Redemption (Midas x Reader)

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🚨 Trigger Warning: Brief Nonconsensual Sexual Content

"Boss? Aren't you supposed to be out on a date? What are you doing calling me over the..."

"It's...it's me," I weakly interjected as Maya spoke over the earpiece.

There was a brief silence before she continued, "Y/N? What...what are you doing with...wait, where's Midas?"

Good question.

"I...I don't know, Maya, he just...he just left..." I answered, the pitch of my voice gradually increasing as I choked back tears. "Can you...can you come and get me?"

She didn't hesitate. "Where are you?"

"I...I don't even know...he was driving, and it's dark, and...he just...and..."

Maya interrupted my incoherent rambling. "Ok, ok...just calm down...we can track the earpiece. I'll be there as soon as I can, just hang tight."

I didn't answer her, instead yanking the device from my ear after she'd finished speaking, carelessly tossing it back into the center console where I'd found it. Midas hadn't worn it on the date, but I'd been thankful to realize that he still kept it close, being lucky enough to discover it while I was frantically searching the car for some way to call for help. I hadn't known how to use it, randomly pushing buttons until someone answered. Relief had flooded through me that it was Maya who did so.

I reached a shaky hand up to grab the rearview mirror, and adjusted it downward so that I could look at myself for the first time since we'd left the Agency. I startled in shock at the stranger looking back at me.

My God. I look like a VICTIM.

My eyes were puffy and red, my hair a disheveled mess, makeup smeared across my face. But it was my new mark, my new golden brand, that made my breath catch in my throat.

It was a perfect impression of Midas' right hand, permanently seared into the skin of my chest. His hands were so large that the imprint from his thumb reached up above my collarbone onto my neck, the rest of his fingers splayed out wide onto my left shoulder, much wider than would have been necessary to cover the small S.

I gingerly placed my own seemingly tiny hand atop it, wincing as I did so. The metal itself was cooler than I expected, the skin around it inflamed and hot. I could no longer feel the scarred rough edges of the S that had become familiar to me over the years, in its place a smooth gold that glistened in the car's overhead light.

I delicately pressed down until the pain became too much, in order to test its depth. It was definitely more superficial than the first mark he had given me, possibly only extending through the first couple layers of skin. My heartbeat felt almost muted underneath, the normal dull thump replaced by a percussive tap that was much less noticeable beneath the gold plate.

I averted my eyes from the mirror and looked directly down at my naked body, at my soiled dress wadded up at my feet. After climbing back into the car I had tried to pull it up, only to find that at some point the right strap had broken, and my skin was too tender on the left side to allow the fabric to rub against it. Instead I had opted to just push it the rest of the way down, using it to wipe the cum from between my legs before discarding it in the floorboard.

I suddenly realized how visible I was, the dome light glaring on my nude skin, the glow effusing from the interior of the car being the only source of illumination for miles around. Although it was unlikely someone would chance by, I yanked the door closed, leaving myself alone inside in the dark.

The quiet was discomfiting. I may not have been able to feel my heartbeat with my palm but I could hear it in my ears perfectly well, the rapid thudding being the only noise audible once the ambient night sounds were quelled when the car door slammed shut.