Following orders was not one of your strong suits. Especially when you didn’t think the order was something you should do. You were new to ‘Peacemaker’s’ team and if there was anything you had learned it was that he was anything but peaceful. He always went through with a mission, no matter what. He would do anything to “keep the peace.”

You learned that the hard way.

It was on a mission where his team was sent to kill a foreign politician that was contracting mercenaries to take out competition. Your job was to plant bombs in the building and detonate them. Everything was going well and you waited for your target to get to the right spot.

“Alright, Y/L/N, hit it.” Chris ordered through your earpiece. You looked at the window through your binoculars once more and you were about to hit the trigger before you noticed your target picking up a little girl and twirling her around. His daughter, no doubt.

“Wait- Peacemaker- there’s a little girl in there.” You stated. “I don’t care. Hit it.” He commanded. “No, I can’t kill an innocent little girl.” You protested. “Do you want me to fire you?” He asked. You thought about it as you watched the two inside the building laugh and play. Instead of hitting the button, you put down the trigger and stepped on it. “I’m not killing a child, Chris.”

There was nothing but silence on the other line and you left your vantage point. When you got down from the roof, you headed to the plane, waiting for the others to return. While you waited, you heard a large explosion. You sighed, knowing that he found a way to do it anyways. When they all showed up, you all got into the plane and flew home. The whole plane ride back was spent with Chris glaring at you. You shifted under his gaze. His eyes looked dark, menacing.

A few hours later and you made it back and you got changed in the locker room. On your way out, you were surprised to run directly into Christopher. “Go ahead, fire me.” You said, rolling your eyes. “Oh no, I’ve got something much more punishing in mind for you.” He stated, stepping closer towards you. You took a step back, bumping into the door. You scoffed. “What? Scut work?”

“I’ll teach you not to disobey my orders.” He stated before placing a hand around your throat. He used his grasp to push you back into the locker room. You clawed at his hand, trying to get him off of you, trying to breathe, but he only held tighter.

He shoved you up against the locker, the locks pushing into your back. “No one disobeys me, you understand?” He asked, loosening his grip around your neck slightly. “Okay- okay! I understand! Let go of-” Your yells were cut off by Chris planting a forceful kiss upon your lips. It was aggressive and full of anger.

“What the fuck?” You yelled once he pulled away. He didn’t say anything, he only forced you onto your knees. You tried to fight him, you really did, but once he realized you weren’t going to calm down anytime soon, he pulled a gun out from its hollister and aimed it at your head. “Stay on your knees.” He demanded.

Tears streamed down your face as you closed your eyes and sobbed. This had to be a dream. There was no way this was real. It couldn’t be.

You felt the cold metal of the handgun against your cheek. “Good job.” He praised as he patted the gun against your cheek. “Now open your mouth.” He ordered and you did as you were told. You heard him groan as he shoved the gun into your mouth. “Now suck.” He demanded. Reluctantly, you wrapped your lips around the gun and began to suck on it. “Oh come on, you can do better than that, can’t you Y/L/N? Just like you suck cock.” He explained. You still didn’t know exactly what to do and your hesitation made Chris bored.

So he grabbed your head with his other hand and began forcing your head to move. He methodically moved the gun with his other hand. Chris continued to force fuck your mouth with the gun for what felt like forever.

You felt relief once he took the gun out of your mouth and prayed that this was over. “Oh I was just getting you ready. Don’t think you’re done now.” He stated. “Please, let me go. I won’t tell anyone-” Chris shushed you before placing the gun against your temple. “None of that now. Undo my pants.” He ordered. With shaky hands, you reached up to undo his belt buckle. You prayed to every god out there that someone helped you. That you wouldn’t have to go through this inevitability.

You thought about screaming, about making a run for it. But the gun being cocked back quieted those thoughts and you pulled out Chris’ cock. “Good.. Good.. Now you know what to do next, don’t you?” You nodded at his question and took his dick into your hand. You hoped and prayed that you would forget about this, that you’d have some sort of accident that made you lose your memory of this night. You didn’t want to do this. But you didn’t want to die.

Tears fell down your face as you took him into your mouth. You hesitantly moved your head back and forth, only taking about half of him into your mouth. “Don’t hold back on me, whore. I know you can take it all.” And without giving you a chance to, Chris used his hands to force your head all the way down to the base of his cock. Your nose touched his pelvis and you began gagging.

