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Darkened Desires

Prologue and Chapter 1: The sun || Chapter 2: The moon || Chapter 3: The moon || Chapter 4: The sun || Chapter 5: The sun || Chapter 6: The moon || Chapter 7: The moon || Chapter 8: The sun || Chapter 9: The sun || Chapter 10: The outsider || Chapter 11: The moon

Pairings: Mafia!Scaramouche × Barista!Reader

Word count: 2,512

Tw: praise kink, degradation, kidnapping, tourture, dub/non-con, forced breeding, dismembering, gore, deaths, age-gap, corruption, use of force, trauma, use of drugs, stalking, mentions of human trafficking on the near chapters, slowburn.

Warning: This fanfiction may contain kidnapping, torture, dub/non-con, forced breeding, dismembering, age-gap, corruption, vigilante Scaramouche, use of force, trauma, use of drugs, stalking, and more. This fiction will continue grow darker as chapters goes by.

Your mental health matters.

CHAPTER 12:

THE SUN

I look in the mirror, seeing my reflection as Ajax maids were assign to dress up for something appropriate to meet the one they called ‘The Tsaritsa’.

“Do I really look like her late-daughter?” I asked Scara, who’s been pacing around the room then sitting down the soft couch, he shrugged and looks at me, “that’s what Ajax told me.”

I nod in acknowledgement and look back at my reflection, the maid pinning and clipping something in my hair, my hair styled in a bun—curls from each side of my face and a ribbon clipped into my bun.

“finished!” the maid yelled, I stood and twirl around to see the whole picture of myself, I look like an entirely different person now. I couldn’t recognize myself, all I think was I’m just a lady behind the café counter serving customers but never thought an expensive outfit would really fit me.

“you look gorgeous.”

“Thank you.” I gave a twirl and a little bow in front of him, he smiled and I could feel him eye me from head to heels, he stood and put his hands on my waist—pulling me close and bury his nose against the crook of my neck as I feel him inhale my perfume scent. “Smells like tulips…” he mutter and lean back, making our forehead touch.

I try to shove him off of me, he chuckled, “oh, darling. After all these times—you are still resisting.” He snatched my wrist and pull them around his neck—nuzzling his nose to mine.

“Off.” I utter, trying to wiggle my way out of his grasp.

I heard a snicker from the door, I turn my head to my side and see Ajax leaning against the doorframe and taking pictures of us. “All done being a lovey-dovey to each other that you’re now practically going to smooch each other?” Ajax asked, Scara flip him off by giving the ginger haired boy a fuck you finger while his other hand remain on my waist.

“We should leave now, don’t want Her Majesty to wait.” Ajax suggested and gave a chuckle at what Scara’s doing, “after this, I’m taking her home.”

Ajax gave it a thought and maintain a smile and his eye contact to Scara, “that would be the Tsaritsa’s decision, not yours partner.” Scara rolled his eyes then pulled himself away, snatching my hand to his and dragging me away from Ajax and away from the room.

“The sooner we go, the better.” He mutter as we got to one of Ajax car, he open the door for me to step inside—closing the door as he circle around for the other to get himself in, I saw Ajax jogging his way here. He was chuckling and laughing at himself. He turn to the passenger seat, got in and made himself comfortable.

“I hope you’re not too nervous to meet Her Majesty,” Ajax smiled at me when he turns to look at me—giving me one of his warm smile, Scara rolled his eyes as I nodded at him. “She’s a lovely person, you’ll get to know her in time.” And with that, the car took off with me, Scara and Ajax in the same black car.

I could only calm my nerves, smile and not think for the worst.

I glance at Scara leaning his head against the car window, softly shutting his eyes to rest.

I could only swallow my saliva and just go with the flow, if she really is the most powerful mafia that has more resources—then she’s the kind of person who you don’t wanna mess with.

