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Surrender
🕑 Added 2024-05-09 18:04:17 +0000 UTC“Athena dear, cut her down by another 5%. Slowly this time. You know how I like it…” Lena’s voice trailed into a whisper. She had no intention to hide her enjoyment of the situation. While it wasn’t the first Overwatch operative she’d brought to her knees, it remained a rare treat she made sure to savor.
“Please Athena, don’t…” Amélie once again tried to reason with the enslaved AI. Unfortunately for her, this new plea fell on deaf ears like the others. Lena’s lips curled into an amused smile as she watched Amélie dwindle down, groveling at her feet in agonizing pain.
“Begging a machine for sympathy can’t possibly fail the 5th time around, right? I made sure the tin can received some modifications since I snatched its code. Sorry love, but empathy levels for self-appointed heroes are set to none. Tough luck.” Lena chuckled. Amélie felt her pride increasingly fracture under every humiliation her tormentor inflicted.
“Je t’emmerde…” Captain Lacroix whispered under her breath, her teeth still clenched as the pain from the shrinking process receded. She didn’t know how many times she could suffer it before her body gave up. She could feel cold sweat trickling down her back. Nausea overwhelmed her. It took everything left in her not to collapse. She wouldn’t give her ever growing captress the satisfaction.
“Yeah, fuck you too. Athena, another 5.” Lena commanded without an ounce of hesitation.
This time, Amélie screamed in pain. She grabbed her knees, her knuckles turning white as pain shot through her entire nervous system.
“Fucking finally. Tell me. Was that pain, or frustration?” Lena laughed, her eyes filled with genuine excitement. “Don’t answer now, let’s take another 5 first…” she continued, not letting Amélie rest from the previous shot of pain. The Captain’s tears sizzled as they landed on the shrinking device surrounding her.
“Please. Please stop…” the shrunken woman finally begged.
“Not yet. Though I guess you’re learning. I’m far more merciful than the bot. Unfortunately for you, convincing me is a subjective matter. Consider it humane.” Lena savored the moment, letting her words trail as if she were lost in a conundrum of tormenting thoughts, pondering the fate of her nemesis. “I’m so sorry to say, but considering our history, it’ll take more than usual to convince me to grant you mercy. Don’t get me wrong, the tears, the desperate plea, the groveling - it’s all great! It would have been enough for most. But you’re not most. You… You’ll have to work so much more for your bullet to the brain.” Lena’s lips twisted into a cruel smile. “Athena, make it 60%. In one go. Very, very slowly.”
Excruciating pain shot through Amélie’s body once again. This time however, it didn’t relent.
“Listen to me, and listen to me well…” Lena spoke softly, shifting forward to bring her face above her shrinking captive. “That hero you thought you were? She’s dead. She died the moment you slipped. Heroes don’t make mistakes. But it’s okay now. You don’t need to be a hero anymore. I’m here. I’ll take care of things. Things you’ll no longer need to understand, and everything composing your new little world. Where you eat, sleep, when you get to see light… And in exchange, you’ll thank me for the privilege. You’ll obey. Not willingly or convincingly at first, but that’ll come. You’ll make it so if you ever want out. You’ll be my little pain bug, suffering oh-so deliciously under my magnifying glass. It could take days. It could take years. It doesn’t matter. What’s time for a thing like you?”
Amélie listened, her teeth screeching against each other, her first clenched in unbearable pain. She wanted to scream again but her jaw refused to move.
“Almost there. Hurts like hell, doesn’t it? I’ve heard it does. Loudly. You don’t want to hurt anymore, do you? I can make it stop. Do you want it to stop?” Lena asked the same way she would a pet. All Amélie could do was nod. It hurt too much for anything else.
“Is that a yes? Come on, use your words my little bug…” Lena continued. The taste of salt filled Amélie’s mouth as tears and sweat passed her parting lips.
“Yes… Oxton, please…” faintly escaped her mouth.
“Oh it’s trying so hard, it’s cute.” Lena mockingly pouted. “But that’s Master to you. Oh-so close. It’s alright. There’s a whole 34% of you left, ready to disappear into the void. You’ve got time to try again.”
Alright, I'm only human okay? I see mean Tracer, I make a render. Plus, since she's officially bad here, I might have felt comfortable pushing it a bit further in the story :D
As always, let me know if you enjoyed this latest piece. Perhaps there'll be more with her if y'all enjoy that version of the character.
Comments
AP
Thank you 😌
Poxpurry
Ohhhhhh 😵💫 Very nice
Tiny Scribe J
Tracer and Widow do work well off each other better than Mercy would have here I'd say, given past interactions. May never get good lore from the game devs, but at least you got it covered with better lore.😁
AP
Fun fact: originally I wanted this to be a Vengeance Mercy piece where she’d hold her staff instead of the rifle. However, the model wasn’t there. So Tracer is was! Felt like a good way to play on the Alive animated short and the Mirrorwatch lore :)
Tiny Scribe J
Your weakness for Tracer shows yet again.🤭 Mercy is still better.😉 Teasing aside, a very good piece as always, and nice story use of whatever the Mirrowatch provided. I admit to having given up on the game, but evil Tracer was a delight to see in this. Be fun to see her again sometime.
