𝑽𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂 [M.Kaiser x reader]

• Chapter 33 •

"She will suffer her own torture too!"
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A couple minutes before

The small fire he had started began to break free , it crept toward him slightly the heat searing his skin. Michael's body was severely bruised , but at this point the pain was almost background noise like something he had learned to ignore.

He had broken free from the ropes that bound him by creating a fire that burned them off from friction. Now, his wrists were raw.

Michael slumped against the wall, catching his breath as he heard footsteps that were light but purposeful echoing nearby . She was coming.

Hildegard.

Michael narrowed his eyes watching as she burst through the doorway. Her eyes scanning for him as if he was her prized hostage.

So the lure worked?

The moment she stepped out, he lunged head first tackling her to the ground with a force that sent them both sprawling.

They wrestled aggressively. Hildegard pulled at his hair trying to yank him off, but Michael was not bothered. He sent sharp precise kicks to her back, each one met with a a muffled groan.

Her grip on him weakened as she gasped for air, but just as Michael was about to deliver another blow a group of figures in black appeared from nowhere.

They grabbed him, prying him off her and throwing him back. He swung at the figures wildly, his foot connecting with weirdly hard muscle. He was outnumbered. Still his rage was uncontainable and he fought like a man possessed.

"Hey!" he yelled toward the building, his frustration spilling out in a desperate scream.

"Wake up! One of you be useful for once!" He twisted trying to break free again, but the figures held him down as Hildegard stood dusting herself off. An arrogant smirk tugged at her lips.

"Where's the necklace?" she sneered at him.

"Did Y/n take it?"

Michael didn't answer. His jaw clenched as he glared at her, burning into her face. Hildegard rolled her eyes playfully , clearly amused by his silence.

"Smart plan, I'll admit," she continued, glaring at him like a predator. "But it won't stop you from going to jail. You and that little mental case of yours." She let out a small irritating laugh.

"You're acting like that isn't your daughter." He sneered back at her.

Hildegard narrowed her eyes, "I don't have to claim her, do I?"

"Just like how your mother doesn't claim you, right?"

He hit her with a sharper glare , questioning her words but he didn't ask questions. As he struggled, Michael noticed something. A glint of metal on one of the figures. There was a gun.