The Villains Have More Fun

You spent the next two weeks at your, Lena’s, and Kate’s apartment, never leaving since the second after they managed to get you home. You couldn’t tell what reason it was that Wanda and Natasha allowed you to walk out of there with your girlfriends. Your only assumption was that they liked the chase. You knew they’d come back for you, they made that clear. It wasn’t in their blood to just let you go.

“Looks like we finally broke her, Nat,” Wanda cooed softly, clearly pleased with herself.

You huddled further into Kate and clung to her shirt when Wanda spoke. You just wanted to get back and make sure that both of your girlfriends were okay after what Wanda put them through. You glanced in Yelena’s direction, and the Russian was on her feet. Even if she seemed relatively fine physically, you knew what they just did to you had left her fueled with rage.

Kate stroked your hair, trying to calm you down from your embarrassment and shame at having to admit that you didn’t even belong to your girlfriends anymore. You knew it had to hurt them more than they let show to Natasha and Wanda—and even you. They were staying strong for you, and you knew it.

You rubbed your head, trying to clear the memory. You were so focused on your own thoughts that you didn’t even hear Yelena open the door to your room and peak inside.

“We have a snack for you if you are hungry, детка,” her thick Russian accent sounded like music to your ears, gently roping your mind back to your present reality.

“Not right now, Lena…” you mumbled. As grateful as you were to her, you couldn’t stop thinking about what would happen—if they would come looking for you any time soon.

“Y/N,” Yelena’s voice was more firm this time. “You have barely eaten since we got you back. You did not even want my macaroni! You always want my macaroni.”

You only whined softly in response. Sighing, your girlfriend walked over to you and swooped you up in her arms, then carried you into the kitchen. You rested your head on her chest and closed your eyes, enjoying her strong embrace. When she got to the kitchen counter, she sat you on the edge gently so your legs were dangling. You swayed them back and forth softly, still distant from the real world. You were constantly teetering back and forth on the edge of reality and your memories.

“There you are, Princess,” Kate smiled softly. “Are you feeling okay?”

The gentle tone in her voice made you relax instantly, and you nodded. She handed you a plate of cheese and crackers and you tried to eat a little, attempting to seem less worried than you actually were. Not like they both didn’t know exactly what was going on with you anyway, but you didn’t need them concerned about you. They had to think that you were okay. As you ate, however, your mind started fading again.

“Leave us, if that’s what you desire,” Natasha’s voice was like ice. A sly smirk ignited her features to look more dangerous than usual.

“You know we’ll come back for you,” Wanda smiled as you were ushered out the doors as quickly as possible by Yelena and Kate.

“Y/N/N?” Kate’s voice came again, even gentler, like she was scared to startle you. “Are you sure you’re okay…? You’re safe now. We won’t let anything happen to you.”

You didn’t respond. There was no way you wanted to admit to them that there was truly nothing they could really do in the end, that your two kidnappers would always find a way to get to you if they really wanted. You just ate a few more bites and set the plate down on the counter next to you. What you hated more than the worrying was your internal feelings. Something felt missing, making you feel empty inside. You weren’t entirely sure what it was—that, or you were too scared to admit it. Deep down, you knew a part of you somehow missed the cold assassin and the faux-kind witch.

It’s not like you were okay with them kidnapping you or almost killing you, but at the same time, a part of you felt different when you were with them. It felt like they cared about you, too. Even if they only kept you around as entertainment. You huffed at yourself. When you thought about it like that, maybe they truly didn’t care about you. Or they just did in their own way. After all, Wanda saved you, in a sense, from Natasha killing you the second time. And something stopped Natasha from killing you in the first place, right? So obviously there must be something that’s good enough about you for them. Even if your purpose is just to be a toy for them.

Kate sighed and took care of your plate when you didn’t respond, then began to clean up in the kitchen while Yelena helped. When you heard a soft buzz from your phone, you checked it.

Unknown: Meet us at the nearest park bench to your apartment, дорогая.

You froze, and your blood ran cold. You knew who it was, but how did they not expect you to just tell Yelena and Kate? Why would they think you’d just comply? Your mind slowed to a halt when you remembered what Wanda said. They finally broke me. They knew you would listen. They knew you’d do whatever they wanted because they broke you. You admitted that you belonged to them.

Hopping down from the counter, you kissed Yelena on the cheek and hugged Kate. Telling them you were just going for a short walk, the two refused to let you leave without taking one of Yelena’s knives.

When you finally agreed, they told you to keep your phone on you at all times, then both stole another hug from you before you left. Making your way out of the apartment and down the stairs, you reached the sidewalk and looked around. If you were being honest, you weren’t exactly sure where the nearest park bench was. You picked a direction you were relatively sure you thought it was, and made your way to the small park in your neighborhood.

When you reached a bench, you figured it was the nearest one to you and sat down. It was empty. You figured there would at least be someone already sitting there, but it was completely vacated. You sighed and checked your phone again, but there were no new messages. Should you respond and say that you made it? That you were here and waiting? You didn’t know if you should tell anyone where you were. You knew better than to tell Yelena or Kate at least, you didn’t want them to get killed because Wanda and Natasha got upset at you for saying something to them. You refused to put them in harm’s way again. With nothing to do but wait, that’s what you did—you waited.

At least ten minutes passed before you saw both women, hand in hand, walking towards you. Their cool confidence was radiating from their postures, and for a moment, you were dumbstruck. They truly were a power couple. If you hadn’t known them, you probably would’ve wished to be them.

“At least she still remembers how to follow orders,” Wanda smiled softly.

They sat on ether side of you, and Natasha instantly rested her hand on your thigh, squeezing it possessively.

“My little toy learns fast. We’ve established this, Wands.”

“What did you want from me?” The question came out softer and weaker than you had intended it to, but it still bluntly got its point across.

“You’ll be coming back with us now. You’ve been dreadfully cooped up in that apartment for weeks, дорогая,” Wanda took your hand in hers. It was gentle and warm, and for a moment you almost made the mistake of thinking she cared again.

“Because I didn’t want to come across you two again,” you mumbled lowly, almost instantly regretting saying it out loud. Had you forgotten to watch your mouth around these two?

“Oh but that’s not true, is it?” Natasha grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at her. This was something you were all too familiar with, and a part of you relaxed into her firm and commanding hold, almost comforted by the familiarity of it. It nearly sent you back into subspace. “On the contrary. You missed us, didn’t you? I bet you did, my little pet.”

You wouldn’t normally be one to admit she was right, but when she lightened her grip on your jaw and slid her hand down to firmly grasp your throat, you obediently nodded in response to her question.

