'Tell me your story. Start from the beginning. Start from where you felt unloved. Tell me the things you're afraid to admit. I want to know what makes you happy. Pretty girl, I want to make you happy again.'
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.24 | It Comes Naturally
Trigger Warning: A bit violence heavy in the beginning with emotional/physical abuse.
Crack.
Each crack against her skin was like a white hot brand against her supple and marred skin.
Crack.
Each crack was like a lightning rod of visceral pain that shot through to the depth of her heart.
Crack.
Each crack of the whip that Killian wielded in his unforgiving hands sent an electrical current of pain sensors through her body, rippling through her nervous system as her brow beaded up with painful sweats. Her body convulsed violently as she arched her bare back in agony, her throat was raw but she hadn't even remembered making a sound. Merida fell to a heap upon the warehouse floor in nothing but her bra and the jeans she left in.
The dark blue sweatshirt she had come in was crudely cut away from her body moments prior, leaving the drafty breeze from the warehouse ghosting across her skin, causing way for goosebumps to appear all throughout her body.
Both her hands were bound so tightly together by electrical wire her wrists were red and raw with no way to escape and no way to shift as the tiger within her soul succumbed to the pain and torture being inflicted.
The beast within was painfully aware, but frozen in a trauma-filled shadow that it couldn't claw its way out of. She was a shaking, bloody and filthy mess as her limbs quaked, her mind running an endless loop of how afraid she was in that moment to move an inch for fear of another lashing.
There was no semblance of forgiveness in Killian's beady black eyes.
He was mirthless, angry and obsessed; the obsession so wild he would beat the freedom and any illusion of self-worth out of her if he had to prove a point. She was his and there was nothing he wanted more than to make her remember her place. He didn't care if she moved or not. He didn't care if she cried out for help..and if she shifted he'd give the signal to his goons to pelt her down with a barrage of bullets.
"You actually thought you could go play a-ven-ger behind my back?" He sing-songed as he relentlessly reared back with a tidal force and unleashed another crack of the white hot pain as she buried her head into the cold, dirty floor of the warehouse.
Please shift..
Why can't I shift?
"Mer-i-duh, look what you've made me do," His words were arsenic laced, a sweet poison to gaslight her into believing that none of this would have had happened had she just stayed by his side...never left with the Avengers and never looked twice at the benevolent man, Steve Rogers.
