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epiclamer · 9 months
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Angst? 🥺 family, friends, lovers idc I want be sad
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“Kidnapees don’t talk.” The thief cocked their gun, barrel only millimetres from the civilian’s face. “So shut the fuck up before I put a bullet in your skull.”
The civilian swallowed, hard, struggling to pull themselves together with a quivering lip. “Y-you have to understand; you have t-the wrong guy.”
For a moment, the thief’s expression softened and the civilian felt a brief relief wash over them like an ocean wave. But like all waves do, it barely lasted a second before it was gone and the thief’s lips curled into a smile. “Do you really think I’m dumb enough for that to work on?”
“…well—”
“Hero doesn’t just date someone without telling them about their whole operation. They’re quite known for having loose lips.”
Clenching their teeth, the civilian sucked air in between them as they tried not to shake so visibly. “I-I’m not dating Hero.”
With a sigh the thief dropped their gun, a futile threat since the civilian was secured to a post from head to toe with coarse rope. Taking a step back, but still maintaining eye contact with their captive as a chuckle rose in their throat. “Let me get this straight…”
Like a deer in headlights the civilian watched intently as the thief began to shuffle through their pockets. Pulling out and revealing a few palm sized printed photographs, the civilian’s stomach sunk.
Each one had a blurry yet decipherable picture of them and their significant other in it. Taken from outside their windows, sliding glass patio door, front door, etc. Until the thief stopped on one specific print of everybody’s well-known saviour, Hero, changing out of their suit into their civilian attire with the completely oblivious Civilian one closed door away.
They held the picture up to eye level. “You mean to tell me that this—” the criminal tapped the small figure of the civilian’s lover with one finger, “isn’t your sweetheart in their work clothes?”
It wasn’t worth pretending that their heart hadn’t stopped in that moment, or that their blood turned cold. The villain in front of them already knew, they could see it in their face and they could feel it in the air that stuck between them.
So when the civilian opened their mouth they didn’t even know where the strength had come from to speak. “I-I don’t, they’re not… Hero…”
The thief lowered the image back into their pocket along with the others. “I don’t believe you.”
To be fair, the civilian didn’t believe themselves either.
“But, I do doubt that you knew.” Three steps and the gap between the two was only a breath wide. “Which is odd, considering they’ve never been so cautious before. Maybe they really like you.”
Although the civilian was hearing the words coming from the other’s mouth, they weren’t registering them, barely focused enough to realize how much danger they were in at the moment. All they could think about was their lover and the undeniable risk they had been putting the civilian in for the past two years without regard for their safety.
Or that maybe the other didn’t like them enough to trust them.
Or that maybe their relationship had been a front for investigative purposes all along.
Or that—
“Are you even listening to me?” The thief’s strong hand grasped their jaw, jolting the civilian back to reality. They scoffed when the other’s eyes cleared back to the present and let go of their face, pushing back and away from the civilian. “Ready to listen? Or should I just leave you to rot down here?”
Without really understanding the civilian nodded, but their preoccupied mind wouldn’t stop trying to wander as the thief pushed for their attention. However, their captor seemed satisfied with their response and continued.
“You, are clearly incapable of being any help to me—”
“So you’ll let me go?” It was a long shot and their voice quivered as they spoke, but they couldn’t stop themselves from trying.
The thief glared at the civilian, shaking their head no. “Obviously not. But, your precious Hero is sure to coming breaking down the door in the next twenty-four hours or so, which means that you will get your freedom, right after I question your Hero. Alright? For now just be a good little prisoner and sit tight.”
Usually, the civilian would’ve made a snarky comment about not being able to sit when they were tied standing to the post, but they didn’t have the energy anymore. They just wanted to go home, grab their things and leave, never to see the hero again.
But now they were tied up and going to be forced to face their lying lover where they couldn’t escape.
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