𝜊𝜊𝜊. ▎ when will my life begin. . . 𓂅 ┆ ↰✔️
ㅤ ❨ ꕀ 𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 ･ | ･ 𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 ꕀ ❩
ㅤ ⤷ ❛sweep again, and by then it's like 7:15...just wondered when my life begin? ❜ ━━━ ꒰ ♡ᵎ ꒱
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(Y/N) THRASHED AROUND helplessly, her mouth gagged and her limbs bound tightly. All she could do was thrash around and she silently prayed to herself. "Ajax, don't come here... it's a trap!"
If she had to live the rest of her life bound in this cold and dismal place, she could handle it. If it meant Ajax was safe and sound, she could handle it.
(Y/n) closed her eyes as hot tears began to sting the back of her eyes, hoping Ajax would be safe.
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FINALLY, they arrived at the tower. Ajax called out "(Y/n)? (Y/n). Let down your hair!" A large mass of golden hair tumbled to the ground, he climbed it, hands shaking as his heart pounded in his ears.
"Please let her be alright..." (Y/n) silently prayed as Ajax climbed her hair.
Once he arrived at the top, his eyes darted around the tower frantically for (Y/n). He saw her writhing on the floor, shock washed all over her face.
"(Y/n)?" Ajax asked, voice weak with relief and shock before pulling her close as he proceeded to untie her.
(Y/n) shook her head in desperation, her words muffled by the gag tied around her mouth. And before she knew it, a sharp, agonizing feeling pierced Ajax's stomach.
(Y/n) let out a muffled cry of horror as Mother Signora emerged from the shadows, revealing a face reminiscent of a rotting corpse.
"Well, that wasn't very smart of you, wasn't it?" Signora taunted, the blade of the knife glinting with a dark scarlet colour.
As Ajax withered on the floor, (Y/n) was only able to look on helplessly as the rope clung to her limbs.
"We must leave, now!" Mother Signora ordered impassively to the grief-stricken girl, dropping the bloodied knife.
As Signora dragged (Y/n), she wrestled away from her cold, firm grasp and tried to loosen the gag around her mouth by shaking her head fervently.
"(Y/n), enough already!" Signora snarled, turning her around to look into her golden eyes. "Stop fighting me!"
Finally, the gag fell from (Y/n)'s mouth, allowing her to speak again, "No!" She protested. "I won't stop. For every minute of the rest of my life, I will fight! I will never stop trying to get away from you!"
Ajax woke slowly, clutching her abdomen. his senses slowly returned to him. Each ragged, shallow breath he took sent discomfort through his body and he strained his ears to hear (Y/n) through a distant buzzing in his ears.
"If you let me save him," (Y/n) pleaded, her voice faint as Ajax tried to listen closely. "I will come with you,"
"No, (Y/n)!" Ajax coughed hoarsely, trying to pull himself up but stumbling back down as the pain in his body spread faster and grew more agonising. The blonde tried to open his eyes but they were shut once again when the little light peeping from the window stung his eyes. Slowly, agonizingly, he crawled feebly towards (Y/n) but could only muster a few steps before collapsing in pain again, feeling a sticky, warm liquid trickle onto her hands.
