TW: Mention and use of alcohol, tobacco and drugs, profanities, sex and sexual abuse in later chapters
PG:16
PG18 chapters: Chapter 48
As the last flicker of hope for Vilons family name, you have spent your whole life trying to be the best of the b...
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I absolutely love, that you guys use different media and different artstyles while doing fanarts, it makes them so much more unique and interesting, and I'm in love with everysingle one of them.
I'm considering starting an Ig page just to collect those and let you guys follow me, since sorry, but I won't be accepting follows on 1000ants_inyourpants...
It's my personal account and I'm not really ready to share all the photos I have in there.
Anyway, this chapter is dedicated to you guys, and without further ado... Enjoy!
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As you were sliding down, you've heard a mix of voices, both from where you came from and to where you were headed. It was pitch black and your heart was pounding painfully, as if it wanted to rip it's way through your ribs and escape. The smell made you nauseous and you tried to hold your breath, which proved to be increasingly difficult because of the speed you were falling with. You were holding the cane closely to your chest, clenching onto it with your dear life.
You've heard a loud crash and an angry voice comming from the exit of the tube. A familiar one spoke as well, but you didn't make out what he said. The slide sped up and you closed your eyes afraid of what's waiting for you outside. A couple seconds passed and a fierce blow of air hit you in the face. You felt the ground escape from underneath you, as you flew out of the tube and heavily hit the ground.
Your ears started to ring and your vision went blurry as you brutally hit the back of your head. The world started to spin and it felt as if the breaths you took were fake, not making any difference to your oxygen-starved body. You heard muffled voices as you tried to get a better look around, frantically looking for signs of your partner.
,,Are you looking for some fucking trouble Piltie?"
You heard and gazed towards the direction the voice came from. The images were bluring with one another but you recognised a familiar slim shilouette, leaning over the wall opposite of you. He was being approached by someone who definitely didn't have friendly intentions. His opressor held a half-empty bottle in his left hand and seemed to sway sideways a little, but that could also be just your concussion acting up.