“Good girl. Now come with us,” Nat’s voice sent a shiver up your spine.

All three of you stood up, Nat releasing your throat, and you felt yourself being forced to follow them. You soon realized Wanda’s magic was controlling your movements, and you almost felt a twinge of offense that she figured you wouldn’t stay with them on your own. It’s not like you were stupid enough to act out or anything. You were there’s. Completely. You had surrendered to them already. So why didn’t they trust you?

Wanda’s magic seemed to completely vanish, and you noticed the way she looked at you. She must’ve read your mind. Unsure of whether to be satisfied or concerned, you kept walking with them until you reached a sleek black SUV. Nat got in the driver’s seat, while Wanda opened the back door for you. You got in, and she shut the door before getting in the passenger’s seat herself. Nat started driving, and you looked out the window.

Maybe you could find where they lived.

“Don’t make me wipe your memory, baby,” Wanda condescendingly cooed in fake-sadness. “I don’t want to have to mess with that pretty little mind of yours too much. Be a good girl for us and just look down, okay? Save us all the trouble.”

You instantly looked down, finding it hard to resist her commands, and stared at the floor. Admittedly, it wasn’t something you were proud of—still, you had to obey. There was just something about them, the power they held over you was inexplicable.

It felt like twenty minutes had passed, and your neck was beginning to really hurt for looking down this long. Finally, though, the car stopped, and you all got out. Natasha didn’t seem to wait for you two, leaving Wanda to pick you up and take you inside.

You looked around, although you weren’t entirely sure if you were even supposed to do that. You were inside the building before you even had a chance to look at the outside of it anyway, and a small part of you felt at home again. Feelings came flooding you all of a sudden, and you felt your eyes water. Was this really your life? Was this really the situation you’re in? Why wouldn’t they just let you go? Why couldn’t have Natasha just let you go all that time ago instead of kidnapping you?

“Why are you doing this?” You whimpered. “Why did you take me again?”

“Why?” Natasha snorted, half amused, half insulted. “I don’t give up that easily.”

Tears began to leak down your face and Wanda shushed you quietly, stroking your hair. She set you down and pulled you close.

“It’s all right, darling, it’s all right,” she murdered comfortingly. You hated yourself, hated them. But mostly you hated how a part of you, as always, felt safer with Wanda than you have with anyone else.

“No, I don’t understand,” you sobbed. “This isn’t fair! Let me go!”

Natasha walked up to you and pried you from Wanda’s grasp. She grabbed your hair and tilted your head back, examining you. Then, she brought her face nearer to yours and slowly licked up a trail of your tears from your face.

“You don’t understand? Then let me explain it to you,” she smirked. “You’re like an aphrodisiac. There’s something about you…and I just can’t get enough.”

Your breath caught in your throat and all you could do was lock your eyes with her forest green ones.

“Nothing will ever stop me from finding you. I will hunt you down day in and day out. Do you want to know why? Because you’re ours,” Natasha purred in a sultry, low voice. She leaned down to whisper huskily in your ear, “You always will be.”

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“You are foolish if you think we will let this happen. Do not speak to Y/N like that! And don't you dare kiss her,” Yelena snarled, furious at the situation and even more so at her inability to do anything about it.

“Oh hush, blondie,” Wanda's casual, almost bored tone, pissed Yelena off more, and she isn't one to sit around and do nothing.

Yelena charged at the witch and Wanda once again caught the widow with her magic, pinning her to the wall. She held Yelena there as she did the same with Kate. While Wanda took care of your girlfriends, the older widow grabbed the back of your neck and walked—half-carrying you—to the bed. She threw you there and gave you a piercing look, clear that you couldn't move from where she placed you. As much as you should've been focusing on what was about to happen to you, your mind was still reeling from the kiss a few moments prior. A soft blush had risen to your cheeks and you hoped your girlfriends hadn't seen. When you looked up to check, however, you realized their eyes were trained on you. You gulped.

“I bet you'll enjoy this, won't you, детка?” Wanda purred softly. “Having them watch while we fuck you so well?”

You blushed slightly at her words, not sure how to respond. You didn’t want to give her any satisfaction, but you couldn’t help your racing thoughts. That was all she needed. She smirked as she became aware of your feelings about the entire situation. The guilt, the fear...the arousal. When you looked behind you, you realized Natasha was searching through a closet for something.

“What is she doing…?” You asked hesitantly.

Wanda smirked more.

“Just looking through the toys,” she cupped your cheek. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you,” she cooed. “But I can’t promise anything for her.”

Your stomach flipped and you let out a soft whine, unable to control yourself. Kate emitted a low growl at the noise you made, and, for a moment, you locked eyes. You quickly drew your gaze away when the intensity of her stare got to you, and your attention went back to Natasha. You wondered what things she had in store for you, which things she wanted to do to you—or make you do. The more you thought about it, the more you began to get impatient. You didn’t quite understand why you were getting so wet over the thoughts or why the thoughts became so detailed in your mind until you glanced back over at Wanda to see her eyes glowing red. She must’ve been transferring thoughts into your mind, toying with you. You squirmed slightly under her new intense gaze.

Natasha walked over with a vibrator, a strap, and a riding crop. She set them on the bed and your eyes widened slightly when you noticed how large the strap was. It had to have been larger than any you'd ever seen, and you knew Natasha must've brought her biggest one she had to put on the show of stretching you out in front of Yelena and Kate.

“I am going to rip your throat out,” Yelena growled out, her eyes following the toys angrily. Her accent was thicker than you had ever heard it while she was still speaking English, but her message was clear in intent.

Still, however, neither Natasha nor Wanda paid any mind. Natasha slowly started to undress in front of you and you couldn't force yourself to look away—she was breathtaking. Every part of you wanted to admire her and worship her, but the sting of your current situation reminded you not to get lost in her body. You silently cursed yourself as the last article of clothing was thrown on the floor. You realized then that it was your turn, but you found it hard to expose yourself in front of your captors. The idea of that added vulnerability, on top of what you already had, was terrifying. Realizing you weren't going to undress yourself anytime soon, Wanda tore your clothes off with her magic, red strands whisking them away.

You gasped in surprise and wished that you could become smaller and sink into the ground, away from their predatory gazes. Natasha patted the bed as she laid down, a silent order. You crawled between her legs, knowing instantly what she was asking of you. As she spread her legs, you dipped your head and grazed your tongue between her folds, reaching your hand up to play with her clit. Natasha smirked at your obedience, proud that she didn't need to tell you anything for you to know your job.

