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Heaven Sent pt. 3
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Previous parts: Part 1 and part 2.
Not proofread, oop [1.8k words]
des: A third addition to my ongoing FemReader x Cyno brothel series.
warnings: light drug usage, brief violence, and choking (#notkinky ofc).
Don't worry y'all! it's not as heavy as it looks. This series will have a good ending :))
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Before he could stand up and blast his friend for being tardy, the general had already entered, and the air around him was far from pleasant. So, he decided to cast aside his previous words of banter in favor of the matter at hand.
"You're later than our scheduled time, did something come up? How is she?" He queried and was glad to have assessed him earlier. There was certainly malice, with an aura that only matched the one that led the Mahamatra.
An aggression to unjust acts.
"Nari,” he spoke, voice laced in apprehension. “I feel sick to my core."
He says, clearly upset as he sat himself at a round table in the room, folding his arms as he did. Upon hearing that bit from him, Tighnari's ears knowingly laid flat on his head —there was no medicine he could concoct that would remedy this. A simple hearing’s out would usually suffice, but this was no ordinary occasion as a friend needing to vent.
He sat across him, ready for a debriefing of the operation and more importantly, the root of his friend’s anguish.
"Today, I gave her the orbs that you made for me."
"And?"
"She will do it, the task. But I can't shake the feeling that if…if only I…" Cyno halts, ashamed to say the next chain of his thoughts. Luckily, there was a botanist that could, and it made him cringe to see the general at a loss in his convictions. He grumbled at the sight,
"If only what? You could do better?" Without meaning to, he tsk' at the poor fellow in front of him. This was no time for self pity.
The fennec man sighs, rubbing his temple with his fingers before glancing back at his friend. It’s been a long day for the both of them, and so, he advises the obvious to him,
"Stop being harsh on yourself, Cy." Tighnari leans into the table, trying to beckon the man in front of him to reason.
"Now that you know what you have to do, it makes no sense to mope about it."
"I understand that much.” Cyno replies, though his expression suggested his feelings remained. “It’s just that I can't help thinking that this could have been prevented…"
Tighnari raises his brow, "What could've been prevented?"
"Any of this."
For once he remains silent because it’s true. There were obviously variables that were within the Mahamatra’s control, but sometimes, just sometimes, it so happens to slip past them at a blink of a moment. In the end, there’s just some things that can’t be prevented, even if he tried. That’s just the truth.
Now how could he convey that to someone as upright as Cyno?
Perhaps not…
Even so—There is still hope to right what’s been wronged.
Tighnari recalls the times Cyno had mentioned her, the woman in the brothel. The fennec man figured that she's the hope in this equation, well, more so in his equation with how the general openly fretted.
"Are you worried about her?"
"I am but…not as much as I was expecting to be.” Very slightly, Tighnari notices the change in the air from the way he spoke of her just as he always has from previous rendezvous.
“She's strong."
Cyno’s body finally relaxed after relentlessly sitting firm and uptight in his seat. Allowing his back to lay on the backrest, his gaze expressed that his mind was somewhere else, far away. As eager as the botanist is, he chose to withhold his own curious observations of him for another time.
For now, it'd be best to just let themselves ease up after an eventful day. Tomorrow brings a new set of challenges.
“Let’s believe in her then, for all our sakes.” Cyno hummed in agreement and sighed at the moon.
The following evening, everything had been set in motion. You had personally asked the women working tonight’s shift to leave the target be, so that he could be locked on you alone, –and sure enough, he came by.
He bore a seemingly plain looking face. A smile from him would be as inviting and hospitable as any vendor on main street, no one would be the wiser to know that he comes to a place like this when night falls, or that he would be the culprit to many heinous things in the deep underground of the desert. Not that you needed Cyno’s information to know that he’s scum. But if you were still somehow not sold, then that smug grin and cockish air to him would’ve done it for you. For now, that attitude is welcomed. You knew right away how to get this type of person under your will.
“A drink, my lord?” You kneeled to his side, offering the drugged chalice with lidded eyes that looked through your lashes. The man above you snickered, enjoying your ignorance.
“I’m no lord, my dear.” He passed a dark chuckle that made your skin crawl. “Just a man with heavy pockets.”
At plenty of others’ disposal. You wanted to say, regret becoming you for not spitting in his drink.
Fortunately, that did not last long because with all guard down, this gullish man took it and chugged it in a gulp.
With his average body, the drug was taking effect by how his eyes started to daze.
Here’s my cue.
