#( interrogation )

The gas mask isn't as uncomfortable as you imagined, and it is beginning to make sense why it is fitted (and why the interrogators are wearing them too).

It's the fact that two of your friends, who you know to be THE least ticklish people in the world, are currently laughing hysterically under the tortures being applied to their normally insensitive soles, that tells you what the gas that must fill the room does.

The interrogators explain anyway. It makes you unbearably, agonisingly, ticklish.

They offer you the chance to tell them the codes. You know that they'll take the mask off if you don't.

But you're a good soldier. You won't talk.

The mask is removed, another applied, and you are secured in the darkness of it. They leave you a while, absorbing the special compound.

By the time they return, feeling motes of dust landing on the tops of your feet is driving you wild.

"Retail therapy." You answer automatically, which makes Kyle smile at you. The guestroom had been stripped of all furniture, the windows covered, the environment specifically designed to mentally challenge you.

"I have thirty minutes to use any of your greens to get information out of you." Kyle explains as he stands up and places a tender kiss on your forehead. "If you break, you get put in chastity for a week, and if you win, we give you whatever you want." He continues, stroking your face softly. "You ready to begin?"

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Chapter Summary: You are being "interrogated" (threatened) by the Dark Knight Hero, tied up.

What in the world (or rather, Teyvat) happened to not attracting attention?

You were currently tied up to a chair in a box room, facing away from the door. After magically appearing in front of Diluc in the middle of his home and giving him and his employees a shock, you were promptly apprehended by him, blindfolded, brought here, and bound before regaining your sight. You don't blame them for treating you like a threat when no one knows who you are or what you can do. But couldn't they at least make these ropes less tight? They're killing your wrists and cutting off your blood flow. Ugh. It somehow reminds you of the tightness that was around your neck while you were being dragged down to your death at the bottom of the ocean. Your mind can't help but be filled with hatred and resentment for the despicable man who ruined your life and caused the events currently happening to you. It sends shivers down your spine, makes your body run cold. You hate him.

You hate him.

You HATE him.

YOU HATE HIM.

You hate HIM.

You hate-

It feels rather... chillier in here than it was a moment ago.

But the only thing that piques your interest is the sound of footsteps and the door to the room you were inside opening and then closing as someone steps in. You already knew who it was, the same person who keeps manhandling you everywhere, it seems.

"I already searched you. Did you magically gain a cryo vision in the short amount of time you've been in here?" He sounds baffled, bewildered, even. "Hm. I'm sure you placed it somewhere I am unable to touch appropriately, as you are a lady. How cunning of you." You still couldn't see him as your chair was facing the opposite way, although you had no idea what he could be referring to until you took a moment to look around the room. There were small, tiny snowflakes in the air as well as ice on some parts of the wall, and even on the rope that was binding your hands. Now you could finally feel the goosebumps on your skin. Did you actually do this? Did the Archons bless you with a vision? This could be so helpful-

Wait, what exactly was he implying? A deep blush forms on your face. You took great offense to that. "I never did anything of that sort for your information. I am just as clueless about how this happened as you are, Sir Diluc."

You're hyper-aware of Diluc coming into your vision and slowly stopping right in front of you. He's observing you, looking you up and down as if you're something he can't quite understand. "You're fortunate you haven't brought harm to anyone yet. I would have long dealt with you if that was the case." You'd say his voice is colder than the temperature in this room, because the glare and tone of his voice make the hairs on your arms stick up. He really just threatened your life. Luckily, he doesn't know what you "did" to Kaeya, even if he was the one who BASICALLY brought it upon himself. Speaking of which, he likely has discovered your disappearance by now. You didn't necessarily want to leave just yet. You wanted to talk to him more, gain his trust, and potentially have him help you figure out what was happening while he keeps smiling at you and kissing your hand and-

Ah. You missed him. He was your first in-game main, after all.

But your attention is forcefully brought back to the (literal) redhead in front of you when he points his greatsword at your head. Not a moment of peace, is there?

If looks could kill, you would be back at an archon statue. "Who are you? Where did you come from? As you surely aren't from Mondstant." He crosses his arms and huffs."Aren't you tired of pretending? You are not THEM. You shouldn't disgrace their name by taking on their features and pretending you woke up in the middle of a field, and making strangers (he himself) save you and bring you to safety?" He snarls, clearly done with what he thinks is bullshit.

But now you're just more than ever confused. "Faking what exactly? I'm aware my eyes are an odd color of gold, but I do not know when or how they became like that either! I'm innocent!" With your life seemingly being on the line, you feel no need to lie. "I.. I had died, okay? Then, when I woke up, I was in the forest. I know it sounds fake, but-" "Fake is one way to put it." His sword comes closer to your neck, and suddenly, your heart drops. You feel real fear and danger, like you're about to get hurt. Just as you finish that thought, the greatsword close to your neck seems to be shaking. Your eyes trail back up to its holder, and he suddenly seems to be struggling, trembling. Specifically, his arm. And just like that, the sword has fallen onto the ground while Diluc clutches his arm and seems to be in great pain.

