𝐏𝐓 | ❝𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳❞.
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Your life was never meant to turn out that way.
But the question here is: is anything ever meant to be?
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°•.various x fem!reader.•°
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⚠️𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀:⚠️...
╔════════════════════╗ ❝I don't want to die❞ ╚════════════════════╝
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You didn't know how nor why, but a sudden rush of adrenaline hit you when you stepped your feet on Japanese land. They didn't tell you a lot about the case, you just knew that you had to interrogate one of the most sought criminals of the whole country. You couldn't help the butterflies in your stomach, which resembled more a stampede of some kind of wild animal, when the imposing structure of the high-security prison came into view.
The corridors were grimly quiet, and a chilly breeze made your hairs stand on their ends. That you were nervous was an understatement. Your hands were clutching the strap of your purse, your knuckles turning white with the strength applied. Your breath was laboured and you could feel a dampening sensation at the back of your neck.
Cell 013.
You looked with wide eyes at the number carved in the cement walls, a little window on the door showing the dim light on the other side. If you squinted your eyes you could see a silhouette lying on what you supposed was a bed. You took in a sharp breath and mentally prepared yourself.
"He's not aggressive" They've told you. Yet, you couldn't help but feel at ease, your heart beating hard against your ribcage.
The door opened with a crackling sound, your nerves only increasing.
Stepping into the room, you noticed the dense atmosphere; your shoulders heavy and your senses alert.
"You've got visit, scumbag!" You couldn't help but flinch at the aggressive tone of the guard, but you tried to hide it nonetheless.
You looked at the back of the man lying a few feet apart from you. "He could crash me" was everything that came to your mind when looking at his complexion.
"Oi! Wake up!" You felt the thundering sound coming when the iron baton slammed against the headboard of the uncomfortable-looking bed, the man lying on it flinching slightly at the sound. "Behave".
Walking towards the other only piece of furniture in the room, you grabbed the chair and sat a few feet apart from him, knowing he couldn't reach you as his hands were chained next to the wall, not leaving him too much freedom to move.
"Security measures" they've told you.
"Can you leave us alone?" You asked not really looking at the curious expressions of both men, your eyes fixated on the file on your lap.