I was nodding off from my seat, someone’s tapping my arm as a voice that is soft and calm try to pry me awake. “Sunshine… Up… wake up…” the voice started to become more clear as I flutter my eyes open, I yawn and stretched my limbs in the seat. Focusing my vision as I look at my surroundings,

I see before us is gate, slowly opening as if we’re in a grand ball. I see little pretty flowers: Tulips, roses, lavenders, and more. The house was ginormous and old fashioned luxury. I was jolted awake from the sound of Ajax tone of voice, “you ready?!” he yelled, mix with enthusiasm and nervousness—as if he’s trying to calm his own nerves down.

But I admired the Tsaritsa’s front garden, pretty little tulips had been growing healthy and beautiful.

Ajax said that the Tsaritsa is as equally as beautiful as her garden, well—considering how fancy this woman’s name is, she’s might be as pretty as Ajax said. Heck, probably even prettier than the garden itself.

I was nervous, Scara noticed that I’m uncontrollably tapping my heels inside the car, his hand touch my thigh—caressing my skin with his thumb and giving me an assuring look, he didn’t said anything. Probably because words wouldn’t work this time, so physical touch and assuring glare is all that he has… For now.

I was spacing out, I didn’t noticed that he retreat his hand—got out of the car and got to my door to open it for me, he called out my name, “let’s stay out here and enter when you’re ready.” I smiled at him, I don’t usually give him a friendly gesture since he’s my stalker and not only that—he’s a mafia.

Taking a couple of deep breaths, I look at Scara then look at the distance where Ajax is idly waiting at the house front door, he notice me and smiled. “I’m okay, and let’s go.” Scara smiled and held his hand mid air for me to take, I took it as he guide me slowly at the house where Ajax is standing. As if we’re in the altar and Ajax is the priest to pronounce us as husband and wife.

What are you thinking?

“Ready?” Ajax asked.

I nodded and took a deep breath, “ready.”

“She’s a lovely lady, don’t worry.” Ajax assured and have the guards of the front door open the door for us.

“Yeah, lovely. The more I don’t trust her.” I heard Scara mutter under his breath, it made me chuckle at how much against he is to this but still proceed to do so, because of guilt is it?

We enter, look around as my jaw almost drop when I saw the insides of this ginormous mansion—she’s giving old money fashion, many vintage stuff here and there and there. There’s also a lot of portraits hanging from wall to wall.

I was too distracted admiring the décor of the house that I bumped into Scaras back. I let out a small ‘oof’ sound, I look over his shoulder and see a slender but tall woman, probably three or four taller than Scara and I. She was smiling faintly, as if she wasted her enegery for a single smile, she was facing Ajax.

I didn’t quite hear what they’re talking, Scaras shielding me using himself—he didn’t even looked at me. But has his focus on the woman and the ginger haired, I could only stay in my ground and not make a move until I’m told to do so—it’s better to play it safe in this house than be sorry.

“Where is she?” The lady had a smile to her face, not wide but enough to see the white of her teeth, Scara seems to stay his ground—refusing to walk nor even flinch. He was shielding me, did he not want the Tsaritsa to see me when he got all the trouble to doll me up and accompany me here?

The lady was moving her head from her left and right then back at Ajax, I push Scara to move the both of us closer so I can hear what they’re saying.

“Calm down, Your Majesty.” Ajax smiles, trying to calm the excited but also stressed woman, she’s clearly stress and been down lately.

“She’s right here.” Ajax point, the lady looked as her eyes met mine, “oh my god…” her voice squeal and rushes at me—making Scara jolt and move away for a bit.

“So pretty,” she keeps complimenting as I keep mumbling thank yous and you too to her. “You’re so… Little.” She pat my head like I’m a little pup,

Her smile felt warm, she’s a few inch taller than me. It made me look like a little kid in her perspective, “come dear, let me give you a personal tour to the mansion.” She offered, gently guiding out the door as I look back at Ajax and Scara, Ajax was waving at me while having his free hand hovering over to Scara’s shoulder as his expression tells annoyance.

