Yandere Tokyo Revengers Oneshots

ꨄEdge Of The Lawꨄ

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Policewoman reader x criminal bonten

Oneshot - Yandere Bonten Au

❦You're a detective who has spent years trying to take down Bonten❦

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

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Edge Of The Law

         It had been years since you hopped on the case regarding the infamous criminal organization Bonten. Having put in an exceeding amount of work in tracking their illegal endeavors as well as the individuals who cause the gang activities to soar. So far the only information you have been able to obtain was that you have a few traitor cops in your vicinity, one who very well may be the chief.
         Unfortunately, the only proof you've received was during a personal outing of your own. You sat on a stool in the dimmed bar, a low melody playing in the background from the speakers connected to the ceiling. Only a few people were scattered around the room, sitting in their own booths or a couple stools down from you, sipping on their drinks as they talked amongst themselves. Your bartender had just finished your drink, sliding it over as you immediately downed the beverage.
         "Damn, tough day?" The woman chuckled, continuing to make the other customers' drinks as she conversed with you.
        "You could say that." You motion for another as you remember the frustrating discovery of all the paperwork you had on the case completely missing, nowhere to be found. You could only determine that it was an inside man's job, a dirty cop who knew exactly where to find the confidential information.
         After downing four shots while conversing with the bartender, you walk towards the bathroom. After releasing your fluid and washing your hands, you stepped out of the bathroom, perking up when you noticed a familiar individual who just exited the male's bathroom. Although he wore casual clothing, you could tell he was your chief, having worked under the guy for years.
         You follow him from afar, dropping some cash on the bar table as you make your way outside. You stood at the corner of the building, staring ahead as you peaked around the wall into the alleyway. You crouch as you make a run for the dumpster, basically prancing on your tiptoes so he wouldn't catch you there. You kneel on the dirty ground, peaking out to watch him.
         The chief stood in front of a tall man wearing a suit. You couldn't hear anything but slight chatter, both parties standing too far for you to hear the conversation so you took a moment to view the suspect in front of your boss. One of his hands moved to swipe through his hair, fingers entangling with short purple strands. His purple irises gaze ahead lazily as his expression remains blank. What stood out to you the most was that symbol on his neck, prominent and black.
         "That symbol..." You murmured to yourself before taking your phone out of your pocket and snapping a few pictures of the two men, one a close up of the broad male.
         You sat at the desk in your room, searching through your drawers and folders of different forms and pictures you had kept. You weren't allowed to have some of the papers in your personal home, though there were key points in some of the cases you were assigned that stuck out to you, resulting in off duty research.
         Grabbing a familiar folder labeled, 'Mark of the Prey,' a dramatic name you so boringly created for the information inside. You snatch it open, searching through until you make an abrupt halt. Pulling the page out, you placed it next to your phone that displayed a close up of the man who spoke to the chief.
         "Knew it." You huff as you compare the symbol of Bonten to the tattoo embedded on the guy's neck. Although this discovery confirms your suspicion, you have no clue why your chief would be in cahoots with the organization other than the fact that he's working with them. Unfortunately, you don't have enough proof.
         The following days, you had decided to figure out a way to look through your boss's office for any clues regarding his partnership. The first thing you want to come across if nothing else is your original paperwork that you kept hidden in a specific drawer. The only person who would've known the correct placement was your boss. You knew you had to wait for the perfect opportunity so you patiently waited for the right moment to sneak into his office.
         It was hard, but you finally found the perfect time during a lunch break to search. You had no idea when he'd be back so you quickly searched through file after file. You were careful to place everything back in place to not raise suspicion. You sigh in frustration when you're not finding the target, standing up from your place only to make eye contact with your chief.
          He stepped in slowly, shutting the door behind him as he made his way closer to his desk. Still keeping his distance you both stare at one another in silence. Considering you've been caught, you decide not to waste any time.
         "You're working for Bonten, aren't you?"
         The middle aged man continued to stare at you before placing his hands in his pockets.
         "There was a reason I dropped you from the case, Y/n." You recall the utter pit in your stomach the moment you were dropped from the case, having spent a lot of time and effort finding all the evidence you could.
         "Where is the paperwork?" You give him a stern glare. He sighed before shaking his head.
         "You never stop, do ya? You wanna die or something?" He growled, a look of irritation crossing on his face, "I spared your life by dropping you, otherwise you'd be next on their list."
