🌙 𝙎𝙀𝙇𝙀𝙉𝙀. . .
↳ 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Cerelia Wellse knew only one thing : survival. It was survival when she murdered her oppressor. And, again, it was survival when she betrayed her saviour.
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ʻ Crawlin' back to you ever thought of callin' when you've had a few? cause I always do. ʼ
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[Do I Wanna Know? → Artic Monkeys]
LUCIENDREAMED of her, again.
It was a rare occurrence, but tonight was a terrible, weakening night for him.
In some dreams, she taunted him, a sharp shiny carver twirling by his mouth to slash it across. Other times, she let her fingertips graze his skin and whisper in his ear sinful things.
He realised with a start that this time it was not a dream but a memory instead.
Lucien wasn't supposed to be in this part of the bungalow. He, the trader, was supposed to just stick to his guest room and the living area with the exception of the outside fields. But, obviously, compulsion always did its tricks well.
His plan was to just look around the house and find some maid to feed onto. What was not his plan was to come across the sounds of anguished cries and horrible, horrible whipping.
"Please, I did not do anything!" a woman sobbed, voice cracking with a pained scream.
"Stop whining like a little girl!" a man's voice snarled followed by the sickening sound of whip lashing making the woman cry out in pain.
Lucien quietly snuck to the source of the noise, peeking inside through the slightly ajar door of the house's second best bedroom.
All he could see was the man's back facing him but he could hear everything very well.
"You'll learn today that it'll not do you well to hitch up your skirt for other men." the man laughed, and Lucien could very well imagine the cruel smile on his face.
"No!" the woman wailed and Lucien could sense her backing away. "I did not do anything! He was forcing himself onto me! Please. . ."
The man just let out a condescending laugh and Lucien's eye caught the glint of a knife.
"Now, I would very much like to carve up that pretty face of yours, but well, that would be a waste of gorgeous skin, wouldn't it?"
Lucien's jaw clenched, his eyes flitting to the knife and the whip in the man's hand.
Enough of this nonsense.
Lucien threw open the doors.
"Well, well, well." Lucien sauntered inside, hands behind the back as the man turned to look at him in shock.
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