#witchyrps

Haru and Shinji were two low ranking soldiers of the town. Their days were spent guarding the gate and drinking at night. They were lucky enough to be at a favorite tavern of theirs this evening when a performer would take the stage. A young songstress who seemed to capture their eyes as well as their ears during her performance. Perhaps it was just their drinks that were lowering their inhibitions but they let her perform the entire act before noting how she had slinked off the stage. The two men covered their tab before leaving the establishment. Quickly making their way around the building in hopes of finding her in the back alley of the tavern. It was late at night, the streets were mostly cleared aside from the occasional odd passerby.

Shinji spotted her walking along the cobblestone path. Racing after her before she’d even notice the admirers. “Hey! Miss!” Shinji spoke out as they caught up with her. The two men were still in their uniforms, taking deep breaths after catching up to her. Haru taking the first chance he could to speak. “We just saw you singing at the tavern and you have a really nice voice. We were wondering if we could walk you home.” Each man slowly stepped to either side of her. Under the guise of walking her home they had full intentions of coming inside with her and seeing how far the night would take them. 

Hours? Days? Weeks? 

Naeun wasn’t sure how long it had been since large hands, with strength and the intent of hurting, had pressed a needle into the thin skin of her neck when she had been on her way back to the motel from the store. Time and space were lost on her for she was constantly blindfolded, even when she was left to wait in a room devoid of literally anything. Her constant companion had become the soreness in her muscles from being pulled right and left in what she imagined to be hallways and different rooms. It also was the bruises and cuts; new ones replacing fading ones at an alarming pace. 

They knew who she was, robotic voices had warned her. They knew of her hacking skills and how she had been the one to humiliate wealthy old men who thought that corruption and threats were the best way to nurture their companies. They wanted her to use those same skills to overtake the governmentㅡ weren’t those people all the same anyway? Using money to reach the wanted end. However, if there was something positive to take out of this situation, it was Naeun finding out how stubborn she actually was and that she was perfectly capable of resisting, no matter what kind of torture they were using on her body. Better later than never, she guessed. 

This job hadn’t been ideal, going undercover to try and stop Trevor Philips. In theory, it should have been relatively easy, but as Matt had spent time with the man and his cronies, he had become friends with Trevor’s daughter. She was a sweet young woman and one who he knew could be so much more than what she had found herself doing. Intelligent, witty, determined, she had the capability to do anything she wanted, but she was stuck there. As they hung out, the truth about his real identity had come out and he had promised to help her find a new life, feeling that he had an additional task at hand. But when push came to shove, she was still Trevor Philips’ daughter and now his secret was out.

Haru and Shinji were two low ranking soldiers of the town. Their days were spent guarding the gate and drinking at night. They were lucky enough to be at a favorite tavern of theirs this evening when a performer would take the stage. A young songstress who seemed to capture their eyes as well as their ears during her performance. Perhaps it was just their drinks that were lowering their inhibitions but they let her perform the entire act before noting how she had slinked off the stage. The two men covered their tab before leaving the establishment. Quickly making their way around the building in hopes of finding her in the back alley of the tavern. It was late at night, the streets were mostly cleared aside from the occasional odd passerby.

Shinji spotted her walking along the cobblestone path. Racing after her before she’d even notice the admirers. “Hey! Miss!” Shinji spoke out as they caught up with her. The two men were still in their uniforms, taking deep breaths after catching up to her. Haru taking the first chance he could to speak. “We just saw you singing at the tavern and you have a really nice voice. We were wondering if we could walk you home.” Each man slowly stepped to either side of her. Under the guise of walking her home they had full intentions of coming inside with her and seeing how far the night would take them.