“What a good little slut you are, you know just what it is I want,” the assassin purred dangerously. “Now stop being a tease and give it to me.” With that, Natasha grabbed your hair and pulled you into her. You sent your tongue to work, exploring her fully and reaching the best spots you could find. As you worked your best to earn Natasha's pleasure, she arched her back slightly and you watched her head tilt back. Wanda came up behind you and positioned your ass in the air, gently sliding the vibrator into your dripping cunt.

“You can't cum until Nat does,” Wanda instructed, fake kindness lacing her voice and a smirk playing her lips. When she turned the vibrator on a low setting, you moaned softly, seemingly transferring your own vibration through Natasha's core. Her breathing got shallower and you could've sworn you heard her whisper your name between her grunts of pleasure, but you wouldn't ever know for sure due to Wanda's excitement of messing with the vibrator's settings that left your mind spinning too much to focus.

“God, I love the way you involuntarily move your hips as if you can't get enough of my little toy,” Wanda nearly moaned at the sight of you and your unintentional reactions to the varying intensities. You worked your tongue faster, increasing the speed of your fingers on the widow's clit before switching their roles. You plunged two fingers into her and sucked on her clit, flicking your tongue and curling your fingers skillfully to stroke her g-spot repeatedly.

Natasha gasped and you heard her moan loudly before speaking breathily, “Your mouth is fucking good, I should put it to use more often.”

You added a third finger, increasing your speed and bottoming out with every thrust. You whimpered as the vibrator was turned to the highest setting without warning, moaning once again. You could tell it had an effect on Natasha watching you like this while you both ate her out and fingered her, desperate for your own release. Soon after, Nat came with a low, breathy moan and a slight buck of her hips. You helped her ride her high and lapped up the mess dutifully, panting from how close you were to reaching your own orgasm. When you pulled back from Natasha, you turned to Yelena and Kate, your eyes glazed over with lust, desperate for your own high. Yelena had her eyes cast down, growling to herself lowly, while Kate was watching you lustfully yet indignantly. Suddenly, the vibrations stopped and you mewled in protest. A harsh slap met your ass when Wanda gave you a disapproving glare.

“Appreciate what we give you, do not complain,” Natasha scolded harshly. You flinched at her tone and cast your eyes down obediently.

“Yes, Daddy...th-thank you,” you muttered.

“Good little slut,” Wanda breathed out, entranced by your perfect obedience. Natasha's lips twitched into a slight smirk at the title, and you could've sworn you heard an angry grunt of disapproval from one of the two girls against the wall. Nat and Wanda's pleasure was short-lived after your reaction to Natasha's next command, however.

“Take the vibrator out of yourself and finish the job yourself, now. I want to watch you,” the assassin's voice dripped with desire and command.

“I-I don't want to,” you whimpered. “That's not fair.” You were embarrassed at the idea of getting yourself off in front of them, yes, but you also longed for the pleasure you couldn't give yourself--you wanted them. You didn't want to do it yourself.

“We call the shots. Don't you dare protest,” Natasha leaned over to grab your jaw, her strikingly beautiful features instantly darkening. You did your best to nod pitifully despite her vice grip. “Oh, now you want to start obeying again? You think we'll tolerate any disobedience whatsoever?”

Wanda raised an eyebrow, getting an idea, and smiled sweetly, sitting next to you on the bed. Nat let you go and you found yourself instantly pressing yourself into Wanda, who still held the remote to the vibrator, for comfort. She started stroking your hair, and you leaned your head against her chest. She set the remote down and removed the vibrator from you, setting it beside the remote, ignoring your quiet whine from the emptiness and lack of attention to your core. You were still close to the edge from your near-orgasm.

“You know, Nat...you're usually the one to deal out the punishments,” her voice was icy yet thickly sweet, like frozen honey. Your blood ran cold as she continued talking, not pausing the attention she was giving your hair. “Perhaps it's my turn,” she said calmly. You stiffened, notably so, and she tutted. “Now, don't shy away from what you earned yourself. I told you only to listen, didn't I? But you didn't do that.”

Natasha seemed to consider this for a moment, then nodded in approval.

“That's fine with me,” she spoke to Wanda, ignoring your presence once again. You felt the same as you did a while ago, like when she would talk as if you weren't in the room. As if you weren't a part of any of this. As if your say in what happened to you didn't matter.

Because it didn't.

Before you were entirely aware of what was happening, Wanda flipped you over her knee and spanked you with a surprisingly harsh sting. You yelped in shock. Not only was it the pain that surprised you, but it was also the fact that her hands and touch had been nothing but gentle and kind to you. The sheer and utter contrast this brought was enough to throw you off completely. Not only that, but you felt the added sting of the rings you knew she purposefully left on.

A second smack came down on your ass and you let out a soft hiss in pain, feeling the result of the cold metal again, desperately reaching for her hand. What worried you was that your body had begun to instinctively seek comfort in her so much that it happened naturally, even when she was the one causing you the pain. You needed her to be there for you throughout the punishment you had to endure. She seemed to consider this, scanning your mind, and a proud smirk played her lips as she held your hand with her free hand.

“Our dumb little toy, you still need Mommy to help you through? Even when I'm the one serving you your punishment?” She cooed condescendingly.

You refused to respond but felt yourself grip her hand tighter and bite your lip, bracing yourself for the next blow. Sure enough, it came, and the sting seemed to last even longer this time. You grunted softly from the impact and glanced up at Natasha, who was watching you intently. She only sneered at you, and you knew she was thinking that you deserved it. You did this to yourself, you earned it by talking back and disobeying. All you could do was thank Wanda for serving you your punishment over Natasha, seeing as the assassin likely would've opted for a more lethal option. You felt Wanda's hand gently rub your ass soothingly, likely prepping you for the next strike. To your surprise, nothing came. When you looked up at Wanda, you saw her reaching for the riding crop.

“I suppose there's no better time to use this than now. What do you think, Natty? Three strikes to her clit, ten strikes to her ass?” The witch glanced at Natasha.

Natasha hummed in agreement, and Wanda instantly whipped you with surprising force. You admitted it hurt a lot more than you were expecting, and you jolted up slightly from the shock and suddenness of it. A soft whimper escaped you, and your free hand dug into the sheets, gripping them as the second blow hit without warning also. You thanked her silently for not making you count, seeing as your mind was already an incoherent mess of pain and arousal. She proceeded the blows, and you soon felt yourself soaking her thigh, face contorting in a mix of pleasure and pain. You knew she felt it, but she didn't mention anything until your eighth hit. She pulled her hand away from yours and plunged her fingers into your soaking wet entrance without any forewarning. You gasped and gripped the sheets tighter, balling them into your fist.

