The sidekick, the heroโs right hand man, is loyal and diligent.
If only they didnโt have a massive kink for being tied up and interrogated by the villain.
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โAnything else, boss?โ the villainโs henchmen were already done tying the heroโs sidekick up on the chair, ensuring the restrains were tight enough to prevent any attempts of escape.
โNo, Iโll take it from here. You can leave now.โ the villain declared, waving a dismissive hand to the henchmen as they marched out of the room and closed the door behind them, leaving the sidekick alone with the villain now.
โSo,โ the villain started, sauntering towards the table and sitting on the chair in front of the sidekick. โYouโre finally here. All alone. Away from that pesky little hero of yours now.โ
The sidekickโs expression was even, trying their best to stay cool and ignore their heart thumping with excitement in their chest at the very thought of being interrogated by the villain, all tied up.
They hadnโt expected to be easily caught like this without forknowledge. They were usually the vigilant and tactical type, so knowing those kinds of prospects beforehand and making a well-thought plan to ward them off was their flair.
But right now? That seemed to be an exception. And they hated how much they hoped for this day to come.
โI finally managed to capture you after countless of times trying and failing when I was so close to.โ the villain mused, crossing their arms as they assessed the sidekick carefully, looking them up and down. It sent a shiver up the sidekickโs spine. โThough, I must admit that it was quite the challenge, you know. You are quite the trickster.โ
โGuess this is your lucky day then.โ the sidekick deadpanned, looking bored.
โIndeed.โ the villain leaned in, tapping their finger on the table, โI saw you back then at the battlefield. You were quite impressive. Your performance was extraordinary; your swiftness, your intelligence, your diligence. No wonder that little hero chose you to be by their side.โ the villain sighed, โIf only your skills were put to good use. You would be perfect on the right side.โ
โIn your dreams, swine.โ the sidekick bristled, โIโll never be on your side.โ
The villain chuckled, sitting up from their seat and looming over the sidekick. They watched as the villain hovered over them and yelped when the villain abruptly yanked them by their shirt collar, focing them to look at them. โDonโt be so sure of yourself, darling. Who knows? Maybe your loyalty might fail you too, just like how your whatchfulness failed you today.โ their breath was hot against the sidekickโs ear.
The sidekickโs heart hammered, feeling their face heat up at the sudden contact. They hoped the villain didnโt see their blush.
The villain noticed the sidekick drop their cold and aloof mien, noticed how their eyes dilated in the dim room.
And for the first time, a smirk crept itself onto the villainโs face. โAh, I see.โ
The villainโs thin fingers that held the sidekickโs collar wiggled slightly, their eyes narrowed.
โYou like being tied up and interrogated, donโt you, darling?โ the villain murmured, their other hand caressing the sidekickโs scarred jaw.
The sidekick flinched at the touch. Uncharacteristically, they didnโt look like they knew what to do in this situation. Theyโve fought armies of enemies before, came up with solutions for complicated cases, made up perfect plans to infiltrate places, sneaked past well-trained guards, dismantled security systems and whatnot. They were a strategist. The hero always relied on them to accomplish missions.
They were the heroโs diligent and loyal sidekick, the heroโs second-in-command. They would never let anything make their loyalty waver.
They always had the upper hand in every situation.
Here they were, submitting to the villain, to their touch, to their tempting voice.
It occurred to them a second too late to jerk their head away from the villainโs hands and muster their professional and untouchable expression back again after it broke.
โDefiant, I see.โ the villain said. โI like it. Youโre trying to make yourself look like youโre in control, arenโt you?โ
The sidekick snarled at them.
โYou were always so diligent, so objective, so hard-working. You always managed to fool your enemies. You always managed to find ways to get away from my reach. But right now, youโre just a little helpless sidekick. Defenceless, in distress, hopeless. You canโt save yourself from me this time.โ the villainโs smirk broadened, โIn fact, youโre definitely enjoying it right now, Iโm sure, that you donโt even want to bother come up with some plan to trick me.โ
The sidekickโs face was beet red, their eyebrows twitching, fighting their emotions.
The sidekick hated themself for feeling this way. They hated how their emotions spiralled and swayed, whenever the villain hovered over them like that.
And worst of all they couldnโt deny the villainโs words. Just like they said; they didnโt bother trying to free themself from their restrains. They didnโt bother coming up with a good plan to escape, like they usually did. They did love it when the villain tied them up and interrogated them like this. It was phenomenal. It was exciting.
The villain giggled, utterly amused, and let go of the sidekick. They retreated back to their seat, propping their chin on their hand.
โSo, chall we begin with the heroโs location?โ
It was only the beginning.