𝐁𝐀𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 | mercy on me, would you please spare me tonight.
In a different life, Tabitha Ventrix would've been the purest of angels, harmless to anyone.
In reality, she was nothing of the sort; a weapon against the world. She wasn't a...
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. . . two more shall take its place. ━━━━━ CHAPTER SIX, the sixth and final step in tabitha ventrix's downfall.
"SHE IS A POWERFUL ASSET TO THE CAUSE. DO NOT FORGET THAT." First words she hears through the pain.
She wants to groan, she wants to move, she wants to remember, but to no avail. She's stuck, stuck by the chains binding her to the chair she is unwillingly laying on. She knew she should've fought more, she knew she should've noticed the window that was closed before being open, she knew she knew she knew.
"Yearning," it was murmured, too quiet to hear if Tabitha's ears weren't attuned to quiet whispers of things she wasn't supposed to hear. The word, however, did remind her of Raymond—that son of a bitch kidnapped me and brought me here.
Tabitha finally decided to open her eyes, an action she regretted almost immediately after. The bright light she didn't realize that hung above her blinded her temporarily and as she tried to sit up, she found it near impossible.
"I wouldn't move, if I were you." A heavily accented voice spoke out from the darkness, startling Tabitha.
"Why?" Her voice was croaky and her throat was dry, and the energy she exerted just saying one word was enough to make her want to go back to sleep.
"It will alert the soldiers and they will come in and sedate you."
Tabitha groaned, laying back down against the back of whatever she was sitting on and covering her eyes. "What day is it?"
"November 14, 1934." Tabitha's eyes widened. The last time she remembered being awake and not kidnapped was October 31, 1934.
"Who are you? Where am I? Why did you kidnap me?" Her voice got more and more frantic with each question asked. What the hell? She moved her arm and opened her eyes, not moving, but looked over to where she heard the voice.
"I am Doctor Arnim Zola," his heavily accented voice sounded German, and he looked it, too. From what Tabitha could see of him, he was short, and his glasses seemed a bit too small for his face. He was dressed well, which seemed to make sense given the fact that he was a doctor, but if you looked around the room, he stuck out like a sore thumb. Whether it be his seemingly short, pudgy frame or the vest paired with those shoes, he looked like he didn't belong.
(exactly like how you don't belong, Tabitha. you don't belong you don't belong remember when Thanos said you don't belong? he said that to you the day before you fell, do you remember that? do you remember, Tabitha? do you do you do you—)
