summary:all you wanted was some answers, but langdon wasn't fond of people who disrespected and disobeyed him. his ways of punishment would have you wishing you didn't disobey.
warnings: sex, violence, language, face fucking, mean michael, tied up, etc.
word count: 1,646
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It had been a long day for you at the outpost, waiting patiently for some chaos to ensue. You'd always been someone to stir the pot, but with the newcomer Langdon who had recently joined the outpost not even a month ago you had been trying to be on your best behavior, scared of the potential consequences of disobeying someone who was as intimidating as Langdon. One night before dinner you had decided to have a little fun and play investigator. See what the big and bad man was hiding.
Late at the night when you had seen Langdon step out of his office you scurried through the hall and into his room, closing and locking the door behind you. Your eyes scanned the room looking for anything to rummage through, when your sight landed on a computer that was just barely open. You slowly stepped towards his desk, sliding out his chair as quiet as possible to sit. You finally began looking through all of his emails/files.
"It seems as if Venable has created her own set of rules here. Forcing abstinence among other things. That is besides the point, as none of these worthless humans seem fit to bring to the sanctuary. I will be conducting more interviews to try and make some sort of pick, but it won't be easy. Let -"
You had no time to finish and jumped up heading the doorknob jiggle with force. You stood pondering your ways out of this as the doorknob shook even more violently than before. No voice behind the door let you know who it was, you just assumed. Ready for the worst you slowly tiptoe over to the door unlocking it and opening it up gruesomely slow. Your eyes start at the floor and begin to assess who'd been knocking, to your surprise your eyes met with a pair of brown ones. It was just a grey.
"What are you doing here?" Mallory asked with a puzzled look on. You half smiled while your cheeks began to turn a deep shade of pink. "Oh, um, uh... Venable asked if I could grab something for her in here. Sorry." Your half smile turned into a visibly shady bigger one, hoping Mallory won't suspect anything. "Okay, usually Langdon is in the room to watch as I clean. I didn't realize he'd stepped out. Have a nice night." Mallory nonchalantly spoke as she walked away. You being shook from the experience ran back to your room and called it a night.
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The next morning you had woken up still thinking about the emails you'd seen. Venable was really making her own rules, and did Langdon really not enjoy any of us? Were none of us really fit to actually live out the end of the world, and you had found out his first name. Michael. What a soft name for someone who looked like he could kill you at any second, but you had wanted to forget anything you ever saw and sleep it off. Beginning to dose off you closed your eyes and turned over to your side. Lifting the blanket up to your chest as you begin your much needed rest. Suddenly you feel a tug at your blanket and then it was ripped off you within a second. You gasp at the sudden chill and look up to see Langdon standing at the edge of the bed. His lips in a thin line and his eyebrows scrunched up, you could tell he was not here with good news.
