#onlyoneof mill

Genre: angst, smut, 02% of fluff, mafia au, not really smut but if you don’t like smut def don’t read this

CW: waterboarding, you get the moowin beat outta you, mill slaps you, nonconsensual kissing, forced touching, near sexual harassment/ sa, cursing, use of the word ‘bitch’ and ‘whore’ blood, murder (Ima get my head torn off and put on a stake for this) DO NOT READ IF THIS STUFF ISNT FOR YOU PLEASE

Length: 1k+

Summary: na

Pairings: mill x female reader

A/N: HAHAHAHAAHAHA HELLO. It me! I did a thing. Another experiment in my writing cause I wanted to attempt at writing mafia things. Please don’t scorch me alive. I put warnings and tags with warnings and so please please please do not read it if you aren’t not into it or if you can’t handle any of these situations. This is probably the first writing where I’m kinda nervy to post ha! But just like my last writing experiment I’m doing it anyway. If you still read it and complain despite my warnings and all that jazz that’s your problem. I’m putting as many tags as I can find and think of to hopefully not get so much whatever will come my way after I post this. Btw I put smut because um, my thinking is if people don’t like smut in general they won’t see or read this so we’ll see. 🦬

Your head was shoved into the bucket of ice water your hands tied behind your back. You were flailing and trying to fight the hand that held you under but he was too strong. The water felt like it was stuck to your face as if your head was stuck in an ice berg. The hand that held you under now yanked you out fast by your hair and held you against the body it belonged to. You gasped for air your lungs felt they were being pumped full of ice water.

“I’ll ask again, where is the location?” The voice growled in your ear. You couldn’t really see after the mystery man beat you to almost a pulp. You knew your lip was cut and bleeding, your sight was blurry as your eyelids were puffy and bruised, your face probably looked like a plum and Mill would probably think you were some crack whore off the street if he found you. If. You knew he was looking for you cause you called him frantically before the man broke your cellphone and started throwing punches. Your stomach and ribs were in pain and you were sure your wrists would be all bruised and scratched up for the next month. From what you could see, you were in a dimly lit room. The floor was hard and cold so you assumed it was concrete. There was a bucket, well more like a wash basin in the middle of the room. Your body was exhausted and you couldn’t bring yourself to answer the man. You wished he would hurry up and kill you but it looks like he’d rather just torture you instead.

You screamed as you felt the blade of his knife cut across the skin of your bare thigh again. “Answer me!” He yelled shaking your entire body with his arm only holding your hair. You cried out for the umpteenth time that night. Or was it day? You didn’t know. It was surely night by now but how long have you been in here. The room smelled musty and old and there was another smell too, one that burned your nose and sent small needle like pricks to your tear ducts. The man sighed again growing more annoyed and impatient. You felt him slam his lips into yours trying to fight his way into your mouth. Still holding your hair you couldn’t really move but you tried your best to make any kind of noise you could, even if it came out mumbled. Tears pricked at your tear ducts as you felt his grimy hands push his way in between your thighs.

He was distracting you so he could stick his disgusting meat slab down your throat. You bite his tongue and he pulled back cursing. With no moment to think he slapped you right across the face causing a loud ringing to go off in your ear. “Where’s the fucking location you stupid bitch?!” He spit in your face. “I told you I don’t know! Let me go!” You screamed turning your body to attempt a get away. Of course how could you escape, your hands were quite literally tied and you could barely see not to mention you had no idea where you were. Another yank as the man grabs your hair and shoved your head once more into the ice cold water. You open your mouth and scream and scream. Above the water you hear the door to the room open and footsteps. It sounded like a lot but your mind was so jumbled maybe you were imagining it. You feel the hand come off the back of your head followed by shuffling of feet and grunting. Then a single gun shot and you freeze, your head still under water.

For the last time a hand pulls you up out of the water but not by your hair. This time it’s two hands joined on your shoulders and surprise and relief spring to life on your body when you recognize the blurry yet familiar face of Mill. You straight up sob as he cuts the ropes around your wrists. You reach for him from your place on the ground expecting him to pull you into his arms but instead you get a hard smack across the face. Not as hard as the mystery man but enough to bring on more tears. Your body that is now out of the chilly water registers that your are naked and cold so you shiver.

“Why didn’t you listen to me when I told you to stay where you were. You know how dangerous it is out there. I could’ve lost you how could you be so stupid?!” Mill’s raised voice has you a little scared. You continued to cry and shake. You felt worse then you looked if that was even possible. Mill was right like always and you were an idiot for trying to find the hideout and you were even more of an idiot for thinking Mill would always be there to save you. You could’ve died and who knows what Mill would’ve done.

“I-I’m sorry Mill, I-I.” Mill raises his hand and you stop for fear he would hit you again. To your relief he gently cups your face in his hands. “You look horrible my love. His thumb swipes a tear from your cheek. He stands up and takes of his jacket before helping you to your feet. You watch through blurry, teary eyed vision as Mill looks at the damage the man did to your body. He sighs and wraps his jacket around your fragile body. You feel like you should say something and perhaps it was a mistake that you did. “J-Junji told me to come to the square..h-he said.” You stopped talking when Mill’s grip around your shoulder tensed.