𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐖𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐓|𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐲𝐥𝐞 [𝟐] [Discontinued]

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝟭𝟯~ 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚

Warnings: Mature Language, Torture, Forced Drug Taking, Drug Addiction, Drug Withdrawals, Abuse, Emotional Abuse, Violence, Blood, Crying, Trauma, Jealousy, Sexual Assault Mentioned, Homophobia, Trust Issues, Anger Issues, Sexual References, Mentions of Rape.

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𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 '𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰, 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭. 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 '𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐬.~𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞-𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐋𝐨𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱, 𝗼𝗻, off, on, off. I didn't know how long I'd been in here. She dragged me in and out of that room, I didn't know where it was. I was in and out of it. "Are you with me?" Joan's voice echoed as my eyes drooped. She knew I wasn't with her, she knew I wasn't present-why would I be? "Beautiful H ya give me." I mumbled out. I couldn't see, but I could feel her presence. I felt the air rise around me, I should've known that'd lead to violence. She hit me hard across the face, I let out a hiss, my face stung. "Are you with me?" She repeated. My brain was back in the room, my haze from the drugs wore off. "W-Where am I?" I stammered to the Governor, my brows furrowed with worry.

"The same place you've been for the past two hours, I think it's time we start being honest with each other." Joan sternly told me, her voice felt so quiet yet so loud. "Fuckin' hell, honest? Ya got me all trap-" I went to say when I heard the flick of a lighter. "What the fuck are ya doin'?" I quietly questioned her. "Something you've been doing to yourself for thirteen years." Joan simply stated, I felt like she was cruelly smirking to me. "No...No." I refused quietly. "What was that?" She taunted. "Ferguson, d-don't do this ta me. I-I promised Franky I wouldn't and fuck I love her so ya not gonna do this at me are ya? I-I'll stay quiet about Jodie..I promise." I stumbled along my words, tears welled in my eyes as she continued to taunt me and torture me.

I heard her place the needle down, "Hearing you beg is so sweet, I need more." She husked in my ear. "What? More?" I retorted confused. "I think one more hit will be just fine for you Richards, you've been lying to people all your life, it's nothing new now." Joan boldly commented, I could see the spike on the needle being waved in front of my face. "Fuck, this is different and ya know it. What do ya want from me huh? What did I ever-" I went to ramble when she shoved the needle into one of my veins and I let out a gasp, delight? Shock? Fear? I don't know. My eyes rolled back as the heroin flooded through my body once more. This was her game, to get me high that I forgot everything and agreed with her.