The Lovers III
The Lovers Prompts
#3 Touching Foreheads
W/C: 1,938
T/W: I kind of got carried away with this, trigger warning for kidnapping, torture, knife mentioned.
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Leon was never one for PDA.
He believed letting his weakness known was a bigger risk than being with said weakness.
In public, he would hold her hand or offer his arm for her – but he wasn’t one to hold her close and dance through the streets. It was something she had to get used to. It wasn’t the deal breaker, not by any means, but it was something she wished she could have for even a fraction of a second.
Something that did catch her off guard was the reality of his job. Working as a DSSO agent meant constantly putting his life on the line, constantly going from one danger to the next, all for the sake of his assignment.
She didn't even know what was happening until it happened.
A little girl came to Y/N crying her eyes out, claiming she needs help and didn’t know where her mother was. The young girl, tugging at Y/N’s heartstrings, got her attention and led her on a wild goose chase that would end with her being grabbed and bound by three men, and thrown in the boot of a car.
Her treatment was nothing short of brutal, her kidnappers only showing mercy by not killing her.
Y/N’s torture started as soon as she arrived in the ‘safe’ house. The man who took her, was clearly targeting her, wanting to get to Leon.
She was locked in the basement, a dog collar wrapped tightly around her neck, and a long chain keeping her stuck in their makeshift prison. She hadn’t been able to get a solid sleep since they’ve taken her; she's constantly on edge, never wanting to close her eyes for more than minutes at a time.
The kidnappers knew what they were doing. They studied Leon and Y/N from afar, learning their routines, knowing where Y/N worked, where she shopped, even her friends – but they didn’t matter to them.
Y/N didn’t matter to them, all they wanted was Leon.
Y/N doesn’t know how long she’s been locked in their basement. She knew it was days, but was it weeks? Months?
There was no sunlight, no windows, nothing to tell her just how long she’d been chained up like a dog. At first, she was keeping track, but the days and nights started to blend into each other.
The men came down the stairs and Y/N was quick to try and make her body as small as possible. There was no where for her to hide, nothing for her to defend herself with. She was utterly and completely defenseless. Her body shook as they stepped down the final stair, causing them to laugh. “Look at her! You have her terrified!” One taunted while they all laugh. It was the only thing she could hear, and it was sickening. Y/N covered her ears with her hands and closed her eyes, trying her best to cope with the situation at hand.
She screamed when she was grabbed. The man actually had his hand on her, usually they would tug her around by the collar secured around her neck – her throat covered in harsh red lines and bruises from their rough actions.
He backhanded her, silencing her.
“Enough. You’re fine.” He grumbled. Y/N nodded her head, not wanting to upset her captors any more than she already has.
She hasn’t spoken since arriving here, not sure what she could say, or if they would let her in the first place. “Come here. You’re going to make a pretty video with us.” Y/N didn’t have a choice, she was dragged and pulled into a chair, the collar, tighter around her neck and her hands bound to the chair behind her back.
Two of the men stood behind her, their faces concealed by ‘anonymous’ masks. Her head hung forward, he hair covering her face; Y/N was exhausted, she wasn’t sure how much longer of this she could take. “Look at our pretty girl” the one behind the camera mused, pressing record on the camera. “Y/N, look here! Say hi to Leon” the man instructed, but she refused, keeping her head forward. The man whistled, and started to call, as if she was an animal and he was trying to get her attention.
“Here pretty girl, come on.”
One of the men behind her reached forward and pulled her by her hair, tugging at her scalp. Y/N hissed in pain, but she tried not to scream. “You’re being spoken to. Girl.” He spat in her ear, making her flinch. “Now, now, brother, you’re being too rough with her. We need her alive.” It was clear the man behind the camera was the ringleader of this entire sting. “Y-N-ie" the man cooed again, trying to get her attention.
She glared at the man and stayed quiet. He looked at her through the dark mesh eyes of his anonymous mask and was losing patience. If Leon taught her how to act in hostage situations this entire operation was going up in smoke.
“I don’t think you want to be glaring at me pretty girl. My brother has been dying to give you his special treatment.” Y/N blinked, fear was running through her body, but she was trying to not let it show. A beat passed, and the man behind the camera bowed down, “very well. Brother?”
The third man stood up, giving the second one the leash, and he tugged it harshly. Choking Y/N slightly and adding another bruise to her throat. “I’ve been waiting for this pretty girl.” His voice was sickening, and so close to her ear, Y/N couldn’t help it. A tear left her eye.
The third man grabbed a sharp knife out of his pocket, showing Y/N the blade in the glow of the light overhead. She didn’t want to even guess what he was going to do with that, so she closed her eyes and held her breath.
