《Smoke (Bakugou Katsuki x Reader)》Chapter 27
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(Y/n) POV
It was currently 8:56 pm and I was laying in my frameless bed fiddling with my fingers eagerly, waiting for the right moment- waiting for the signal.
I watched the clock mounted on the wall carelessly, counting every single second that passed me by.
Everything was dead silent except for the sound of the ticking of the old, raggedy clock and my own uneven breathing.
It was cold- very cold- when I heard the slight knock of one knuckle against the door.
I was now sweating ice cubes, wondering wether or not it was the scruffy, long haired, raven man or someone else.
Soon enough, the distinct crinkly sound of paper being slid under the small crack between the unkept floors and the creaky door flooded the quiet room and isolated room.
I waited a few- maybe 30 seconds- until I scrambled toward the door with hurry.
There lay a small piece of yellow notepad paper with only a few words scribbled on it with obvious urgency.
"At 10:25 pm you will break into the main dealer's office, get the keys and release the girls. I will take care of the rest."
I noted that there was a little arrow pointing towards the margen. I flipped the paper curiously and found a rough sketch for a map that was obviously of the perimeter we were in. A less that perfect circle enclosed what seemed to be the office I was instructed to sneak into.
"Alright, I can do this."
"You can do what?"
My blood ran cold hearing a female's voice not too far behind me.
I quickly stuffed the paper down my pants, unable to think of any other way to get rid of it.
I turned quickly after, staring at the source of the voice.
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It was indeed a woman. A gorgeous one at that, She had long, pin straight, navy hair. Her figure was a thin and tall one- complemented by quite large breasts and wide hips. Her plump lips were painted a dark maroon color. But the most striking part of her feminine features was her eyes. They were blood red. The brightest shade of red I could imagine. They were brighter than Katsuki's and even brighter than Kirishima's.
Her voice rang inside my head over and over. It was one of smooth texture. It was velvety and soft, yet intense and sensual.
"I-um"
"Well?"
"I can do this? Like I can survive this..." I couldn't think of any other excuse to make.
"Hm. Alright."
I stood up.
Okay, definitely much taller than me.
"W-who are you?"
My lips quivered.
It wouldn't matter how beautiful she was, there was just this terrible feeling I had about this woman standing in front of me.
She began walking toward me, the sound of her heels clicking against the tiles getting louder and louder.
The only think that overtook the sound was the pounding of my heart in my ears.
"I'm one running all of this you see."
Oh shit
"Oh."
"Mhm. I just wanted to take a little look at my new girls."
She began walking closer, which only made my heart beat even faster.
"There's a lot of girls under my supervision." My breathing wavered as uneven breaths made their way out of my mouth. "This place is quite large, y'know."
With every smooth sway of her hips, I became even more uneasy until she stood just a few centimeters from my face.
I stood frozen in fear and anxiety as her manicured hand made its way to me; cupping around my face.
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She leaned in closer, her lips almost pressing against my ear.
"So don't go wandering around." I started feeling a sting where her hand sat. I felt like there was something intoxicating in the air. I could barely breath.
"I wouldn't want you getting lost."
At this point I was squinting, feeling an intense burn on my face.
She then let go and walked away.
I fell to the floor, holding my face in one hand and my chest in the other.
I coughed for what seemed like forever, trying to catch my breath.
Tears filled my eyes for a few seconds before I wiped them away.
That woman....
I looked at the clock once more.
10:12
"Holy shit." I mumbled to myself.
I sat int the same place where I previously stood, waiting for the clock handles to make their way to the destined time.
I couldn't think. My mind had literally gone blank.
What kind of quirk was that?
Or was I just too scared to do anything?
I shook my head, trying to shrug the thought out of my brain.
I looked up again, noticing the clock handles had finally hit the time.
I stood up slowly and quietly. I made my way toward the door and started to open it with as little strength as possible in order to make the least sound possible.
I grabbed the paper from my pants, analyzing the map once again.
I peered through the little crack I had managed to open.
It was dark- not completely but nevertheless- dark.
I slid out of the room smoothly, now standing on my tip toes.
I squinted, trying to look at the map once more.
Ok left, then right, then right again and boom.
I quietly slid toward the room.
As I was about to open the door, I felt my chest get heavy again.
No
Fuck no please
Suddenly I felt a hand wrap itself around my neck.
As the burning began, everything started to get dark.
Is this it?
No please
Fuck please no
I can't die like this.
I tried my hardest to summon a flame, to try n' use my quirk against her but nothing seemed to work.
I had no way to fight back
I was a goner
An image of the ash blonde flashed in my head before everything went dark
Katsuki
Im sorry
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