One man's trash

Teegra · 10-08-2024, 08:28 PM

She was mid panic attack as Basilisk snapped at her. She could see anger and her ears pressed as far back as they could. Yes she had had all that and more done to her, but the words he had said before had been like throwing her in a icey river. Shocking and bone chilling. He was using her as a scapegoat to not have children with his wife anymore, and expected her to lay down and be fine with it?

He hadn't even consulted his wife from the sounds and looks of it. Ignita looked ready to explode and she wanted to be nowhere near that when it happened. She'd take the rope any day to being beat for something she had no part in or control over. Eyes went to the floor as the panic was settling into other emotions. He then was hollering and she was moving with her body low, and limp trying to hide it. Try to find inner strength? was he fucking kidding? She had been a slave for her entire life. Her best strength was learning to adapt and survive. She made for the room as fast as she could and shoved inside and slammed the door behind her. Her back pressed against the door as she sunk to the floor. Breaths heaving as she fought off tears.

Today had been a lot and she really didn't want anything to do with leaving the room until shit had calmed down and hopefully someone would come to explain shit more. She was confused and scared and frustrated and if she was honest with herself, hurt. But she wasn't going to show them that. She looked about the room and sighed before rising and starting to busy herself with cleaning it.

-exit Teegra unless called for/needed again-

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