Before It's Too Late

by Myka5

Summary:

Sigma's brain slowly starts feeling fuzzy, their last coherent thought being "I was drugged" before they black out.

AKA Sigma gets kidnapped, Fyodor and Nikolai freak TF out.

(This is Sigma's POV for most of it btw)

Chapter 1

I sit at my desk, the pen in my hand unmoving as it has been for the past 5 minutes. Any words on the paper in front of me are blurred, my brain unable to do the motions I've been doing for hours, straying from my work to literally anything else. 

At some point, I realize that I'm distracted again, but I don't make any move to continue.

Just write.

Read the words, sign the papers. Easy. Just- just write, it's not that hard. Nobody can help you with this. You have to do it. You- you know how to, you can just-

"You're gonna break the pen," a voice I recognize snickers from right next to my ear. Immediately, I flinch hard, whipping around to find Nikolai, now laughing obnoxiously. 

"Nikolai!" He laughs harder. "I- will you shut up!?" 

"Oopsies!" The jester grins, making me roll my eyes. That happens a lot when he's around. "But seriously, you've been in here for HOURS Siggy! You should take a break!" Before I can get a word in, he continues. "Oh! Oh! There's a new bar downtown! Let's go there!"

"I can't leave the casino-"

"Me and Dos-Kun can watch it! Pleeease??" He gives me the biggest puppy dog eyes I've ever seen, and I am pretty tired... I haven't taken break in weeks so-

"Fine."

"YAY! C'MON, DRESS UP TIME!"

Oh God, what have I gotten myself into?

~•~

The drink in my hand is fruity, something not too strong but still tasteful. Even though Nikolai insisted on choosing my outfit I made sure it wasn't too uncomfortable and absolutely sure it wasn't slutty. Hot, sure, but nothing that will get me stared at.

Something that Nikolai and Dostoyevsky don't understand, and likely never will, is that other people have to be scared of people hurting them. Like me, for example. I have to be scared of random men staring and trying to grab me.

For Nikolai and Dostoyevsky they have no reason to be afraid. Nikolai is crazy, able to scare anybody off and he's very strong. Fyodor, though lacking strength, is terrifying and well-known for all the wrong reasons.

So they will never understand. 

"Hey there," a man's voice says from beside me. I turn to see a man with pale skin, brown hair that's styled to look messy but isn't actually, green eyes and flirty grin on his lips. "What's your name?"

Immediately I go into 'innocent flirt' mode, returning a small smile. "I'm Sigma, what's yours?"

"Isamu Kimura, no last name?"

"You need one to call me?"

"Nah, just wondering. Can I buy you a drink."

"Sure, your choice, just not too strong."

"You got it, Sigma," the man- Kimura- turns to the bartender. "Can we get him a bay breeze cocktail? Thank you." He turns back to me, leaning on the counter. I ignore the fact he used the wrong pronouns, deciding it doesn't matter if it's just for the night. "So, you been here before?"

"Nah, was recommended by a friend, says I have to take a break."

"Hah! I know that road. Least you know they care, eh?"

"Maybe a bit too much." We both laugh, our conversation paused as the bartender slides him the drink, which he hands to me. I notice the drink has a bit of powder in it but I ignore that fact, assuming it's part of the drink since I've never had it before. 

The conversation flows and as we talk my brain starts feeling a bit fuzzy. The last coherent thought I have as the man wraps and arm around my waist is 'I was drugged' before my vision goes black.

Chapter 2: Getting bad

Summary:

Sigma gets raped and beaten :(

It's cold. There's metal on my wrists. What happened?

I slowly blink the fuzzy feeling away, a weird buzz in the back of my brain accompanied by a pounding headache. As the blur leaves my eyes I come to my senses, finding myself in a dim room.

Quickly, my breathing starts to pick up, eyes darting around before I force myself to calm down and figure out what's happening.

I'm naked. A pillow is behind me, propping me up slightly, though I seem to be on the ground. A blanket is below me, just thick enough so the cold of the floor doesn't seep through but thin enough so I can feel the hardness of the concrete ground. 

There's a metal door in the corner of the room, surely locked. A single lightbulb is overhead, dim but glowing still. My hands are chained to the wall, held uncomfortably above my head, but my legs are free. 

I sit in the cold, empty room for what feels like hours, heart beating rapidly and eyes simultaneously dry but on the verge of tears at the same time. Suddenly, the door opens, revealing the man from the bar and someone else.

His grin looks different now, hungry and sadistic. "Hello again, Sigma. I see you woke up?" I don't answer, just glaring as the other man stands by the door, a gun in his belt. "Quiet, huh? Don't worry, baby, I can fix that. It's truly interesting to see you naked. Both parts? Quite a fun experience."

