Jack grunted as he wiggled in his chair, trying to squeeze his wrists out of the ropes that bound them together, but just when he was starting to dislodge his broad hand from the tight bind the ropes suddenly tightened. Jack gasped at the chafe, goosebumps prickling along his flesh as he suddenly felt warm fingers slid up his restrained forearms.
“Ah ah, sweetheart, can’t have you escaping just yet,” came a voice over his shoulder, warm and acidic as it tickled against the shell of his ear. Jack grunted angrily, trying to catch a glimpse of his captor only to have the back of the chair hoisted effortlessly into the air, spun around, and dropped with a trembling thunk against the ground that the CEO felt in his tailbone.
He gasped in pain, disoriented from the sudden change. His features twitched from the lingering shock vibrating up his spine, eyes narrowing angrily at whoever this jerk was. However, as soon as his vision swam back into focus his jaw dropped, face slack in surprise.
Because the man standing in front of him now wasn’t some kind of bandit warlord, nor any mercenary or vault hunting scum. It wasn’t even someone from another company or a masked assassin.
It was Jack himself.
Commission for @handsomepeacock of Scorpion Jack/Peacock Jack based on this picture! Was really fun to do! 🙂
“Polyvalent”
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