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Intruders Part 7

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George's POV

We both stood there in the kitchen, Lockwood and I, starring at the broken phone on the floor.
"I'll buy a new one," he said quietly, then awkwardly dropped the rest of the phone, kicking it all aside. The tension in the air was swallowing us whole.

I could hear Lucy's voice as clear as day, like the phone receiver was still pressed against my ear. My vision turned blurry. I took a step out into the hall, grabbing the trash can with clammy fingers as I went. I didn't feel like getting sick in front of Lockwood, it surely wasn't going to help our circumstances any.

Lucy's POV

And it hurt. Everything just hurt.
My head.
My chest.
My shoulders.
My back.
My heart.
I laid my head back against the cold wall, watching my legs violently shake. Or maybe they weren't shaking. Maybe I was just breathing so hard that the world was shaking.
The Skull sat quietly on the table across from me. He had tried to talk me through everything, the most genuine words I'd heard from him yet, but after a while even he had been to stunned to say anything. 
I couldn't put together the feelings I was having.
I knew I was mad.
I was mad I was here.
I was mad that they had done this to me.
I was mad Lockwood and George hadn't found me yet.
I was mad that I couldn't get up and fight my own battles, that I continued to sit here and receive hit after hit. Kick after kick. Words after words.
Mad that the words hurt the most.
I let out a choking breath. I refused to cry.
Jeremy's knife had promised to gut me from the inside out, but all I had done was stare at it and wonder if the blade was really as sharp as it looked.
If Jeremy was actually as threatening as he said he could be.
He was.
His knife had danced between his fingers to a song I couldn't hear, all the way up until it sat comfortably beneath my chin. 
"I said to read from the script, Lucy," he slurred.
After being dragged away from the phone, all John could do while tightening the ropes on my hands was shake his head. He didn't say a word, just threw me into the corner and disappeared upstairs. Once Jeremy hung up the phone, he as well made way for the stairs, promising to be back in a voice so sticky my fingers felt it.
And sure enough, he did come back.
With him traveled the knife that reflected my stubborn scowl, and a bottle of Anno whiskey. London's finest.
His knife had dug its point into the first layer of flesh in my neck. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep my lips from trembling.
He smiled, in a soft empathizing way. Like he felt sorry for the way his presence suffocated the room.
"You're fine. He's drunk. He won't do anything," the Skull whispered. I wanted to believe him, so I acted like I did.
I spit in his face.
"We'll maybe not now you idiot," the Skull grumbled.
George would've snickered, sending me a smile of triumph. Maybe even a fist bump. Lockwood on the other hand, would've said I should've conjured up more spit, and ended with a quick jab to the throat. He would've given me an hundred gigawatt grin, bright enough for me to stop breathing.
It would've been a better reason for my airway to pause compared to Jeremy's hand closing around my neck.
"Don't tempt me to do bad things, Ms. Carlyle. I'm not scared of the consequences here."
My teeth pressed down hard against each other as his nails embedded my skin. I tried to breath but it was useless. I gagged, my vision blurred, my mouth went numb.
"It's fine. You're fine, breath, Lucy," the Skull encouraged, "He's going to stop. He won't kill you."His ghostly glow from outside the cell made me think I was finally due for glasses and a reality check.
Jeremy's hand dropped and I slid down further against the floor, unable to do anything but gasp for air. It wasn't coming quick enough. I somehow rolled to my side, throwing up an empty stomach.
"You're pathetic. Whoever crowned you 'The most powerful listener' must've been hallucinating. You're nothing but a joke."
I didn't care. It didn't hurt. I was listening to a Type Three as he kicked me.
"They won't need you. They won't come for you. You are worthless to them," he whispered, then crouched down next me on the floor, placing a hand on the back of my neck. My arms were shaking, barely able to keep me off the floor.
His hand ran the length of my back, my skin prickling at his touch.
"Lucy, I refuse to be embarrassed. I refuse to be shown up. Call me what you wish, but nothing but a winner will stand correctly. And Anthony Lockwood will figure that out here shortly."
The backs of my thighs burned at his finger tips. Bile rose to my lips.
"Remember that time when you accidentally sent Lockwood out the second story window? Or was it third story?" Skull asked, trying to pry my attention away from what was happening.
"Remember how stupid that was? And he ended up fine, just dangling there. Wow. I can't wait to watch you guys do stupid shit like that for the rest of our lives."
Jeremy's head was lying on my back, his fingers never leaving the haunting circular pattern they were marking on my legs. He was breathing hard, his whiskey breath somehow finding its way back to my nose. I lurched forward, a dry heave that might've came from my toes.
"George is so stupid, Lucy. I've never met another human who likes food more then he does. And glasses what's up with the glasses? Back in my day-"
I let out a hiss as a cold finger made its way up, sneaking beneath my underwear line. He pulled it, then let it snap back against my skin.
I watched the ground. It reminded me that there wasn't an actual earthquake happening. I was just shaking.
Jeremy slurred something else, I couldn't make out what it was. He grabbed the back of my thigh once more with a loud smack, leaving a tingling sensation over the skin.
The ropes against my wrist were the same color as George's coffee, because between the three of us, he was the only one who wanted cream. Which was fine, because he was the one who always served coffee. And tea. And breakfast. And did the laundry.
Jeremy mumbled something else, pushing against my body to help him stand up. 
He snatched the back of my hair, yanking my head back to look up at him. Against my will, noises finally escaped my mouth in pain.
"I'm gonna wait. I want locky to see the mess he's gotten you into," he whispered, so close to my face. His tongue traced my neck, then my jaw, then he raised up completely. His eyes looked soulless. Worse then any ghost I'd encountered.
Then, quicker then I had been expecting, his hand connected with my cheek. I cried out, trying to move, but his hand was still locked in my hair.
I watched his chest move like a pounding heartbeat. He came nose to nose with me, then spit on my face.
"You're welcome."
I was tossed to the side, my head connecting with the wall. I just laid there, refusing to open my eyes.
Minutes passed. Keys jingled. Footsteps hit the stairs. A door slammed.
More minutes passed.
"Lucy?"
But I just laid there. There was no point in talking. It wouldn't help our circumstances.

Authors note

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