Immortal's End

Yours (2.)

"Don't think it's over, Eva, because it's not." Daveed calls, but I shake my head.

"Darien, wait." I turned back around, staring at the two. "Daveed, you were one of the people who shunned me when I first started working here and I gave you a second chance when you apologized." I glared at him, but still held that shit-eating grin on his face. "What the hell happened to you?"

"You know I've had eyes on you for a while now, don't lie." Daveed says, pushing Darien off of him to start his way back to me. Darien moved to catch him, but I held my hand up for him to wait.

"Can't say I've noticed your leering. It's been particularly creepy." I replied. "So what, you're too horny to think straight?"

"Oh no, I just think it's unfair that Oak shares you with Lin, and not me. We could be happy, you know." I backed up as Daveed continued coming closer to me, climbing back onstage. Darien wasn't too far behind.

"We're just co-workers, you and I. Nothing more. I don't want you." The sling hit my shoulder, I gripped it and held it in front of me, it might just be my escape. I have a bad feeling about this.

"But you were so willing, so eager for me, then You were tugged away and fucked right in front of me. A prize just out of reach... but not anymore." He growled, turning fast to nail Darien in the jaw with his fist. Darien goes down, dazed. I jumped, taking hold of the sling and climbing it's length, I just need to make it to the rafter. But, one miscalculation.

The rip of fabric was the last thing I heard before my ears started ringing from my impact with the stage. That man has some muscles on him, he pulled the sling off of its hook partway, tearing it free and sending me falling. I groaned in response to the hammering pain in my head, the ceiling spinning.

"Daveed... don't..." I strained, but reality was slipping from me. His hands picked me up, carrying me somewhere.

"Sleep, Coco. I've got you."

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Warning- Rape and abuse ahead. If this isn't your kinda thing, no worries, skip to the next chapter, the specifics are not super crucial to the plot. It's okay. I'll fill you in on the key details next chapter.

[Eva.]

My head might actually be the death of me. If only I could die.

Blinking my eyes open, I'm face to face with a video camera and a clock looking thing. 10:54? It was just almost 3pm when Daveed got to the thea- no.

"It's a timer." Daveed confirms my thought. He's laying on his back beside me, and that's when I realize we're on a bed. "That's how much time left before I have to get you back to the theatre. Well, maybe I'll take you back, but I'm kinda curious to find out what happens if I don't."

"Eat shit and die." I spit, I moving to slap him. But, I can't. Cuffed. "Yea, eat horse shit. And fucking die." I hiss, rocking so I sit up, only to groan and lean forward. My head...

"You should be nice to me, all I want to do it play." He smiles, glancing to me. "I could keep you until Monday. It's still Friday almost Saturday.

"Go get a fucktoy then." I spit back.

"I did, and man is she gorgeous."