𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫.
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On the most ruthless night of the year, Madelyn Beckham must quickly learn to survive and save those who need her the most. When faced with death itself, she...
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TW: Praise kink and body worship.
[Ride - Lana Del Rey] 1:40 ─〇───── 2:13 ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻
Madelyn's POV
𝟎𝟒:𝟓𝟑𝐚𝐦
All my tears have left my body, no more tears left to cry. My body feels numb, all the feeling slowly draining out of me. The bags under my eyes have bags, and the skin is scared with dried tears. I can barely feel the hand rubbing up and down my back, comforting me.
He pulls my hair away from my throat, stroking the back of my neck. My trance slowly falters, bringing me back into the room. When I turn around to look at him, he smiles sadly. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, stroking my cheek with his thumb as his hand holds my face. My eyes search his face, seeing that his eyes are constantly wandering at my lips, dry and cracked.
"I've made a bed in the back. You can go to bed and sleep out the rest of the night." He smiles.
He lifts me off the floor, holding my body and guiding me to the back of the store. When we walk into the room, it is filled with shelves, stacked with spare copies of books, storage containers, papers scattered over the floor, and a few blankets and a large pillow leaning against a wall-size bookshelf. He's placed a thick blanket on the floor, covering it with multiple spare blankets he found in the staff room. He took the seat pillows off the couch, avoiding the coffee stains and using them as a headboard and pillow. Holding my hand, he lies me down on top of the thick blanket, covering my body with copious amounts of blankets. He sits beside me, crossing his legs and stroking my hair as I place my head on the pillow.
"I'll be here the whole time. I'll keep watch, just get some rest."
"Thank you." I close my eyes.
Even with my eyes closed, I can see the scene play out. Every feeling in my bones feels the same as it did then. Every noise sounds the same, every smell is identical. My hands begin to feel wet again, stained with her blood. I know it's in my head, but it feels so real. I toss and turn in the bed, not feeling comfortable enough to drift off to sleep. My eyes open, staring at the ceiling. I pry for a tear to slip down my cheek, needing to know that I have some feelings left in my body. But, nothing comes. My eyes are wide awake and my body isn't tired enough to fall asleep.
James begins stroking my hair, trying to lure me to sleep. But, even with his soft touch, I can't close my eyes. He shifts in his spot, pulling my body closer to his own. With my body on his, he strokes me with both of his hands.
"Can you distract me, please?" I ask.
"Okay, um. So, what uh." He stutters, being put on the spot. "What's your favourite food? Maybe we could get some when this is all over."
