here comes the airplane."

"I hope it crashes." The female brought a gun out and put it on my temple. "Alright, I'll eat."

I can tell she was smiling under her mask. "Yay, open for mommy."

I eat whatever was on there and cough. "I wish I let you pull the trigger. No way in hell I'm calling you mommy." The food had no flavor, so I didn't bother identifying it.

"Yeah, I hope that didn't creep you out." The woman chuckled and pulled her mask off. "Miss me, Mr. Too cool for the receptionist?"

"Shit, why are you working for the White Mask!? Uncle Sam will kill you."

The receptionist known as Sandra laughed and crossed her legs. "I think I'm doing him a favor. America's corrupt, why would he want someone like me living there?"

"So what? The world is corrupt, that's why my team is here for, to attempt to destroy the corruption."

Sandra walked over to the door and locked it. She sat on my lap and put her hand on my shoulder. "Just shut the fuck up. I'm here for you, and you know that, baby."

I was forced into a kiss. I try to make myself throw up, but nothing came out. Sandra had a huge blush and hearts in her eyes. She slapped me and smiled.

"Wow, it was better than I expected. Hehe, I might keep you for myself." Sandra cooed.

I groan and was slapped again. "Stop fucking slapping me!" Sandra giggled and stuck her finger in my mouth.

I start to gag out, which made her put her finger deeper in my oral cavity. "Be a good boy and shut up." Sandra said. "I'll be back for dinner, bye, babe."

She kissed my cheek and jut her finger out. I cough violently and hang my head. Something was beeping in my ear.

"Y/n!?" Someone cracked. "Y/n, it's Dokk!"

I couldn't answer back, as my hands and arms were tied up. At least my comms were working, wherever I am at.

"Y/n? Can you hear?" Grace asked. "Hellooooo?"

"God, I wish I wasn't in this." I say to myself. My legs weren't tied, and I found a way to answer. "Bingo."

I hop over to a small pipe that was out in the open. I adjusted my neck and finally pressed the call button.

"Grace? Can you hear me, Grace?" I can hear muffled voices on the other side. "Hello?"

"Oh!" Footsteps made their way to what I guess was a microphone. "Y/n!" Eliza yelled. "Oh my God, it's you! Um, yeah, we are coming to get you, don't worry!"

I press my ear on the pipe again and sigh. "Watch your back, then. There was an army where I was held. And the receptionist from HQ."

"Sandra!?" Eliza exclaimed. "That bitch, I knew she was no good."

Someone banged on the door. "Be quiet in there!" A man yelled.

"Gotta go, love you."

"Wait, Y/n!......I....ve.....you...." Static cut her sentence off.

I hop back into place and toss my hair. Something pricked my leg. I lift it to find the tracker that was put on me.

"Damnit, Eliza. I thought you took that out." I chuckle and look to the open door. "Who's there?"

A few White Mask walk in and untie me. The one with a gun put cuffs on me and took me to a cell. I was tossed in and given a notebook, a pencil, and some chalk.

"You live here now." He said as he uncuffed me.

I was left in the cell with a cot and a toilet-sink combo. "Can my day get even worse?"

"Nah, I've got it bad." Another prisoner said. "The name's Richie. I got caught trying to nab some intel, but of course, I am the one who gets caught."

"Wait, you were part of Rainbow?"

"No, I wish. I was a part of another team, a team that is closed now." Richie threw his cup on the ground and yelled. "Ay, you wanker! Get your bloody ass over 'ere!"

A White Mask took him out of the cell. Richie waved as he was taken to another room.

A few screams of agony and a sadistic chuckle erupted from the room.

"I told ya, you can't kill me, dipshit!" Richie said. "Now, piss off."

I hide deep in my cell and call the comms. "C'mon, hurry up."

"Yes?" Elena picked up.

"Mira, High End Louisiana Purchase." I code out. "Increments Are Measureless In Nutritional Activities Can Escalate Lateral Longitude."

"On it. Sit tight, we are planning an attack....ake.....go......liza....out." Elena was cut short by a White Mask standing in front of my cell.

"What're you doing?" He asked.

"Doin' your mom." After a warning, I was sent to bed, along with Richie, who had no sign of his interrogation on him. "Goodnight, Richie."

"Yep, goodnight yourself." He mumbled.

"I miss you already, Eliza."