Stay By Me, Witch

Ember - Part 1/2

// authors note: Just another fair warning, young ones, this is going to have sexual assault in it. There will also be depictions of violence, reader beware. //
      "What the f--" her words were cut off and muffled as a hand came over her mouth, Sleyter staring at her with a grin. "Bye pussycat," he said in a sing-song tone and that's the last thing she heard for a little while.
When she opened her eyes again, she was in a room with a mattress on the floor, her clothing had been ripped in spots and her lip busted. She groaned and sat up, rubbing her head. She winced and pulled her fingers to her face, looking at the blood on the tips of her fingers. She pulled her hair into a messy bun, careful not to pull too hard for fear of making the wound worse. As she did so she scanned the room, looking for any way out that she could possibly take. But alas, the door was locked and the window had bars on it.
She sighed and began an incantation to aide her in her escape. "Effugium patere aperire," she whispered repeatedly, her hands moving in front of her in odd shapes and patterns. After a while of whispering her incantation, she touched the window, hissing when she discovered it to be hot. This meant that she could not use the window to escape. She went to the door, felt that it was lukewarm and knew there would be a struggle to escape from there. She then walked to all four walls, stopping at the one across from the door. When she placed her hand on the wall it felt ice cold, making her confused as she didn't see a way out.
"How?" She whispered, her brows furrowing in confusion. She whipped around, instantly regretting it, as the door swung open. A light shined onto her face and she brought her hand up to block it. "Who's there?" She asked, her voice cold as stone.
"Good afternoon, sweet cheeks," the voice dripping with venom, she couldn't make out who was speaking. "Now, you'll need to come lay on this bed here for me or we won't be able to have any fun." The voice said, using the flashlight to emphasize where he wanted her to go.
"Fuck you, I'm not moving. Who are you and what do you want?" She spat, her head throbbing now. "Why am I here?" She asked, her voice still cold.
"You're here because I want to have a little fun with you," she could hear the smile in his voice and felt her stomach drop. 'No..' she thought. She took a step back, only to be met with the wall. She swallowed the lump in her throat, trying to keep calm. "Who.. are.. you? Who the fuck sent you? Why me?" She asked, her instincts kicking in, trying to keep him on the other side of the room.
"Can't tell you, but you know who because you're just my type, sweet cheeks. Now get your ass on that bed or I will have to hurt you," he spat. "Make me, dickhead" she grinned, not knowing what was in store for her.
"Big fucking mistake, bitch" he snarled, crossing the room in a few short strides. He was in front of her almost instantly and had her by the throat, slowly lifting her from the ground. "Let me go!!" She gasped, her legs kicking, fingers clawing. She still couldn't see his face and she was starting to become nauseous. She began another incantation to try and help.
"Salva me pugnare." She whispered, but it didn't take affect, she had mortal strength for now. So she began kicking, biting, and clawing at her attacker, yet her heels and claws did no damage. She screamed and shoved the palm of her hand into his throat, causing him to drop her as he began to cough. She grinned and brought her knee to his face, causing a successful crunch of cartilage. She grabbed the flashlight and shined it on her attacker.
         "Y-You?" She whispered, taken aback. Her attacker stood at 6'1", built like a god, dark hair, green eyes, beautiful if you didn't know who he was. He coughed and stood up, staring at her without a single trace of emotion.
          "Ah, yes.. And now you know, me." He grinned and lunged forward, tackling her to the ground and pinning her down, knocking the flashlight from her hands. She coughed in pain from being slammed against the floor, and looked up at him, struggling to get free from his hold. He laughed at her attempts and crushed her wrists in his hands, a sickening crunch followed by a sob coming from her lips.
         She began another incantation, her voice shaky and her eyes shut tightly. "Da mihi fortitudinem, nam absque eo non morieris.. Da mihi fortitudinem, nam absque eo non morieris. Da mihi fortitudinem, nam absque eo non morieris!" Her voice boomed and her eyes flew open, a small flicker of blue light shining in her eyes. He raised an eyebrow and simply shrugged before slamming his forehead into her face, knocking her out effortlessly.
          He got off of her and dragged her by her hair towards the bed that she had woken up on. It didn't have a sheet and it looked quite raggedy and disgusting, like it had been down in this room for a long while. He picked her up effortlessly and dropped her body onto it, the old mattress giving a 'squeee' with the weight of her body. He grabbed her by the throat and ripped her shirt open, exposing her torso to his sight. With a sickening glint in his eyes, he removed a knife from his pocket and cut between the cups of her bra before pushing the pieces of fabric aside, exposing Ember even further.
          When he heard a grunt from her lips as he began to press the knife into the skin of her sternum, he grinned and the glint in his eyes became a bit stronger. He dragged the knife down her chest, watching as the bright red liquid sprang to the surface and pooled before spilling down the sides of her rib cage. She whimpered and twitched, knocked out but still feeling the sting of his blade.

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1,036 words total - chapter 2

//authors note: the next chapter is a continuation of this chapter. Be advised there will be strong depictions of sexual assault and violence. You've been warned.//