Years had already passed, 2 years to be exact. 2 years since Quaritch's confession of his adultery. Viktoria had broke that day, had even been diagnosed with severe depression. She didn't recognize anyone in her grief, not even her twin brother. Evidence of that was the new scar he now carried on his abdomen from the knife she had plunged in one of her episodes. She was a danger to everyone, especially herself. A few times she was caught slashing at her wrists, several times she was caught scratching at herself until she bled. Quaritch couldn't handle it, he vomited on one too many occasions from the overload of emotions. He broke down too, not having her with him felt like he had no reason to exist, no purpose in life, and no air to breathe.
When he had found out the outcome of his confession, he wanted to kill himself even more. He had ran to her immediately when Viktor finally broke down and told him in his bleeding and pained delirium that Viktoria had gone over the edge.
The scene that he witnessed in the room was wreckage. Adeboye was holding her arms back while Ana Maria held her thrashing legs, Laura was trying to calm her down. Everything was a mess, everyone was a mess. Even Laura, always prim and proper and collected, her hair was a mess as if someone had grabbed it, her clothes were ripped at multiple areas. She was nearly unrecognizable to be honest.
Viktoria, was a mess too. Hair wild, lips and teeth bloodied, hands were bloodied too, a knife a distance away from them had blood on it. He ran to her without hesitation, without fright. He ran to her, Adeboye letting him take his place behind his Madam to comfort the thrashing woman. Miles held her in his arms, whispering and shushing her in her ear, stroking her head, firmly yet gently. He did his best to coax her to be calm. And it took several minutes, before she finally started calming down, until she was left panting and limp in his arms. She looked weakly towards the man who made her into this mess, this tragic mess of pain and ache.
"Miles, it hurts, it really hurts..." Her voice was weak, calling to him, repeatedly saying how much it hurt.
"I know, I know, I'm sorry, Doll," he let silent tears fall when everyone left the couple, "it's my fault, I'm so sorry, hurt me okay? Don't hurt yourself. Your too pretty for that, okay?
"It hurts, Miles, why does it hurt? Make it stop, please make it stop? I'm so tired..." She whimpered.
Miles couldn't stop the next wave of tears, a choked gasp left his lips as he tried hard to breath from the pain in his heart seeing her this way, hurting her this way, and most definitely making her this way. He prayed to whatever Jesus or God was out there... he prayed that she would not feel this same kind of pain, ever again.
"What do you need, Doll? What do you need me to do to make it better? Ria, tell me." He begged her to tell him, so that it would finally stop. It hurt him more to see her so hurt than anything, especially when it was because of himself. So he begged.
Viktoria stilled, her face buried in the crook of his neck. She scrunched his shirt with her left hand. She mumbled into his neck, "Miles, you love me right?"
"Of course." No hesitation whatsoever.
"You would do anything for me right?"
"Anything." Once again, with no hesitation. Even if she demanded he killed anyone. If she asked for his life, for his death, he would give it to her.
"And you belong to me correct? You're mine?"
"You own me." Indeed she did.
"Then," she shifted so that she was now on top of him, she had pushed him down onto the broken glass uncaring if he was hurt, her eyes crazed with possession and obsession, "prove it."
Miles stared into her earthen eyes, she looked like a crazy murderer with her hair messed up, and her mouth and hands bloodied. She had an arm to his chest, her eyes boring down on his own. Miles felt his heart skip a beat. A familiar burning in his loins made him shift uncomfortably. She's so fucking gorgeous, he thought, whatever she wants, I'll do it, whatever the fuck it is.
"How?" He choked out.
She smiled at him, "I want you to rip something from someone, rip it from them, and give it to me. And then kill her."
Kill her. The only her that Viktoria would mention at this time would be Paz Socorro, but what Miles didn't understand was, what was there to rip from her? Her heart? He would present it to her in a golden platter.
"No, not her heart." She read his thoughts. She leaned forward, she leaned so close that her lips nearly brushed against his.
"Then what?" He questioned, confused.
She looked into his eyes, his eyes had diluted as if hypnotized by her dark brown eyes that felt like it was drawing him in.
"The time will come, but you will know soon enough."
"What? If it's not her bloody heart then what the hell does she have that you want to steal?"
"It's not stealing if it belongs to me. It's mine, Miles. It belongs to me. Mine. And you will understand when the time comes. Wait about 4 or 5 months before then."
"4-5 months? But, that's too far off-"
"That's not all," she cut him off, "there's one last thing you have to do to make it up to me for even a fraction of repayment."
That's a lie, because by O'Connell Family Law, Quaritch can be pardoned of any sin of equivalent value to the amount owed to him. And Viktoria was priceless. So by law he should be forgiven of his infidelity. But he didn't know that, and he didn't need to know that. Because Viktoria was selfish.
"Then what is it?" He asked her. He would do anything.
She looked to his lips, then back to his eyes.
"Prove that you belong to me," she muttered a bit weakly, "wed me."
And Miles Quaritch felt the air get knocked out of his lungs as if someone kneed him in the gut.
Marriage.
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Fanfiction"Viktoria O'Connell. A name that shook the world. Adoptive daughter to the VIP of the VIPs. Earth's Flower. Dancer. Spoiled Princess. Roman O'Connell's favorite beloved daughter. Despite the media's potrayal of her being a beloved saint trying to sa...