He lifted you off just enough for you to catch your breath before shoving you back down once more. Chris was beginning to get impatient and he picked up his speed, relentlessly face fucking you. You continued to gag around him and tried to push off of him to catch your breath but he wasn’t having it. He slapped your face and continued his aggressive movements.

“Stop fighting it. Breathe through your nose.” He said, hips thrusting back and forth. You could tell he was getting close when his movements began to become strained. He thrusted into your mouth for one last time before cumming deep down your throat. “Swallow it all or I'll shoot you right here and now.” He stated, pulling out of you. You did as you were told, the salty taste still lingering in your mouth. Chris fixed himself up before forcing you to stand. “Don’t disobey me again. Unless you want something else to happen.” He challenged. “And don’t even think about telling anyone. Unless you want your life to be ruined for making false accusations against Peacemaker.” He stated, a sly smile written across his face. More tears fell down your face as he planted a quick kiss on your lips. “I’ll see you in our next meeting. Don’t be late.” He said, leaving.

You slide down to the ground, wrapping your arms around your knees as you sobbed. How were you going to get yourself out of this one..?

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Keep running…

Keep running…

The only thought in your head right now was to continue running. You ran through the crowds, ducking through alleyways and in-between crowds, pushing people out of your way.

Your breathing was quick but you couldn’t stop. Though you did not dare look back, you could feel him gaining on you. You were fast, but he was faster. You thought running through crowds would slow him down but he merely knocked them over, not bothering to see if they were hurt or not.

You managed to climb your way on the roofs of the buildings surrounding you and ran across them. Your parkour skills were fine and you thought that the change would put him off, allowing you some distance.

As you continued running, jumping from building to building, you felt his presence lessen and you ducked behind an AC unit, catching your breath. You searched your surroundings for any sign of him and sighed with relief when you didn’t find him anywhere.

You stood, leaning up against the AC in order to steady your breathing. You were about to push yourself off of it when you heard someone jump on the AC unit. You looked up in horror. It was him; Peacemaker.

Before you could run, he jumped down in front of you and blocked your path. “You’re a slippery one, aren’t you?” He said, aiming his gun at you.  “Don’t kill me! If you let me go, I won’t say anything- I promise!” He tilted his head and cocked his gun. “If I kill you, you won’t say anything anyway.” At this point, you were desperate. You know you didn’t stand a chance in a fight against him.

“Please! I have money! I’ll tell you everything I know! Just don’t kill me.” You got on your knees and begged in front of him, pleading for your life. Peacemaker tilted his head, a smirk flashing across his face as he stalked closer to you. He placed one of his hands at the base of your neck while the other placed the barrel of the gun under your chin.

“Since I’m killing you anyways, I might as well have some fun.” Your eyes widened and tears ran down your face as he forced a kiss onto you. It was full of hunger and rage. He pulled away, leaving you gasping for air.

He stood back up, unbuckling his pants. “What are- what are you doing?” You asked and he only smirked again. “Let’s put that mouth to better use.”

You thought about running but the gun trained on you hushed your thoughts. “Don’t do this. Please-” You pleas fell onto deaf ears as he pulled out his large dick from its clothed prison. Once again placing his gun against your chin, he placed the tip on your bottom lip. “Suck.” He demanded. Hesitantly, you opened your mouth.

Any fate was better than death, right?

Without warning he shoved his cock into your mouth, not stopping till your nose touched his pelvis. He groaned, tilting his head back. You struggled to breath as he began to fuck your mouth relentlessly.

He kept at his pace, only sometimes stopping to shove himself all the way down your throat, causing you to hit your hands on his thighs. However, he ignored you and continued to hold himself there. “Fuck- Your mouth is much better suited for this.”

Eventually, he’d pick back up his pace and fuck even faster and deeper down your throat, chasing his release. With a loud groan, he shoved himself all the way down your through and released his load. “Swallow it.” He said before pulling out.

You swallowed all of what you could, scared of what he would do if you didn’t, and collapsed with exhaustion. “I think I’ll keep you around. You’re gonna be my little fuck toy. How’s that sound, hmm?” He said, putting his pants back on properly. 

“Please- don’t-” You croaked out as he picked you up and threw you onto his shoulder. “I thought you didn’t want me to kill you. Well, you got what you wanted, didn’t you?”

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