#knife violence
Loyalty’s Price for a Saber’s Worth
For@amonthofwhump’s Mafia Madness!
Prompt: Snitches and Stitches
Tagging the crew: @ocean-blue-whump,@for-the-love-of-nsfwhump,@gottawhump,@ocean-blue-whump, and @winedark-whump
Referencing@ocean-blue-whump ’s Nessa because she and Farkas are a bad couple!
CW: Pet whump, BBU, lady whump, organized crime, conditioned whumpee, derogatory language, gun violence, knife violence, bondage, death threats, mentions of past abuse and torture, mentions of drugs, Faraday and Farkas deserve their own warning, and death (not a major character)
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Saber stood to the side of the room, closest to the door, her eyes locked dead ahead while Faraday and Farkas, his nephew, both were roaring at a man that had gone to blab to the police about some shady shit happening at one of the warehouses by the pier. Their screaming always terrified her, but she couldn’t let that show.
She was built to handle it all and trained how to be a good Abernathy dog, worthy of a special collar that separated her from the domestics and romantics, but… not like it mattered when it came to Farkas. She was scared of him the most, especially if Nessa, his girlfriend, was around too. They both knew just how to make her miserable, and she knew that she couldn’t let the pain be shown unless they wanted it obvious. They’d make sure of that at least.
“Really?! You thought the cops were going to put you in some witness protection shit, Winston? Are you fucking stupid?!” Farkas asked, slapping the man who was tied up, his hands tied up above him with chains. Saber used her peripherals to see that the man was stripped down to his boxers, his torso covered in splotches of black and blue, red accented wherever it managed to find the canvas that was their unmarred skin.
A laugh came from Faraday and he held a knife under Winston’s chin. “I have half a mind to send your ass to WRU, have them wipe you, and give you to your wife, so she can see what a disgrace you became. At what cost, hmmm? You thought you were going to one up me or something? How about I just get rid of your entire bloodline and have you bury them?” He inquired, digging the tip of the blade in, the poor man sobbing and looking up at his torturer.
Mafia Madness - Initiation
tw: murder, blood, knife violence, ritualized murder, mentions of religion/Catholicism, forced gender roles, implied forced marriage, implied/threatened violence against a family member
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“You can do it, ma petite puce. I believe in you.”
Adrián pleads for his life from behind the cloth around his mouth, and Elodie cannot help but to track the tears as they make their way down his cheek.
He doesn’t want to die.
So he shouldn’t have told the Mouret family about their upcoming job.
Now, he willdie, it is just a question of if Elodie will do it or if someone else will have to.
Traitors don’t have names. Traitors don’t have faces. They lose that right the moment they squeal.
But she knows him.
