TW: Homophobia
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A sharp point presses against your back, causing your breath to hitch. Cruella keeps a firm grip on your shoulder as she guides you to the Baroness' room. Your shivering is not from the cool temperature of the hospital. The fear and panic that burn through you cause your entire body to shake.
You approach a door and your steps waver. You tense against Cruella, attempting to stall the inevitable. Tears form in your waterline as you stare through the cracked open door. The Baroness lies in her hospital bed, unconscious, with wires sticking out of her delicate skin. She's defenseless, completely vulnerable, and you cannot protect her. Cruella jabs the knife further into your back as a warning.
Hopelessly, you move forward, knowing Cruella won't hesitate to kill you. You inhale deeply and bury your fear, wanting to appear indifferent. Cruella chuckles tauntingly behind you. "So brave, love.". Her words drip from her tongue like a lethal poison, made purely of malice.
She kicks open the door, startling the Baroness awake. You refuse to meet the Baroness' eyes, sparing yourself from the heartbreak, as Cruella pushes you into the room. She closes the door and laughs darkly. "Look who I found, Vicky. It's your sick little sex toy.". She pauses. "I like that actually, Sicky Vicky.". You grimace at the nickname. It strips Victoria of all of her dignity and nobility.
Cruella notices that you haven't made eye contact with the Baroness. She tuts and grabs you by the neck from behind. Her veiny hand closes over your throat, restricting your airway. She keeps the knife pressed into your back, just under your ribcage. You arch away from her as she turns you towards the Baroness. "Look at her, Y/N. Look at the fear in her eyes.".
Blue, horror-filled eyes meet yours. The Baroness' emotions are written clearly across her face as a single tear slides down her cheek. Your nose flares, and you glance at the ceiling to conceal your rage. Cruella chuckles beside your ear as you fight against her. "You picked a feisty one, Vicky," she grunts as she restrains you.
You roll your eyes, and Cruella jabs the knife into your back, breaking the skin. You yelp, understanding the message, and you stop struggling. Cruella smirks. "Good girl," she taunts. You gag, preferring when the Baroness praises you.
Cruella tightens her hold on your throat as punishment for your retaliation. She places the knife on a nearby table and grabs the Baroness' medical chart, holding it in front of you as she examines it. You glance over the doctor's almost illegible handwriting. All of the medical terminologies fly over your head, but you do a double-take at the personal information. You smile weakly at the new knowledge you gained from the chart, the Baroness' middle name.
Cruella sighs from behind you. "Sicky Vicky isn't sick enough to die on her own. I have to do everything myself," she complains. She flings the chart toward the Baroness and grabs her knife. The Baroness grunts as the clipboard lands on her wound. Her hands dart to the injury.
Seeing Victoria in pain from Cruella again lights a fire under your feet. You start kicking and scratching at Cruella, trying to break free. Adrenaline and rage fuel your actions, solely focused on protecting Victoria.
Victoria's eyes widen as she watches you try to remove yourself from Cruella's clutches. Silent tears of terror roll down her cheeks. Her breathing is erratic, and her heart pounds in her chest uncontrollably. She sinks further into herself, attempting to create as much distance between you as possible so she doesn't get hurt. Her eyes follow your movements incessantly as Cruella struggles to restrain you.
You gain the upper hand while fighting Cruella. Knocking the knife out of her grip, she groans, irritated, as it slides across the floor. She tightens her hold on your neck and leans to grab the knife. When she stretches her arm, a glimmer of silver catches your eye. It's the Baroness' dog whistle, loosely wrapped around her wrist. Using the moment of leverage, you elbow Cruella in the gut and pull the dog whistle from her wrist with your free hand.
Instinctively, her hands fly to her stomach, releasing your throat. You cough from the sudden lack of pressure and stumble away from her. You inhale to the best of your ability and place the whistle between your lips. A high-pitched hiss reaches your ears as you blow into the whistle. You cross your fingers and close your eyes, desperately hoping someone brought the Dalmations to the hospital.
The pounding of 12 black and white spotted paws sprinting through the halls brings a relieved smile to your face. Cruella's eyes widen when she hears the barking. She doesn't even have time to react before three gorgeous yet vicious canines burst through the door. You can barely hear Cruella's shriek over the snarls of the Dalmations as they pounce. Cruella curls into a ball, attempting to protect herself, as three powerful jaws gnaw at her limbs.
You immediately turn to the Baroness, climbing into her hospital bed and holding her close. You keep an eye on her wound as she buries herself against you, sobbing into your shoulder. You run your hand through her unkempt hair, soothing her while you watch the Dalmations mutilate Cruella.
A police officer, having heard Cruella's screams from the hallway, barges into the room. He glances in your direction with a look of panic. This is obviously above his pay grade. He presses the button on his radio and calls for backup. Two other officers arrive, and you figure Cruella is too mangled to resist them. You call off the dogs, and the officers arrest Cruella. They drag her bloody body out of the room while reciting their words of caution.
"She's gone, Victoria. You're safe," you whisper while caressing the Baroness' hair. She sniffles and lifts her face from your shoulder. Bloodshot blue eyes stare into yours, brimmed with pain and vulnerability. You run your hand up and down her arm and offer her a comforting smile.
One of the Dalmations bark, drawing your attention away from each other. You both turn toward them and freeze. Blood stains the white fur around all three of their mouths as they give you toothy grins. Victoria's body shakes against you, and her breathing quickens.
You're heart aches at her reaction. A small smile plays on your lips as an idea of how to distract her comes to mind. "So, Elizabeth, huh?". Her face snaps to you, and her eyebrows furrow. "Pardon?". You smile in triumph and decide to tease her a little bit. "Elizabeth. It's your middle name. I'm going to start calling you Liz from now on.". The Baroness' eyes widen, and her mouth falls agape. "You wouldn't dare.". You chuckle at her response. "Oh, but I would dare, Liz.". You punctuate your sentence with a kiss on her cheek, and she glares at you. Her pouting is adorable.
She untangles herself from you and gets out of the hospital bed. She limps towards the door, and you stare, confused. "Do you need help, pretty girl?". "No," she replies sternly as her steps slow. You roll your eyes at her hardheadedness and hop off the bed. Your foot snags Genghis' paw, and you fall, landing flat on your face. The Baroness chuckles as you scramble to stand. "Imbecile.".
You scoff and take your place beside her, offering her your arm. She waves you off and continues limping down the hallway. "Stubborn," you mumble under your breath. "I heard that.".
You roll your eyes and follow your lady loyally.
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