𝗽𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗼𝗺 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮 ➪ 𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗻𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗱

𝗳𝗶𝗳𝘁𝘆 𝗼𝗻𝗲. 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗴𝗼𝗮𝘁

THERE HAD BEEN A FEELING that washed over the company of four unsupervised agents once they reached their headquarters: accomplishment.
they sighed as they they all sat down the sofa, tired from the many hours without rest they had spent was ingrained in their brains.

"I'll shower first!" Agnes said, standing up quickly so that she didn't have to wash herself in any of her colleagues moist-after-shower bathroom.
"oh come on you take like a whole hour!" George complained.

"today will be two with the amount of sweat I have in my body." the blonde commented as she left the room.
"gross!" George grimaced as Lucy and Lockwood laughed.

there was three familiar knocks at the white door of 34 Portland Row.
one Agnes knew too well, one that made her throat find themselves in knots.
the kind of knock that made her legs weak and her mind fragile as she left the bathroom with a towel over her body and a knew one over her head.

"uhhh...can I help you?" Lockwood's muffled voice questioned the visitors.
Agnes, still upstairs closed her eyes as she prayed that the voice would be different from who she thought it was.

"where is my daughter?" the hoarse, angry man asked, not bothering to be invited in. the woman who accompanied him spoke up as well as she followed her husband.
"where is Agnes?" they didn't bother to hide their rudeness inside the small, humble home; after all, three of their man accompanied the older couple.
tall, fit men in their 30s to 40s, they smelled like leather and had a defensive stance.

"uhh..." George mumbled as his and Lucy's bodies moved from the kitchen.
"let's not cause any problems, we just want our daughter." the father replied apathetically.

"I'm afraid she's not here, sir." Lockwood lied.
there was a creak upstairs, one that could only come from the person standing next to the steps.
there came a nod from Gerald Berkshire and the bodyguard next to him grabbed Lockwood's 's collar harshly.

"listen here, boy—" the boss was cut.
I'M HERE, I'M HERE! you don't have to hurt anyone." Agnes exclaimed as she descended the stairs hurriedly.

"pack your things, darling. we're going home." Emilia commanded.
"you said I had a week, it hasn't been three days." Agnes furrowed her brows in confusion.

"well, you've brought too much attention to yourself," Emilia handed her daughter the newspaper in which contained a brief mention of the family name.

THE WHISPERING COLUMN: AGNES BERKSHIRE, THE HEIR OF THE BERKSHIRE FAMILY is seen working for a small company in London. witnesses have stated that the girl ran away six months ago after a bad accident in her late agency resulting in the death of her partner. the talented agent has lost her place in the third most respected agency in England; surely the girl has stained the Berkshire's name.

"this is old news! everyone knows about the incident!" Agnes protested.
there was a harsh slap across the blonde's cheek, which caused the girl's neck whip towards Lockwood.
it was humiliating. humbling.
Agnes faced the floor, knowing every soul in the room stared at her. the girl covered her red stained cheek with her hand, ashamed for being handled in such a way and hurt from the painful sting.
"pack your bags, we'll leave in thirty minutes."

and Agnes was hopeless again, she would never see them again. she would be put on a pedestal on the news, but she would be nothing to her parents, just the scapegoat.
"yes, mother." her voice was like a robot, the one's who's voice cords were pulled so that they were obligated to speak.

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Agnes descended down the steps once again, but now she accompanied by two of her father's men.
two so that the skillful girl would not be able to fight and escape (once again) from her parent's tight grip.
"Agnes wait!" Lockwood exclaimed as she passed by him, there was no glance, no words coming out of anyone's mouth.

Agnes abruptly stopped in her tracks, she did a 360 and looked at Lockwood. her eyes were emotionless, because it's what her parents did to her. they never handled emotions well, and they would not tolerate a crying teenager.
however, Lockwood's eyes were painful to look at. because it held so much sorrow, so much pain in not knowing when he would be able to see her again.
and there was a last thing he would do.

the boy walked up to her, his hands grabbed her waist as he pulled her closer to him. the two kissed hungrily and hurriedly, never getting enough of each other's lips before they were separated by the large men in leather.

"I LOVE YOU!" Lockwood screamed as Agnes was dragged by her wrist towards her parents car.
"I LOVE YOU TOO! I'LL NEVER FORGET YOU!" she replied, being harshly thrown in the car.

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?" Emilia shrieked from the seat besides Agnes as their driver began driving.
"about?" Agnes frowned, if her mother said a word about Lockwood the blonde was sure to go manic.
"what do you think?" Gerald asked harshly in the passenger seat.

"getting from you...from all of this. or perhaps it's because I'm in love with him?" Agnes said slumped on her seat.
"oh, don't worry sweetheart. I'll personally make sure you forget about him; in fact— I've sorted out a great number of the most coveted bachelors from everywhere, you'll be marrying one of them in a month." Emilia smiled.

Agnes laughed, a raw, angry laugh she couldn't hold back. this couldn't be serious, it couldn't be real.
"is that what this is about? why you guys couldn't wait to marry me off to some prick I would never be capable of loving just so that I could end up a BITTER OLD BITCH LIKE YOU?"
Emilia grabbed a handful of Agnes's hair, banging her daughters head against the tainted windows.

"my dear, leave the beating for when we get home." Gerald nodded and his wife obeyed the man's task.

it was quiet, the rest of the ride home.
and Agnes hoped they would kill her before she had to be married off.
once she stepped foot over the door in the long awaited dark manor she was grabbed by two bodyguards who brought her to small enclosed room.
there in the room was a doctor chair, the ones a patient laid in for inspection.

there was a total of three nurses and a doctor awaiting the blonde heir.
"can you fix her?" Gerald questioned the doctor.
"with the right amount of money." the doctor nodded.

there was a confirmation and in seconds Agnes was straddled into the chair.
"NO! NO! NO! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?!" Agnes screamed before she was gagged.

"be glad this is not a lobotomy, sweet darling." was the last words Agnes heard from her mother as the nurses placed the electrodes, no sedatives because this was a punishment.

"460" the doctor told the male nurse.

and at that moment, 460 electric volts traveled towards Agnes's brain and the girl screamed through the rubber gag but to no avail.

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my baby got lottie'd 😭😭
(I am the only one to blame)

oh and btw voidsteffy thanks for lottiie'd comment, credits to them!!

also for those who like Enola Holmes and are interested in a Tewksbury fic I've decided to start one so if you'd like to check that out later 😓😓