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MYRTLE WRITHED within her constraints, face washed out into a pale, grey colour that Ivory thought could only be unnatural with the strange glint it offered her skin. The only vibrancy remaining within her was the waves of scarlet blush that would manage to break upon her cheeks every time her mouth allowed a hoarse, desperate plea for help. Her being was slumped, shoulders hunching over and mouth hanging ajar, and, despite her consuming will to fight, there was already a sense of defeat within the air. As if she knew her fate had been viciously carved into the fabric of the world; the words etched with Tom's menacing hand.
It made the tendrils of nausea surge within Ivory's stomach, and she felt the acrid taste of bile begin to creep up within her throat whilst her knees, trembling and unsteady, began to give out beneath her. She had thrown her hand out, uncaring as to where it landed, and felt her being collapse with the dullest of thumps against the creaking, rotten floorboards. Tom, already simmering with boredom, caught Ivory's forearm as she descended with a harsh snatch, and, the moment her knees brushed against the ground, he lurched her back up, hearing a noise of shock launch from her throat.
"Why are you so shocked, Ivory? It's nothing you haven't seen before,"
"Go to hell, Tom!" She spat, fury scribbled in her eyes, any trace of the once glimmering cerulean overshadowed by the unfathomable swelling of rage within her. "Merlin's beard, what is wrong with you? Kill her? Why on earth are you going to kill her?"
"Don't ask questions you already know the answer too; it wastes my time and your's," Tom replied, the profuse apathy only working to kindle the fire of wrath residing in Ivory. Hand still gripping her forearm with a strength that dulled Ivory's anger with soaring dread, Tom dragged her shuddering form closer to him; his face only a nudge from her's. "But if you need me to fill in the obvious blanks, we're going sacrifice her. For me."
"For... for you?"
"Ivory, have you ever wondered what it'd be like to live forever?" Tom inquired, cocking his head to the side and raising an eyebrow, his presence, a bitter force of horror and panic, drowning out Myrtle's fading cries. And his words ignited a realisation so entwined with terror it almost tore her apart, her quivering bottom lip a frustrating indicator to Tom that tears were going to spill from her azure eyes.
"A horcrux," Ivory murmured with despair biting every word. "But you have to kill her... for the horcrux... so why the fuck do you need me?"
"Well... technically I have to kill her. But I'd like you to do something for me,"
"You know you're really asking me to do a lot for you... what's stopping me from running from this place and telling Dippet everything?" She snapped at him, a renewed forcefulness within her words, her arm squirming to realise itself from her grip.
