"Unlovable is quite the strong word for a fragile soul like you my darling."
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-IN WHICH , an schizophrenic && ptsd wielding ex-soldier going through grief is pushed on a mission by chris redfield, and along the way is taken by one group of vampir...
"Your leg." She said. You were resting on a small couch. By a fireplace. You looked at her
"Yeah." You said, your voice was horse, the pain died down. But you did lose quite an amount of blood, you didn't want to talk. To be honest and state the obvious. They are your abductors.
"Lift your pant leg." She said. You did as you were told. You would try escaping soon.. not too early it would be easy to spot. And not too late because she'll probably know you by then.. you thought. Rapidly. You didn't even realize that the woman was talking to you.
Until you noticed her lips moving.
"I apologize.. zoned out." You said softly. Your hand fell in your pockets again... your medicine was gone..
Everything was gone. Truly.
You saw her do a harsh sigh.
"You should know maiden that I don't like repeating myself." She said in a stern tone. You hummed
"Okay." You simply stated you lifted your leg on the pillow she propped under it. You saw your bare leg. It was covered in blood, smudged blood, you could still see the teeth marks in your flesh. You saw her grab a green bottle. And she started pouring it on your wound. Your eyes wandered around the castle walls.
It was expensive, this castle is mostly more expensive than your whole existence. You started zoning out. Your thumb fidgeting with your golden ring. Feeling the smooth 24 carats on your finger. You looked at the twisting ring. And it was like the memory of her body falling to the ground.. lying lifeless...
You didn't have any of your meds.. this wasn't going to go well. She's going to notice... But as long as you keep your head down-
"Your arm." You heard her say. You met her eyes once again. The piercing yellow. Burning into yours. You slowly gave her your arm. And she took it. Without breaking eye contact until you looked away.
"You barely talk." She said you didn't know if that was directed towards you. You took off your jacket. And now it showed off your armor. The BSAA armor you always wear just in case. You lifted your arm sleeve. Staring at it. It was worse. As some of the teeth marks went deep into the flesh, it was still oozing blood
"For a soldier..and a fighter, you're not as talkative." She says. She has wrapped bandages around your arm. The dried blood still rests on your face from the monsters outside.
You didn't want to talk to her.. nothing to talk to her about, you simply just wanted to escape. Even though you said not too early.. escaping tonight will be easy.. how hard could it be.?
