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"ᏇᏂᎩ ᏕᏂᎧᏬᏝᎴ Ꭵ..?"

∆iden x F!reader

Angst/small fluff

St@bbing, harsh words, Aiden being Aiden
                                                                                         

You and Aiden laid on the floor in her/their basement, under their cavern. You knew they tortured people, but you didn't care. You loved them, and nothing would change that.

She wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you on top of her gently. You saw that she grabbed something, but you didn't see what..But you were mainly focused on holding onto her and laying with her. You didn't see anything wrong with what she was doing.

🔪

You felt a sharp stinging in the side of your waist suddenly, only to look down and realize she'd stabbed you in the waist. She pulled the knife away, sitting up and pushing you onto the floor.

Ouch...

You clutched your side in pain as she stood up, ignoring you, her cold, dead eyes staring down at you as she walked away from you for a moment, putting away the knife.

She dragged you to a set of chains, forcing your wrists into them.

You winced as blood pooled below you, staining your [bottom clothes] as you strained against the chains.

"..don't struggle. It's pointless."

She said, going over to her arsenal of weapons, getting a needle and some sort of bottle. It looked like a painful one too..

"...I thought you loved me.."

You mumbled, your voice breaking.

"I don't 'love' you. You were just an easy target.."

She said with the same monotone voice she always had, letting out a small sigh.

It broke your heart..you loved this woman dearly. But you were just a prop to her. A target, something she could use.

"...why me? Why do you love hurting people..?"

"It's not a problem until it's happening to you, is it? You didn't mind it because you love me, but then it happened to you, and suddenly I'm the worst person on earth."

She snapped, her face still blank as she walked over to you, grabbing your face and forcing it to the side, injecting you with whatever liquid she'd pulled from the small bottle.

You were on the verge of passing out. She gently lifted your shirt, tucking it under your chest, and moving next to you.

She grabbed a small piece of glass, no thicker than a phone protector, but with an outer side so it was more like a petri dish...

She put some of your blood on it and covered it with a small lid, setting it next to her and dabbing up all the blood, pressing a cotton pad along the wound and bandaging it, staring at you the entire time.

"Thanks for the sample, doll.."

She said quietly, getting up with the dish and placing it on top of a container with other dishes.

"...why should I be greatful for someone like you..."

"There's a few answers..not many...but they're still reasons."

She said quietly, going back over to you and slowly taking the chains off, picking you up, and kissing your cheek, her face never changing.

She set you down, kneeling next to you and gently kissing your side. What a bittersweet moment.

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(519 words)