They swung open the cage door, cattle prods at full power, humming with electricity. The man lazily lifted his hands in surrender. "Now, now." He said softly. His voice was like velvet. "No need. I'll do as you please." The man in the cage said, his...
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Shink. And then, Thud. Over and over the sound repeated as the weight on her chest grew. She was struggling to remember where she was. It was cold here, like the lake water Kiril drowned her in and the touch of his fingertips on her body.
Visions of a broken Ivan flashed before her eyes, shoulder shattered and pouring blood. But that couldn't be right. Ivan was safe, off doing something for Kiril, for her, as he always was. He hadn't seen her since her visit to the cellar. The cellar... shink. Thud.
Kiril was there, his white hair flashing and his face oddly expressive as he fought against the grasping arms of his mad brother. That couldn't be right either. Kiril was hard as ice around his brothers. His brothers... shink. Thud.
The abyss loomed below her, its creatures rising out of the dark to grasp at her with greedy tentacles. Dancer bayed and fought to drag them to the surface. 'Why am I back here?' She asked the beast within.
Dancer glared down at her soul with blazing golden eyes and roared, 'FIGHT.' So she did. She clawed her way up out of that black sea and when her head broke the surface for the second time in two months, she let out a weak moan. Shink. Thud.
Theo realized what it was now. Someone was shoveling dirt into her grave.
She let out a stronger noise, though it came out strangled. She heard the person shoveling pause as if considering what they had just heard. Then, shink. Thud.
Theo joined with Dancer, their souls twining together, using one another to climb. She opened her mouth once more and with the last of her strength let out a roaring scream.
This time, there was no pause. The shoveling increased. Shink. Thud. Shink. Thud. But then there was a voice- quietly, deceptively soft, but barbed beneath.
"Grandmother?"
When the person peered down into the hole, it was like looking up at an angel. Her skin had the faintest hint of a coffee tone, and her perfect brows arched in concern, pink lips downturned. Her mane of dark brown hair tumbled down to frame her face in loose waves, and the light of the moon glowed just behind her head, outlining the fly-aways like they were her halo.
The spell broke when the other woman spoke. "Go inside Juniper. This is not your concern." She had a deep Russian accent not unlike Kiril's, and she felt her heart speed up in her chest.
The angel's face contorted, angry now, as she turned to face the Russian woman. "You vile old hag! She's alive and you still want to kill for him?" A noise of disgust crept out of her throat. "You have to stop!"
"This is what I do to keep you and I alive, or have you forgotten that?" The grandmother spoke.
"I'd rather be dead than help those bastards murder another girl." The angel hissed as she jumped down into the hole. The other woman came to the edge of the hole and peered down. "She's alive. She's alive and here for a reason."