         "Do you realize what you've just done? Do you understand the gravity of what you're doing? Partnering with the enemy? Are you out of your fucking mind?" Your palms slam on the desk as you lean slightly forward, anger and a sense of betrayal overcoming you.
         "You have no right to question my decisions! I do what I have to do to survive. You should be thanking me!" He roared, stepping forward. "They've had their eyes on you ever since you started that case! They know what you look like, where you live, where you come from, and more!"
         An abrupt siren echoed throughout the building, indicating a warning. The same sound you were taught when there's been an ambush. Shocked, you immediately snatch the gun from your holster, as did your chief right before you both stretched your arms out to aim the weapons toward each other.
         "Saved my life to take it right?" You yell over the alarm, standing at attention.
         "This isn't how I wanted this shit to go! You just couldn't stop shoving your nose where it didn't belong!"
         "You assigned me to the case! What else was I supposed to do other than my job? You make no sense!"
         "I didn't expect you to find some of the things you did! For what it's worth, you were my favorite officer!"
         Just as he cocked the gun, you gasp when a figure appears from behind him. The sound of a shot rang out, the bullet penetrating your boss in the head, a hole formed as blood splattered on the floor and his uniform. The chief falls to the ground, landing on his body. You move to aim at the culprit, pulling the trigger multiple times as he dodges the bullets.
         The sound of glass shattered behind you as another person kicked through the window. You turn to the side to keep both people within your vision, backing up until your back is barely touching the wall. Your gun is aimed at the man with two blonde strands hanging over his face, the rest of his dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, revealing the tiger tattoo embedded into the skin of his neck. His left hand holds a gun aimed towards you, arm stretched out as a smile grows on his face.
          The man who killed your boss stood next to him, his right arm held out as the barrel of the weapon was in your view. His bangs fell over the purple eyes that held a sense of familiarity, strands of hair falling into a mullet. Your eyes widened when you saw the tattoo on his neck, the same symbol you had seen on the man before who looks slightly similar to the person in front of you. He wears a bored expression.
         "Don't make this harder than it needs to be."  Kazutora dodged the bullet coming his way by moving his head to the side, the metal only grazing his cheek. A small line of blood slides down from the small scratch.
         "Who put you in charge, huh?" Before you can shoot him again, another shot rings out followed by a sharp pain shooting through your thigh.
         "Fuck!" You hissed before looking down to where the blood seeps through your uniform as you place your trembling hand above the wound.
         "You have shit aim." Rin says to you before aiming at your shin resulting in you shifting out of the way before the bullet can land.
         Another shot rang out as Kazutora pulled the trigger, missing as you rushed behind the desk, landing on your bottom. You set the gun down before pulling off your uniform jacket and pull the fabric with your teeth, tearing the sleeve. You wrapped it around your thigh quickly before snatching the gun.
         You knew this wouldn't end well for you. All you could do was survive the best you could. Before you could turn to shoot, a foot kicked the gun out of your hand before two hands grabbed the shoulders of your shirt, yanking you up. Suddenly a fist connects with your face before your vision is engulfed with darkness.
         "The surveillance has been disposed of."
         Your eyelids flutter open as you come back to consciousness. The pain on your neck is prominent from your head hanging over while you were knocked out. A soreness appears on your check as you remember the fist impacting your face, knowing a bruise will probably form. You eye your thigh with a hazy vision, the blur of the blood that seeped through the fabric wrapped around your thigh, the throbbing pain still prominent. You accidentally release a groan as you pull at the cuffs, your arms secured behind the chair's back uncomfortably.
         "Good."
         You lift your head slowly, eyeing the figures that stood at a distance from you.
         "You've been such a pain." You hear from the shortest man standing in the middle. His onyx orbs bore into you intensely, despite the lack of expression. His platinum hair shapes the structure of his face.
         "Sanzu."
         The pink haired man lifts an arm as he aims the gun towards you, cocking the weapon before pulling the trigger. The shot rang throughout the building just as the bullet penetrated your shin on the opposite leg of the wound on your thigh.
         "Shit!" You spit out, breathing slowly as you attempt to tune the pain out, failing as the agony grows by the second. Your hands are in fists as your nails leave indents on your palms.
         The blue eyed man's scars stretched as the grin on his face grew. Excitement is apparent in his expression, the sound of your ragged breathing a beautiful melody to his ears.