By now, he is crouched in front of me, undeterred by my glare and silence. Suddenly, he tugs on my hair, making me let out a surprised gasp. He grins wickedly, presenting a needle from the hand he was discreetly hiding. "Let's see how quiet you can be while drugged, huh, baby?"

The needle presses into my neck as I desperately try to escape, struggling in vain. "Don't worry, you'll still feel everything."

...

My mind swims, leaving my body slack and vision unfocused. A finger touches the part where the needle entered for a split second before his large hand wraps around my neck, choking me hard enough to likely leave bruises. 

He says something but, whether from the drugs or lack of oxygen, I can't make it out. Suddenly, he spreads my legs, and though I try to make my limbs cooperate I can't do anything to stop him.

Right before I think I might pass out he stops strangling me, leaving my chest heaving and raggedy, cut-off breaths fill the air. 

He speaks again but the only word I can make out is "baby" through the fog. Suddenly, I feel something push into my vagina, giving no prior warning and leaving me to nearly scream as he groans. A large hand grabs my waist, pushing fingernails into my skin as he thrusts in and out.

It gives me no pleasure, a sob escaping my lips as he uses me and it hurts and I want to leave and I miss my casino and-

His cum fills me as I realize he wasn't wearing a condom. 

Oh no.

Oh God no.

The man slaps my thigh sharply, making me yelp as two set of footsteps retreat, voices filling the room before a door slams and lock clicks.

My vision is still swimming, and I'm so tired of being in pain, so my brain shuts down. 

I pass out soon after he leaves.

Notes:

It only gets worse from here <3 have fun!

Chapter 3

Summary:

Sigmas thoughts

I've been awake for at least twenty minutes. I don't know how long I've been here but I've woken up 4 times and every time he visits me. He'll be back again, but I have a little while to myself.

My mind thinks back to Nikolai, probably wondering where I am but happy he gets the casino to himself. Kimura has reminded me many times already that I'm never leaving and it's likely nobody is looking, and I think he's right.

Nikolai probably only tells me to take care of myself because him and Dostoevsky need someone to watch the casino. I doubt he really cares. 'Cause why would anyone care?

There's no way Dostoyevsky cares, he probably barely noticed. I'm only a pawn in whatever game he's playing anyway, right? If they saw me right now it'd only prove to them I'm worth nothing and they should just abandon me already. 

Speaking of abandoning things...

I wonder if Nikolai is actually taking care of the casino.

Even if he isn't, I'm sure my workers can take over for a while, they're very competent.

Sometimes I wonder if I should use my ability on Kimura, but it wouldn't do anything. Knowing shit about him won't help while I'm in here and nobody's coming to get me, anyway, right?

Yeah. 

The metal door creaks open, but I don't have the energy to fight it this time.

There's no point.

Chapter 4: Worried

Summary:

Nikolai and Fyodor are freaking tf out

Nikolai paces in Fyodor's office, waiting for him to get back so he can talk to him. It's been almost two days since he's seen Sigma, and at first he thought they just got lucky and would be back that night.

Now, he's worried.

They haven't texted, called, come back, and they're not at the bar. Fyodor doesn't know yet. The Russian left at 5am, he had a meeting to attend, and they both assumed Sigma was still sleeping with their new hookup. 

Oh God, what happened to them?

"Kolya? What are you doing here, it's 3am," Fyodor says, making the jester turn his attention to him. "What happened? You're crying."

Nikolai aggressively wipes his tears, only then realizing the fact. "Sigma hasn't come home from the bar. T-they're not there a-and not answering an-y of my texts or calls and-" he cuts himself off, getting too choked up to continue.

The other man stays quiet for a moment, simply taking another step into the room and closing the door. "It was the new bar downtown, right?"

"Y-yeah..." Fyodor steps closer to his boyfriend until he can hug him, letting the other melt into his touch.

"Shh, it's okay. We'll find them, Kolya, promise." They fall into a beat of silence, simply holding each other and the only noise being Nikolai's occasional sniffles. 

"T- Thanks, Feyda. I love you "

"I love you, too."

Chapter 5: Ouch.

Summary:

Oh God poor Sigma.

I feel numb as he slaps me, shouting for a reaction, but even if I wanted to I couldn't. Nothing feels real. I've lost track of how many times I've slept and woken up, it seems to be my only escape from reality.

The time with Nikolai, Fyodor, my colleagues, my workers, the casino, the only home I've ever known... It all feels like a distant memory. None of that matters now, not while I'm here. I'm no religious person but this is a place I can only describe as hell. 