I follow along side the Tsaritsa as she tour me around her home, there was a lot of room to remember just to make sure that I don’t get lost. She told me a story that she has a daughter that exactly look just like me but older and mature. We’d go to room to room, not going to lie—her house is so fucking big to the point I’m getting motion sick.

I watch the garden outside as I let her play with my hair as I sat on the soft cushion on the ground as I watch butterflies flee and flowers being watered, I don’t know why I’m letting her do this to me but maybe because I felt bad for her.

Hours passed and the lady is still taking me around, only when my stomach grumble is where she started preparing dishes as if her daughter never actually died…

I sat down quietly with Scara and Ajax on my side while the Tsaritsa is right across us. The lady was happily chatting her heart away as Ajax lean to whisper in my ear, “you brought a smile at Her Majesty’s face today. Thank you.” he hums and went back eating his dish while letting the Tsaritsa ramble interesting things about her.

We were having a good time actually, I love how the steak was cook and seasoned, it was like a life in luxury.

Scara took a few bites and nod to what the lady is saying, until it grown quiet—a man approach the Tsaritsa and whisper something. The lady nod and settle her utensils down and stood up, “thank you for keeping me company this afternoon. I truly appreciate it.” She smiled, tuck her coat up and took her purse.

We got up and bow our head down as Ajax said a gesture of respect to the Tsaritsa, she circle around the table and stop before me—her hands reach to caress both of my cheeks as she lean down to my height to hug me, her fingertips glides along my back as I try returning the hug—I swear I felt a warm tear drop off from my shoulder, “thank you.” She whispered and walked away.

Smash—

Someone broke the glass, the shattering was heard from another room. “We must get Her Majesty to safety!” one of the guards yelled, as the others charge and started shooting.

I don’t like the sound of the gun being triggered, it was too loud. Thankfully Scara covered me with his tux and ran me with the Tsaritsa—the lady grabbed me and ran with me, “Scara!” I yelled, “get to safety, I’ll meet you there.” He yelled and took out his gun and started shooting.

We ran and ran, I began to get dizzy and my breathing hyperventilating. Tears streaming down my cheeks as I felt overwhelm and too scared to even move, the lady came into a halt and hushes me like I’m a child. But she’s right, I feel like a child in this situations rather than being a grown adult. But hearing shots isn’t something that my heart could take, it's just too much.

You got to keep yourself together.

I try to distract myself with my thoughts, my hands started shaking as I feel like my ears were going to ring. A hand reached out to my trembling hands, wrapping them between her hands—the lady coo and hushes me, “hey, angel.” She called and brought me close to her, “It’s ok, I’m here.”

We got in a room where we’re away from the shooting, the Tsaritsa guide me to something soft to sit on. I took a few deep breaths and finally calmed down, although I’m deeply worried for Scara and Ajax out there.

“What’s happening?”

“It seems like an intruder broke in.”

I nod and look down at my trembling hands, the lady clasp it with hers and caress my hand with her thumb, “it’s okay, knowing them—they’ll be fine.” The lady assures and stood up, “I’ll make sure to find you some blanket in this room, I’ll back.”

I nodded and let her do her thing while I stare off into space, I hear a clank as if something dropped in the room, “Her Majesty?” I called, turning my head from left to right. She peak her head and smiled at me, “yes dear?”

“I hear something drop in here.” I say and the lady came back with a blanket in hand and wrapped me like a little burrito, “I think you’re just paranoid, ange—” her sentences were cut off as she and I smells something funny.

Gas.

She panicked and easily carried me in her arms, as if I weight nothing. How strong are these people that they could carry a grown ass woman like me? Do I weight nothing?

She got into a room to get away from the gas and turn to me, I feel too weak and too scare to run, “Listen, the gas we just smell are sleeping gas, it has a funny smell, right?” I nod and she proceeds, “inhale enough of it and you’ll get knocked out pretty quickly.”

The lights flicker, shit.

The gas came closer until I start coughing from the smell, the Tsaritsa covered herself with a mask—always coming ready, but I don’t have one.

The lights gone out.

The door bang.

Only the light in the Tsaritsa’s phone is the only light source.