“You're making quite the mess on Mommy's thigh, aren't you, детка? You need this to be taken care of. But do you deserve it?” Wanda teased, curling her fingers inside of you while whipping your ass a ninth time.

This time, a moan escaped your lips. You were already rapidly approaching your high due to being left right before your orgasm minutes earlier.

“You're enjoying this a bit too much,” Wanda purred softly as she pulled out her fingers. You groaned in disapproval, knowing she planned on edging you until you felt like you were going to lose it.

She spanked you with the crop one last time again before plunging her fingers back into you and moving them at a brutally fast pace. You bit your lip to stifle a loud moan, and the shame burned your cheeks as you blushed red, realizing you were about to fall apart in front of your girlfriends--and they weren't even the ones doing this to you. You couldn't help that you were clenching your walls around Wanda's fingers, the feelings of her rings brushing against you and adding to the pleasure despite the embarrassing and pride-stripping moment. You felt that you should be used to it by now due to Wanda and Natasha seeming to live for taking what's left of your dignity. Their hungry eyes roamed you excitedly, loving how you looked, helpess over Wanda's knee. The witch stretched her fingers and added another, filling you. You couldn't stop the moan this time, and your breath quickened, knowing you were nearing your high.

“You must always ask for permission,” Wanda warned you, knowing how close you were.

“Please, Mommy! Please, can I cum?” You whimpered out desperately. The look in your eyes fueled the witch's hunger, and she smirked.

“Go ahead, дорогая, cum for me,” she husked into your ear, granting you the permission you needed. You came undone with a moan of her title, and she gently road you through your high, stroking your cheek softly with her free hand that once held the very crop that had dealt you your punishment. “Good girl, what a good girl. You're doing so well, but your punishment isn't over yet,” Wanda reminded you.

You were flipped over and she pulled out her fingers slowly, rings glistening with your slick. Too busy watching her lick her fingers clean in amazement--the moan she let out at your taste had to be the hottest thing you had ever heard--you didn't notice as she came down to hold your legs apart, firmly in place, that Natasha had the riding crop in hand now. She sharply brought the crop down on your painfully sensitive clit and you let out a desperate yelp.

“Count,” Natasha chided.

“O-one!” You tried to speak as quickly as possible to not anger her, still not recovered from the shock of what happened.

She brought the crop down on your cunt with more force the next time, causing you to arch your back and whimper, trying to close your legs. Nat raised an eyebrow, not liking your disobedience.

“Are you trying to escape your punishment? Do you not remember that disobedience got you here in the first place? We established only three, but I could add more if you'd like to stop counting and struggle instead. You only have one left, would you like me to add more to that sensitive little pussy of yours?”

“No, two!” You squeaked, quickly shaking your head to show that disobedience wasn't your intent. You already found yourself craving the sweet praise Wanda was giving you moments ago in contrast to the sharp, sadistic commands of Natasha.

She hummed in approval of your quick recovery but took no pity on you for your third strike, finishing strong. You couldn't stop another sharp yelp, but still obediently cried out the third number, panting softly from the overstimulation and sensitivity. The assassin seemed pleased with her work, and she stood up. Tired from your recent orgasm and lack of ability to catch your breath in between your punishments, you gratefully sank into Wanda's warm embrace, happy that it was over. She laid you on the bed, stomach up, and Natasha slid the strap on.

“That's enough!” You heard Kate call out. “She's done what you've said so far, don't you dare!”

Natasha glared darkly at the bold, younger woman, and fear coursed through you, begging her in your mind not to hurt her. The only problem was, Natasha wasn't the mind reader. To your surprise, however, the assassin chose to ignore Kate. She crawled on top of you on the bed and lifted your jaw so you were looking into her dark green orbs.

“Do you think you can take it, baby? Are you a good enough cockwhore to take my strap?” Natasha's voice was laced with mockery as she slowly pushed the strap into you. “Good thing Wanda got you prepped for Daddy, didn't she?”

You weren't sure if you could handle it, as much as you didn't want to admit it, but you nodded anyway. You were so sensitive from the overstimulation that it felt like too much, added with the size that was far more than you had ever taken before. Your hips jolted slightly as she took her thumb to brush lightly against your clit, causing you to unintentionally force the rest of the strap in. She smirked proudly at you, and if you had any shred of pride left, you would've wanted to wipe that smirk off her face. But you didn't. Not anymore. The widow didn't give you much time to adjust to the strap that was far too big for you. She started pounding into you with a surprising force, holding your hips firmly in place. Your back arched off the bed and you couldn't help the nearly pornographic moans that escaped you.

She seemed to know how to hit every spot that had you screaming, never losing her pace. You were panting already, a whimpering mess underneath her. She nipped and sucked at your neck, leaving clear marks to claim you, and relentlessly forced her hips to meet yours. You attempted to buck your hips to meet her thrusts, but her grip held true and you could barely move. All you could do was lay back and take it, though the pleasure was nearly unbearable. It was too much, you didn't have the ability to rest or take a break to catch your breath.

“I c-can't do it, I can't take a-anymore,” you pleaded, admitting something you wished you hadn't.

“Yes you can, pretty girl, you take it so well. Don't stop now,” Natasha encouraged you.

Not wanting to disappoint her, you did your best to take it, rapidly nearing your next orgasm. Your body went limp, bouncing with each thrust, knowing you had succumbed to the overbearing pleasure. Noticing this, Natasha paused and pulled out. You whined, needing your nearing orgasm. She laid on the bed and placed your legs so you were straddling her, pulling you onto her. She watched you as you saw your own juices coating the strap. You let out a low, guttural moan from need, and she guided your hips to sink down onto her, greedily taking in her strap. She then bounced your hips, moving them to meet hers. After a while, you weren't sure the incoherent noises and pleas that came out of your mouth were even yours.

“I need to cum, I'm so close,” you mewled, tears streaming down your face from how sensitive you were.

“Beg for it. I want to hear you beg and plead. Then, just maybe I'll think about it,” Natasha hissed lowly.

“Please! Please, Daddy, I'm begging you, I-I need to cum! I'm s-so close, please, I need it!” You desperately pleaded.

“Mmmm...fine,” she graciously obliged as you came apart completely, weak from the overstimulation. You weakly tried to remove yourself from her lap but failed. Natasha picked you up gently and laid you next to her on the bed before sitting up and removing the strap. Wanda walked to the bathroom to get a washcloth. She came back and began gently cleaning you up. You involuntarily twitched whenever she got too near your sensitive areas, but she managed to clean you to the best of her ability. Natasha watched you closely, and, when Wanda had finished, the magic was dropped on Kate and Yelena.

