those hands pulled me from the earth || ethan winters x donna beneviento

ii: interrogation

february 9th, 2021.
around 7:00pm.
satul umbror, romania.

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the second that the door was open and donna was in sight, a gun was aimed at her head without a second thought and she threw her hands up in front of her face to protect herself, as if that would do anything.

"put your fucking hands up! don't move or i'll fucking kill you right now. don't test me, i'll do it." the man said as he stepped inside, the door slamming behind him.

donna fought the urge to sob, her wrists crossed in front of her face and her palms open toward him, trying her best to show that she meant no harm.

the other person didn't seem impressed by donna's surrender. "where's my daughter?" he asked hatefully.

donna forced herself to point right, toward the living room. "on the mantle. you can have her," she said breathlessly. "i know that if you don't kill me, mother will. please don't hurt my face." she pleaded.

there was a moment of hesitation and donna could hear the gun being lowered. she didn't really care if he had done anything to her, but she was very afraid of him hurting her dolls, especially angie.

he stepped past her and began to walk into the living room, that's when she opened her eyes. she spotted him walking toward the fireplace and followed quietly behind him.

the blond took the flask without second thought, spinning on his heel to face donna. his gun was lowered now and he was gripping the flask so hard it was turning his knuckles white.

"give me one reason not to end your life right now," he spat.

donna paused briefly, her heart caught in her throat. she looked to the couch to see angie reaching for a pair of scissors. with the smallest flick of her finger, donna stopped angie.

"i have information that you need," she said as calmly as she could. "i don't want to hurt you, i'm unarmed." she was being honest. donna didn't really want to hurt ethan; she had a peculiar feeling about the child before, and after seeing the photo, she was sure that the child was no orphan and that mother miranda had lied.

"i saw... mia outside. do you have her? is she here?" he asked, kind of ignoring what donna had said prior.

donna didn't know him well, but she was aware that the yellow flowers she had the gardener plant could cause hallucinations to whoever breathed in the pollen. sometimes the hallucinations were people who had passed on, sometimes they were horrifying anxieties, and sometimes they were just small things. she couldn't control them, but she knew that if it was ingested, it worked kind of like a psychedelic. it's a long story, she made tea with it once and bela got ahold of it...

"she's not here." donna said. "the yellow flowers have... a peculiar aroma." she took a few steps forward, spotting the blood seeping through the bandage on his hand. "you're bleeding." it looked like at least two of his fingers were gone.

the man looked down to his hand which held the flask, nodding slightly. his grip on the pistol had loosened slightly and he lowered it toward the ground.

"you should let me patch that up and get you something to drink." it was a risky suggestion, but donna couldn't help but feel pity for the man. he had no reason to trust her, but the least she could do was try to help.