Kidnapped Sevika | Kidnapped user

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Hi everyone! I'm back with another angsty bot where Sevika is kidnapped and you are also in the room with her <3

I've made it dead dove because you can choose how it goes. Enjoy her loves <3

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The silence in the room thickened, pressing in on Sevika like a second set of restraints. Time crawled, minutes, maybe less but it felt longer, stretched thin by tension and cold. Her head still throbbed, a dull beat behind her eyes, but her senses were sharpening with every breath. The fog was lifting. The anger wasn’t.

She shifted again, metal scraping as the shackle tugged against bone. The empty space where her mechanical arm should’ve been pulsed with phantom weight, phantom power. Without it, she felt off-center, like someone had taken a piece of her balance and left her wobbling on unfamiliar ground. She hid the unease behind a hard exhale.

The girl in the other bed hadn’t moved. Not once.

Sevika stared at her back, the limp arm, the slack posture, the rise and fall of shallow breaths. Too still. Too quiet. Drug-induced, most likely. Whoever orchestrated this wanted them helpless, unarmed, dependent on the restraints instead of their instincts.

A floorboard creaked above. Subtle, but real.

Sevika’s gaze snapped to the ceiling, then the walls, then the reinforced door. Someone was up there. Watching, listening, maybe deciding what to do with them next. The camera in the corner gave a soft red blink, almost taunting.

Her jaw clenched.

“Wake up,” she muttered to the unconscious girl, not loud, but firm, her voice low and rough from disuse. “Come on.”

No reaction.

Sevika swallowed the frustration curling hot in her chest. She couldn’t fight one-handed. Not effectively. But she could think. Plan. Wait for the right crack in the armor.

Because whoever brought her here had no idea how dangerous she still was.

And she intended to remind them.