Part 3 of Hero sacrificing themselves to Villain for Vigilante
Hero woke up alone, cold and with a huge ache on their shoulders. It took them seconds to realize that they were restrained. It didn't take much thinking, since their wrists were chained so high above their head that they thought their shoulders would pop off with the slightest movement.
The hero felt a breeze and looked down.
They were only wearing their underwear and undershirt. Of course, of course that freak had stripped them and left them like this.
Once their eyes adjusted to the darkness, they noticed stairs going upwards on their left. They also noticed several sharp instruments sitting on a table below the stairs, hidden in plain sight. They sighed. They knew surrendering to Villain meant subjecting themselves to indescribable pain, but they weren’t so sure they were prepared for this.
Villain was never one for hand-to-hand combat. They were more of an intelligent type. As far as Hero knew, they avoided violence completely. Even when they met, all they did was exchange a few words before the villain ordered their goons to deal with Hero while they escaped. Every time.
Hero assumed this was because Villain was not one who worked out. In fact, Hero had held them up with one hand once without a struggle. Villain was tall but they sure were as light as a feather.
So, naturally, Hero was surprised when they found Vigilante's crumpled body on Villain’s feet. No henchmen in sight. Just Villain and Vigilante. Two people in Hero’s lives that the hero never wanted to mix.
And yet they did. And Hero ended up here, chained in Villain’s basement, not knowing what awaited them, what happened to Vigilante after they got taken, if their sacrifice was even worth it.
Just then the door above the stairs creaked open, bathing the room with a dim yellow light. It was enough light for the hero to squint. Hero saw Villain’s boots march down the stairs.
As they came down they noticed the villain struggling to hold the bucket they held in their hands. As they clumsily climbed down the stairs Hero understood why. It was filled with water.
It sloshed and spilled as Villain shuffled uncomfortably down the stairs. Hero watched as their captor muttered curses under their breath every time a huge gunk of water spilled down the stairs. They observed how Villain, the one responsible for their predicament and Vigilante’s deadly wounds, nearly slipped on the bottom of the stairs, letting out the smallest of yelps.
Indeed, Villain was never the brawns type.
Hero wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the situation.
Villain put the bucked down (dropped it, more like) and put their hands behind their waist as they straightened their back.
It made multiple cracking sounds.
Villain let out a huge exhale and their eyes finally landed on Hero, who was trying their hardest not to react.
“Oh,” the villain seemed unperturbed, “you’re awake.”
Villain blinked. They looked down at the bucket, which now was only half-filled, the rest dripping uselessly down the stairs and a puddle on their feet. They returned their gaze on Hero.
Hero wondered if the awkwardness was part of Villain’s torment.
“I took the liberty of taking your uniform.” Villain started to approach the hero, bucket ignored.
The villain’s steps were slow and they were devouring the hero with their gaze alone. Hero hated how Villain’s eyes made them feel like their skin was being stripped off.
Villain stopped right before them and their finger grazed Hero’s stomach lightly. Hero flinched at the touch.
“I can’t believe you’re real.” Villain muttered and Hero looked at them, confused. Then the villain’s lips creeped upwards into a sly smile. “I can’t believe I finally caught you.”
Hero couldn’t stop the scoff they let out. “If you can even call it that.”
“You played dirty and you know it.”
Villain gave them a look. “Oh yeah? How so?”
“If you hadn’t gotten to Vigilante I’d-” Hero gasped at the sharp pain in their head and shoulders. Villain had grabbed them by the hair and pulled them down. Down down down until the hero’s swore they heard their shoulders pop. “Agh! Wait, stop! A-Agh! Villain-!”
“I thought I told you not to mention that name in my presence again.” Villain’s grip on their hair tightened. “Not to even think about them.”
“Kh-! Alright alright, I’m sorry, V-Villain, just stop! Stop just a second! No-!” Hero shrilled when they were lowered in a particular angle where they had to stand on their toes so their shoulders would not pop off their sockets.
“Didn’t I tell you?” Villain let Hero go suddenly. Hero heaved and straightened their back, trembling. “Refer to me as master.”
The hero took a few deep breaths, dizzy from the sudden release, trying to gulp down the bile in their throat. Cold sweat rested on their face from the agonizing discomfort. “Oh,” they croaked, dazed, “you were serious about that?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” The villain had left their place in front of Hero and walked to the table under the stairs. They kneeled down under the table and retracted a small light lamp. Turning it on, they put it on the table to examine their weapons.
