Get Out Alive.

Yarrabelle · 01-17-2024, 02:48 AM

she’s scarcely aware of her slip-up or the effect it’s had on this man, scarcely aware of anything until the pressure on her throat deepens, gains a weight and purpose that sends alarm bells ringing through her mind. this isn’t the careful application of mere moments ago, a measured pressure intended to suspend her between the worlds of conscious and unconsciousness. no, this is desperate and wild and vaguely unhinged; there’s a dangerous glint in his eye that suggests he might just crush her windpipe if her answer isn’t to his satisfaction. somehow the tables have turned while she wasn’t paying attention, the rules to this wicked game have changed so abruptly she hasn’t a chance to gain her bearings. this, combined with the sinful pleasure-pain blooming through her womanhood, makes it hard to get a grasp on the situation. she feels wrong-footed, out-of-control in a manner so different to the blissful oblivion of mere moments ago. and then there’s the words themselves, the demand he makes of her as he pins her to the earth. ’my…daughter. you know my Absinth?’ there’s something truly chilling in the way he says it, a propriety that churns the pit of her stomach like storm-laden waves. that madness is back in his gaze, and the presence of it in conjunction to Absi…it turns her veins to ice, makes her wish she could take back Absi’s name and covet it for herself like a damning secret. maybe he’s speaking the truth, and Absinth really is his daughter. but Yarra’s witnessed the depravity of men long enough to recognise that look on his face. lust. hunger. pure, unadulterated want.

a bout of nausea grips her, and it takes all her strength not to let it show. she has to play along, to feign stupidity. to get out of here, away from this man - to survive so she can tell Absinth. warn her. whatever the fuck. but despite the urgency of these thoughts, Yarra hasn’t the strength to do more than draw laborious breaths into her aching lungs, eyelashes fluttering as consciousness continues to allude her. he’s really doing a number on her, dammit - and what was thrilling before has turned chilling. dangerous. but maybe…maybe she can use this to her advantage. “your daughter?” Yarra slurs the words, which isn’t hard given how heavy her tongue feels in her mouth. ”i dunno your daughter…never heard of her.” lazily she thrusts up into his grip, relishing the pleasure roiling through her at his touch. it’s depraved she can still find arousal in this situation, isn’t it? she imagines finding Absi after, telling her, ‘i fucked around with your Dad a little bit,’ and a fit of hysteria causes her to collapse into giggles. Goddess, she has to get out of here before this man shreds the last of her sanity. she feels splintered around the edge, her mind cracking down the middle and breaking off into little pieces.

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Get Out Alive.

Yarrabelle

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