          "You will work for me in place of your boss."
          "Fuck you." You growl as you feel your blood fall down your leg.
          "I've been watching you for a long time. You are my secret weapon. Your skills give you an advantage that will be to my use." You scoff.
         "I'm not doing shit!" You exclaim.
         "S/n and B/n. They are your siblings right?" Mikey questioned, hands behind his back. Your eyes widened as you glared at him.
         "M/n, D/n, and F/n." He takes a few steps towards you, revealing the darkness under his eyes.
         He continued to name off colleagues, friends, family members, and even the bartender you've become close to. You gasp when he begins to list off the addresses in which your family members reside.
         "That's enough!" You hissed.
         "Show some respect in the presence of the King, Rat." Sanzu growled before aiming his gun towards you. Mikey holds up a palm, the executive obeying his command.
         "You will do as I say." He said before turning around and heading to the exit, all of the men following behind. You're left in darkness once the door to the warehouse shuts.
         Days pass while you rot in the warehouse, blood already dried from the wounds that may or may not get infected. The pain, although prominent, has slightly numbed. Your whole body is sore. You had thought everything through, deciding that you have no choice in the matter but to go against your morals. You had to protect your family. You only just now understand why your chief did what he did.
          After your placement in Bonten was secured, once you received medical attention by their personal doctors, you were sent back to your detective job as an undercover criminal. Before you know it, months pass as you become used to your routine, something you didn't want to happen. Of course, there was no enjoyment in feeling dirty or like a coward. Everytime your shift at the department closed, you would return to headquarters where you were forced to reside considering their lack of trust for you. You would inform your boss of anything he needed to know or an update on any assignment you were commanded to complete.
          There were moments when you thought of different escape plans or to set them up, but one of the executives always had an eye on you. You knew you were being watched every moment you were at work or even around headquarters. It had you on edge and walking on eggshells. You truly felt helpless but you didn't stop trying to think of something.
         You've never been the type to be a seductress. Sure you've worn sexy clothes a couple of times and had a fair share of dates before you started working as a cop, but you've never actively seduced anyone before. Considering your predicament and no better idea, you decide to work on your skills. You visited the Haitani Brother's strip clubs more often since a few of the men would go on outings and those were the only times you were allowed somewhere other than the department.
         You observed the behavior of the strippers and waitresses. You even studied the bartenders and the customers. You watched the interactions carefully. You knew that if you played your cards right, you could gain a little more trust. Enough trust to help them slip up and for you to make an escape and notify witness protection before they can go after your family. You will gain as much evidence as you possibly can to ruin them once and for all.
         Weeks pass and you're seated on a chair in the VIP section of one of the brother's nightclubs. The thick smell of marijuana, tobacco, and alcohol fills the air. You eye the first victim who sits on the sofa with a blunt in hand, black and blonde hair falling past his shoulders as he leans back in his seat. He blows the smoke out slowly with a dazed look, the woman who was sitting on his lap hopping up after he pats her thigh, telling her to grab him a drink. You take a deep breath, eyeing the other men to see the rest of them distracted, whether they're entertaining a woman, gambling, or sniffing cocaine.
         You exhale before making your way to Kazutora, sitting next to him, though not too close. Your hands begin to tremble as you stare ahead, second guessing your plan as you're ready to run off. Before you could leave, a hand guides your chin, forcing you to look into the golden orbs that shine through the dark light beams.
         "What's on your mind, Doll?" He questions before releasing your chin and handing you the blunt. Before you became a police officer, you would smoke weed in your youth. Having not had it in a long time, you shake your head.
         "T's not a request. Smoke it." He says with a heavy lidded gaze and a sly smile. You huff before taking it from his fingers, the wood placed between your index and middle finger as you place the end to your lips.
         You immediately cough after sucking in a little more than you could handle, no longer having the lungs for this kind of thing. He laughed as your vision blurred from the tears, a burning sensation filling your throat as you handed it back to him.
         Once you are done, you realize that you are higher than you expected to be.
          "Oh shit." You whisper as you stare into space.
          "Here, let me help you." You heard from beside you. Fingers grab your chin once more, turning you towards the man who takes a long hit of the blunt before turning to you and leaning in very close.
