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[Criminal!Sasuke x reader]
Mafia!AU
Warning: Violence and death
Blood splattered across the ground and over the walls as another fist connected with your face. Instead of breaking down, you managed to keep your head up. Your face showed no emotion; no pain, no anger—nothing. Inside, however; something very different was happening and your heart was assaulted by sadness and impotence.
No complaint, or word had left your lips yet. You wouldn't even wonder why—of all people—it had been you the one being kidnapped, being tortured that way. You had accepted cruel people existed, the same way good souls could be found along one's path; and it was a matter of luck—or lack of it—whether you ran into one kind of the other.
Your hair fell in curtains at both sides of your wounded face after another punch came your way. You could taste the blood in your mouth, feel a trail of said substance rolling down your chin. Letting your head drop, your eyes locked on the puddle of blood around your broken body; your blood.
Everything was blurry, and your brain threatened to shut down for good. Behind your eyes, a burning sensation pushed to flee. But you didn't let those tears escape; you had promised yourself you wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing you cry.
Your hands hurt, as well as your ankles; but you had long stopped trying to break free, and they remained strapped to the metal chair you had woken up on.
“You know why we're doing this, bitch?” one of those thugs asked, a cruel smirk spread across his lips as he stared down at you. Your emotionless expression turned into a disgusted one as he grabbed your bruised face with his rough hands.
“Stop.”
Your eyes darted towards the owner of that familiar voice. Lifting your head hesitantly, you found yourself staring into those dark eyes you had grown to love over years of mutual affection. However, as you looked into them; something shook you to the core—it was like peering into the void; nothing glowed in them. There was no love, no care, no concern—just an emotionless façade that scared you beyond belief.
Unexpectedly, his lips crashed onto yours. It was fervent, hungry and desperate; a kiss that left you breathless when he pulled away.
And then, he was walking away.
"Sasuke?"
A confused, quiet whisper.
Realization crashed upon you like a bucket of icy water a second after, and you watched in horror as Sasuke pulled out a gun and gave it to one of his men.
“Why!?”
Tears began to fall from your eyes freely—if they wanted to get a reaction out of you, that did it. Your heart was torn, your soul felt empty; and everything you believed in—all those years of passion and commitment, of laughter and tears, of unconditional love—crumbled at your feet.
“Because you’re in the way.” He glanced at your bruised form over his shoulder before sending you a glare that could have frozen time. “I can’t reach my goals if you’re here.” His voice sounded almost inhuman, fierce and cold.
Pain was all you could feel now, but those bruises on your body were nothing compared to the bleeding wounds opening inside.
“You know what to do,” he said before heading for the door, not sparing you a last look.
A whisper followed him though, one full of disappointment and agony; spoken directly from your broken heart.
"How could you?"
And for a fleeting moment, you could have sworn he hesitated.
But then a gunshot echoed, and everything was gone.
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I trembled when I said “ How could you?” Now that is mutural betrayal
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