5!! Please!! (and thanks in advance)
5) things you didn’t say at all
Trigger warnings for threats and allusions to past and future graphic violence
“You have such a pretty face,” the man hissed and Yuuri shuddered at the tone, malice twisted into every word. “It’ll be such a shame to break it.”
A hand shot out, clammy fingers grabbing onto Yuuri’s chin and forcing his face up so that their eyes met. Yuuri recoiled, pulling as far away as he could but the bindings on his wrists and legs that secured him to the chair prevented him from moving more than a few centimetres in either direction.
The sharp jerking movement sent a jolt of pain running across his chest, the bruises covering his torso from the less than gentle handling he had been subjected to flaring up again as he tried to suppress a wince. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to push the pain down, knowing that the bruises would be the least of his worries soon enough.
“Of course, we can still avoid all that unpleasantness,” the man smiled, although there was nothing comforting about the expression, just a baring of teeth. “All you need to do is tell me what I want to know and I’ll let you walk free.”
“No you wont,” Yuuri muttered bitterly, glaring at the man above him and trying to inject every ounce of distain he felt into his voice. The man let out a short bark of laughter in response, looking almost amused.
“You’re right, I wont,” he grinned, eyes flashing in the dim lights of the warehouse. “But I’ll make it quick. If you don’t co-operate on the other hand…”
“I’m not going to tell you anything,” Yuuri spat out before he had even finished speaking and felt a smug rush of satisfaction at the brief annoyance that flashed through the other man’s eyes.
“Fine, have it your way then,” he replied, lip curling disdainfully as he looked down at Yuuri. “That attitude wont last long, I can promise you that. I’m much less delicate with how I get my information that Nikiforov is.”
Yuuri flinched a little at the sound of Viktor’s name before he could stop himself, the wound still too fresh and painful for the reminder. His captor noticed immediately and his twisted smile widened at the sight.
“He’s very good and what he does, isn’t he?” the man purred, watching Yuuri’s face closely for any sign of a reaction. “He really makes his targets believe it and takes all their secrets without them even knowing about it. They love him right up until the point where he puts a bullet thought their head. I doubt you were any different.”
Yuuri refused to flinch again, tasting the bitter tang of blood on his tongue where he had bitten the inside of his cheek, determined not to allow any of the misery he was feeling show on his face. He wouldn’t show weakness to this man, not even as the truth was hurled back at him, undeniable and as painful as the moment he had first discovered it.
“You’d probably have been better off if you’d stayed with him though,” his captor mused, a twisted grin still leering down at Yuuri as he spoke. “He always does it cleanly. They never even realise what’s coming. I on the other hand, like to play with my food a bit more.”
The hand holding Yuuri’s face slid into his hair, wrenching his head back as Yuuri bit back a cry of pain.
“You really did love him didn’t you,” the man crowed, looking down at Yuuri’s face and Yuuri cursed himself for whatever slip of his expression had allowed the other man to see the truth beneath it.
Yuuri refused to answer, teeth clenched together to keep his mouth locked shut and wishing that the words weren’t true.
“I did love him,” he thought as the man above him laughed, though he refused to say it out loud. Much as he wished to banish the emotions, they still clung on, stubborn to the last. A stain that could never be scrubbed clean. “And somehow, I still do.”
It didn’t matter though. It’s not like Viktor would ever hear it after all.
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