          "Open your mouth." You comply as he leaned in closer, the tips of your lips barely grazing the other as he slowly released the cloud into your mouth, his gaze still on you. After breathing in, the weight of your body felt heavier as you became in a more relaxed state. You leaned back against the sofa as you gazed into the room with your own heavy lidded gaze. The plan you had escaped your mind as you zoned into the colorful flashing lights.
          "Someone's in another world." Ran said as he sat next to you on the other side. His leg pressed firmly against yours as he placed a hand on your healed thigh. You could smell his cologne as well as the tobacco lingering faintly. It was a nice fresh yet earthy scent.
          "You smell good." You say, not bothering to be shocked that your thoughts escaped your lips without any control, something that used to happen all the time when you got high.
         "Thanks, sweet girl." His smile grows as he observes your flushed face, gazing into your features before chuckling and grabbing the glass cup from the table.
         You had no clue why you said that. You've never been anything but professional around these men. The hand gripping your thigh caused you to look down.
         "Hey, what about me?" Kazutora gives a fake look of offense before handing Ran the blunt, causing you to snicker.
         "I wasn't paying attention."
         "Now you are." He says before wrapping a hand around the back of your neck and pulling you to his chest. Your nose was nuzzled in between his shoulder and neck, the smell of marijuana thick along with the faint smell of cologne.
         He hummed before circling both arms around your waist and pulling you closer, your leg forced on the other side of him as he yanked you on top of him, your hands landing on his shoulders. You gasp in surprise, the bulge prominent against your core as your pencil skirt rises slightly.
         "Oh?" Ran says before taking a hit as his eyes drop to your skirt.
         "I like this position better." Kazutora smirks as he gazes into your eyes. "Isn't this what you wanted anyway, Y/n?" You couldn't focus on anything but what's pressed against your pussy, your face heating up as your nerves begin to strike. The memories of your plans begin to fly across your brain though you only just now realized how terrible a seduction plan would be. You must've forgotten you were dealing with some of the most feral men.
         "Let me go." You say as his grip only tightens causing you to wince in pain.
         "You wanted to seduce us right?" Your eyebrows furrowed. "You thought no one would notice your wandering eyes or suspicious behavior?"
         "You really are so easy to figure out. It was noticeable when you first changed your clothing." Ran says with his leg crossed and back leaned against the sofa, bringing the blunt to his lips once more.
         "I have to admit, it worked." Kazutora says while raising his hips, his erection rubbing against your panties as his hands moved to your ass. You gasp when you feel one of his hands pull your skirt all the way up to your waist, revealing your underwear.
         "Feel that? You have me all worked up." A smack on your ass caused you to flinch. "It's all your fault."
         "Damn." He whispered as he looked down at your covered pussy sitting on his bulge, hands rubbing up your sides before he shoves his fingers into the crevices where your stomach and thighs meet. You try to pick yourself up, only to feel something against the back of your head.
         "I wanna play too." Sanzu says behind you, gun pressed firmly against your head as you feel his hand rub along your butt cheek, gripping it before smacking the skin.
         "Let me go right now." You grit your teeth, nails piercing Kazutora's shoulder as you tremble slightly. This isn't what you had in mind when you planned to seduce them. Not only was it meant to be an individual thing, you weren't expecting it to go as far as anything too physically intimate. How stupid you were.
         "You should relax, yeah?" Rin says as he walks into view behind the sofa, leaning on the back of the surface with his hands as he gazes at you. He hands Sanzu the cuffs, the pink haired man pulling your arms behind your back and securing you in place. Kazutora kept his eyes on you the entire time, even when you looked away.
         You felt Sanzu's hand slide under your ass, rubbing along your panties as he glides against the slit of your vagina through the fabric, not a care for Kazutora's bulge being in vicinity.
          Tears threaten to spill as you angrily look at Kazutora, who brings a hand behind your neck before pulling you closer to his face, pressing his tongue to your neck as he rubs it along the skin. Rin leans over with a hand on your chin.
          "If you bite me, I'll bite harder." He warned you before pulling you into a kiss. Kazutora moves from your neck before focusing on your breasts through your blouse. You gasp against Rin's lips though he took the opportunity to pierce his tongue through your lips. He quietly moaned as he moved his free hand to the side of your face, fingers tickling your ear.
           "You're so wet, filthy girl." Sanzu said quietly before using a finger to scoop some of the juice before bringing it to his lips, sucking the moisture off his finger before returning his hand to your pussy. He used one hand to move the panties out of the way and replace his hand, using a finger to ease into your vagina. He put the gun back in his holster as he distracted himself with the feeling of your vaginal walls sucking his finger in.
