Boundaries

Slowly healing

Later that night, Wednesday snuck downstairs into the dungeon. She saw their prisoner tied to a pole, sleeping peacefully. Glowering at the man, she approached him slowly. When she was close enough, she threw the Ice Pick at his leg.

Their cousin yelled in pain, but then smiled. "Little Wednesday," he chuckled. "How are you?"

"Upset," she said darkly. Walking over to him, she pulled out the Ice Pick. Blood started gushing out slowly from the wound. "Seething."

"Over your parents?"

"Over you," she answered, stabbing him in his other leg. The blood seeped out slowly, and she looked up at him. "And what you did to my mother."

"Hello?" A voice called out. Wednesday knew it was Uncle Fester.

"Got lucky," she said, pulling the Ice pick and running to the tunnel at the other end of the wall.

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Gomez woke up early the next morning, looking down at his wife who was finally sleeping peacefully. Granted, he preferred to see her thrashing in the sheets, but with all she had been through, he took her sleeping quietly as a good sign. He debated on whether or not to wake her, when his mother walked in.

"How is she?" Eudora asked, looking over his shoulder at her daughter-in-law.

"Finally asleep," Gomez sighed helplessly. "I hate seeing her like this, Mama. She can barely go two hours without crying out into the night... it used to be a sound I relished waking up to; now I feel a new emotion... one that I've never felt before."

"Son," Eudora replied, placing a hand on his shoulder. "What you feel is revenge. Now, you may have think you've felt it before, when you had to duel other men and keep them away from Morticia; but you feel it for real now.

"Your wife has been violated, and you weren't there to protect her; you feel guilty, and you want to ease it by avenging her. But, Gomez, be careful how you handle this. If you were arrested by the police, Morticia would give into her misery... and I don't mean that in a good way. You're her rock, her fortress- She won't even let me or Fester near her, just you."

Gomez sighed, caressing his Querida. He would kill for Morticia, die for her... anything she wishes from him, he would do on the spot. He was wrapped around her little finger. He knew, though, that Eudora was right; if he was locked up, she would probably die. "Thank you, Mama."

Eudora smiled, squeezing his shoulder. "Anytime, my son. I'll be back up with something for you both to eat. Hopefully her appetite has grown a bit."

Morticia began stirring in her sleep once again. As soon as the door clicked she shot up with a scream. "Gomez!"

"Cara," he said softly, slowly wrapping his arms around her. "I'm here, Cara Mia. You have nothing to fear."

"Oh, Gomez," she whimpered, burying her face into his shoulder. He felt the warm tears fall into his sleeve, and held her closer as she wept. "It was awful... I thought you were dead..."

"Never, Querida," he whispered, cupping her cheek. Their eyes locked, and he desperately wanted to kiss her passionately; however, he had to show restraint. That was the hardest thing he's had to do the last couple of days. She didn't react to his kisses on her head, but his kisses anywhere else seemed to cause a reaction he wasn't used to: struggling. Sure, they struggled against each other when they made love on the rack, or when he tied her down. But this struggle wasn't the weak one where she'd submit to him willingly; this struggle felt more like one where she'd fight to get free of him until she couldn't fight any longer. It was all strange and new to him, and he did not welcome it at all. "I can't die that easily."