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Assassin's Creed Syndicate- Jacob Frye X Reader [5](2)

Title: Fish Out of Water (2)
Prompt: Continuing a few seconds after part 1 (I recommend a re-cap lol)
Warnings: Graphic Violence, swearing, also if you're scared of water/drowning, skip the second part-- I'll separate with '[#^•^#]'s to show you when it starts/stops. (They need to be bolded though) and LOL I know this is so bad but it's the best I can do when I'm half asleep haha... ha... *starts sobbing*
Spoilers: None
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Your hostage crumpled to the floor in a lifeless heap.

You were so screwed.

Unsheathing your hidden blade, you struck your closest enemy in the neck. Dodging other swords, you ploughed through two other Blighters, completely shredding their torsos.

A blunt instrument collided with your head. Darkness ensued.

[#^•^#]

Jacob wearingly blinked open his eyes; shoulders aching, wrists burning. The rope looped between the rungs of the back of the chair rooted his arms to the spot. They were tight. His legs were attached to the chair legs, restricting all movement.

His eyesight was obscured. He tried blinking, but the blur wouldn't go away. Jacob quickly noticed the slight friction burn against his neck. He then rolled his eyes at his own stupidity; it was a stupid sack.

Jacob sighed. He didn't know how long he was restrained there for, but it was beginning to hurt like hell.

Gathering his bearings, he recalled his dire situation.

Blighters, ambush, unarmed...

... Y/N.

His eyes tried to look around for you through his masked vision, but he saw nothing, and fear squeezed his heart.

He tried to speak, but fabric muffled his voice from its place between his teeth. It was (fortunately) a clean material, but it was coarse and rubbed against the corners of his lips. 

He pulled against his bindings with a strained grunt, yet all he could do was slump in defeat. He wondered where you were, and how long it would take before Evie and Greenie would notice your disappearances.

Suddenly, a door began to creak from in front of him, and he had quickly regained and identical position to how he awoke.

There were no voices, only footsteps, and as they grew louder, Jacob's heart beat faster. They stopped right in front of him, breathing loudly. Jacob made sure to slow his breathing and relax into his chair, albeit his fists were clenched.

The sack was ripped off his head, and instead of reacting to the light against his eyelids with a wince, his fists curled more until his knuckles turned white. Thick strands of hair tickled his forehead, but that was soon roughly carded out of the way as his captor in front of him gripped a handful and yanked his head upward, exposing his neck. His roots were nearly pulled clean out of his scalp.

"You can't fool me, boy." It was a man's voice, growling in a deep baritone pitch. Jacob never responded. Almost momentarily after, a hand gripped his knee and squeezed hard. It was his sprained knee.

Instead of making any sort of noise, Jacob bit down on his gag and snapped his hazel eyes open, giving the brute in front of him the deadliest stare he could muster. "There he is!" the brute chuckled, throwing Jacob's head into his chest where his chin collided and his teeth painfully grinded.

As the man clad in red moved away behind him, Jacob had to adjust to a brighter light (as the brute had shadowed his face just moments before).

As the clinking behind him reached his ears, he took a proper glance around. It was dark and cold. His nose had become blocked, but he was lucky in that regard, because he found himself in an opening of a sewer... a "crossroad" some might say.