The sidekick, the hero’s right hand man, is loyal and diligent.
If only they didn’t have a massive kink for being tied up and interrogated by the villain.
— Prompt written by @vigilantetendencies.
“Anything else, boss?” the villain’s henchmen were already done tying the hero’s sidekick up on the chair, ensuring the restrains were tight enough to prevent any attempts of escape.
“No, I’ll take it from here. You can leave now.” the villain declared, waving a dismissive hand to the henchmen as they marched out of the room and closed the door behind them, leaving the sidekick alone with the villain now.
“So,” the villain started, sauntering towards the table and sitting on the chair in front of the sidekick. “You’re finally here. All alone. Away from that pesky little hero of yours now.”
The sidekick’s expression was even, trying their best to stay cool and ignore their heart thumping with excitement in their chest at the very thought of being interrogated by the villain, all tied up.
They hadn’t expected to be easily caught like this without forknowledge. They were usually the vigilant and tactical type, so knowing those kinds of prospects beforehand and making a well-thought plan to ward them off was their flair.
But right now? That seemed to be an exception. And they hated how much they hoped for this day to come.
“I finally managed to capture you after countless of times trying and failing when I was so close to.” the villain mused, crossing their arms as they assessed the sidekick carefully, looking them up and down. It sent a shiver up the sidekick’s spine. “Though, I must admit that it was quite the challenge, you know. You are quite the trickster.”
“Guess this is your lucky day then.” the sidekick deadpanned, looking bored.
“Indeed.” the villain leaned in, tapping their finger on the table, “I saw you back then at the battlefield. You were quite impressive. Your performance was extraordinary; your swiftness, your intelligence, your diligence. No wonder that little hero chose you to be by their side.” the villain sighed, “If only your skills were put to good use. You would be perfect on the right side.”
“In your dreams, swine.” the sidekick bristled, “I’ll never be on your side.”
The villain chuckled, sitting up from their seat and looming over the sidekick. They watched as the villain hovered over them and yelped when the villain abruptly yanked them by their shirt collar, focing them to look at them. “Don’t be so sure of yourself, darling. Who knows? Maybe your loyalty might fail you too, just like how your whatchfulness failed you today.” their breath was hot against the sidekick’s ear.
The sidekick’s heart hammered, feeling their face heat up at the sudden contact. They hoped the villain didn’t see their blush.
The villain noticed the sidekick drop their cold and aloof mien, noticed how their eyes dilated in the dim room.
And for the first time, a smirk crept itself onto the villain’s face. “Ah, I see.”
The villain’s thin fingers that held the sidekick’s collar wiggled slightly, their eyes narrowed.
“You like being tied up and interrogated, don’t you, darling?” the villain murmured, their other hand caressing the sidekick’s scarred jaw.
The sidekick flinched at the touch. Uncharacteristically, they didn’t look like they knew what to do in this situation. They’ve fought armies of enemies before, came up with solutions for complicated cases, made up perfect plans to infiltrate places, sneaked past well-trained guards, dismantled security systems and whatnot. They were a strategist. The hero always relied on them to accomplish missions.
They were the hero’s diligent and loyal sidekick, the hero’s second-in-command. They would never let anything make their loyalty waver.
They always had the upper hand in every situation.
Here they were, submitting to the villain, to their touch, to their tempting voice.
It occurred to them a second too late to jerk their head away from the villain’s hands and muster their professional and untouchable expression back again after it broke.
“Defiant, I see.” the villain said. “I like it. You’re trying to make yourself look like you’re in control, aren’t you?”
The sidekick snarled at them.
“You were always so diligent, so objective, so hard-working. You always managed to fool your enemies. You always managed to find ways to get away from my reach. But right now, you’re just a little helpless sidekick. Defenceless, in distress, hopeless. You can’t save yourself from me this time.” the villain’s smirk broadened, “In fact, you’re definitely enjoying it right now, I’m sure, that you don’t even want to bother come up with some plan to trick me.”
The sidekick’s face was beet red, their eyebrows twitching, fighting their emotions.
The sidekick hated themself for feeling this way. They hated how their emotions spiralled and swayed, whenever the villain hovered over them like that.
And worst of all they couldn’t deny the villain’s words. Just like they said; they didn’t bother trying to free themself from their restrains. They didn’t bother coming up with a good plan to escape, like they usually did. They did love it when the villain tied them up and interrogated them like this. It was phenomenal. It was exciting.
The villain giggled, utterly amused, and let go of the sidekick. They retreated back to their seat, propping their chin on their hand.
“So, chall we begin with the hero’s location?”
It was only the beginning.