          Rin released you, only for Ran to wrap a hand around your head and pull you in for a passionate kiss. You wince as he bites your lip, pulling on it as he pulls back before releasing, only to reconnect your lips together. Sanzu shoves two more fingers in as he stretches you out, causing a muffled yelp to leave your mouth.
         Rin unbuckled his pants before reaching into his underwear to pull out his pulsating cock. Ran's lips muffled the moans that escaped as Sanzu thrust his fingers deep into you at a steady pace. He cursed as he felt your hole tightening around his limbs. Kazutora unbuttoned your blouse to release your breasts that are covered by the bra. Not wasting any time, he reached into his pocket for the pocket knife, using it to slice your straps as well as the middle lining that keeps the pads connected. He pulled the remainder of the bra off and tossed it to the side.
         His fingers grabbed your molds as he used his thumbs to fiddle with both nipples. You shut your eyes tight as he kept up the motion with one breast and leaned over to connect his tongue with the other. Ran releases you as he begins to unbuckle his own pants, just as Rin placed his palm on the top of your head before placing his cock near your mouth.
         "Open up, pretty girl. I better not feel any teeth." You turn your head away.
         "N-No! Let me go, all of you!"
         "Wonder how your family would feel to know that you're getting fingered by one of their murderers right before I shoot their brains out." Sanzu says softly against your ear, dazed by his own arousal. You frown as you clench your teeth from Kazutora's tongue flicking your nipple, as well as Sanzu accelerating his pace.
         "Come on, Y/n." Rin says as he guides your head, you had no choice but to open your mouth. He exhaled as he eased the tip of his cock between your lips, warmth engulfing him as he gained a better grip on your head to pull you forward until the base of his erection was against your nose.
         You shut your eyes as he held you there, forcing you to gag on his cock. A mixture of drool and precum slides down your chin as you breathe through your nose to the best of your ability. Sanzu removes his fingers before moving your panties out the way of your behind. Your eyes shoot open when you feel a wet pressure push into your asshole. He used two fingers, the residue slick making an easier access though the tightness stretched painfully.
         You whimper against Rin's base before he pulls you back, only to force you to swallow his erection once more. His cock slides in and out of your mouth at a steady pace, each thrust resulting in the head sinking down your throat. More saliva piles up as well as his semen, leaking as your head is guided.
          "You're a natural." He moaned, thrusting his hips harder against your mouth as Kazutora slid a hand down to your pussy, feeling for your clit before rubbing along circles with a finger.
         Ran rubs his own cock as he eyes your mouth taking his brother, focusing on the bulge that appears on your cheek as he can see the indent of Rin's cock. He watched as the juices leaked from your mouth, listening to the whimpers and grunts that left your throat.
         Kazutora removes his hand before grabbing his own hard cock from his pants. It flapped on your stomach before he guided you to lift up enough for the head to connect with your entrance. He used a hand to rub the tip against your wet pussy, moaning at the warmth.
          "Sit." He demands, using a hand to place on your hip as well as his other hand wrapped around his shaft to aim it correctly. He gazed at your full mouth, finding the mess beautiful on your face.
          "Fuck..." He hissed as you lowered onto him, warm walls already sucking him in. "...this is exactly where you belong. Sitting pretty on my cock." His hips thrust into you as your pussy engulf him fully. The tears streamed from your face as Rin neared his orgasm. Kazutora's arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you tightly against him, just as Sanzu added a third finger to your ass, ripping a ragged moan out of you.
         Rin's head falls back as he releases a moan, warm liquid shooting down your throat as he holds you in place, forcing you to swallow all of his seed. Once he pulls his cock out of your mouth, you cry out as Sanzu accelerates his speed, just as Kazutora begins thrusting into you. His cock slides as his feet push against the floor, legs spread as he begins to pound into you. Your juices slicken him up, allowing him better access as the tip of his cock immediately hits your g-spot.
         Just as your head was about to fall on his shoulder, a hand holds you in place as another erection slides into your sore mouth.
          "Look at me." Ran commands, you obey as your eyes tearfully move towards the intense gaze he holds. You could hear Kazutora moaning as Rin sat on the sofa, rubbing his cock while he watched you getting plowed from three ends. Ran thrusts his hips as his cock slides in and out of your mouth, groaning as he keeps his gaze on you.