“You've proved your point!” Kate growled at her while quickly making her way to you and scooping you up in her arms.

“Have I? Let’s find out,” Natasha growled dangerously. “Tell them, детка. Who's are you?”

Shamefully, you whispered quietly while huddling into Kate, “Yours.”

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Three days had gone by and you were beginning to get worried. You had never left your girlfriends alone for this long, and you knew how they got when you didn't check up with them. Kate and Yelena had probably come to your house and searched the entire place for you by now, but it's not like you could just ask your captors to have your phone back (which they definitely took, you had checked to make sure). You had been locked in the room and not let out once seeing as it had a master bathroom attached. You were given no food unless Wanda felt generous. Natasha didn't care to spare you anything but a water bottle here and there. Wanda usually "tried" (not like she didn't have free roam to the house) to get in at least a meal or so a day for you. She wanted you to feel grateful for what they gave you, and she knew you were more inclined to do that if you were being at least decently taken care of.

When she came in this time, you found yourself trying to get as far away as possible from her. Food or not, her niceness was a stark contrast to Natasha's cold demeanor. It unnerved you even more that she wasn't as cruel to you as the assassin was. Something about her 'kindness' seemed off as well. It was as if she was faking it, and that was the part that unnerved you. She was the one who convinced Natasha not to keep restraints on you for long periods of time. She believed you were "smart enough to know how bad the consequences would be" if you tried to escape.

"What happened?" Wanda frowned as she saw you back away from her on the bed. "Are you not happy to get food? That was rather rude of you."

"N-no, its not that, it's just..." you trailed off, trying to find a good explanation, but she tutted and shook her head.

"I don't need excuses," she sighed, feigning disappointment. "I suppose I'll stop coming with food from now on. Natasha is getting bored of you anyway, she might decide you aren't worth keeping around. You know what happens to dogs that aren't wanted, don't you?" Wanda gave you a falsely sympathetic pout. "They get put down. Why else do you think Natasha hasn't been visiting you save for dropping off a water bottle here and there?"

Your throat felt tight with fear as you realized she was right. Wanda was the only one keeping you alive.

"I'm sorry..." you started, not really sure what to say. "I don't mean to be ungrateful for everything you do for me! That's not the case."

You scooted closer to her in an attempt to show her that you didn't mind being near her. You wanted the food more than you had cared to admit, but you didn't want to push her. First you needed to make sure she wouldn’t get offended and leave before anything else. When Wanda raised an unimpressed eyebrow at you, you froze. Were you just pissing her off more? You couldn't tell what it was she wanted from you, and that scared you more. She, however, seemed to have no problem understanding what was going through your head.

That's right. Mind reader. You had forgotten...and she was smirking.

"Calm down, I won't hurt you if you don't give me a reason to do such. I want to take care of you, but you have to let me," she stated simply, caressing your cheek tenderly.

"I will," you quickly agreed. Wanda pulled her hand away and started to pass the plate to you when Natasha walked in.

"What is this?" Natasha's voice was low as she quirked an eyebrow and crossed her arms. She cocked her head to the side and growled softly. "My plaything thinks she deserves to eat?"

You quickly shook your head and backed away from the food as quickly as possible in an attempt to prove that you wouldn't dare do anything to displease her. Wanda watched the two of you curiously, not seeming fazed by Natasha's usual murderous intensity.

"It's time to begin teaching you some manners," Natasha walked over and sat on the bed. "Come."

You instantly crawled closer to her, despite every nerve in your body screaming against it in fear of being anywhere near the woman. Seeing no hesitation at your response to her command, Natasha brought her hand up and caressed your cheek. You flinched at first, terrified she was going to hit you, then forced yourself not to lean into the unexpectedly soft touch. Natasha had never actually touched you before, not gently. You were surprised that this is what her hand felt like. It was a bit calloused, but not as rough as you were expecting it to be. She brushed her thumb against your lips and you parted them softly, not sure why. You didn't realize how much you were craving the soft, gentle touch. You hadn't been properly cared for in a while and your body longed for the sensation. You craved the soft praises that used to be whispered in your ear whenever you did something Kate or Yelena liked. You were yearning for them. Wanda's expression changed and she gave Natasha a look.

"It seems like our little toy is missing people..." was all she said.

Natasha's face darkened and the gentle touch that lit your skin on fire with hidden desire instantly was replaced with a fierce glare and a harsh grab of your chin. You felt your jaw bruising and whimpered softly. You needed to start trying to block off your thoughts from Wanda, though you didn't know if it would be possible. Your attention stayed trained on Natasha as she tilted your head, analyzing you.

"Mmm..such a pretty girl. If you're so needy, I'll give you something to focus on. You said you were hungry, no?"

You were confused about what she meant at first until she shoved two fingers into your mouth and you gagged slightly at the surprise of them. "Then suck...and don't you dare bite down. If you do, I may just break that pretty jaw of yours," she growled out.

You began sucking obediently, knowing without a doubt she would keep her promise if your teeth so much as grazed her fingers. You swirled your tongue around them and she began thrusting them in and out of your mouth at a slightly aggressive pace, her long and nimble fingers hitting the back of your throat nearly every time. You did your best not to keep gagging from each thrust, but the amused look on her face gave away that she didn't care. She pulled them away, and you suddenly felt a harsh slap to your cheek. It was enough to force your head to the side and you didn't dare move it back, avoiding her gaze.

"Didn't I say you were supposed to learn manners? I didn't even hear a thank you from you." The assassin leaned down to hiss in your ear, "You always thank someone when they give you something."

"Th-thank you," you squeaked out in a small voice, not sure if you were thanking her for the slap or for making you suck her fingers.

Natasha huffed out a cold, dry laugh and wiped her wet fingers on the sheets. She started to get up when you heard a familiar voice bang on the room door.

“Natasha!!” The sweetly familiar Russian accent was something you recognized right away in your angry girlfriend’s voice. “Natasha open up!”

Natasha sighed in irritation at her younger sister and walked to the door, opening it up.

“Tell me why the hell this phone tracker thing says my girlfriend is h-” Yelena stopped her rant as she made eye contact with you on the bed. Your eyes widened and you gave a weak smile. This looked bad.

“Yelena, did you find her?” Kate ran up to her, panting slightly. “The phone tracker says she’s in this building!” Kate scanned the room and also saw you, and her eyes lit up. Your heart fluttered in happiness.

