༄ 𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝑶𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔 ☘︎

( 🍋 ) A Scribe's Promise [ Al-Haitham x Reader ]

Contains :
Non-con, Choking, Drugging, Bondage, Overstimulation, Mentions of torture

Do not proceed if you are not comfortable with any of those mentioned above

LAST CHANCE, BACK OFF IF YOU DISLIKE ANY OF THOSE...

(Continuation of ' The Way of The Scribe ' )

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The floor of the torture room was filled puddles of liquids, mixtures of your tears and arousal fluids. 
You have lost your sense of time, stuck in a room filled with the scent of sweat, blood, and sex for Archons know how long. 
Continous physical torture would be an option you'd rather chose than this...undignified method. 
The slick that has been constantly running down you thighs was very uncomfortable, not to mention how many times you've been so close to release, only to be denied time and time again. 

A certain scribe that has a very punchable smug in the corner of the room walked closer to your hanging figure.

"Still keeping your mouth closed?,"

You managed to flutter your eyes open and stared at him with hatred, (though you're currently thinking of ways he could satiate the growing needs inside you). 
A splat of blood and saliva landed on his clean porcelain face, good accuracy for someone who has been drained out of energy for hours now. 

Smirking, he wiped your spit from his face.
His hands gripped your cheeks with such force that the chains clanked in protest.

"Aweee, mad at me that much? Spill a word and I'll help you with all that, darling,"

Your hard stare made him chuckle, his other hand softly slipped your hair behind your ear. 

"Mind you, darling, even if you managed to come out from here... Your honor as a Mirror Maiden will be gone, they'll derank you to the lowest soldier... or worse, you'll become another useless failure, Dottore's experimental rat, toy, or simply tortured to death, we both know Fatui has no use for soldiers that has been caught like you,".

He went in closer, his lips brushing against your skin as he whispered to your ear,

"But if you give in, I'll take care of you, doll. I'll make sure they can't touch you and keep you safe,".

The chains rattled when he let go of you, your limp body swayed side to side along with it. 
His words sunk into your mind, it was true, like it or not. 
Your thoughts were all jumbled up, between what he said, the reality of it all, the dire situation you were in, and the annoying heat between your legs. 
You need to make a choice, both were equally shitty, but if the scribe were to be a man of his word, you wouldn't be dead at least.
Tsaritsa would never forgive you, but at least you wouldn't die green or exploding to pieces from Doctor's freaky concoctions. 

Al-Haitham was inches away from the door before you finally let out a sound.

"Say it again, darling?"

"The Doctor... he's going to make The Balladeer a god... He'll fulfill Balladeer's wish with the Electro Gnosis and take over Sumeru..,"

"Is that all?,"

His eyes bore into yours, looking for any hint of lies from what you said earlier.
You stared at him back challengingly, as if trying to prove that you knew no more, despite the feeling of your womb heating even more. 

A seductive chuckle escaped his lips, you swore it was the aphrodisiac talking, before he moved back and smiled satisfyingly. 
The scribe bit his black leather gloves off his hands, exposing his long and slender fingers.
How heavenly would it feel if those strong hands were to wrap itself around your neck as you were ravaged by the scribe mercilessly. 

Your imagination was popped when his voice rang in your ears again.

"I suppose I must reward you now, don't I?"