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Author Topic: I was gonna die  (Read 165 times)

Description: Lionel; nsfw, sexual assault

Offline Aleksy Grey

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I was gonna die
« on: Jun 30, 19, 11:03:57 PM »
Some sounds she never forgot. There weren't many of them: the labored panting of a man rutting into her body, the wet splat of blood hitting the hard wood floor of her bedroom, the alarm-screech of the boiling kettle. There weren't many, but she never forgot them. They followed her from place to place, a red trail of fear after the slick slide from kingdom to kingdom. Mostly they were soft, a background buzz of remembered danger. Ignorable, and often ignored. When they wailed into her head, drowning out all else, that was the time when she had to worry. There was danger coming.

There had been no such siren for the attack on Sheyla, because Sheyla had never truly been in danger. Since coming to Little Terreille, the alarm in her head hung untouched, dust growing on the flat sides. It hadn't been needed. It hadn't been wanted. Now, today, it had kicked up, all those sick sounds pounding into her skull with each throb of the arteries in her skull. The danger was not only coming, the danger was here, and it was so close to her now that she could not determine its direction or its trajectory. On her desk, the web she'd woven to read her future hung blackened by the power of a stronger will and a flash of true-blue eyes seared behind her own golden stare. Her hands shook as she crushed the frame beneath her hands, her bit-quick fingernails catching on the thin threads of her Widow's sight.

Too close now. She knew the target of the danger: it was not Sheyla, it was her. But whose attention had she caught? In whose web did she dangle, silent and unstraining? There was no way to know, not with the Darker Widow blocking her vision.

Outside, she heard bees buzzing, the wind rustling through the trees of Sanctuary. Inside her head, the grunting, the slick drip of blood down her thighs, and the screaming. With such a cacophony, it was no surprise that she never heard the door behind her open.





Offline Lionel Kelly

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Re: I was gonna die
« Reply #1 on: Jun 30, 19, 11:58:20 PM »
Lionel's skin itched.

No amount of scratching would ease the itch. Nothing made it stop. Worse: he couldn't even scratch it because if he did then he would claw at his flesh until he bled and Aleksy would know and she would heal him and--

Thinking about Aleksy made him feel a way he did not like. A way that made him feel desperate and hungry, wanting to sate a need long forgotten because it held no place within him anymore. Yet there was a whisper in the back of his mind, one that sounded familiar--a lot like the Priestess that had been nice to him; told him about home even if it was no longer home--and told him to enjoy himself.

Not too much, no. Just make himself ready. To enjoy the gifts sent to him from his Master. Lionel shook his head, pain lancing through it. He had no master, he was his own man. Markus Niksala was not here, he was in Glacia, and had no idea where he was. It was fine.

Except it wasn't. Just like he once more was collared in a far more intimate way than ever. Even if he could not mentally acknowledge or process it.

The pain within his head grew worse and worse. There was only one thing that would make it better: Aleksy. That was reasonable, wasn't it? Aleksy could make the pain go away, make it stop and not hurt anymore. It was time for the Healer to be ending her day, for Lionel to be with her as he was meant to be.

With each step towards Aleksy, moving through the hallways, the whispers in his mind grew louder. The package he carried was a leaden weight in his hand as he opened the door.

She is weak--

Lionel closed the door behind himself.

She lied to you--

"Aleksy," called Lionel, his voice sounding as if it were coming from a great distance away.

She led you astray--

Lionel moved closer to her, the pain in his head lessening with each step. The itch was gone. He knew what needed to be done. He was not some weak thing. He knew his place. It was back home with his Master, not here in this land untouched by their Dark Religion.

You'll get Aleksy Grey alone--
You'll show her her place--
--until her Jewels break.


"I have a gift for you."



Offline Aleksy Grey

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Re: I was gonna die
« Reply #2 on: Oct 31, 19, 08:17:42 PM »
Her hands itched for the cards. She wanted the cards in her hands, she wanted to lay them out in their carefully prescribed patterns, she wanted to delineate the polite and proper fictions about where she lived and who she was. The door needed to stay closed. If she stayed alone through this night and the next night and the next, she would be safe.

Her shoulder twitched, oddly, rolling back. Papa had grabbed her like that, twisted her arm up behind her until her wrist almost touched her cervical vertebrae. Cervical. What a funny word. It described two parts of the body, two necks, and Aleksy wanted to wring them both. Make them both stop ticking along inside her. If she went still and dead then she would never have to face this either. Blood down the insides of her thighs, the wailing and screaming from someone else's throat. Something else's throat. She put the baby in the garden and she covered it all in dirt. Inalia! Why had she ever left Inalia?

The door creaked open behind her. She stood facing her desk, the Widow's web on its flat surface mouldering before her. A time-lapse of decay. The world was going to end today, she knew, the world was going to fall to pieces and she was going to watch it fall apart right here, on her desk, as the spider-silk turned black and rotten and stiff and it fell apart. Into little pieces. Drips and drops of blood and Tiger Eye beads. "No," she said, but the door closed behind Lionel anyway. "No. Go away, Lionel, I don't want you here."

Don't do what you're going to do. Don't be who you're going to be. She couldn't move. She couldn't think through the screaming in her head.