I felt a hand tug me, it was gentle at first but it became aggressive as if it’s trying to pull me away, “Scara?” I called, he didn’t answer—normally, he would always say ‘yes, sunshine?’ instead I was met with silence.

The lady put a light who was tugging me front behind, it wasn’t him. No, it wasn’t either Ajax or Scara, It was someone else, a cloth was placed firmly to cover my nose and mouth, preventing me to scream—panic sets in, I struggle and tries to fight them off of me.

“let go of her!” Tsaritsa yelled, trying to fight them off in the dark. I was losing consciousness… my eyelids felt more heavy, the only thing I knew is that someone’s taking me away.

The Tsaritsa… tries to fight but there’s too many of them…

I don’t know what to do…

My eyes shut as I blacked out yet again…

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(A/N: so sorry if it feels like this chapter is shit😭😭‼️ I'll make it up for chapter 13, I pinky-promise🥹🥹)

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narcissarina · 3 months

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Darkened Desires

Pairings: Mafia!Scaramouche × Barista!Reader

Word count: 2,279

Your mental health matters. This chapter can be triggering and suggestive.

CHAPTER 13

THE SUN

I heard rustling and mumbling of voices, my eyes still heavy but I’m awake.

My head heavy and my mouth duck taped shut, my body was position to be sitting against a pole or something since my hands were tied back. I try to open my crusty ass eyes but I’m blindfolded, nothing but pitch black, hearing two male voices only a few inches away from me.

“Are you sure about this?” the man with a raspy voice asked.

“Don’t worry, they won’t know. She’s what they’re looking for.” The other man with a light pitch voice, not deep nor raspy, he chuckled.

“It wouldn’t hurt to have fun with her, no?”

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Wyck.” The man with a raspy voice warned, “you’re no fun, Oro.” The man named Wyck, laugh.

I hiss and groan as I feel every stiff and had to move my legs up to my chest while being tied down, I could feel their gaze at me. Their steps come closer as I feel a presence towering over me, “hello there, sweetheart.” The man named Oro with a nice raspy voice spoke to me, “I’m here advancing my apology on behalf of my idiotic brother.”

“hey!” Wyck yelled, so they’re brothers? I wonder why Oro is apologizing in advance when they both kidnapped me, “I just want to say that I’m not there to kidnap you.” Oro added, as if he read my mind.

“Oh come on!” Wyck groaned, stepping closer to his brother and knelt down beside him, both towering over me. “Can’t we have fun with her? You know…” I could hear Oro ick and stiff when his brother said that, “are you mad? No, we can’t.” Oro hisses, I don’t know what expression that they have. But I could feel a hand glide against the skin of my thigh, making me shudder and kick.

“Feisty.” Wyck voice deepens as he chuckle at my kick, this fucker had a loose screw in the head, “Wyck.” Oro warned, his voice dropping and threatening, “come one! Just one round, it’s not like she’ll be less valuable when her pussy still works and used.”

I clenched my thighs together, my knee up to my chest and my ankle blocking my private part, I can’t see them but I could hear them. I could only rely on my ears for now since they won’t be taking off my blindfold.

My hands getting numb from the rope that’s been tightly tied, I squirm and try repositioning myself to a comfortable position, I hear a sigh from my right—probably Oro, “it should not have come to this.” Oro mumbled to himself but it was loud enough for me to hear.

A hand yank my head up by my scalp, I hiss from the painful grab. I could feel his hot ass breath, “I know many different ways to make a woman scream,” Wyck chuckled and tighten his grip, “either from pleasure… or pain.”

“you are so fucked up in the head.” Oro hisses, “I mean, if you don’t want to get involve, you’re free to walk out of that door.” Wyck laughs and removes his hand from my hair, caressing down from where he pulled my hair as if it ease the pain.

“I won’t leave the room if I made sure you won’t be harassing this woman right here.” Oro refers to me, obviously. What I don’t get is, why is Oro stopping his brother from harassing me?

