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hey! i already asked, iâm very sorry cause im sure u have a lot of other requests... but could u please write a snippet in which hero is an assassin sent to kill villain but they get caught and are interrogated (but donât wanna cooperate even if theyâre terribly scared). finally they give in (after days) and villain shows mercy (they both have a thing) and idk haha... this is oddly specific but i absolutely love the way u write so ig everything u might add up would be great <3
âIâm...not telling you...anything.â
Villain smirked and grabbed Heroâs chin to yank them close, pulling them taut against the chains holding their arms to either side of them.Â
âSo confident.â Villain brushed a thumb over their bloodied cheek, expression deceptively soft. âPerhaps I havenât been pushing you hard enough.â
âItâs been five days since you got me and youâre just now realizing that?â Hero rasped, trying to salvage some of their bravado underneath the pulsing fear and pain in their veins.
Villain let go of their face to let them sag in the chains and walked to the back to grab a new torture tool. âWell, you assassins typically arenât the strongest type from my experience, but it looks like the guild finally decided to hire someone good enough to withstand my work.â
Hero swallowed and ducked their head as Villain sauntered back over and held up a wicked-looking knife with a curved blade.Â
âIâll ask again, where are the headquarters located?â They walked behind Hero. âWhat is your leaderâs name?â The cold bite of the knife pressed in between Heroâs shoulder blades. âAnd finally, what are the plans to take down my team?â
Hero clenched their jaw and said nothing, heart pounding traitorously in their chest.
The first cut was fast and shallow--supposed to be tolerable, but then came a horrible, horrible burning sensation that traveled through their shoulders and up their arms, a literal fire under their skin. They couldnât help the cry of pain that hissed through their teeth.
Knives werenât supposed to do that.
âWh-what--?â
âPoison. Engineered by one of my top lab scientists,â Villain explained. âPretty painful, huh?â
Hero could barely shake their head before Villain made another swipe, this time on a barely healed cut from a few days ago.
It was pure, fiery agony from that point on.
Hero held on as long as they could, forcing screams back down their throat, telling themselves they could withstand the pain, the blaze of the caustic poison running through their blood and over their body. But their resistance didnât last.
âO-okay!â Hero blurted, squeezing their eyes shut. âS-stop...hngg...please, Iâll t-tell you what you want...what you want to k-know.â
Villain walked in front of them, a smile on their face. âOh darling, thatâs all I needed to hear.â They pulled a small syringe from their pocket and stuck the needle into a vein in Heroâs neck before pressing down on the plunger.
The flame went out.
Hero gasped in relief, gulping lungfuls of cold air, sweat running down their face and soaking their torn shirt. Two cuts. That was all it had taken from Villain to get them to talk. A burn of shame almost akin to the poison colored their cheeks red.
âI didnât think itâd be that easy, to be honest.â Villain tilted their head, that knife still in their palm. âStamina running low?â
Hero snarled, tears pricking their eyes. âItâs been almost a whole fucking week, Villain.â
âPrecisely why it was the perfect time for me to use this beauty. Probably wouldnât have worked three days ago.â Villain put the silver blade down on a nearby desk. âGuards!â
Hero blinked, snapping their head up at the order from Villain, who only raised a brow at them. Two henchmen came into the room and unhooked Hero from their restraints, hands on either arm to keep them steady.
âTake them back to their cell and give them some water and food,â Villain said, watching Hero with a refined interest at the way they had slumped against the guards, barely able to keep themselves up from exhaustion, or pain.
âIâll ask you tomorrow for the information that I need,â Villain clarified to Hero, stepping closer and carding a hand through their hair. âAnd youâll give it to me. Just like you promised.â
Just before Hero was led out of the room, the assassin twisted in the guardsâ grip and managed a small but effective grin.Â
âI never promised anything, Villain.â
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part two
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Dream putting away pliers after torturing Wilbur, Tommy seeing them but not knowing enough context to Understand while we the audience scream
Yesss love dramatic irony >:D and Tommyâs first thought being Dream ripped a tooth out while he was dead. Love that energy.
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Anonymous asked: c-could you continue the hero scared of villain pretty pleaseđ„ș
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part one
Villain didnât have to do much before Hero broke.
It hurt. It hurt too much. The cuts were long, methodicalâsettling on as much exposed skin as possible. Their mouth only moved to loose a sob of utter terror or to scream at another burning slice of Villainâs blade. They couldnât form the words that they needed in order to tellâno, to beg Villain to stop.
After another simple slash across Heroâs collarbone and a hoarse cry of pain, Villain finally sheathed their knife and smiled lazily. âYou seem like youâve had enough, darling.â
Hero only nodded, all tears and hiccuping breaths as blood slid down their body and limbs.
Villain cupped Heroâs face in their hands, using their thumbs to brush away their tears. Hero sucked in a sharp breath, trembling so hard they could swear they their bones rattled along with them.
âWhy donât you go ahead and tell me what I want to know then, hm?â
It took them a few minutes to stop shivering and crying so that they could work up the courage to talk, but Hero didnât need to be asked twice.
Anything to stop the pain. Anything to make Villain leave. Even if it was at the expense of their friends. They could take care of themselves, couldnât they? They werenât stuck in a cell with Villain, getting tortured for information.
When they finished letting blurting the location of the Hero Headquarters, all the passcodes, traps to watch out for, and the names of each member on the team, Villain promptly stood up with a satisfied expression, sliding their hands into their pockets.
âI wonder, just how cowardly can someone like you get?â they said, the mocking in their tone all too clear.
Hero winced, eyes shuttering.
âYou just betrayed each and every person that couldâve ever cared about you, all because you couldnât handle a little fear.â Villain sneered. âThe brave Hero who canât handle a little fear.â
Hero absentmindedly touched a cut on their arm, fingers becoming sticky with their own blood.
The blood they shed, all for nothing. All because they were a coward. Completely pathetic.
When Villain walked out of their cell to put Heroâs spilled information to use, Hero shattered.
After all, who would save them if there wasnât anyone left that could?
#hero#villain#hero and villain#villain and hero#angst#betrayal#media.warning.restrained#media.warning.kidnapped#media.warning.torture#accidentally deleted your ask :( sorry#my writing#writing snippet#ask#continuation
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