“Hi Kate…hi Yelena…” you tried shyly.

“What are they doing here?” Wanda narrowed her eyes.

“We’re here for our girlfriend,” Yelena growled lowly, accent thick. Natasha looked her dead in the eye.

“Your…girlfriend?” She hissed. “You’ve got to be kidding me. This is the woman you were talking about that was in a relationship with you and Kate?”

“Yes! Why is she with you??” Yelena shoved past Natasha to walk up to you, stroking your cheek. “Oh, дорогая, we were so worried about you..”

You instantly leaned into Yelena’s touch and Kate came rushing behind Yelena to get to you. “Baby..” she cooed softly, “I missed you so much.” She went in for a hug, shoving Yelena out of the way slightly and you happily hugged back, missing her warmth and tenderness.

“She’s with me because she’s mine,” Natasha claimed, stopping the girls dead in their tracks.

“Ours,” Wanda corrected.

“She’s our plaything…she mainly serves for my amusement,” the older assassin clarified, not seeming disturbed by the murderous look on Yelena’s face.

“Your…what,” was all Yelena could hiss out.

Kate’s eyes were wide—partially with disbelief, partially with worry—as she watched the two sisters glare daggers at each other. Wanda seemed more amused with the confrontation more than anything. As for you…as pleased as you were to see your girlfriends, you were terrified of the potentially deadly fight that could break out. You had to do something.

“It’s my fault…” you spoke softly, though your voice rang clear. You looked at Yelena and Kate. “I was cheating on you with them.”

Natasha’s lip curled into a smirk, though you knew she thought you said it for a reason you didn’t actually mean. She probably assumed you were doing it because you were scared of her—because you didn’t want her to be mad at you if you ratted her out. Or maybe she thought you were doing it for her, out of respect for her. You weren’t. In reality, you were trying to avoid letting your girlfriends put the blame on the two women who kidnapped you because it was less humiliating for you. You couldn’t let Yelena, your already overly protective girlfriend, know that you allowed yourself to get kidnapped. On top of that, you didn’t want her to get hurt trying to attack Natasha if she knew the truth—that you were supposed to be killed. That the only reason you’re alive is because you’re living to be Natasha and Wanda’s amusement. Their “plaything” as Natasha had said. You’d rather Yelena hate you for being a terrible person than think you’re too weak and pathetic to take care of yourself. You also didn’t want a deadly fight to break out between all four of the women.

You hadn’t thought about Kate’s reaction, though.

Yelena’s mouth dropped, and the incredulous, angry gaze that she gave you definitely hurt. But you could take it. You could take it because you knew she could, she was strong. Kate’s look of betrayal and disbelief, however, was what you couldn’t take. Your heart broke in your chest and before you could even say anything to deny what you already told them, Kate’s voice broke in a horse whisper.

“No…” she watched you, crushed. “What did we…how did we go wrong…?”

Your heart shattered into a million pieces and you shook your head slowly, voice barely a whisper.

“What have I done,” you asked yourself; you couldn’t believe what you said to them. Why did you think this was any better than a bloodbath? You silently scolded yourself, telling your mind not to be selfish, and you sighed softly.

“No, Y/N. You’re lying to us. Stop lying!” Yelena’s anger sparked brightly, snapping you out of your thoughts of self-hatred.

“Y/N? So that’s her name,” Natasha mused, clearly enjoying the show.

“You didn’t even know her name??” The blonde’s rage flashed across her face, and she looked like she was about to strangle Natasha.

Wanda’s magic caught her before she could get too close and the red haze engulfed Yelena’s arms and legs, slamming her back against the wall. She thrashed the best she could, but there was no give to her restraints as there wasn’t with yours earlier.

“Let her go!” You quickly stood up, glaring at Wanda. Wanda gave you a wry smile and your stomach twisted into knots. What were you thinking? She would demolish you. You gulped and took a hold on yourself. “Please…please let her go is what I meant.”

“Y/N, don’t. Don’t give her what she wants,” Kate piped up. “It’s clear they’re keeping you here against your will. You couldn’t have cheated, it’s…not you,” she said, trying to convince herself more than anything. Then, her tone, darker than you’d heard before, took you by surprise, “I know you wouldn’t do that to us.”

Something about the way she said it gave you a twinge of fear in your stomach, but you brushed it off and shook your head, assuring her, “You’re right, Kate, I didn’t. They kidnapped me. But they’re dangerous, you have to be careful! Please, I don’t want you and Lena getting hurt.”

Yelena screamed in pain, almost on command, as you finished your sentence. Your head jerked towards the noise as you saw the red magic rushing into her, clearly giving her painful sensations you couldn’t even imagine.

“Please, stop!” You got up and rushed to Yelena worriedly. “Don’t hurt her, I’m begging you!”

“Then beg,” Natasha’s low voice came from directly behind you, in your ear. You jumped at the suddenness of her voice and shivered softly.

“On your knees,” Wanda added sweetly, her smile widening.

Your first instinct was to glance at Kate and Yelena. You didn’t care if you had to embarrass yourself, as long as it protected your girlfriends. But you searched their gazes for comfort, seeking their support. Kate’s face was uncharacteristically dark and it sent chills down your spine. Yelena‘s face was contorted in pain as she wasn’t even looking at you. If someone like her was in this much pain, it must be something unimaginable. You clenched your jaw, gritting your teeth, and slowly sunk to your knees.

Natasha walked in front of you and spat down at you, “You look at me. Not them. Focus on me. You belong to us now.”

As she gestured to Wanda, you shook your head sadly. It was painful to imagine not being with Kate and Yelena. Wanda tilted her head curiously at you.

“Is that refusal we’re getting from you?” She asked in an icy tone. “Maybe I should get your other girlfriend here too.”

Before you knew what she was going to do, red magic had engulfed Kate and you heard her scream. It made your blood run cold and you bit back a sob. She had them both. The two people you cared about more than anything were being tormented by pain that you couldn't begin to think of. You called for Kate who agonizingly threw her head back from the excruciating pain, clearly unable to tolerate it as well as the widow who had grown up in this kind of torture. You looked at Wanda desperately.

“Please! I’ll do whatever you want! I’ll stop questioning you, I’ll stay with you, just let them go!” You cried helplessly, still on your knees.

“You brought this on yourself,” Wanda said sadly. She gave you a fake-pitying glance and shook her head sadly. “Perhaps you can find a way to make it up to us.”

“Anything! Just stop hurting them!”

Natasha looked at Wanda and nodded. The magic dissipated from the women and they fell to the floor, breathing heavily. Natasha kneeled down to you and grabbed you by the throat, forcing you to look at her.

