"This round's killer is... Mafioso."
A/N: Winner of the recently hosted poll with 59.5% of the votes. To those who voted 1x, y'all are gonna have to wait for the next chapter to come out.
💰⚔️This POV contains: Restraining (it's a bunch of mafia dudes using hands), Teasing (some of it is in Italian, credits to my goat Google for that)💰⚔️
Without further ado, enjoy! Though... I suggest you start preparing yourself if you're a lee.
Why, why, why did you forget to pay your debt? By one day, nonetheless. Now you were about to die: you barely have a shred of energy left to keep running, your HP was low, and you didn't have any helpful items on you. Not even a medkit, and that would be a godsend right now.
What makes this worse, you ask? Elliot died earlier on but not without throwing a pizza that just HAD to be taken by someone else. And the worst fact of all? You didn't have any money to pay that guy back.
What, just what could make this any worse?! You couldn't think of anything when you got into a dead end. You couldn't help but utter, "Crap."
You looked back, locking eyes with the one walking towards you: that sword, that coat, and that unfading grin.
"So, Y/N... Let's make this quick."
You backed up into a corner, panic and fear taking over your brain as you scrambled for a way to save yourself. Instinctively, you uttered the truth, saying you don't have anything to pay up.
And then, silence fell over the area.
"Drats," the mafia boss mumbled under his breath. But suddenly, he got an idea, a rather amusing one as he dropped his sword. "Don't worry, you won't die. But you can guarantee I'll make sure you pay in... other ways."
You barely had time to even blink when he suddenly snapped his fingers with a mischevous glint, and all four of his boys came over to restrain your arms and legs.
Mafioso then came over, walking right behind you with a smirk. "Tell me..."
Once he was fully placed behind you, his fingers began to softly, ever so gently, pinch your sides. The reaction you had said it all. A singular flinch.
"Ah, quindi sei... How adorable~"
You tried to hold it in, you really did. But his constant insistence made you unable to take any more. Laughter burst out of you like an endless giggly fountain the second he touched your stomach.
"Che piccola cosa sensibile... It would be a shame if someone added more pressure to that simply adorable sound~"
Going a bit rougher on there, he decided to continue tickling your stomach. "What's wrong, coniglietto? Can't take it, hm?~" he whispered onto your ear.
Even his breath tickled so much it was embarrassing, and the fact he purposefully nuzzled into your neck right after? Gods, that beard!
He went to your ribs and you shrieked, amping the sound of your laughter up to a hundred percent and making it sound like music to his ears.
"Coochie coochie coo, my sweet conigiletto...~ Non c'è via di fuga ora.~"
At those words, you died internally. If you didn't back then you sure as hell did now.
As he went to your armpits, he kept whispering "tik tik tik" into your ear like a mantra. Then he did the exact same thing while dragging his fingers to your ribs, treating them like piano keys.
At this point, your laughter is so loud it could be heard through the whole map, positively alerting another survivor to where you are. But no, you just had to be the last one standing—alongside ironically, Shedletsky.
Speaking of the bird man, he'll tease the living crap out of you 'til the day he dies should he find out about this, so it's better to keep shut. And you know who else will? Chance—despite his history with the man.
"Well, now you'll remember to pay your debt I imagine?"
You said yes as he went over to your sides for extra emphasis, extremely flustered and giggly. You could've started crying from laughter any minute from now and you KNOW it.
It didn't take long for him to finally stop, his men dropping you like a sack—one full of precious gems and stones at that.
"Consider this a reminder. A lesson... in paying your debt." He said, ruffling your hair as if you were a rabbit. "Next time, I'll hit even harder." He walked off, leaving you alone, still panting and giggling.
Yep. You're definitely dead next time.
A/N: Moral of the story, pay your damn debt. Of else this MIGHT (keyword MIGHT) happen. Be careful out there, gang.
...I may or may not have stolen a headcanon or two for this. Source: Conigiletto is "bunny/rabbit" in Italian.
