Locked (Fourtris AU)

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"Please don't do this," she whispered, glancing at the crowd, their leader in the front, pushing her deeper and deeper into the woods.

He gave a snarky laugh, filled with confidence, and false pity. "Oh, we're sorry, Beatrice, we just can't have people like you in my town."

"I don't even know what I did wrong, Eric," she mutters, glancing at her toes and tracing lines in the snow.

He walked closer to her, so they were both breathing the same air, causing her to look away in disgust. "For one, you ask too many questions. Curiosity killed the cat," he chuckled, his foul breath hitting her cheek, "and you made fun of my girls."

His girls were the women he was constantly all over. He told them each a different lie, but with all the same message; we'll be married soon, I just have too many things to do right now, I mean it's not easy running a town.

Beatrice wasn't the kind of person to speak her mind, and she wasn't the kind of person to make fun of another. She spent her days working at a eatery, and then going home to read. She hadn't bothered anybody, and just this morning these people show up, calling her a disgrace and cuffing her infront of the whole town. They proceeded to guide her out into the woods, and she was nothing but confused.

"I can't have people like you disrupting my town," he shouts louder, the cheers of the crowd following loudly soon after.

He gives her a shove, having her go tumbling down a hill in the wet snow, landing with an oof at the bottom, laying awkwardly on her arm that crunches under her weight.

She cries out with pain, rolling over and struggling to sit up with her wrists behind her. Her arm pulsed angrily, turn an odd purple from her nearly blue body.

Tears ran down her cheeks and she sniffled. She didn't do anything to deserve this, she hadn't done anything wrong and now she was left in the subzero degree weather, wearing nothing but her night gown with her hand tied behind her back and her nose running.

She was left for the dead.