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narcissarina · 2 months

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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 || Chapter 12: The sun

Pairings: Mafia!Scaramouche × Barista!Reader

Word count: 2,279

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. 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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Chapter 14: THE MOON

#Aaaa it took me 3 days to finish this wtf 😕😕😕#I CAN'T TAKENIT ANYMOREE AAAAAAA #this'll probably end in chaoter 15 #two more chapters I guess then an epilog 😋😋🥹🥹#thank you for making it this far<3 #genshin impact #dark romance #darkened desires series #tysm for enjoying this series😭😭🙏#scaramouche fanfic #scaramouche x reader #scara x reader #scaramouche #genshin scara #Mafia!Scara #Mafia!Scaramouche

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pepprs · 5 months

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gonna have to delete this later due to the redacted horrors but moving out update. today and yesterday i toured apartments. the one i toured today was smaller yet more expensive and had lower ratings and is very far away from campus plus the actual tour itself was… a very distressing and disturbing experience and not just bc there were literally dead bugs in one of the units 🤢 but like the place just had bad vibes i guess. i don’t know why it was so awful for me but i had a terrible feeling in my gut the whole time and then was almost in a scary situation getting back to campus (totally unrelated to the tour / property lol) but it was ok and i made it back completely safe in the end im just still extremely like. triggered i guess and i can’t talk about it to anyone at home (bc they can’t know im trying to move out lol) which is making me want to cry. like my nervous system is disregulated as my therapist would say. in fight or flight mode. but anyway none of that is even important bc im not going to live there because you know where i think im going to live???? THE APARTMENT I TOURED YESTERDAY!!!!! it’s like 3-4 mins away from campus (not to mention literally RIGHTTTT next to a campus shuttle stop) and right down the street from a whole bunch of cute restaurants and stores etc etc including my former therapy place (lol) and my favorite restaurant near campus, the apartment is bigger, rent is lower, and the property is beautiful imo. the only problem is that the only 1br/1ba apartments are on the ground floor which in my mind means im more vulnerable to a) ppl trying to like break in or do whatever god forbid a million times b) bugs ☹️ but tbh id be willing to try to deal with that and see how it goes. it’s gotten consistently 4-5 star ratings from residents for the last year and it has in unit laundry too 🤯 im so nervous and excited. now i just have to work up the strength to actually like. move there and tell my family that’s what im doing when they don’t want me to move without being able to drive and they don’t want me to live alone. but omg im so excited i just want to make it official nowwww

#purrs #i think i might try to move in late jan / early feb which will be after my 25th bday and at that point i only have to get 15 hrs of driving #practice not 60 so hopefully by then i will at least have a license… maybe not a car at that point but i could potentially be close to #getting one. and i also really want to get a cat like right away but i probably should wait until i get the hang of living all by myself #before i do that (and i definitely think i will need to be able to drive in case there are any emergencies) but. omggggg #on the way to the terrible tour today the shuttle drove right past the place i want to live which i wasn’t even expecting and i was like 🥹#and the crazy thing is that my colleague besties and i drove past it a few months ago and i remember thinking ‘maybe that would be a nice #place to live’ and it turns out… not only is it a nice place to live but it might be MY place!!!!!! 🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯#m*ving o*t tag

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