“You play the good guy too much, brother.”

“I never wanted to get involve in the first place.”

“But you’re here now, you’re in this whether you wanted it or not.” I could hear Wyck’s menacing chuckle.

“No thanks, I rather keep my head from getting beheaded by a powerful group of mafia. You made some big enemies, Wyck.”

I just sat here on the cold ass ground, listening to their argument. My mind flashes back to the Tsaritsa, Ajax and Scara. Getting worried for them rather than my own, how was he? What happened to the Tsaritsa, where was Ajax when we need his aid?

My chest tightens as I get dizzy from all the thinking and how am I going to escape them.

My ears starts to ring, fuck—it’s too loud. Everything is loud.

I didn’t noticed that one of them left, one remain in the room with me. I manage to calm down and move my legs for some relief, I don’t know who’s left in a room with me and I’m terrified if it’s the Wyck guy, he’ll do something. Harass me or worse.

“Hey,” The guy called, his tone soft and collected, “I’m so sorry for all of this.” I didn’t respond, he click his tongue. He starts again, “just so you know, I’m against this but I have no power over my brother. He’s the only one I have, I just… can’t.” he sighs in defeat, I tilt my head to my left and crossed my legs.

“I’ll try to help you get out,” Oro whispers, “but I can’t guarantee your safety when I’m not around.” He added, I nodded—opening my mouth as I speak, “help me get home.”

It’s been a six days, or so what Oro told me. I’ve been untied and there’s only a chain on my ankle. He’s been trying to get whereabouts on how to reach the Tsaritsa and Scara, then information about this place.

I asked him that his brother picked this place and that shouldn’t he know it. Which he thought I was sarcastic, he gave me a look of judgment as he squint his eyes that day that he only sees black void.

“Well my good ass brother didn’t told me anything and most likely that I was asleep at that time when he’s driving the van or some shit.”

Although, inside those past few days. Oro and I been getting along pretty well, we share something in common—no I didn’t fell for him, why would I do that? Scara would take this mans head off if I did. Oro is like a brother I never had, he shared his sob story with me and how things got things were like this with his brother.

He still keeps me updated though, and nothing happened these past days rather than me getting fed and living here rent free (technically Wyck’s selling me to someone). I like Oro's cooking. And I still have the blinds on my eyes.

But something did happened yesterday, I was asleep. Curled up into a ball on a small blanket and another blanket over me—preventing myself to get cold, I heard screams… moans… and something sharpening.

It was a hellish nightmare, I couldn’t sleep—they sounded like a few women and little girls… I was helpless, I couldn’t do anything rather than listen and weep to their plea and cries.

“Stop!”

“I wanna go to my mommy!”

“Ick..! Please, it hurts!”

God please don’t tell me what they’re doing, I don’t want to mention it. It’ll make me sick to my stomach on what Wyck’s doing to those poor women and children. I hope Oro’s doing anything to stop this nightmare.

God.

Please, I can’t stay here much longer.

After a few flashbacks yesterday, I heard someone entering the room, “Oro?” I called, a man chuckled. “Oh, little dime. You’re actually looking for my brother?” it was Wyck, “too bad he has errands to run, you two got along pretty well. Makes me a little jelly.” I rolled my eyes behind my blindfolds, which he wouldn’t even know.

“Little dime,” he called, I could only turn my head where the direction of his voice were—because, duh! I can’t see shit, I’m blindfolded!

“Are you ready to meet your master?” those words sent shivers down my spine, I back away a little and took the blanket to cover myself up. Wyck chuckled, but remain where he stood.

I hear a few unfamiliar voice, assuming that they’re only behind this son of a bitch.

“is that her?”

“She’s a dime, this kid isn’t lying.”

“Our boss would love playing with her.”

I cringe at their words, I feel the chain in my ankle getting light tugs. I hear keys clanging and my ankles was free from that god dang chain—oh fuck, it feels so numb right now.

“Wyck?” I hear Oro called out, my head turns to the direction of the voice, the heel of his shoe is heard until he halt.