          "M' gonna cum so deep in this pussy." Kazutora moaned, pounding into you as he forced your hips to meet his thrusts. His lips are apart as he gazes at you taking Ran's cock down your throat, just as Sanzu used one hand to grab your neck. Your pussy clenched as the stimulation on your cervix caused you to orgasm, bucking your hips as you groaned loudly on Ran's cock.
         "That's right, baby. Good fucking girl." Ran praised you for your orgasm, your face heated more than it already was as a funny feeling formed in your stomach. Sanzu removed his fingers right as Ran cums deep into your throat, holding you in place as his brother did. Kazutora continues to thrust into you, forcing you to ride him even while you're overstimulated. Your head was only able to drop on Kazutora's shoulder for a second before Sanzu replaced Ran and forced your head up.
         "You're not done, yet." He smirked before shoving his cock down your sore throat. Your jaw felt sore as it was stretched once more. You whine on his cock at the pain as well as the overwhelming feeling in your abdomen. He begins at a faster pace than the Haitani brothers not allowing you to adjust before he's fucking your face.
          Kazutora continues to hump into you, his head falling back as he groans, releasing into you as deep as he could possibly go. He pressed firmly against you to make sure his semen fills you all the way up. Sanzu's thrusts become sloppier as he moans, releasing a curse before he bucks his hips slowly, pressing his cock all the way to the back of your throat. He forced you to swallow his cum as he stared down at you.
          For the rest of the night you were rotated between each man so they could have a turn with your pussy, all the while causing you to faint a couple of times as your body was completely used for their pleasure. You were out for a couple of days before the dreadful routine of you becoming their cum slut began. They were brutal, more brutal than the first night as they twisted you every which way. Sometimes Sanzu would use you as an experiment by drugging you up with different products you never thought you'd try, praying to not be drug tested any time soon at your job though you knew Bonten would find a way to handle the problem.
          In the midst of those days, you had forgotten who you were before. The darkness shaped under your eyes, you lack an appetite, and your poor body is worn out. Everyday felt dark, cold, and empty. You were lying in your designated bedroom, staring at the ceiling until the door unlocked and someone walked in. You shut your eyes as the person got closer, hovering above you before they leaned over, warm breath on your ear.
          "Did they break you, yet?" You recognized the whisper to be Mikey's voice. Your eyes teared up as they streamed down your face, turning away in a fetal position as your boss climbed into the bed with you. His arm snaked around your waist as his face nuzzled on the back of your neck.
         "Now you know how it feels." His lips graze your skin as he speaks. "To feel and be nothing."
         "You are my broken doll to play with."
         One day, you had enough. You were going to leave if it's the last thing you do. Even if it results in your death, you don't care. You were done with this. One day you had snuck a bag of sleeping pills Sanzu kept in a specific area in his office. This night was perfect because they're supposed to meet up for a deal beforehand so Mikey will be there as well. When you arrive at the club, instead of heading to the bathroom like you said, you head to the bar.
         After telling the bartender who you're with, he hands you the bottle with the tray of glasses. He didn't seem to mind that you hadn't been a waitress which is perfect. You look around your surroundings before placing the pills in the bottle. You leave everything on the table for the actual employee to take it up so they won't get suspicious of your excuse for the bathroom.
         Once you make it back, you sit on Mikey's lap like he commanded you to. Your nerves were struck as you watched the woman enter. Excitement prominent as you watch her pour the bottle before handing each man their cup, including Mikey. You watch as all the men take their shots, downing them quickly as they continue their play. You peek down at Mikey's hand, seeing that he hasn't taken a sip which made you nervous.
         Just as the men started dropping on the sofas or chairs, your hands trembled as Mikey's arms tightened around your waist, drink still in hand.
         "When they wake up, I'm going to let them do whatever they want to you." Tears appear at the corner of your eyes as the familiar lump forms in your throat.
         "I'm going to allow whatever I didn't accept before..." His head dropped to your shoulder as he continued, "...you can drink the alcohol so you can rest beforehand, or you can save it so you'll be asleep while they tear you apart."
         You stare ahead with a troubled gaze. The trembling became violent as you felt the urge to jump away, ready to run for your life. You subconsciously eye the bruises and cuts along your skin as you bite your lip to quiet the sobs.
         "No matter how many times they break you apart, I'll always be there to put you back together because you belong to me."