Obsession's Embrace

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A/N: there won't be an update tomorrow (Monday). I'll be at Raw!

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After the realization hit me that the FARC will do anything and everything they want to Electra for as long as they want, I got angry. I think everyone expected me to cry. But I'm not going to cry.

I want Electra back. Safe. Without her being tortured. She's suffered enough torture in her life. Way before she was even an adult. She doesn't deserve it.

Emily, Todd and I are leaving in their plane soon. Against Damian's wishes, despite his begging, my best judgment, and with a ton of threats to and pleading with Emily and Todd, I'm going with them to bring Electra back.

Because she was the one who came to get me when I was captured. When I was being tortured she was the one to save me.

So I'll be damned if I'm not there to bring her home.

"Let's go, sweetheart," Emily smiles at me as she walks to the door with her bags.

Damian grabs my wrist as I start to follow and I look at him. His worry-filled eyes break my heart. He's my terror twin. An older brother. It sucks that I'm worrying him.

"I need to do this, D," I whisper.

"I know," he nods, "be careful, Rhea."

"I will," I reply.

I'm walking to the front door just as Todd opens it. To all of our surprise, Electra walks in just as he does. She just...nonchalantly fucking walks in.

"Electra!" I practically scream while the rest of them punctuate her name with a question mark.

I rush over and she pulls me to her, wrapping her arms tightly around me while she nuzzles her nose against the crook of my neck.

"Fuck it's good to see you," she mumbles.

I squeeze her shirt, not initially realizing it's torn to shreds, fresh cuts and slashes from a whip lining her back.

"I'm going to kill them all," Emily says from behind her.

"Did they-"

Todd starts but Electra snaps a look at him that makes him swallow the question. His eyes flare as he looks at me briefly, then back at her.

"I'll kill them," he growls.

"Nobody's going back there," Electra says sharply.

"How did you escape?" I ask, cupping her face with my hands.

"I made a deal and that's all I'm saying," she says.

Frowning, I shake my head.

"Tell me. I want to know."

"No. You don't," Electra snaps.

I flinch and drop my hands.

"Why do you treat me delicately?" I push.

Electra bites her tongue and I can tell she's holding back. Not an answer. But holding back her anger. She's hurting. She's upset. And I can even see fear in her eyes.

My shoulders slump and I can feel the pain radiating off her. It's the same pain I felt when Tobias was torturing me. The same fear I felt when he was tearing my clothes off.

"Electra-" I whisper.

"God don't do that," she says.

"Do what?" I ask.

"Look at me with fucking pity. I'm fine," she snaps again.

Damian steps forward and I hold a hand out, telling him I'm okay without having to look at him. He stops and continues to watch our exchange while Electra's parents climb the stairs again with their bags.

"You're not fine. I know you're not. Let me take care of you."

Electra shakes her head and scoffs.

"Just go home," she says as she looks away.

Pain strikes my heart. But I don't move.

"I'm not going anywhere," I reply.

"Go home! I don't fucking want your pity!" she shouts.

I slap her. Damian takes another step forward in my defense and I stop him again. Electra's head turned to the side with the force of the slap and stays that way. Her fists ball at her sides when she slowly turns to look back at me.

"I'll have your ass sore for a week for that," she speaks through gritted teeth.

"You touch her and I'll-" Damian starts.

"It's okay, D," I say, still staring Electra in the eyes, "Electra if you want to spank me for that then fine. But until you let me take care of you, you aren't touching me."

Electra groans and rubs her face.

"Fine," she mumbles.

"Where is your room?"

"Second floor. Third door on the right."

"Go up there. I'll be there in a minute," I order sternly.

Electra raises a brow at me. I cross my arms, holding my ground. We face off for a minute before I see tears well in her eyes. She hangs her head in defeat and turns, walking up the stairs.

When she's no longer in sight, I turn to Damian. He's watching me like he's afraid to leave me here.

"I'll be fine. I promise," I assure him.

"What was that threat about? Her spanking you? Is that where the bruises coming from?" He asks.

Sighing, I scratch the back of my neck, unsure of how to respond.

"It's...our relationship is complicated," I reply.

"Domme/sub relationship?" He smirks.

My eyes go wide in horror.

"What? I'm not out of touch with reality on the different types of relationships," he chuckles.

I shake my head and laugh in disbelief.

"I just never would have thought you'd submit to anyone," he shrugs.

I smile and look up the stairs in the direction Electra went.

"Me either."