Threat of Annihilation

Chapter 3 - Fun Things

Warning: Swearing, smut, bdsm, violence, pain, begging, name calling, changing perspectives

Stumbling through the door of my accommodation, I cant even properly admire the incredible upgrade my new apartment is compared to my last as I drag my two boxes in behind me like two dead dogs on a magical string leash. I slam the door shut and lock it behind my, resting my forehead onto the cold wood as I catch my breath.

"What...the actual fuck...?" I say to myself once again. I had practically been chanting that phrase to myself the entire trip back to my room. I slowly make my way to my bathroom, looking around impatiently for the light switch as I feel the blood from my nose drip continuously down my chin. To my annoyance, the light switch was outside the bathroom. Someone clearly never had siblings.  

I look myself in the mirror of the now brightly lit room after briefly splashing my face with cold water and just as I thought...I look like shit. watered down blood still trickled down my face, bruises forming around the side of my face and reddened neck. I traced them gently and wince as I feel a sting. I slowly unbutton and remove my shirt, arms still shaking, and saw the same bruising was happening to my stomach, I turned around, and found even more on my back. I throw my shirt to the floor in frustration. 

"What the fuck was her god damn problem??!" I yell to myself as I storm out and begin to rip open my boxes, rummaging through my things, hoping I remembered to pack my own medical kit since the med bay was very far away from where I was now.

"Oh nooooooo, some boxes that have clearly been recently delivered to the entrance  of a building?? GASP! HOW OUTRAGOUS!" I say mockingly as I messily unpack nearly every box, wincing and stopping a few times as my stomach aches in pain. I hover my hand around the aching area and walk towards the final box, kicking all of my scattered belongings out of my way as I do. My room is definitely a mess now. A problem for later.

 "Let me just, oh I don't know, fucking RUIN someone else's shit and then ruin their shit AGAIN in a BODILY HARMING WAY!! YES THAT SOUNDS LIKE A PERFECTLY FUCKING REASONABLE RESPONSE TO A GODDAMN AMAZON PRIME DELIVERY." My eyes widen in delight as I find my medical kit. 

The next hour just consisted of me applying some cream wherever I could, sitting on the side of my bathtub and binding my strings within my skin and veins to hopefully help everything heal fasted. If I concentrate my strings during the day, all my wounds will heal by lunchtime. I wish I could just do it while I slept...but that amount of energy was recently knocked out of me. I almost screamed at the pain of fixing my nose. 

"Fucking humiliating. Day one and I almost get fucking killed by the one fucking person I was told to fucking avoid." I groan in anger as I berry my face in my hands, letting the cream vile fall to the floor.

"GOD IM SO USELESS." I say to myself, but before my mind could wonder anymore into the negative, I felt a buzz emanating from my pocket. I pull out my phone to find its screen cracked, of fucking course it is, along with many notifications.

Irritation rises through every vain as I read the messages and attachments from my co workers. Abigail profusely apologized and says my uniform shirt won't arrive for the next couple of days, fantastic, just another pathetic excuse for that giant women to kill me. I'm lucky she didn't notice this time. But to think this random fucking bitch Sally is the reason for my misfortune today. Never even met the woman and she almost got me killed. I thought I was just unlucky, or stupid, but no, she gave me the outdated timetables for Marigolds whereabouts. I was practically set up. Was it genuinely a mistake or some fucked up type of hazing for new recruits? Seems like an extreme prank, putting someone up against a colossally opulent demon women.