“Oh we’ll stop physically hurting them for now. I have an idea to show them who you really belong to,” Natasha purred lowly. You let out a whimper, your core warming slightly at the implication, despite how guilty you felt at being aroused by the thought.

“Wonderful idea,” Wanda hummed. She walked to you and knelt down next to Natasha, then kissed you with a nearly painful gentleness. “And they’ll have no choice but to watch.”

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There seemed to be a brief exchange of indecipherable words right outside the door, although you could only make out one pair of footsteps. Perhaps your killer’s were so silent that it was impossible to hear hers. The door opened silently, all except the faint clicking of the doorknob, and only one woman walked in. The voice you heard was softer, much kinder, than your attacker’s. You could tell instantly it was a different person.

“I know you’re faking it. How did you think I knew to come in here in the first place?”

“How did…you know…?” You hesitantly spoke, slowly opening your eyes to see a beautiful porcelain face with forest green eyes full of pity, although you couldn’t tell if the pity was genuine or fake, hovering a ways above you.

“Well, darling, let’s just say I have a gift. You can relax,” she added, noticing your tense and nervous expression, “I asked Natasha to let me handle you. I told her she’d scare you away if she was the first thing you woke up to.”

Natasha…so that was her name. You didn’t dare question why you were still alive at all, or who the woman in front of you was, but that didn’t seem to matter seeing as she answered you anyway. It was as if she read your mind.

“My name is Wanda, dear. The only reason you’re alive is because my girlfriend seems to have taken a liking to you,” Wanda softy caressed your cheek, her hand gentler than her sharp words that brought you back to the reality you were living in.

You suddenly realized how sick and heavy your body felt, and you groaned slightly, tugging on the restraints you were in.

“It’s the poison working it’s way through your system, детка. Don’t worry, you’ll feel better soon.” The woman—Wanda, you recalled—gave you one last look before she turned around to walk out. “All you have to do is listen and things won’t be too hard for you.”

‘Listen’? What the hell did that mean? Did they think you were a kid or something? You weren’t going to knock over things off the shelves. As she left, you remembered your predicament again.

“Wait! But I can’t move!” You desperately cried out in a fleeting attempt for hope. You were met with no response from Wanda, but a different redhead with forest green eyes walked in the room. Your heart sank with dread as you instantly recognized the sadistic eyes of the assassin sent to kill you from last night. “No…” you whispered.

A smirk tugged at her lips.

“No? Well that’s a bit rude, малышка,” Natasha husked out dangerously.

A shiver went through your spine and shook your core. If you were going to die, at least it was by a woman as gorgeous as this. You took the moment to finally analyze her features—and they really were perfect. You envied her in a way. Her sparkling eyes, perfect jawline, beautiful cheekbones, auburn hair...a part of you could allow yourself comfort in knowing a deadly beauty like her would be your end instead of some boring way of dying…not like drowning or something stupid like that. If you were going to die, it may as well be by a breathtaking assassin that’s as beautiful as she is lethal, right?

“I don’t think I even need Wanda in here to know what’s running through that pretty little mind of yours,” Natasha stated cockily. Somehow, that was even hotter. Although, you’d have to admit that it took everything in your power to not actively slap her for the comment. Granted, you had restraints, but you didn’t want to be seen struggling in them. You needed her to trust you.

All your self-restraint got you, however, was a raised eyebrow from Natasha. The assassin didn’t seem impressed, but she did seem mildly amused. She must have been able to tell by your defiant glare that, even walking a fine line between life and death, you weren’t here to take anyone’s shit.

“Looks like you have more spunk to you than you did last night,” she growled dangerously.

Your stomach dropped.

“I didn’t-”

“Quiet,” she cut you off. You clenched your jaw slightly in mild irritation of her tone and at her way of speaking to you like she had the right, but your moment of insolence didn’t go unnoticed. “Oh, so the little brat is getting cocky, hm?”

A small fire ignited in your stomach and you felt a small amount of heat in a place where you definitely shouldn’t in your type of predicament.

“I didn’t mean to. Just…don’t talk to me like I’m a child,” you tried to explain yourself. “It pisses me off…I’m not good with disrespect.”

A firm hand grabbed your jaw tightly, and your eyes widened slightly.

“You didn’t seem to care last night with my knife to your throat. Perhaps we should go back to that…if it so pleases you,” she hissed sarcastically. “Because I clearly live to not piss you off, yeah?” Natasha shook her head incredulously. “You were lucky that I kept you alive. Maybe that wasn’t the right move…”

She released your jaw and walked to her closet and pulled out a pistol.

“W-what are you doing??” You yelped in fear at the gun, beginning to struggle as hard as you could against the ropes burning into your skin.

“I’m going to kill the brat in you,” she said simply, a dark expression on her face.

You went pale. The assassin called for Wanda, but you were sure that all your mind focused on was the gun. Only moments later, the witch walked in. Her eyes turned to you, and her soft, pitiful expression was twisted into one of hidden pleasure and amusement at your terrified look.

“Look at the poor thing...” Wanda spoke condescendingly, her voice dripping with fake-pity. “She’s practically shaking.”

“Well I am supposed to end her life, Wands,” the Russian cooed thoughtfully. “But I was gracious enough to spare her, for my own amusement of course, and I figured I’d deal with the consequences of the angry family later. I thought it would be worth it to have a pet around, but she seems very ungrateful. I’m going to need you to hold the brat down.” Her voice was low and deadly, but she spoke as if you weren’t in the room. Your existence was so far beneath hers, in her eyes, that you weren’t even worth acknowledging. But she wanted to make her words very clear about her intended actions so you were aware of everything you deserved. She was speaking about you like you were a child. Patronizingly.

You were confused at what she meant when she said ‘hold the brat down’ until you felt your restraints cut free by a cold knife Natasha was holding in her other hand. She pressed the blade to your wrist and the gun under your jaw, then leaned into your ear.

“It’s not hard to let you bleed out, too. That’s always an option.”

You were too scared to move. You only looked at her pleadingly, begging with your eyes, hoping that she wouldn’t hurt you. Or pull the trigger.

One shot.

That was the only thought that kept ringing through your mind. One shot and this was all over. One shot and she could kill you. Your life was in her hands, and you were completely at her mercy. You didn’t realize it at first, but once Natasha started chuckling at your fear, you became aware that you were shaking. The weapons were taken away from you and replaced with warm, tingling sensations holding down your body. There was no give to the hazy red restraints holding you in place when you tried to struggle. You were immobilized completely. Tears sprang to your eyes as you remembered Natasha’s words.