"A-Augh..." He mutters, his knee hitting the floor as the pain seems to be increasing. "Damn it, Archons.." Even though he was potentially going to kill you earlier, you didn't like seeing one of the characters you admired in so much pain. And taking into account that something similar happened when Kaeya hurt you, you had a feeling of why this was happening to them.

After all, you were out of this world. Who would dare bring harm to you?

The ropes at your wrists were frozen, and with the strength you're sure you originally never had, you were able to break the rope apart, crushing it as you freed yourself and stood up, getting close to Diluc before crouching down in front of him. He was still in clear pain, but still conscious as he tried scooting away from you, wary. Fearful, perhaps? Couldn't blame the guy. But deciding to offer some grace, you grab the shaking hand with your own and hold it close to your body. Much to your thought process, he seems to calm down completely almost immediately.

Much to your dismay, not mentally.

He was still breathing hard, still glaring at you like you were some unknown entity. Which was true to some extent. But at the end of the day, you're still human, which is why you're helping him.

But alas, now you regret helping out your prosecutor.

As soon as he gathers enough strength, he gets on top of you and pins you to the ground, your wrists bound once again by one of his huge hands. He's smart about how he's doing it, because you don't feel any pain, and are only being restrained.

"I'm taking you back to the city immediately. There you'll be placed in jail, put on trial, and charge for fraud and impersonating their majesty."

*Who exactly? That might give you a clue and idea about what is going on here and how you got here. But you're not getting any information while being locked up against your will and serving jail time for a crime you did not intend to commit! It's easier to play dumb and act like someone you are not, AKA someone safe to play. "Sir Diluc, I am just a simple traveler!" You scream while your head is being (gently, somehow) pressed against the floorboards. "I'm on my way to Liyue to start a farm and live quietl-"

He has the audacity to cover your mouth. "Anything you can now can and will be used against you."

Now this is just lovely. There aren't any chances of you getting the books and information you need to know more about your situation in jail. This isn't fair. Did the universe really send you here to fail miserably at your second shot at life? You were ready, you were excited. If you were back at Kaeya's home exploring his library, if only you were back with him, instead of this strawberry ponytailed red man on top of you-!

Pow! Hissssssss........

You only blinked for a moment, really. And Diluc is frozen against the wall inside a giant ice cube. You look towards the door to see Kaeya standing there, breathing heavily as if he's out of breath and has been looking for you everywhere, with a face of pure satisfaction now that he's found (and saved?) you.

"Sweetheart, it's not nice to leave someone's place without saying goodbye~. And by the looks of it, I bet you regret coming here instead." He had the guts to tease you right now, even though he's the one who looks so much like a mess. But whatever. It doesn't look like you're going to jail tonight. But might as well be tomorrow if you don't get up and out of here stat.

Kaeya makes his way over to you and helps you up, looking at you in such a way that would make anyone doubt you had ever injured him. "I'm not letting Diluc take what's mine, and I haven't even had any fun with you yet. You ran too soon." You're sure he doesn't mean that in an inappropriate way, but it makes heat rise up in your face anyway. He chuckles, looking at you, and can't help but look smug.

Not paying heed to that right now, you're able to think back on what just happened. You used cryo. You don't have a cryo vision. How? It's going to be useful and help you out in the world, but knowing where it came from and what you can do with it would relieve you even more.

Both of you, unfortunately, were moving too slow, and before you even realized it, Diluc had unthawed himself and was back on his feet, grabbing onto your arm on the opposite side of your body to Kaeya.

"I do not appreciate you turning me into an ice block, Kaeya. I'm turning her in and suggest you remain out of my way."

A/N:

Guess who's back? 1 year and four months… I'm so sorry, argh. Life got busy and I lost motivation but I promised I wouldn't leave a story unfinished! I wrote this at 1 am all in one sitting lol. I'm happy to start writing again~. Love you all and I appreciate you waiting. (^3(^o^*)!

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The ominous machine fills you with dread, as your captors lead you into the interrogation room.

As they intricately and securely fasten you to it, in a position that makes you feel tremendously vulnerable, they explain.

You must clamp the strange gag in your mouth tightly, to prevent water flowing from the tank above you. This tank is a counterweight, keeping you from sliding backwards.

You see, behind you are two electrical contacts positioned to make contact with the soles of your feet. There are many, many nerve endings in your soles... a few minutes of the pulsing, crackling current has been enough to break many, MANY hundreds of prisoners like you. Not one woman has been able to keep her mouth shut during her tortures on this device...

They apply electrogel to your soles, and you squirm imperceptibly (the restraints are very tight) as they intentionally tickle your toes.

Ironically, keeping your mouth shut is all you have to do to avoid the torment. Well, the electrical one...

You grimly bite down on the gag. You'll never talk, you tell yourself.

You did not, however, reckon on them continuing to tickle you. Skilled hands, armed with unbelievably ticklish tools, explore every inch of your helpless legs and feet. You realise the purpose, and attempt desperately to maintain pressure on the gag, laughing through clenched teeth... but you feel your teeth slip, and hear running water multiple times.