Dec. 17, prompt: naughty
I saw naughty and you know that means Whump :)
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Vigilante was dragged through a maze of twists and turns by their kidnappers, hands cuffed behind their back. Their kidnappers grip was bruising and unflinching even as they struggled in their hold. The stupid gag in their mouth was tied so tight it was hurting their jaw and the corners of their mouth.
They stopped in front of two double doors that were twice the size of vigilante who just cocked a brow at the dark oak. One of their kidnappers knocked on the door then stepped back behind Vigilante.
Nothing happened.
So vigilante kicked the door hard and was about to go again before their foot caught air and they nearly fell had it not been for their captors.
When they saw Supervillain sitting on what could only be described as a throne at the end of the ballroom, vigilante’s fight or flight kicked in and they backed into their captors who just pushed them forward.
Their heart started hammering in their ears as they dug their heels in. All their struggle left them when one of their captors kicked them in the back of their knees at the steps in front of Supervillain’s throne.
They were at the heart of supervillain’s lair with their hands tied behind their back, gagged, surrounded by guards and SUPERVILLAIN and with no one knowing where they are. Not even hero who they had fought with today. Vigilante looked up into the eyes of supervillain whose eyes gleamed with cat like delight.
“Vigilante, how nice to see you again,” supervillain purred, standing from their throne and descending the steps.
Vigilante tried to stand on instinct, they needed to be on their feet but two firm hands on their shoulder kept them bent low, nearly bowing to supervillain as they strolled towards them. Taking their time with long languid steps until their shoes with in vigilante’s eye line.
Vigilante didn’t look up. They couldn’t. They refused. Until a hand curled in their hair and they flinched as their head was yanked backwards forcing them to look at supervillain up close. They nearly let out a whimper.
Nearly.
Supervillain grabbed vigilante’s chin, turning their face this way and that examining them like they were some prized pig.
Vigilante pulled their face away but the grip on their hair yanked them back, keeping them in supervillain’s hold. Supervillain stared down at them with those cold, crystal eyes so sharp they could cut you and smiled a blood curdling smile down at their prisoner.
“You have been very naughty, vigilante. I thought I told you to stay out of trouble, hmm? Keep your nose clean?”
Vigilante replied. Of course they were still gagged so it came out wrong, but they kept their eyes on supervillain too afraid to look away.
Supervillain tugged the gag down so it was around vigilante’s neck and said, “What was that, dearest?”
“I said,” vigilante said, their voice scratching their throat and their tongue dry and heavy. “That you can go fuck yourse-“
Before they could finish, supervillain’s hand whipped out and backhanded them across the face. Vigilante’s head whipped to the side with the force and they straightened again when supervillain pulled them up.
“Try again,” supervillain said simply.
“I said- go fuck-“
Another slap and this time vigilante was held up by supervillain’s hold on the collar of their tunic.
“Again,” supervillain growled, voice low and full of Swift punishing promises.
Too bad vigilante never knew how to shut up.
“Go f-“ supervillain drove their knee into vigilante’s nose then and this time they let vigilante fall. Vigilante let out a short pathetic cry of pain as they fell to the floor, blood oozing down their nose as they groaned.
They were dragged back to their knees by their hair, letting out a hiss of pain as supervillain stared down at them again. Expression patient.
“You know what you did to be here, vigilante? At my feet helpless, alone, without your powers?”
It was on the top of Vigilante’s tongue again, just in spite but the fact that supervillain looked completely at ease with hurting them was a different story. One way or another they were going to get what they wanted from Vigilante, so vigilante would rather not be as incapacitated when they tried to escape this time.
Vigilante swallowed thickly. “I didn’t stay out of trouble?” They offered.
Supervillain’s eyes gleamed with praise as they let go of vigilante’s hair finally.
“Not only that, vigilante. I have reports that you have been fraternising with a certain hero… oh what was their name?”
Vigilante’s blood turned cold, shifting in their shackles their mouth dry despite the taste of iron overwhelming it.
“I- listen, that’s not what it looks like,” Vigilante said quickly. “I’m using them to get information on the agency.”
“Is that so?” Supervillain mused, going to sit in their throne again. They tilted their head, regarding Vigilante with a coy smile, somehow knowing vigilante was lying.
“Yes,” said vigilante with an easy breath.
Supervillain said nothing. Just watched vigilante at their feet. Vigilante could handle the silence. Supervillain wielded it like a weapon, but vigilante knew their game and remained calm.
“I believe you,” supervillain said eventually. Vigilante fought the urge to let out a breath of relief.
“But-“ that word shook vigilante to their core. “I have a small request.”
“I’m not killing them.”
Supervillain’s smile turned cold. “My dear Vigilante,” supervillain sighed. Getting to their feet again. Vigilante recoiled, but supervillain came down all the same and grabbed Vigilante’s cheek with terrifying ease. Their hold gentle, but their eyes a mockery of sympathy.
“Do you forget my kindness? I took you in off the streets. Raised you in the best way I knew how. Made you disciplined and glorious, and when you asked to fly the nest I allowed it. And when you started using your skills that I honed in you to save people, I allowed that too, didn’t I?”
It wasn’t a question so vigilante remained silent.
“On one condition, vigilante. What was my condition hmm? I know you remember.”
“To not be a hero.”
Supervillain’s eyes shined with pride, and their voice sounded soft as they said, “yes, vigilante. Not to be a hero. Not to approach the agency-“
“I haven’t-“ supervillain’s grip turned bruising at Vigilante’s intrusion.
“Yet you forget your manners,” supervillain said. “Talking with a hero on not one or two occasions, but every week vigilante? Did you honestly think I wouldn’t find out?”
Vigilante remained silent. Feeling entirely too helpless to say or do anything. Supervillain tsked, raising their other hand to cup Vigilante’s cheek, inspecting them.
“Perhaps I let you go too soon,” supervillain said. “I always did have a soft spot for you, didn’t I?”
Vigilante shook their head. “No, supervillain. I have a life now, I- I promise I won’t talk with hero anymore-“
“Hush child. Maybe a little stay at home might do you good. Remind you which side you’re on.”
“I’m not on a side,” vigilante pleaded.
Supervillain just smiled. “We’ll yet see, dear Vigilante. If you can prove to me that you won’t be naughty again and let heroes into your life, then I will let you go. However you have yet to be punished.”
Supervillain glanced at their henchmen. “Take him to the basement, I’ll be down shortly.”
Vigilante shook their head as they were grabbed under their arms. “No, supervillain no! Please! Supervillain! Please! I’ll be good! I’ll be good. I’m sorry, supervillain! Please!”
Their screams fell on deaf ears as they were dragged from the throne room kicking and screaming.
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