As the Woe Turns: Once Broken A Wenclair story

The End Of Braydon Jones

Hello! I'm sorry it's been taking me so long between chapters. Thank you all for sticking with me! I love you!

💚For Matilda Always💚

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⚠️ Blood. Gore. Violence. Torture. Offensive Language. Wednesday gets triggered. Enid gets protective. Someone dies but not how you would expect. ⚠️

Braydon came to unable to move. Not for lack of trying. He just couldn't. He was exhausted. His limbs were heavy. His head was heavy. He felt cold metal around his ankles and wrists anchoring him to something rough and solid. Tight leather straps cut across his waist, his chest, and around his neck. He gulped. He tried to survey his surroundings. He couldn't see much. Dark woods. Rocks. Patches of snow covering the ground. What was left of his jacket had been removed but he barely felt the cold. He could hear things though surprisingly well. Amazingly well. The snap and crackle of a fire. Wind cutting through the trees. Some kind of small animals skittering around. People were talking close by. Hushed voices filled the air. Some were obviously complaining, some were arguing. Maybe some were there to save him. Someone had to realize he hadn't made it home yet, or they found his car. Something. Someone had to care. Right? Right?! He was Braydon fucking Jones for Christ's sake. His family owned this town.

Braydon shifted uncomfortably. "Good you're awake. Welcome back." A calm voice stated from beside him causing him to snap back to cold harsh reality. Braydon tried again to move his head to the side to visually acknowledge the person but couldn't. It didn't really matter though. He'd know that cold detached voice anywhere.

"Jesus fuck Addams! You scared the shit out of me!" He declared. "Really?" Wednesday huffed and uncovered the table that was set up beside the chair. She moved it so Braydon could see its contents. "Good. Just scared though? If I were you, I would be more than scared. I would be terrified." Various knives, hammers, saws, tasers, and other devices and weapons used for torture glinted menacingly in the moonlight. Braydon struggled to move yet again. He tried to raise his arms. He tried to turn his head. He tried to lift his legs. He struggled and grunted in frustration when it got him nowhere. "Ok. Haha Addams...you've had your fun. Nice joke. You made your point. I'll leave you and your freak family alone from now on. Ok?! All of you. I'll tell everybody else too. We'll stop giving your pig brother shit. We'll stop throwing garbage at your house. No more breaking windows for the hell of it. I'll stay away from your fucking kid. Fuck we'll stop everything! Ill leave the town...no, the state. I'll leave the fucking country if that's what you want. I swear! I'll do anything! Just let me go." Braydon tried to bargain. He was definitely panicking. Wednesday scoffed. "You're in no position to negotiate. There's a price to pay for the things you've done. Perhaps a pound of flesh for every person you ever bullied. Two for the women you've put your hands on when you weren't welcome to do so. Three for every child and student you've harassed. That seems fair. Don't you think?" Wednesday stated calmly while running her finger over the blade of a bone saw. "No! Fuck no! There's nothing fair about that. There will be nothing left of me. You can't do this! This is bullshit! This is crazy. You can't do this to me. You wouldn't dare. Very funny. Time to let me go!" Braydon stammered. Wednesday grinned wickedly. "Interesting. You and your cousins, your friends, your brothers all accused me of being quite capable of doing this very thing. You said I was crazy. I was dangerous. I was a witch...a murderer. I probably tortured small children and animals. Well, you were right in a sense...but only for those that deserve it, and you deserve it. You're not going anywhere Jones unless it's in tiny...little...pieces." Wednesday snarled as she tased Braydon in the neck causing him to pass out.