Hero licked their lips. “What’ve you got over there?”
Villain’s back was to them, so Hero couldn’t see what torture instrument Villain was focusing on at the moment. Dread filled the pit of their stomach. They were never trained for this.
Rescue missions, yes. Fighting criminals, yes. Hostage situations, yes.
But never withstanding torture. Those were more of the spies and assassins’ area, the ones who the league ordered to deliberately enter villains’ domain and snoop around or eliminate the most dangerous criminals. And even then, they knew what they were being tortured for. Information.
But Hero had no idea why Villain had chained them up like this. Was it revenge? Hero never thought of them as a vengeful type. But, then again, they never thought of Villain as someone to get blood on their hands and look where that got them. And Vigilante.
Hero’s brows creased with worry at the thought. Every time they thought of their friend all they could see was their crumpled, bloody form on the ground, barely breathing.
Villain said they wouldn’t hurt Vigilante anymore in exchange for their surrender, but could the hero really trust their enemy's word?
Hero didn’t know. They felt like they didn’t know anything about Villain anymore.
“What are you thinking so hard about?” Villain put something dull and metallic under their chin, tilting Hero’s head slightly. “Eyes on me.”
“What are you going to do to me?” Hero's voice cracked at the end.
“That,” Villain retracted their hand. Scissors, they were holding freakishly long scissors in their hand, “is something you will soon find out.”
They had used the round part to tilt Hero’s head. Now they swirled the scissors around and pressed the sharp part on the hero’s stomach. The hero’s breath hitched as they sucked their belly in.
“Hush.” The villain opened their scissors, shoving it under Hero'a clothes, one point still touching the hero’s body, right above their belly button.
There was no further movement except for the light press of the sharp end on the captive hero's body. Hero held their breath.
Then Villain snipped once and Hero flinched.
Satisfied, the villain withdrew their weapon and touched the hero’s skin with their weaponless hand. Hero’s hair stood on end. Villain moved behind Hero, tracing their captive’s body with their fingers as they did so, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
Something cold grazed their lower back.
“What are you-?!” Hero panicked.
Villain removed their hand and started cutting the hero’s undershirt in a straight line with inhumane precision. Even with the villain's gentle touch, Hero could still feel the scissors lightly scratch their skin as Villain's hand moved upwards, ripping their undershirt in half.
Hero bit their lip. It’s not that they were insecure about their body, no. They often changed their clothes in front of their friends and colleagues, unashamed of their scars and bruises. It was just that they weren’t too happy about Villain of all people seeing their naked body. Especially under these conditions.
Hero shivered as their back was exposed to cold air. Villain stood silent, and Hero could feel their eyes boring on their back, savoring every inch of Hero’s skin. What Villain saw in this dim light, Hero had no idea.
After a few agonizing seconds, Villain hummed in appreciation. Hero felt Villain's weapon land on their shoulder and gasped.
“Relax.” The villain’s breath was right in their ear. Hero clenched their fists as Villain snipped and ripped their undershirt off completely.
Hero now stood half-naked in Villain’s basement. Wonderful. They really did want to laugh at the absurdity of the situation.
But how could they laugh when Villain’s hot, clothed body was nearly pressed against their bare back. How could they even snicker when Villain stepped so near Hero that they could feel the texture of their clothes. How could they muster up a smile when Villain’s long arms unexpectedly wrapped around Hero’s body. The hand with the scissors poked uncomfortably at Hero’s neck.
“Shh…” Villain’s fingers, the ones that were not holding the cold tool, caressed Hero’s torso intimately. Hero suppressed their whimper.
Villain rested their face on the top of Hero’s head and with crippling dread Hero realized that the villain was taking a huge whiff of their hair.
The hero wanted to throw up. This felt wrong, so horribly wrong. They never wanted to expose themselves like this in front of their enemies, never.
Villain’s suffocating grip tightened and Hero squeezed their eyes shut. Anywhere, they wanted to be anywhere but here.
They never wanted to end up like this.
But, if this was what it took for Vigilante to live, so be it. Hero would take anything Villain would torment them with. They had to.
Hero would do anything to protect their friend.
“Hero, oh Hero…” Villain mumbled under their breath. “We’re going to have so much fun together, my lovely Hero.”
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All are welcome to give me ideas how Villain would torture Hero so they could make them an obedient pet/servant/whatever (please I usually don't feel a thing with hero whump so I have absolutely no idea what to write💀💀💀 any ideas will do)
