Based on Bruno Bucciarati x Reader fanfiction "unzip me, capo.", written by firetruck (on AO3) and translated into russian by LyvinVerse (me).

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Bruno Buccellati sits cross-legged in an armchair, his cold gaze sliding over the trembling figure in the corner of the room. You press yourself against the wall, your fingers digging convulsively into your own shoulders, as if you're trying to make sure they were still in place. Your legs tingle from previous manipulations, making it hard to stand...

"You're awfully quiet today." Bruno smiles, yet there is nothing human about that smile. The silence of the room is broken only by the ticking pendulum of the clock.

"It wounds me to find you so eager to escape this place..." His voice is soft, almost gentle, but there is unyielding steel in it. You messed up. "Am I really treating you that badly? Are you starving? Or hurt?"

You already knew that the answer doesn't matter. Not after an attempt to leave a cozy house far outside the city, which Buccellati so graciously offered for you to rest in after a decisive injury on a mission. It's a pity that you don't remember well what happened back then. And now severe consequences for ungrateful behavior might find you either way.

You murmur: "No, I... I just…"

"Sticky Fingers." He only whispers at that.

Woosh. A moment later your hand gets detached from your body, falling to the floor with a thud. Bruno just smiles at the soft gasp that escaped you, lifting the limb and examining it as if it were a rare curiosity, almost lovingly, muttering:

"You have no idea how beautiful you look, accepting a deserved punishment."

He slowly approaches you, reaching out and running his fingers over your cheek, then abruptly slapping you. Sharply.

"Don't cry, if you are going to. You're aware that I can always put your limbs back in their place. Say a word." His ability works flawlessly: no blood, just a clean separation. But fear, that animalistic, all-consuming terror and helplessness, is what he loves most to observe in you while unzipping your parts one by one.

"Or maybe next time I'll leave you without hands all day?" Bruno whispers, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead. "What do you think of the idea?"