One shots

Lylie Oneshot 2: Not All Scars Are Physical

When I was writing the last chapter, I briefly mentioned Linh and Wylie's relationship beginning, and how Linh underwent some extreme trauma. Then I couldn't get it all out of my head and I decided, I'm gonna write about that. So here I am. TW: There are some explicit themes in here. Mentions of SA and wore and some mention of brutal torture.

She couldn't really remember when she was first kidnapped. It had definitely been a few weeks at least. All she could really focus on was the complete pain she was in and how awful she was treated here. Ruy and Gethen, the psiosonapath (no clue how to spell that) and telepath of the Neverseen had been holding her captive to punish her for Tam leaving the Neverseen.

Currently she was slumped against the wall of her cell, clutching her left wrist as blood ran down her arm. She shuddered. It was awfully drafty in her cell and blood loss hadn't helped. She could hear Gethen's footsteps down the hall and before she knew it, her cell was unlocked and the wicked blonde Telepath was walking in.

She was roughly grabbed, and tossed into her back. She could feel his weight over her body, and closed her eyes. She wished her mind would block this out, but she knew she would remember later.

She could feel his cold, rough hands and held back a whimper. She wanted to go home. She wanted to see her brother and her friends. She missed her friends. She missed her brother. She wanted to leave. A shudder racked her body. She wanted to leave.

After Gethen grew bored of her, she opened her eyes. She could see him drawing a dagger. She watched him for a minute before closing her eyes again. Nothing happened for a few seconds until a sudden pain flared in her right arm.

A soft gasp escaped her lips. She could feel the cold liquid dripping down her arm. Her blood. She felt nauseous. A few more slices into her pale skin and Gethen left her to feel the pain in her arms as she rotted in her cell.

How long had she been here? And when would she get to leave?

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She had gotten good at pretending she wasn't in touch with her emotions. Or maybe she really wasn't anymore. The treatment she received, the pain she always felt...it had numbed her.

She could recall when she'd not yet been numb. Her first day. Ruy and Gethen had slashed at her arms until they were thoroughly bloodied. Those cuts had long since scarred over. She remembered how terrified she'd felt when Ruy had pinned her in place and Gethen had ripped at her tunic and leggings. How disgusted she'd felt when his weight overcame her. She could still sometimes hear her own screams for help echoing in her ears at times.

She didn't remember when she'd gone numb. When she'd stopped feeling anything at all. When she'd just fallen quiet and never spoken up again. When she simply focused her mind on hoping for rescue. Keeping an open mind in case Sophie or Fitz's telepathic voice filled her mind. Or when her body had simply gone into survival mode and she started to just stop.

She couldn't remember any of that. But she wished she could forget the things she did remember. And yet, she knew she never would.

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She wasn't fed much. A piece of bread every two or so days, or at least, what she thought was two or so days. She drank even less. She wasn't given anything to drink, so she relied on her ability to get her water. But she never seemed to have enough energy to get a plentiful amount of water. Just enough to survive. A few sips every so often. Just enough to live.