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Guardian Devil pt. 2; Matt Murdock x teen reader

I turned towards him once I had gotten out all of my tools and stood right in front of him. I first lowered my hood before revealing my face to him.

"Do you know who I am?" I said to him.

"No. No you're......but you're just a kid." After that comment I punched him hard in the gut. He coughed out as he tensed up in pain.

"Oh you better remember me like your life depends on it!" I roared at him. "Think back to two years ago. Think back to that night of April 13th, 2014."

"What? I-I don't know it was so long ago. I might've been at home with my wife. Well ex-wife now but I—" I stopped his stammering with another punch, this time to his ribs. "Please! I don't know what they told you but I swear you've got the wrong guy!"

"That's just what a psychopathic murderer would say." I muttered as I walked up and grabbed one of my boot knives and walked up to him. I placed the blade inbetween my teeth as I ripped his shirt open. The poor bastard pleading for his life as I took the knife between my hand and slowly pierced through his skin.

Not deep enough to kill him, but deep enough to bleed. His screams of pure agony was like the sweet relief of closure that would soon come.

"That night on the Queensboro bridge. A woman's car broke down as she went to pick up her daughter. You stopped right by her, trying to be a good samaritan. But like Ted Bundy you drugged her, stuffed her into your car, kept her prisoner for five months before chopping her up!"

"I swear I don't know what you're talking about! I wasn't even in New York at the time!" I punched him in his newly gifted 5in scratch as well as a punch to his hipbone. He cried out in pain and I said.

"Change in the story! You just told me you might've been with your ex-wife at the time. Now you claim you weren't even in New York."

"No, no, no, no, no please I-I-I don't AHHHHHH!!!!!" this time I cut just a little deeper but this time I went from the center of his chest down to his stomach. I took the knife back and this time brough out the brass knuckles and the tiger claws. The claws went to my left hand while the knuckles were on my right.

"Let's try this again, shall we?" I asked with a slight head tilt.

I don't know how long I must've tortured him for and to be honest I didn't care. Bruised ribs, both his eyes swollen shut as two very large black eyes were forming over his face, a cracked jaw, claw marks and knife marks scattered all over his body, especially around his face, limbs and chest.

However he still wasn't confessing to killing my mom. He must be insanely psycho to go through all of this and not confess to his crimes.

"Did you ever see that Game of Thrones episode where Greyjoy is tortured by Ramsay. Back then my mom made me look away but—I recently found a clip of it on Youtube, and there's this one part where I know I'm gonna enjoy taking from you."

"No. No please......"

"Pleading. That's so like you." I mocked him. "Let me ask you this, did you ever stop? When my mother was the one screaming at you to stop? Did you listen to her? Did you heed her cries? Take pity on her prayers? NO! You—" I took a sharp breath remembering that one slight detail the coroner said to me. "You raped her. Multiple times till her womb was torn up. I'll bet you used other things to rape her besides your little toy there. Well how about we rectify that?"

As weak as he was, he tried to escape me but he couldn't. He began to crawl but I stomped my foot onto his back when the door smashed in and a voice cried out.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!!" I turned and saw the Man without Fear himself, Daredevil.

"How did you get in here?"