“who are these men?”

“Oh,” Wyck chuckle to himself, “these gentlemen were going to take this precious dime away and our eighteen million is secured.”

“are you serious?”

Totally serious, bro just sold me to strangers.

Oro didn’t got a say in it, I could tell that Oro’s pissed that his own brother didn’t gave him a heads-up. I still can’t take my blindfold off of me though, I felt hands touch me then threw me up on their shoulders like a sack of heavy potatoes.

“Wait!” Oro reach out and grabbed firmly to my hand as the strange men tries walking away with me on their shoulders. I could only imagine that Wyck’s twitching at his brothers attempt, “now, now dear brother.” I could hear him grit his teeth together.

“didn’t you told me that the moment she leaves, she leaves? We didn’t touch her or anything, she remains pure for her master.”

I jerk and cringe at those words, but I didn’t say anything—instead I feel something small in my hand when Oro reached out to me. I’ll see it when I’m in the car or when I’m clear to see it.

But definitely not now. Too risky.

“I know,” Oro replied, “it’s just that I’ll be sad that this little miss here and I won’t be bonding anymore.”

I tilt my head, I could feel Oro right beside my face—he whispers to a difference language, a language that I also speak of, “keep the tracker safe with you, I got something. Stay safe.”

Quick words before the tall guys shoved him and walked out the confinement where I’ve been prisoned for seven days.

They took my blindfolds off, finally my eyes could see again. I had a hard time adjusting to the light since I could only see dimly lit from the past couple of days.

I take in my surroundings, two big guys from either side of where I sit. I’m still fucking chained but this time it’s two of my wrists. The tracker in my left hand, clenched shut as the two were busy with the window. I pretend to sneeze and cover my mouth with two of my hands, putting the tracker inside my mouth and putting them aside. I just hope I don’t swallow it.

Few minutes got by and we arrived at their destination, forcing me to get out of the car as I struggle against their hold. But they were too strong and big, they’re two times bigger than me.

They dolled me up, chains still remains on my wrist and what I’m wearing has a deep V-line, exposing my chest and like separating my tits, is this ‘master’ a fan of princess Jasmine?

I can see the colors and the choice of clothes, I felt disgusted and violated when that man touches me. Forces me on my knee and try to give himself a blow with my mouth.

As if I’d let him fuck my mouth, he doesn’t have that privilege.

I could only fight off their hold, make time for myself until they hurt or kill me. Please. They need to come and save me, now.

I want to see the sun and the beautiful garden that the Tsaritsa has, and hear Ajax’s family story and Scara worshipping me body and soul.

“Pretty dime.”

Ew.

“little fox.”

Ew.

“beloved dime.”

Ew.

I have felt mothing more than shame and embarrassment on how desperate of a man this fucker is. I’d let him touch me, but the moment he’ll violate me—I’ll be sure to cut his dick off. Or ask Scara to cut it for me. I may become sick in the head now.

I hear screams outside from these walls, the horror and the gush of violence. I hear a cry for mercy and plea for their life. How I hear their scream as they were slowly tortured. It bothered my sleep as those screams haunt me at night.

It's been days and still no sign, is this it?

Is this the destiny I’m going to get?

What about my café?

My friends?

The future I’m building for myself?

Am I going to waste all of that because I got taken away and became a plaything for them?

Fuck no, I need something.

A sign from God.

Oh, please fuck. I can’t take this any longer.

I hear shouts of backup and shooting behind those walls, I just lie there—helpless and depressed. I let the darkness consume me as I let out a whimper, asking myself that would I die like this?

I hear the tracker beeping from my mouth, I took it out and it flashes red and blue and green. Curious, I play around for a bit then setting it down—it’s not like they’ll noticed it since this is my own room that my ‘master’ gave to me.

My eyes shut, my lids were too heavy to fight off.

My muscles were exhausted and so does my mind.

I could only hear voices, they were unfamiliar but a familiar voice called out to me. But I’m passed out asleep.

“Sunshine?”

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