No Way Out(A Jerome Valeska Fanfiction)

When There's Nothing Left

Well well well, look who we have here! What a strange and...interesting creature. (I'm so good at compliments-)

Anywho! Hey guys, school's out for a while so I'm hoping to get some more stuff to you to make up for my...disappearances, let's call them.

Also my bsf suddenly reminded me (in fury) that I hadn't done anything for the one year anniversary thing of my posting this and even though it's been some months over a year now, I apparently still have to do it? I guess? According to her anyway. So as a thank you for all your guys' support and kind words and everything and to just show my love for you, and to avoid her wrath, I'm gonna write a Christmas Special! Since it's Christmas time and...yeah she insisted I do something but she doesn't want it to be sad so I'm gonna try to make it all jolly for the uhh...Christmas spirit! Yeah that. It's gonna be separate from this cause it like...doesn't occur in the story? It's just...for you guys, Idk what I'm doing T-T

WARNINGS: Angst(and lots of it, did you ever have any doubt?). Yes this one was rushed, I'm sorry Idk why i keep rushing things. We've got some language and depressing shit, I don't know, okay? Again,🚨referenced r*pe/non-con🚨 and I'm still not used to that tag but...yeah. And no it didn't happen again or anything they just...mention it. A lot. It's basically the whole chapter, okay? She has a lot of...recovering to do from this psychologically.

Burning hot water cascaded down your back as you curled up on the shower floor.

The sound of your shuddered breaths continued to fill your ears, despite the sound of the water splashing down all around you. You had never stopped shaking once and you were sure even after you had passed out that you had been shaking in your restless but unconscious state.

The water was burning you, but you couldn't find it in you to care...you just wanted it to burn him away. If there was any acid accessible, you would have poured it all over yourself. But even your stomach acid had run out as of only a few moments ago when it spewed out over the floor.

You wanted to stand. You wanted to get up, grab the soap and scrub yourself down but you couldn't move from this damn position. Curled up like a babe in the womb...and apparently, just as vulnerable.

You had never...never felt like this before. Like everything that made you yourself had been whisked away, leaving nothing but...a doll.

You laughed, a bitter and hoarse noise rumbling in your raw throat before it was interrupted by a sob.

You could hear him still, speaking vile words and hissing hateful nothings in your ear.

You could smell him too, like a sickening combination of sweat and blood and cotton candy and popcorn. He never lost that smell.

You could see him every time you closed your eyes and every time you opened them only for his grinning face to fade away after a few rushed blinks.

And, of course, you could feel him. You could feel him all over you, in places you didn't even know existed before, you could feel him.

You weren't you anymore...at least...it didn't feel like it. But then again you didn't remember what it felt like, you just knew it had changed.

He took it all away, didn't he? He had stolen every part of you, even the parts you thought you couldn't lose. He ripped it from you.

All dignity, all hope, all light...Now, you didn't know what you were.

You felt the ghost of his hands tighten around your throat, tear at your hair, glide across your body, squeeze the heart in your chest, twist the stomach inside you...touch every part of you with bloody hands.