||The human race tends to remember the abuses to which it has been subjected rather than the endearments. What's left of kisses? Wounds, however, leave scars - Bertolt Brecht||
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Willow woke up slowly, first noticing the pounding pain in her head, then how the bright lights in the room made her eyes sting as she took a moment to adjust to the brightness. Then finally, she noticed the feeling of cold metal around her wrist and the hard ground underneath her. She panicked, tugging on the handcuffs hard before she heard the sound of a door opening and then closing.
"Oh good, you're awake" she heard the all too familiar voice of her mother say. Willow didn't answer her, looking around at her surroundings to try and figure out where she was, and she almost immediately recognized the place as her mother's office at the Commission.
"Why am I here?" Willow asked, her voice hoarse and strained, trying to keep calm.
"Because I need you for something" The Handler replied simply, sitting down at her desk.
"Do you want to uncuff me or...?" Willow asked, raising her arm slightly, trying to stop herself from freaking out completely.
"No. I have a plan and if you run away again, that won't work" The Handler replied.
"Does that plan involve kidnapping me?" she asked, pulling on the cuff again, hard enough for it to hurt her wrist, where there was already red marks forming.
"I didn't kidnap you, darling, I just did what I had to get you back here without your consent" The Handler explained.
"That is literally the definition of kidnapping!" Willow exclaimed before tugging even harder on the cuff around her wrist, panic rising through her body as she did so.
"Now, my dear, I can already tell that you are annoyed by being here but I do have my reasons for bringing you back" The Handler said to her daughter.
"Do I really have to be here?" Lila asked as she leaned against the window sill, crossing her arms.
"Lila, I thought you would be happy to see your sister. You were always giving me grief about chasing her away" The Handler replied.
"Oh so you did care?" Willow asked, turning to face her sister. Even in the middle of her panic and fear, she was still able to mock her sister.
"Emphasis on the did. I don't give a fuck about you anymore" Lila muttered.
"Don't worry, the feeling is mutual" Willow mumbled.
"Easy. Back to why I brought you here: I need you, more specifically your powers and your knowledge" The Handler admitted, leaning forward in her chair slightly. "I have an important task for you"
"My knowledge? About what?" Willow asked, leaning against the wall.
"You know a lot more than I do about that family. The Hargreeves?" The Handler said.