Instantaneously, you feigned being flustered by glancing away. Tucking the strands of hair that escaped behind your ear, showing off your prettily blushed cheeks as you do.
“Ah…I’m sorry, sire…I noticed the quality of your clothes and assumed so,” you lean in, pressing a gentle hand on his thigh and your warm perfumed breath hits his neck,
“H-how could you know…the wi..ser? Hah..a..sit with me.” His words slurred as he struggled to stay awake.
“Of course, sire.”
A few teasing touches later and he was dragging you to a room, but not just any room, though. It was a room furthest from the main hall so noise wouldn’t be heard, and a wide window showcasing the waste land. Perfect for anyone to just climb into and abduct someone. Honestly, you had to pat yourself on the back for getting this room all to yourself at short notice.
The job wasn’t done just yet though. You still had a bumbling bastard to deal with. He was almost out of it, so you coaxed him to rest his head on your lap. Once you heard heavy snoring rolling in, you pinched his cheek just a bit to check if he was truly asleep. When all you got in response was an increased volume of snoring, you dropped your infatuated facade and shoved his head off your lap.
You grabbed a wet cloth from the corner of the room and wiped the areas he made contact with, then threw it at his face. You then hang up the green colored shawl, signaling to Cyno’s aids hiding nearby that the target is ripe for the taking.
As you waited for minutes but it felt like hours, a shrill scream broke from the quiet ambiance and echoed down to your room. It startled you to say the least, but your uneasiness didn't subside because the scream had evolved to shouting.
Carefully, you moved to the locked door and pressed an ear to it. From what you've gathered of muffled voices, it seems to be a one-sided argument between the Madam and a client.
You sigh, there was nothing to worry about after all.
"Y-you…ungrateful wench...!" Your breath got caught in your throat as the horror of the man's hand on your ankle gripped you to the point of pain. Out of instinct, you kicked his nose with all your might, a small crack and pained groan emitted from him, and momentarily released you to hold the injured area.
You dash to the corner of the room where you tucked your things as the man crawled to you on his forearms, his lower body likely still numb from the drug.
"Y-you did something, didn't you?!" He manages to lunge for your leg and knock you down to the ground with him.
You can't scream for help. Whether that be the fact that if you did, you'd be as good as dead once the man tells her what you did, or the fact that it would be fruitless to cause no one would be able to hear you. Not when you purposefully picked the furthest room, and especially not when there was loud arguing going on.
So, you had to fight for your own. Continuously kicking your other leg to his face. Hoping to buy you time.
But for what?
How long will it take for them to show up?
Like always, and for many times more, no one will help you.
You were doomed from the start.
No.
Your mind spared a moment of clarity in the midst of all the negativity clouding it, and in that split second, a chance was thought of.
Your hand dived for something tucked in your things. Your hand searched and searched while your heart beat fights with panic. The man is up to your waist now, clawing at you until finally, your fingers brush against that familiar material. You grasp the orbs and pull it out from the sack.
I'm not helpless now.
With the orbs in the tight of your hand, you reach for the green cloth that hangs at the window and wrap it at the man's neck, tightening it in a chokehold. The man instinctively places his hands at the cloth, trying to pull away from the sudden loss of air.
Taking advantage of the moment, you knee him at his stomach, weakening him enough to roll yourself atop of him.
You then release the cloth briefly for him to gasp for air, –and only for your hand to shove the orbs in his mouth. You clasp onto his mouth with every bit of adrenaline strength granted you.
He, however, fought to swallow them so you quickly knee him in the middle where it's little. He winces and tries to gasp at the pain contracting his abdomen, but he ultimately intakes the drug. You release his mouth from your grip and he urgently coughs in between his gasps for air. He knocked on the floor harshly as his body once again tingled into numbness.
He tries to get up again, but with the lingering numbness from earlier still in effect, and the fresh dosage he just had, he succumbed to another slumber.
You push him away from you and back yourself to the corner, trying for the life of you to calm down your own adrenaline. No matter the method, you failed to compose as your breaths were still coming in like waves. While you did, your mind was replaying the moments fresh of passing.
Your eyes solely on the unconscious man in front of you.
In fact, you were so focused on him that you hadn't noticed the hooded figure sitting at your window, who also witnessed the last minute of your ordeal.
"You handled that pretty well." Another voice spoke suddenly into the room.
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A/N- To the folks that come back to this, thank you for your patience :)) (u guys help me fight my commitment issues <3).
There was def a lack of cyno w/ reader here but fret not, it'll all be made up for in the next part.
With loves, Kapi<33
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bf cameo in the new ep!! can gts hella happy