(In the process of editing and filling plot holes lol) If the term "fuck around and find out" was a person it'd be Erin Whitaker. Being sold at the age of 18, she's back five years later with revenge on her mind. No one is gonna get in her way excep...
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SMUT WARNING
I sit on the couch in shock as Erin finishes her story. The look in her eye is cold and detached as her features pretend they're made of stone. Not furrowed brows nor a frown. Nothing
I reach down to tip up her chin but she moves her head to avoid eye contact
"If you want me to say, I regret it..... if you're expecting to see remorse, you're not gonna get it. I'm not sorry for what did"
"I don't expect you to be"
It's crazy how the entire time I kept asking myself, why the killer was so angry?
Well...
Erin's story is enough to make anyone crumple. As it went on, you would think that it couldn't get any worse but it did. From adolescence to adulthood, Erin kept getting the short end of the stick but she kept going. First for revenge and now for her happy ending.
She deserves her happy ending
"Can I ask you something?"
She chuckles to herself probably having the same thought as me. When I asked the same thing when we first met
"Go ahead?"
"If you can heal, why do you still have scars?"
"Klaus' potion"
Erin sees the look on my face and decides to further explain
"The night he took my limbs, I died. According to Klaus, I wasn't supposed to die. The day after none of this was here"
She gestures to her arm and legs
"No skin or anything. He said he wasn't finished replacing it yet. There was just metal and for punishment, Klaus wanted to test what I could withstand. He got a high off bringing me near death every single time. It's like he had to remind him and myself of that night. A month later, he takes a knife and dips it in some liquid then cuts my eye open. He looked as shocked as I was that it penetrated but was so damn happy. Replaced my eye with a computer and went about his day. When he noticed that it never really healed, he knew he found the secret to killing me. When I had punishment, he would use it. He wanted me to know that despite being invincible, he would always be in control. Any bruise I got from him, lasted longer than it should have."
"Like the bruises you had when you reappeared"
"Right"
I lift her up and she buries her face in my neck
"Any other questions?"
I shake my head and wrap my arms around her. We both sit in silence, getting lost in our thoughts.
I don't want to have to say goodbye. I don't want her to go off to Italy to fight the mob. She's been fighting her entire fucking life, when is this shit gonna stop?
