The House of Baroness doesn't keep interns for very long. Anyone who'd met the Baroness knew why. The most ones lasted is two weeks and three days. The least? Half an hour. But something was different with these two...
Claudia Vixen. Bright, talente...
John's dinner went by without any issues, tantrums, screaming fits or bar fights. It was the car ride home that was the problem.
The Baroness had a car that the paparazzi knew down to the scuff on the bumper, so when you drive past, cameras went wild. John pulled to a stop to let the cameras take in Victoria's glory. Pulling to a stop was a huge huge mistake.
There was a loud thud against the car and it appeared that something was trapping the three of you in. Your splitting head, dazed from the alcohol hardly made the face out.
Horace?
Cruella's friend Horace?
Cruella's friend Horace.
You could have sworn you saw that black and white hair too. For a split second...
Victoria began fighting with the door, getting more and more anxious when it couldn't open. "Y/N! Get me out!" She begged. "Get me out of the damn car!" It wasn't too small of a car, but you could see and hear her panic. "Honey I'm right here. Fighting with the door won't help. It's a stunt. I'm sure it'll be over soon."
Making everything worse, Cruella whipped her oversized skirt over the door, stealing the last bit of light.
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"Y/N- Y/N!" Victoria curled into you, shaking. You saw it now. It was a confined dark space. She was being forced into a confined dark space by someone who hated her. You took her into your arms.
"It's going to be okay darling."
"You don't know that!"
"I know that you are afraid and that is valid, but I am here and I've got you."
Victoria, realising that there were journalist outside, took a shaky breath and calmed herself. "Y- you don't think there'll be any bugs, right?" She stuttered.
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How long had it been? It felt like hours. It can't have been hours yet, Eliza and Agatha were still laughing and banging on the door. The creatures had made short work of violating the unwelcome visitor. There were bugs in her clothes. There were bugs in her ears. The ones with wings buzzed around her face, which was scrunched tight.
Eliza rammed her elbow against the casket.
"Oi Sicky Vicky! Having fun with your little pals?" She laughed. Agatha Hardgreaves, the head mean girl backed her twisted crony up by teasing, "C'mon Sticky Vicky! Answer your bestie!" She shouted, pounding her fists on the box. She should have known better than to trust Elizabeth. Leopards do not change their spots.
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All night the bugs crawled all over her and she couldn't stop crying. She only stopped sobbing when she couldn't let anymore tears out. The squirming beasts found millions of ways to scare her and hurt her and make everything torturous.
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Elizabeth Fitzgerald told Cruella everything. All of those awful times that she hurt your girl. The bugs and the rats. That brunette old bat was the reason for this situation.
You met eyes with Anita Darling, after the whole ordeal was fixed. She had a look of delight. She'd won this time, admittedly, but she wasn't going to win again.
