Basilisk (Dark Ominis Gaunt x OC gothic romance)

Chapter 40: Margaret

And so begins arc 5

Marie- Elastic Heart- Sia (particularly the music video)

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Tw: drugging, sex trafficking, rape, exhibition, death, uh... a lot. It's just a lot. So be aware.

This is going to be rough.

~~Marie~~

Images flashed through her mind, memories she wished so dearly would wither and die.

"Such a pretty thing. You know, I bet you like dancing, don't you? I know a great place we could go."

She had felt so flattered by him, that he would be interested in her, just a factory worker who lived on her own.

"No no no, don't do it-" she moaned at her past self in her mind, gripping Ariadne close.

"Take this, it will calm the nerves. Don't look so worried, sweetheart. Just feel the rhythm." She remembered looking down at the drink and thinking it was just a kind gesture.

"No-" Marie gasped as she sobbed softly.

"Will she be alright?" She heard Ominis vaguely in the background from her racing mind.

"She just needs to work through it. We've done this before." Ariadne said softly against her.

"Before?" Ominis said in worry.

Everything was hazy. She remembered the vague touch of hands against her as clothes tore off her. Laughter, talking, some sort of feeling but she felt so numb to everything.

Her breath shuddered and she whimpered as she clutched Ariadne desperately.

"It's okay, Marie." Ariadne said softly, stroking her hair. "You're not there anymore."

"You were a good one." A rough voice said in amusement down to her as she lay on the ground, her voice still swimming. "Kyle, I think I might want this one."

"You know the price, Caleb. Going price plus extra because she's fresh."

"You drive a hard bargain... but fine. Bring her to my carriage, and give her another dose for good measure. Don't want her running off like the last one."

She was given more drink, her head lifted and the drink forcibly poured down her throat so she coughed and sputtered against the ground before the world tilted further.

She didn't even remember the carriage they mentioned, only being dragged into a room and left there. It was dark and small, with a cot in the corner.

"Home sweet home." Caleb laughed in amusement before shutting the heavy door and walking down the hallway.

It was the start of her nightmare. Endless days of mental torture.

"You know the rules! You do as I say, or you get punished!" She flinched under the strikes he gave her, but glared up at him in defiance through her hands as she shielded her head. Wretched man. Horrible man. Not even worthy of being called a man.

She spit at him and he roared in anger at her, striking her hard enough she saw stars, and everything went black.

"This one is trouble. We'll have to think of some other way."

"There is another way but it's more expensive. How much do you value her?"

There was a pause. "We'll do it. Put her on stage, after a few rounds she'll do anything for the next."