Sarah Paulson/characters one shots

Venable (I)

Readers POV
I lay in my room, on my bed with my foot resting on my knee moving along to the music in my ears. My hand uselessly sketching shapes that somewhat represented views, people I've seen or what I imagine the world could look like had it not been destroyed.

I was at an outpost, which one I was in matter very little to me, I was just here so I didn't become a corpse on the ground outside. The world currently was only me, my art, and my weird ass music. I put down my art as I heard a clicking noise between songs, a clicking sound that carried such a uptight, strict hardass. The hardass who had no idea that her 'pets' found it amusing to pester my day with 'rules', the ones that not even they follow the moment the purple clad iron fisted control freak that ran this gorgeous vacation getaway.
I felt my anxiety spike, I was already being watched for misbehaviour, thanks to tweedle fuck one and two who thought it'd be a funny little prank to ruin my entire days worth of chores, ah ha ha funny.
I ran around my room hiding all my artworks and my music player, there mightn't of been a specific rule against these escapes but I didn't really feel like risking my life for a few sketches of the grounds today, maybe tomorrow.
I finished, realisation dawned on me...the fuck am I meant to be doing? How will I play it off like I wasn't going against any rules? I heard the clicking of the metal tipped cane half in front of my door, no shadow so must've been further out in the hall, but definitely stopped in front of my room.
I legged it's as quickly and quietly as I could to my bathroom, tearing off my clothes and turning on the water to scolding hot as I hear my room door handle jiggle. Idiotically I jumped into the shower, actively burning my skin as I made sure I soaked myself before getting out and wrapping a towel around my wait and started to dry my hair with another towel. Feeling like my room was being scrutinised by some judgmental force I walked out, utterly forgetting who was there and what my attire consisted of, I opened the bathroom door still drying my hair and wincing at the burns my stupid actions resulted in, I go to speak, a little annoyed at my actions and pain...and the fact someone walked into MY room unannounced "can you please le-"
Oh I screwed up big time, now I knew it was going to be HER, but didn't entirely register it until I watched her unamused eyes rake over my topless form. MY TOPLESS FORM?! I started panicking internally, my eyes darting around the room for any cover, escape or reason that let me remain half a room away from the woman waiting for an explanation as to why I'm burnt red and half clothed in my own room.
With a raised sleek eyebrow, she spoke "and what happened to you?" Cold, cruel, uncaring, curious, worried, sympathetic. What? No, I looked directly into her eyes, big mistake 'smart one (Y/N), reeeal damn smart, look at the tyrant who could kill you without a second thought, congratulations dumbass' my eyes glanced away, I opened my mouth to reply "I can see you burnt yourself, don't bother with the obvious" she cut me off, rude, I glanced back up at her face to see a question still remained unanswered "well then why'd you ask If you already knew? Where's the point in that Lady?" I knew my back talk and chosen words could land me in shit, but did I care right now? Fuck no, you don't come into my room and ask them damn obvious then be a bitch about it.

Thinking back on it now, it was a stupid decision. And what I received in return can only be described as 'cane slapped'. I got whacked across the face with her cane, opening up a gash merrily, staining my face with my own life force. I felt a firm, dainty hand grab my face and force my eyes back to the owner of the hand, thumb nail digging into my jaw while the other fingers covered themselves in my blood, directly from the wound itself. Her cold hard glare telling me to shut me up, erasing words from my ability to communicate, but not my pathetic noises of pain and submission, act all tough dumbass and now you're cowering under her glare like a kick puppy.

"You. Will. Not. EVER. Speak to me like that again, understood?" She growled right into my face, her grip hardening and her plump pink lips pulling back over her white straight teeth in a scowl, all I could do was whimper in return to her demand. Not good enough "words" was all that fell from her mouth, my eyes to busy trapped on her lips to register her order, that was until she used her grip and my submissive daydream weakness to pin me to the wall behind me, not a single point of contact changed, nor a single flicker of emotion in her dark deep pools of liquid anger and cocoa "I asked you a question, girl" she hissed close to my face, much closer than before, my body reacted without my consent, or knowledge for that matter, but it still reacted to the demanding, controlling, anger induced hiss of a command.