Junkrat (female)

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Smoke, bondage kink

The atmosphere was off and unfamiliar to your senses when your body suddenly started to wake back up. Your limbs were weak and felt heavy to where you couldn't raise a single finger. Your eyes slowly cracked open but you didn't see anything but black. A deep inhale of the musty garage scent made your lungs felt they were on fire. You tried to use your voice, but only managed to mumble out a few words. Your brain was lost and your memory had no story to tell you about where you were, or what happened. You had no energy so movement wasn't an option.

The scent of smoke caught your attention soon enough, smoke that streamed off a cigarette. The scent was bitter and the source seem to be close by. You never liked being near cigarettes or anything of that sort. Knowing the damages it can cause made your brain keep you in the opposite direction of them. You tried to wave it away but it only caused a melody of chains to ring out in the silent air. And your hand seemed to go no where. The sound of soft chuckles echoed out suddenly when you tried to shoo the scent away. "No need to squirm, sheila. Ya won't get very far." The voice said with a strong Australia male accent.

"Where...?" You huffed out finally as you tried to move your other limbs. But to only cause a song of chains to echo more in the room. A few creaks and uneven steps approached you before the blindfold was snatched down from your eyes. Since the room wasn't that bright, your eyes were able to adjust a bit quickly. Having the opportunity to look around, your head turned this way and that way lazily. It looked like a warehouse or abandoned place since some of the walls were rusted and some hammered back on. Your eyes soon moved two a pair of very close golden ones, making you jump slightly. A giggle was awarded to you from the man as he slipped the cigarette from his lips to blow it to the side. Your brain wasn't fully awake at the moment to recognize the world known criminal. So you just watched him in a confused state with worried eyes.

You let out a few coughs to express your opinion on the lingering smoke. But it only made him shine a toothy grin to you, two golden teeth reflecting the light off them. "Don't like it, eh? No need to worry, you'll get use to it." He said as if you were staying longer than you hoped. The man moved around you to the back before you could speak up. The movement caused a breeze to spread on you, making you shiver a bit more than you thought. Looking down, you just noticed the ripped pieces of your clothing on the floor. A few scraps were still clinging or hanging loosely on your body. The lingering pieces were dirty and dusted, like you've been dragged through the desert. The image causing you to try to squirm your limbs close but the chains and iron rods kept your arms and legs stretch out and motionless. "Stop squirming, you'll make this more difficult." The Aussie commented from the fruitless movements from behind.

Skinny fingers slipped against your skin, moving the remaining pieces of cloth to the side before they were suddenly ripped from your body. The pieces joined the others on the floor in a pile of scraps. A soft whimper escaped your throat as the man moved on to rip the last of the shorts from your legs.

He hobbled back to your front, looking you over with the cigarette between his lips. You looked at him with anger but worried eyes, not knowing what he wanted from you. He noticed the look and gave you a smile. "Don't remember, do ya?" He asked. Which you answered with a small shake of your head, curious on what he was trying to say.

The cigarette was pulled from his lips and the smoke was blown out slowly. "You got in an accident, I saved ya arse but ya ended up passing out from your wounds. I had to take care of ya since the coppers didn't notice ya." He said. A look was on your face and before you can ask anything further, he cut in. "Ya need to pay me back. I wasted a lot of long hours getting ya the right medicine with the money coming outta my pockets. And ya have no wallet on ya, so ya need to pay with something else." He commented, a smug look in his eyes.

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