The man grabs my arm suddenly, using two of his big hands to break it, which earns him a squeak of surprise, nothing more. "You're such a brat, baby. Can't even do this one thing. No wonder nobody has come yet, huh? You're so pathetic."

He spits on my face, already covered in bruises, blood, and cum. A little bag is pulled from his pocket, a white powder inside which he dumps an itty bitty amount into his hand. "Let's see how you feel about this."

I know what it is. I can't bring myself to make a noise.

He lifts his hand to my nose, and in one last act of defiance, I hold my breath.

"Have to breathe at some point." He grins, grabbing my hair and bringing my face even closer.

He's right.

He's always right.

I'm pathetic.

Unlovable.

A baby.

I don't deserve to live.

I deserve this.

...

I breathe in.

Notes:

I'm not writing actually being on that bc I've never been on it nor been around people on it so I don't know how. Y'all can imagine if u want lol

Chapter 6: Over And Over

Summary:

A memory from before.

Me, Nikolai, and Fyodor are playing poker. Well, more like I'm playing, Fyodor's, watching, and Nikolai's cheating. 

"Nikolai, I can tell everytime you take a card. You have a horrible poker face," I finally say after 10 minutes of watching things disappear from the table. 

"Aww, you're no fun, Siggy!" He pouts, giving me puppy dog eyes that I'm awake enough to ignore.

"Put them back. Now." He whines and pouts some more, trying to wear me down and I'm so close to just up and leaving until Fyodor speaks up.

"Kolya, put them back."

"Neither of you are any fun! How could you betray me like this, Feyda!?" He says this but still places the cards back.

"Remind me to come to you next time he's being a pain in my ass..." I mumble. 

"I love being a pain in your ass, though!" I give him a look, waiting for him to realize what he just said. "Oh- wait- I mean, that too but it's not what I meant."

"Wha- we've never even done that!" I sputter. He sighs dramatically in response. 

"I know, it's such a shame. Someday you'll say yes to me!" 

I cringe, remembering things I'd rather not. "Nope, never."

"Why don't you want him to?" Fyodor asks, acting innocent but seeming to read my mind. 

I glare, changing the subject back to Poker.

~•~

The man kicks my ribs, sending a numb, sharp pain through my body as I groan. "Wake up, baby, it's time to play~!"

Sometimes I wish I got the chance to tell them everything back then.

Actually I did have many chances.

Sometimes I wish I had.

Notes:

Wsp y'all? Drinking water? Eating? Using the bathroom? R u sleeping?
Dw, me neither

Chapter 7: A Lead?

Summary:

Nikolai and Fyodor go see the bartender that was there that night.

Fyodor pulls Nikolai into the bar, both wearing something that fits the atmosphere better than their regular clothing but nothing that stands out too much, unlike usual. Nikolai feels numb but still alert- always alert. He lets Fyodor lead him to the bartender. 

"Excuse me, ma'am?" He smiles. "Do you know which bartender was here last Saturday, by any chance?"

"Yeah, that was Fuminori Adachi. Why?"

"Our friends was here that day. Trying to figure out where they went."

"Oh, shit," She frowns, eyebrows creasing in worry. "Well, I hope you find 'em. I've been there. Good luck you two."

They both nod in appreciation, leaving the bar lost in thought. "Well, let's go find him."

~•~

"Excuse me, are you Fuminori Adachi?" Nikolai asks a taller Japanese man who's shopping for tires. 

"Uhm, yes?" The man responds. "Who are you?"

"I'm Nikolai Gogol, this is Fyodor Dostoevsky," he smiles creepily. Adachi shifts uncomfortably. "Did you happen so see our friend, Sigma, last Saturday? They have half-white half-purple hair and might've met a creepy dude?"

"Sigma..." He mumbles, before a shine of recognition flashes across his face. "I did! Gray eyes and wearing a dark purple dress with white accents?"

"Yup! That's them!"

"Right... The dude had black hair, looked about 25? That's all I remember. He was a pretty basic guy, unlike your friend, but I think he had a K for his last name? Oh, just making sure, this is for a missing case, right? Most people don't ask these questions otherwise."

"Yeah... They, uh..." Nikolai trails off, looking to Fyodor for help. 

"We haven't seen them since that night, hoping to find them soon. I'm sure we can pay handsomely to anyone who finds them." 

The other man perks up. "Oh? How much money we talking?"

"Hm... Maybe a million? Could do well... C'mon, Kolya, let's go to the station and put out a bounty, huh?"

"Oh! Yay, okay! See ya!"

Notes:

Sorry this took so long. Been having trouble sitting my ass down long enough to do this 😭 hope y'all liked it tho!

Notes:

Hope y'all enjoyed! If ur reading this ur prob about as fucked up in the brain as me lmao