I’m going to kill the brat in you.

It rang clear for a moment in your head and you couldn’t help when a terrified whimper spilt from your lips. Natasha only flashed a smirk at Wanda and Wanda sighed dramatically, shaking her head in fake-disapproval as if she disagreed with Natasha’s methods. She had no problem keeping the restraints up, though. The assassin set her knife down on the nightstand next to the bed you were laying on, and the gun came back around to your head. You knew it was loaded. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind. She wasn’t just trying to scare you, the woman knew everything she was doing and just how to do it. You were praying she didn’t pull the trigger.

“I’m begging you,” you pleaded, “I’ll do anything. Anything you want, please, just don’t kill me. Whatever it is, I swear!”

“Anything?” There was a sadistic glint in her eyes.

You nodded vigorously, terrified of any outcome that this could lead to, but none more than death.

“All right…then prove it. Suck,” she demanded, stopping the gun so it’s barrel was pointed directly at your mouth. You started shaking even more, your task clear in what she wanted. Tears started sneaking down your cheeks as if they, too, were scared to move.

“Please…” your voice was barely a horse whisper as you held back a terrified sob. What if she pulled the trigger straight to the back of your throat as you did whatever you could to please the woman in front of you? She could end you in a moment.

“Oh? I thought you said anything. You have three seconds before I pull the trigger to begin.”

A petrified sob escaped you against your will and you opened your mouth, taking the barrel at surface level.

“Oh please. I know you can do better than that,” Natasha’s voice was irritated now as she shoved the barrel of the handgun down your throat. You gagged slightly and did your best to deep throat the gun as if your life depended on it—which, of course, it did. All you could think on repeat was, Don’t pull the trigger, please don’t pull the trigger. You hesitantly pulled away, a strand of your saliva connecting your mouth to the gun, and you slowly licked up the barrel, hoping the sight was enough to satisfy whatever terrifying craving for a show your kidnapper had.

I told you before, a voice whispered in your head, all you have to do is listen.

You realized it was coming from Wanda and you tried to take what small amount of comfort it offered and ignore the fear of knowing that she could access your mind to such lengths at any time.

“That was better,” Natasha pulled the gun away from you slightly, only to point it back at the top of your head. “But I’m afraid you still don’t know how to obey without question or hesitation. You haven’t proven that you’d do anything on command, which is what I need from you if you’re going to be a good toy for me. And until I kill every last part of you that dares to even think about disobeying me, I’ll have no use for you.”

Your eyes widened and you whimpered, begging your captor as she rested the wet barrel of the gun to your forehead, “Please, no, please, I’ll be better! I’m begging you, I’ll listen, I swear! I will…please…”

Natasha hummed softly in thought, then smiled darkly—the most terrifying thing you had witnessed thus far.

“I suppose it would be fun to watch you fall apart as I train you into mindless submission. Breaking you will be the most amusing thing yet,” she spoke dangerously low, lowering the gun. Then suddenly, she pointed it next to your head and fired in one swift motion at lightning speed, her years of training evident in that moment.

Your restraints were suddenly released as you felt yourself flinch in terror and turn to see the bullet hole in the wooden head bored inches away from where your head was. You were trembling. You slowly curled up into a ball on the bed, holding yourself into a pillow and crying softly. You didn’t even notice as the two women walked out of the room, Natasha chucking to herself, not even bothering to lock the door.

They knew you would never dare escape after that.

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The breath on your neck was hot as you continued running, panting softly. You tried to keep your steps light and increase your speed as you ran through the alley, but you could feel the presence hot on your trail. You were able to catch a glimpse of your attacker before you had started running—that was, after you almost got your neck sliced open by the figure. All you saw was that the hooded person was female. Dangerous. Deadly.

You kept running but didn’t get far as your attacker grabbed the back of your shirt’s collar, stepped in front of you, and pinned you to a cold and slightly damp brick wall of the alley. You caught a flash of green eyes and a strand of red hair peaking out of the hood, but quickly averted your eyes when you were met with a knife to your throat.

“It looks like you have some wealthy enemies,” the husky voice toyed with your mind. You couldn’t tell if you were imagining things or if the sly tone was really coming from the woman in front of you. Everything seemed hazy. “Wealthy enough to afford killing you. That poison I slipped in your coffee should be just enough to keep you weakened, but not do the job alone…so don’t try to escape. I’d like to end your life myself.”

You let out a soft whimper but said nothing as a small trickle of blood danced its way down the knife, not in your vision, but clear in your attacker’s. A soft rain started falling in the dark alleyway, and raindrops gathered on the blade of the knife, decorating it. The scene almost looked like something out of a movie, and the assassin would’ve stopped to enjoy it if it weren’t for the multi-million dollar prize on your head. What you did to piss off the powerful family, she didn’t know—but she also didn’t care enough to question it. That kind of money wasn’t something you stop to consider the consequences of. Especially when that’s your job.

“I-I don’t know what I did, but please,” you cried softly, begging the woman. “You have to let me go! You must have the wrong person.”

“Shh…” you heard the soft whisper as the knife was lifted from your throat, giving you a brief spark of hope, only to be taken to the woman’s mouth.

She licked the blood off the knife slowly, tilting her head up slightly and allowing the moonlight to catch on her face, briefly peaking past her hood before she looked back at you. The knife only landed back at your pulse point and you could feel her toying with you, but the woozy feeling you had was too strong for you to fight it. The sight of what the assassin had just done was burned into your mind, and you would’ve felt mildly aroused at the picture of the stunning woman if it were absolutely anyone else—or if you weren’t on the verge of death. You could tell she was enjoying herself. She had this job for a reason. She must live for the hunt.

“Look at you, pretty girl,” she cooed softly, looking you up and down predatorily. She admired you for a moment. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a target as enticingly beautiful as you before.”

She wiped your tears away with her free hand and pressed the knife tip further into your neck, nicking the skin. Still not knowing the woman’s name, you tried your best to reason with her.

“P-please, ma’am…if it’s money you want, I’ll find a way to get it to you. Anything…” you trailed off. But deep down, as your eyes felt too heavy to keep open, you knew. The money wasn’t what drove this admittedly breathtaking woman—it was the kill. You could see it in her eyes. The thrill she got from seeing the fear on your face. Your body felt heavy and you could feel yourself sinking, not able to stand much longer. Things started to go black, and the last thing you remember thinking was that you’d never drink late night coffee again.

As you gave in to the darkness, you felt strong arms hold you up for support. Your mind finally faded, and everything went black.

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