Vengeful W.L.F [Ellie x Reader]

[3]: Trouble

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Taking a deep breath, you step into Isaac's office. You're greeted by one of his guards, they motion you over to Isaac's desk, and as you walk further into the room, your eyes land on your groups leader.

"Ah, y/n, it's about time you arrived." he speaks, standing from his chair and walking over to you.

"I'm sorry about being late. I was still unpacking and greeting some friends when I was told you wanted to talk."

He nods and leads you over to his mini bar "Care for a drink?" you peer over his shoulder and watch as he grabs a bottle of bourbon. You clear your throat and shake your head "No thank you." he nods and pours himself a glass, taking a sip of the alcohol when he feels the glass is full. 

Your eyes follow him as he walks towards the offices windows. He peers down at the stadium that holds most W.L.F members and takes another sip of his beverage.

"What was it you wanted to talk about?" you questioned hesitantly.

Isaac stays silent for a few moments, fingers tapping on the glass he held in his hand.

"I heard your group fulfilled their mission, yes?"

You swallow thickly and nod your head "Yes, sir." you spoke. He nods and hums, turning to look at you.

"And I'm assuming you had no trouble completing it?"

"N. . No sir, no we didn't."

He quirks a brow and sets his glass down "So then why was I told that you tried to stop the mission?" your breath catches in your throat and your heartbeat speeds up.

"I'm not quite sure what you mean."

"You don't?"

"N. . No sir."

He hums and nods his head "Then I assume that you won't have any left over scars from when Abby beat you." "Well-" "Lift your shirt, y/n."

You stare at him and take a step back "I don't feel comfortable with doing that, sir." "No?" you clear your throat and shake your head.

"Well if you don't want to do it yourself." He shrugs and motions towards his guards. They grab a hold of your arms, and instantly you start thrashing around.

"Hey, let me go!"

You continue to try and get out of their grasps, but it's of no use. You wouldn't be able to get out without causing them harm, and you knew that if you harmed them, Isaac would for sure harm you.

"Lift her shirt."

The guards nod and grab the hem of your shirt, lifting it up to expose the scar along your abs where Abby's knife had plunged into your skin.

Isaac walks over and runs a finger along the scar. You wince in disgust as he continues to run his finger along your torso, a shiver running through your body as he stares at you with a look of slight lust and anger.

"You tried to save a man that killed many. You protected a stranger and fought against a fellow group member. That's treachery."