Status and MB: The kitty chronicles

Magic and Rockelle dabble.

Tw: Abuse, Rape (mentioned), Domestic Abuse, Cheating, and Degrading words. Proceed with caution.

Since I hate myself, Im gonna write a little dabble between Rockelle and Magic. Prepare for all kind of angst. I do not condone any of the things I am about to write and if you are in one of these situations, please tell someone. Its better to speak than to let it go on. Be safe everyone.

That Day

It was a cold day in September, Rockelle organized and cleaned the house. This was their anniversary but today was a day Rockelle hated with a passion. It was the day she married this asshole.

"My darling little kitten!" Magic called from the kitchen, blowing the cigar smoke into the atmosphere. He knew Rockelle hated the smell. Rockelle came into the room silently, the collar digging at her neck, leaving red marks. Magic turned to face her.

He looked at her and suddenly pushes her to the counter, both of her hands reflexively trying to catch herself, that is until Magic stabs a knife through one of her hands into the counter. She screams out in pain. "What did I tell you about coming in silent? You already want to be punished dont you bitch?" He growls, gripping her face harshly as he then spits on her face. "Have fun getting out of that. Cook some fucking dinner, Im hungry." He said, leaving her alone in the room with a stabbed and bleeding hand.

Rockelle struggled to get the knife out of her hand, screaming as she forcefully pulled it out of the skin. Magic then threw a dictionary at her head. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" He screams and Rockelle gets hit in the chest, falling to the ground. She let out a weak wheeze, feeling light headed.

"Im sorry!" Rockelle said weakly and coughs, pushing the heavy book off of her. She used her magic to heal herself, tugging at the tight collar around her neck. "You know what, Im gonna go to Glorias place. She can fucking cook and be a good fuck at that. Have fun with your hand you shit." He said, walking past her and using his magic to tug harshly at the collar, making Rockelle wheeze again and cough.

"Whats wrong baby? Cant handle a little collar? What a fucking weakling." He said, tugging at the collar harder and harder, Rockelle beginning to choke and scream. "S-stop please!" She begs and Magic smirks, flashing his pointed teeth. "Oh you want me to stop? Stop being a fucking failure." He demanded, tugging even harder, her throat starting to collapse. Rockelle fell to the floor with a blue face. Magic then stops the tugging and smirks, spitting on her face again. He walks out of the room.

~Hours Later~

Rockelle woke up with a start, coughing and sniffling. She gently touches her neck, hissing at how it felt. Not hearing Magics obnoxious voice, she looked around. Silently looking around the house, she couldnt find him anywhere. She was finally alone. Quickly going back downstairs, she walked out of the house.

No one was there to stop her, she was free! She starts to run to the street until something stops her. She was pushed back by something, similar to a glass dome. Confused, she reaches out to touch it. It makes a gentle thud and Rockelle tries to hit at it. She frantically moves along the mysterious surface, feeling that there was no opening. No weak point. No escape. She tried to punch it, kick at it, anything, yet nothing. Magic placed a force field, to make sure she couldnt escape.

Rockelles eyes filled with tears, starting to slowly fall to the floor, sobbing. Footsteps could be heard in front of her and the force field briefly opened to reveal Magic. Rockelle was too busy crying. "Hey. What are you doing out here?" He asks, his face full of lipstick marks and neck filled with hickeys. He then forcefully grabs her by the hair and drags her inside. "Cant leave you for a fucking minute without you trying to leave. Wait for me to come back at least!" He said as Rockelle screamed from the pavement of the sidewalk burning at her skin. "I suggest you shut the fuck up before I have to get the boys again. I have them on speed dial. Do you want them to come over to have some more fun with you? Huh?!" He asks and growls, Rockelle covering her mouth to shut up.

There is no escaping.