𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥'𝐬 𝐒𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

WARNING: Smut scene in the middle part.

After fifty minutes had passed, the man slowly regained consciousness, only to be confronted by a nightmarish reality. As his blurred vision cleared, he discovered himself tightly bound to a cold, unforgiving chair. Thick ropes constricted his hands and legs, rendering him completely immobile.

The excruciating pain pulsating through his skull intensified with each passing second, as if a thousand drums were beating relentlessly inside his head. His temples throbbed mercilessly, causing waves of dizziness to wash over him.

Blinking away the tears that welled up in his swollen eyes, he struggled to make sense of his surroundings. The room was slightly dark, casting eerie shadows that danced ominously on the walls. The air hung heavy with a musty scent, suffocating his senses.

As he inhaled, a dampness invaded his nostrils, leaving a chilling sensation in its wake. The metallic tang of blood mingled with the dank odor, hinting at the violence that had transpired. His heart raced, pounding against his chest, as he desperately tried to recall how he had ended up in this nightmarish predicament.

The man's mind raced, attempting to piece together the fragments of his memory. Flashes of a struggle, a sudden blow to the head, and then darkness. The realization that he had been kidnapped. But by who? And why?

His heart skipped a beat as he locked eyes with the dog, a silent observer of his predicament. The animal's gaze held a mix of curiosity and indifference, as if it had seen it all before. The man's mind raced with questions, but the answers remained elusive. Who was behind this? And what did they want from him?

A single bark reverberated through the air and a female figure emerged from the shadows, walking over to the dog.

"Good boy, Walter," Rachel said, affectionately patting his head. "For not devouring him."

The man's confusion deepened as he heard Rachel's words. Was she involved in his kidnapping? Or was she merely a bystander who stumbled upon the scene? He desperately searched her face for any signs of guilt or deception, but her expression remained unreadable.

Rachel turned her attention to the man, her eyes scanning him with a mix of curiosity and concern. "You must be wondering why you're here," she said, her voice laced with a hint of facade sympathy. "I assure you, it's not going to be long. Unless you want it to be."

"Where the hell am I?" he demanded, his voice tinged with frustration.

"Hell might not be the most accurate description," Robbie interjected, emerging from the shadows. "But rest assured, I can make it feel like one, sooner or later."

The man's heart pounded in his chest as he tried to make sense of the situation. Who were these people and what did they want from him? Fear and confusion clouded his mind as he struggled to come to terms with his predicament.

Rachel's gaze shifted towards Amy, who stood silently against the wall, her eyes filled with a hidden fury that Rachel couldn't help but notice. It was a familiar feeling, one that Rachel understood all too well - the burning desire for revenge.

But it was Frank's approach towards the restrained man that sent shivers down Rachel's spine. The man's voice trembled as he whispered, struggling to find the words. "Y-You're... The... The..."

Frank interrupted him with a mocking tone, finishing his sentence. "The... The Punisher."

Robbie's smirk widened as he watched the man's realization sink in.

The Punisher. The name that struck fear into the hearts of many. And now, he was face to face with the infamous vigilante himself. The man's fate was sealed, and there was no escaping the consequences of his actions.