Evelyn paced from one end of her room to the other with her nervous fingers playing with the ends of her hair to the fabric of her dress. It had been half a day since Marth was pulled from the forest and into the clutches of his wife to deliver his brother's child. The sentence in her mind felt deranged and reminded her of a story she had read of while at Madame Belladoux's. One filled with forbidden love that was jeopardized by a third heart begging for attention-thus lying to gain his attention-but his true love never wavered from the woman he truly loved. Having a particular happy ending sent electrifying hope through her body as she was then startled by a noise in the distance. As everyone else in the castle had been infatuated with the pending child, no one else had seemed to have noticed the noise.
Following the noise to a section of the castle she had only been in once due to being lost, she curved a corner and found a door ajar on the far left side of the hall. Using her finger, she gently pushed it open before finding Julianna lying upon the ground trying to fight a large figure on top of her. With little to no surveying, Evelyn could tell it had been Adams. The way he laughed while watching the tears stream down his victim's face was something that Evelyn had burned into her memory. Closing her eyes for a moment, she attempted to pull him off before finding Julianna in a rather cautious situation. The entire left side of her face had been beaten to the point of intense bruising and swelling that made her appear as some sort of monster if looked at quickly.
"Unhand her, Adams!" Evelyn spoke without thinking of the odds of winning a fight against Adams-who stood just under Marth's height, but was not as fit, leaving his strength in his extra weight.
Julianna looked to Evelyn with surprise before then looking to Adams.
"I believed there had been some decency left within you somewhere...but I can see that you are allowing your manhood to rule over whatever resemblance of thought can occur to you."
"You are envious of my attentions being on another." Adams spoke as he was shirtless and marked by Julianna's nails as she tried to break free from him.
"I could not describe my loathing of you. Your very gaze upon me would be less favored than forks stabbed into my own eyes. Allow her to pass."
Adams began to laugh as he came even closer to Evelyn, so close that his breath was upon her nose as he spoke.
"You are nothing more than a whore that Joseph found on the street. Just wait until Marth discovers the truth-" Evelyn immediately looked to Julianna who returned her look of shock. Shutting her eyes in self-disgrace, Evelyn pushed Adams from her and went to help Julianna, who she now saw was in worse shape then from afar. Her dress had been torn near the bodice and blood was smeared into the fabric-that was belonging to Julianna herself. Evidence of this was lingering upon her nose and lip as she was just now beginning to reach the maximum velocity of swelling her face would conjure.
"I now have two toys." He spoke with as both girls scoffed towards him-Julianna's being more silent, but Evelyn's being direct.
"Let her go, you have injured her enough."
"I will. If you stay."
Not even thinking twice of her circumstances, Evelyn nodded and looked to Julianna. "Rest." She spoke as Adams then shut the door between Evelyn and Julianna with a large grimace upon his face. Upon returning towards Evelyn, Adams moved the tips of his fingers to her shoulders and across her clavicle, forcing her to make a disgusted face as she could night hide the disgust he awakened upon being near her.
"You should be appreciative of me....offering what I desire aside from me having to force it."
"Appreciative of someone who is forcing me to do something I do not wish to in order to gain something for yourself? How on Earth could anyone be appreciative of that?"
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The Art of the Corset (2017)
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