Fifty Shades Of Lyon [REWORK]

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One Week

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This morning, the same routine was followed; run Violets bath water and make her breakfast. Lucious didn't have his mind on much else besides making her comfortable. She thanked him for everything he did, even if it was just handing her a napkin to wipe her mouth after eating. She was still extremely sore.

Lucious has been the only one going to work, but he continued to pay Violet. To him, her absence was considered a form of medical leave. Especially after he suggested taking her to the hospital and she refused.

After getting out of the bathtub, she examined herself in the mirror. Not her bruised face but rather her bruised body. She examined the marks left on her legs, then releasing a huff. Each time she got out of the bathtub she did this. Although it was unsure of if she was watching the bruises to see their healing progress, or to make sure they were still there.

While Lucious was also extremely focused on Violets recovery from her injuries, there was one thing that he felt would be worth having a discussion about.

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Lucious sat a small plastic bag onto the code table. He sat opposite from Violet, and her breath hitched as soon as she saw the pouch. "Now, Violet you know that while staying here you will have my full hospitality and respect. But there are some things I would like to discuss if you don't mind..." He said calmly, although Violet was visibly nervous. "Okay..." She said.

"I'd never go rambling through your things, but I think that this is an important thing to keep eyes on. In many ways, I'm glad that I found it." He said, referring to the pouch.

He opened it slowly, the velcro popping apart. Violet gulped, her face starting to be flushed with guilt and embarrassment. Once the pouch was opened completely, there was a row of unsettling objects that were arranged inside of it.

Razor blades, sewing needles, small pieces of glass, safety pins, exacto-knives, and more. Some items were covered with dried blood that wouldn't rinse off.

Violet was trembling ever so slightly, unable to make eye contact with Lucious while this was right in front of them. Her fear was that of a child who had gotten caught doing something they shouldn't have.

Lucious leaned back in his seat, putting his foot across his knee and rubbing his chin. The silence was deafening, as neither of them said anything and allowed this moment to sink in.

"I found this in your bedroom drawer, Violet..." Lucious said.

"I just have one main question amongst all of the others." Lucious said in a calm but straightforward tone. "If you already have someone hurting you, why are you hurting yourself more?" He asked.

"I-I don't know..." Violet said nervously. "There's no need to feel nervous, Violet. I'm not interrogating you. And if you think I'm angry, that's not what it is either. I am asking you this as a friend. To help me have a better understanding of you. You can be honest with me, it's okay." He said.

"I...I think that w-when I do it...it gives me a sense of control. O-over my own body...pain, I mean..." She said quietly, beginning to pick with her fingers.