A continuation of this ficlet of mine.
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“Good morning, darling.” the villain’s voice echoed like a siren.
The hero grunted, tiredly. Their body wasn’t ready to handle the sudden flash of light that sent a flare of pain to their sensitive, sleep-addled eyes. They grimaced.
“Looks like you’re still tired. Perhaps you think I should’ve let you sleep more? A couple more hours maybe?” the villain sneered.
It took the hero a few seconds to open their eyes and recover from the pain. They looked at the villain.
The villain sauntered closer.
“Wha.. What have you done to me?” the hero managed to let the words out. They felt a sharp headache strike them, rendering their vision blurry and clouded.
“Oh, that..” the villain muttered, “Well, isn’t it obvious?” they asked, oh so casually.
They drew a familiar intricate white cup from their pocket and twirled in around their finger playfully.
The hero looked bewildered for a moment, and idly shacked their head to clear their vision.
And then, the realisation striked them like a bullet in the head.
“The tea I offered you last time,” the villain smirled. “Yes.”
The hero’s eyes widened, yet they were still weak.
The villain’s fingers wiggled as they cradled the cup, their dark smirk tainting their features with malice, “I drugged it. Put a sedative in it.” they said so matter-of-factly as if there was absolutely nothing wrong with drugging someone.
“Why–? Why would you–?” the hero stammered, still feeble from the sedative’s effect.
That earned them a laugh. “What? I catch you playing trick games with me and you expect me not to do anything about it? Now? That you’ve already gained so much important information about me?” the villain’s face twisted back to its normally vicious state, eyes flickering with that old, evil intent.
They came just in front of the hero, face inches apart. They placed the cup on a table. “No, no. That won’t happen.” they straightened and pulled out a chair, sitting across from the hero.
“Now that I have you here, restrained and completely unable to run away, I’ll have the pleasure to enquire about your.. boss and the spying in general.” they turned their finger around, idly.
The hero felt the rush of anxiety running through their veins, breathe hitching.
They looked absolutely vulnerable and scared compared to the the monster who stared into their soul.
“I won’t tell you anything.”
“Darling,” the villain said, smile still plastered onto their face, “Do consider the possible torment you’ll have to go through if you insist on staying quiet. Now, is it really fair that you know everything about me, my plans, my goals, and I don’t know anything about you?” they pulled out a pout that didn’t match with the glint of their eyes.
The hero quietened, sweating.
“Tell me everything. Who your boss is, what they want from me, what use they have of the information you’ve stolen and what plan they are so tenacious to make against me, everything.”
“I don’t have a boss.”
“Liar.” the villain’s voice became dangerous, and for a moment there, the hero saw their eyes flicker red, or was it just a hallucination? They didn’t know anymore, they were so afraid they felt they couldn’t think properly.
And yes, they lied when they said they didn’t have a boss. It was a bad lie.
God, the hero knew this mission would end up into something like this. It was an utterly, completely, absolutely terrible idea. Their boss should’ve found another plan, other strategies, but they just went with the cliché idea, spying.
The hero heard about many heroes who tried this method with the villain, they even knew some people who weren’t even heroes, like assassins, do the same thing.. None of them showed up after meeting the villain face-to-face, no sign or message or memory of them. It was like they willfully and blindly stepped into the forgotten land, where everything was forgotten, where everything was burned and reduced to nothing but ash in thin air.
“Lying won’t help you, dear. It’ll only encourage the thought of using the hard way to get that, I admit, silver tongue of yours to spill those precious little secrets.” the villain stated, smile awfully sunny.
The hero felt their insides twist.
“Now, little hero, we can either make this the easy, friednly way or the hard way. I’m sure you don’t want the hard one, I wouldn’t want to cause you any kind of.. pain.”
“Oh yeah? What kind of pain would you cause me, huh?” the hero tried for a cocky and prideful tone, tilting their head up.
The hero didn’t know whether it was a good idea to try and be cocky, but they were convinced it was bad, as they saw the villain’s face darken in what looked like disappointment.
“Terrible things.” the villain muttered, “Very, very, terrible things.”
The hero felt tongue-tied.
“Not as terrible as the idea of spying someone like me, though.”
The hero would have laughed, if not for the circumstances, if not for them.
The villain stood up, and went over the door, closing it behind as they left the hero to think more about it. They went to plan some little things to use if the hero tried to trick them again.
The villain tutted on their way out.
They reckoned that it was going to be fun.
Not a prompt.
