Notice: I obviously do not own any of the characters or occasional voice lines I throw into this story, they belong to Overwatch/Blizzard. I guess I have to clarify that. Anyway, hope you enjoy my first fan fiction.
Waking up on a cold hard floor bound, wasn't Sombra's idea of a relaxing night. She didn't quite remember what happened prior to her kidnapping, but she does feel a throbbing headache, probably from being attacked.
Attempting to wiggle around on the floor she realizes she's no longer in her typical outfit, she's nude. She can feel the cold floor rubbing against her skin causing goosebumps to rise all over her body. The only good news in this scenario for her is that her mouth is not duct taped over. Whoever has her clearly wants her to talk...
After hearing what sounds like a large metal door sliding open, Sombra hears heavy footsteps which she believes are headed in her direction. Combat boots and the sound of a clanking belt near her slowly. She cannot see much, the room she is in is too dark to make sense of and her eyes can barely adjust. All she knows is this figure is standing over her.
The lights flip on and Sombra can see the outline of the person who has kidnapped her. The clothing details that of a man. Face unnoticeable under a mask. An all-white...skull? This must be some sort of sick prank. Who is he?
"Who are you?" his voice was deep and terrifying. Why is it distorted? His gaze stayed directly on her, as if this stranger could see directly through her. Sombra won't let that phase her though.
"What's it to you? And why the hell am I tied up like this? You some sort of pervert?"
Underneath the mask, the man went from piercing gaze to a complete scowl. He kneels down beside her and waits. Sombra has laid on her side hoping to avoid exposing her body any more than it has already been shown. Tilting his head the masked gentleman notices small scars along the top of Sombra's spine.
"What are you?" His tone of voice has yet to change.
"None of your business," Sombra rolls her eyes. "You letting me go or not?"
Grabbing the young woman by her head he pulls her up to sitting. "You've been spying on me. Why?"
Sombra remains quiet, she knows she has a hobby of snooping into people's lives but she didn't expect for this to happen. She covers her tracks well. How did this guy find her? She wonders if she has spied on the wrong person. Is this man dangerous?
"Listen pal, you've got the wrong idea," she explains.
"Oh do I?" his voice expresses anger. "Then please explain to me why the fuck you're looking into my past."
She avoids looking into the man's mask. It makes him inhuman and she knows there must be a man underneath that disguise. But who is he? She's uncovered many identities, he could be anyone. Sombra can't explain herself, she doesn't know who he is.
Frustrated with her silence the man grabs Sombra by her neck and brings her face to face with him. Sombra is bound by her wrists and ankles, but that doesn't stop her from trying to force distance between them.
"You're not an easy one to crack," he says. "I'll have to make this harder for you then."
Sombra rolls her eyes again, she's been through worse she's sure. And death doesn't scare her. There's nothing this nobody can do to force her to answer to him.
Being grabbed by her wrists, Sombra gets dragged across the room, has the ropes around her wrists adjusted and tied to a stabilized pole in the room. She is now on her back, completely exposed to him. Her body feels small and insignificant in comparison to his. He towers over her.
"One last chance, tell me who you are and what you want with my information. How'd you get it?"
Dumbfounded by the situation she is currently in, Sombra remains silent. Saying something might actually provoke him to do worse than what is already in store for her.
"I don't usually do this, but you've honestly given me no choice." She probably should have been honest with him. "Don't make this difficult for me, it will only hurt worse."
She tries clawing at the ropes around her wrists, her nails are long enough to do some damage to skin, but ropes aren't phased. "Dammit!" she screams.
The man sighs, "I told you to cooperate with me. You brought this upon yourself." The stranger finally removes his mask revealing a disfigured face. Uneven skin, scars that run deep: the damage to his portrait is so severe that portions of bone along his cheeks are visible. Unnerving. Although she is brought back by his appearance, Sombra looks beyond that and stares into his eyes. They look familiar, but they aren't of someone she's harassed face to face. It comes to her.
"Gabriel Reyes…?" her voice is almost absent. He smiles, she guessed right.
So, Sombra hacked into some Overwatch files and found some information on him. She didn't think it would matter. He was supposed to be dead. As in, not capable of being in front of her in this very moment. He died years ago. How'd he manage to survive? And how did he find out that she had information on him? This man was one of the "good guys" at one point in time. That being said, she probably can't explain her way out of this if he's this far gone.
The man exhales as he stands over Sombra. Her physique is stunning: feminine musculature and tan skin. It's a shame he has to ruin it. Raising a foot, he plants all of his weight down onto her sternum. If her will can't be broken, a few ribs can be.
Sombra wants to scream, but all of the air in her chest is pressed out of her. The pressure weighing down on her is unbearable, but she can't stop the old hero, he's made up his mind. Moving side to side, she hopes to alleviate some of the pain building inside of her, but he won't let up. He will keep her down.
Overwhelmed by the tension, Sombra accidentally claws at the skin on her own hands. She's about to burst, but before she can, he removes his foot from her chest. Surprised, Sombra inhales as much air as she can possibly get. She couldn't breathe through the pain and she can barely breathe now, but she's thankful for the moment of relief.
Reyes slowly kneels down beside her, Sombra can see something dark in his eyes. If he is going to hurt her again he needs to get it over with. The anticipation is causing her to hyperventilate.
Aroused with power, the corrupted soul gently guides a few fingers around the woman's throat. His captive's heart is racing and like a lost puppy, her eyes are pleading for help. It amuses him, to see her devastated. This is exactly how she should be. "Goodnight," he says as he stands and walks away. Turning off the light, opening the large metal door, closing it behind him leaving Sombra in total darkness. Bound.