All the men laughed when they saw the tears fall down her eyes once he started sawing through the long hair. “Ah!” She hissed, but she couldn’t do anything. The man pulled at different lengths of her hair and began slicing, sawing, and cutting where he see fit. “Oh pretty girl, your pretty, pretty hair” the first man mocked her. Enjoying how weak and small she looked in front of the camera.
The knife was placed at her throat, just above the dog collar as the first man addressed the camera again.
“This is your only warning. Leon Kennedy.”
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Leon could feel his blood boil over and over as he watched the video. He knew something was wrong the moment she took over 10 minutes to answer his text message. He just had no idea how much trouble had found his partner.
It wasn’t even a question, or a matter up for discussion, Leon was going to find her, and he was going to bring her back, other assignments can wait.
Her captors were silent for three days after that video was sent to them. Leon didn’t sleep, working on analyzing the video, over and over, looking for a clue, for anything. The only thing he could determine was the video was recent.
“Come on.....” He muttered, watching as the progress bar slowly went to 100%, he could feel his eyes growing tired, as he waited, he closed his eyes, only resting for a moment.
PING!
Immediately, he’s back awake. He got another notification. It was the same sender, a burner email address, but instead of a video, he got a photo. Y/N was there, on the floor, her head completely shaved, a purple bruise forming just under her eye, and cuts and slices all over her body. Leon gripped the computer mouse in his hand, squeezing it tighter and tighter until it eventually broke.
He sent the photo with a link to Hunnigan, hoping she could decode something, and give him hope of finding something. Anything that would lead him back to his girlfriend.
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“Awe, looks like he doesn’t care about you, pretty girl.” One of the men taunted, he flipped his laptop, Leon was receiving this messages and he was viewing them, but he never answered.
Part of Y/N knows its to keep his head level and not to provoke her abductors anymore, but they had worn her mind down to the point she believed in everything they said. “No....” She cried, bringing her wrist to her mouth.
The camera was shoved in her face, catching her real, raw emotion from their words. “Oh, pretty, pretty girl....” He taunts again, walking slowly backwards, holding her leash. “Crawl to me pretty girl. Come on.”
She had no choice, her mind was on auto pilot.
Y/N braced her palms on the cold concrete of the unfinished basement and slowly started crawling towards her captor. She reached his feet and rested her cheek against the dark leather.
She was broken.
“Good girl.... Good pretty girl....”
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“We found her.”
That was all Leon needed to hear.
He jumped up, grabbing his jacket and a few supplies he would need for this mission. Hunnigan sent the coordinates to Chris, he didn’t give Leon a choice, either he was going to come with Leon, or he was going to remove Leon from this mission entirely.
The house they pulled up to seemed normal, nothing extravagant, but it wasn’t in such poor condition. “They kept her in the city?” Chris seemed suspicious, not believing the coordinates that Hunnigan had sent him. “They’re working for someone.” Leon confirmed, this was just a part of something much larger.
“We have back up coming, they know no lights or sirens” Chris says, removing the safety from his gun. Leon nodded and did the same, they snuck around back, going through the unkept and overgrown grass.
There was a window hidden by the tall plant life, but it was boarded up on the inside.
That has to be where she is.
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Y/N didn’t know what was happening, there was a commotion upstairs, with loud feet, yelling, things breaking, and even a few gun shots.
She was frozen in fear, there was no where for her to hide down here, if whatever was happening upstairs came down, she would accept death.
The loud noises didn’t last long, whatever altercation happened ended as fast as it began. Y/N held her breath, as if that would save her location from being found.
Suddenly, the lights turned on and two pairs of feet were rushing down, guns pointing everywhere. Now, she was in shock.
Leon and Chris immediately lowered their guns and were quick to approach the girl. Chris removed his jacket, protecting the girls dignity, and Leon worked to unlock and remove the collar that was stuck around her neck. When she felt his gentle fingers on her skin, she couldn’t stop, she was crying.
He was here.
He found her.
She was safe.
“Shh... Come on.” He soothed her gently, he knew she wasn’t in her proper mindset, and he had to be careful with his words. Once the collar was off, his hand went to the back of her neck, holding her in place.
She was shaking, and scared, trying to control her breathing.
Leon gently connected their foreheads, resting his heavily on hers, silently showing his love and support for her.
It took a second, but feeling him, having his physical touch was bringing her back to reality.
She was traumatized and this would stay with her forever, but in this moment, in this minute, she could feel the love Leon had for her.
No words needed to be said.
They just needed each other.
A/N: Merry Christmas and happy holidays babies xx
I'm not going to promise anything, but there *may* be some christmas AU's coming up soon.......
xo, Matcha