Never Enough Time | Huskerdust

Chap 37 - No Way Out

⚠️Trigger Warning: This chapter contains sexual scenes, harassment, gore, and abuse. Please read at your own discretion.⚠️

It's been a week since then.

I hyperventilate in the corner of my room while angels disguised as demons watch me. I haven't eaten in days, every breakfast, lunch, and dinner, they bring me food and every time I had tried to eat it, it came right back up, so I'm back to not eating anything.

After seeing all of the blood—his blood— I can't stop thinking about how dead he looked. The image of him takes ahold of my nightmares, allowing me to sleep even less than I have with insomnia. Sometimes an angel will come in and check on me, but otherwise I'm left alone... until today, apparently.

"Alright, get up." I don't need to look up to know it's Valentino. "I'm not asking," he says when I don't move.

"Why?" I mutter, it's the only word I've said since seeing— ...

"Because I said so, now get the fuck up before I fuck you where you sit." I stand up immediately, causing him to scoff.

"Come on." I follow him wordlessly out the door and he leads me to a room where I find Keith, huddled around a table as he tells demons and angels alike what to do with designs. I look around for Velvette and when I don't find her anywhere, I glance at Valentino who has been staring at me for a while.

"Where is she?"

He smiles coyly, "You don't want to know." Horror flashes through my veins and his grin widens, changing the subject, "I brought you to Keith because you look like shit."

I grit my teeth, "Wow, thanks."

"You're welcome." I blink and he's gone.

Keith turns around and when he spots me he smiles gently. I gulp and he comes over to me. "Good to see you're looking fine as ever," he says a little loudly as he walks over. Once he reaches me he leans in slightly, his eyes running over me, inspecting for wounds. When he finds none, he nods and his smile softens into sorrow, speaking softly, quietly, "You know, don't you?"

I nod and shutter, tears threatening to fall. He orders everyone to leave and just when the last one is closing the door, he wraps his arms around me. Neither of us really like hugs, but it feels necessary. "Do you know about Velvette?" His eyes darken and I regret saying it, "Sorry." He just hides his face over my shoulder, hugging his arms around me tighter. "Are you okay?"

He lets go, putting his hands on my shoulders, giving me a small smile, "Fine. It's not like I'm getting hurt, but I can't say the same about your overlord."

"Our overlords," I put emphasis on the plural part. I know he's hurting—I am too—but we need to face it; we won't get out of here by not facing facts. "Valentino's not going to stop unless he gets his way— unless we figure out a way to help them, we can't do anything."

"But we might be able to." He turns away while I give him a curious look.

"What do you mean? Do you have something in mind?"

He turns and gives me a harsh glare and whispers, "Who knows who's listening," He motions subtly to one of the many cameras around the room with the peacock feathers of his tail, "I have a few things you can wear," he says a little louder for the sake of whoever's listening. Turning around, he walks towards a large closet and pulls out a few things for me.

When he hands the clothes to me he whispers, "I don't know what we're going to do, but maybe we can figure it out together," my face falls as he then, louder, says, "This is everything. Valentino asked for you to meet him in his bedroom. I gulp and he gives me a forced smile.