obsession | wilhelmina venable

8 | New Situations

The days passed by like years, and my hunger grew like the mold on the walls. My skin was covered in goosebumps, it was freezing. I could feel my teeth shaking. I don't know if it was from fear of Venable coming back down or it was the cold.

The hours weren't ticking by like usual. Jesus, I didn't even know what day it was! It could even be the new year by now. My dress was still torn open, and looking down would always remind me of what she did. It was disgusting.

Suddenly, there was a loud thud, and the basement door opened. I kept my mouth shut and just stared into the wall at the other side of the room. I couldn't even look at her any more.

I missed my family, I missed my old life. Much more than I thought I ever would. I always thought I would be much better off somewhere else all the time, but I wanted to be anywhere other than here now. It is crazy how ungrateful we are about everything until we lose them.

"I have a suprise for you, y/n.." She said lowly, coming close to me and sweeping my hair out of my face. I tried not to look at her, but she made me. "I thought you'd like a friend down here, so look who I brought."

I looked over to see my friend who I was talking to the night I followed Venable home. The one I made the excuse up so I could leave. She didn't deserve this, no one did. "Please, let her go. She doesn't deserve this..." I said, weakly since I hadn't had anything to drink in days, maybe even weeks.

"Shhh, or you'll wake her, baby." She said, dragging her over to sit next to me. She was heavily unconscious, and the only indecation to her actually being alive was the soft exhales I felt against my arm. "You don't care about her, you wouldn't even talk to her when you got the chance. Jesus, you even used your kid as an excuse to leave!"

"Venable, let her go! Let us both go, you bastard!" I yelled, but it wasn't like I really could since I could hardly even speak. She smirked down at me and turned to leave. I started to sob, and she looked back, a little hesitant by the look in her eyes.

"One day, you'll be working for me again. You'll learn to appreciate what you have and what you are given. You'll respect me, and you'll worship me. Oh, you'll learn y/n." She chuckled and left us down there to rot alone.

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"Y/n?" I heard a sweet voice wake me up, and I did as I heard it. I looked up at my friend, who had sore looking eyes, and a bloody nose. Her hair was toppled into a mess, and it was like looking in a mirror for tbe both of us.

"Oh my god! I never meant to get-" She held her hand over my face and I stifled a confused whimper. She was unchained, why wouldn't Venable lock her up like she did to me? I was grateful for it any way, at least one of us might be able to get out.

Then we both looked up to the noise at the top of the stairs. The door was left open and the lights were on. Three voices were upstairs, that was weird.

"I demand another spot in my outpost!" She yelled and the other two voices sounded like Jeff and Mutt.

"We are the ones who built it. We can't just make another spot for a purple, it is already done." They said, both of them sounding scared.

"Then make it a gray!" She said, and you could hear her cane hit the floor from all the way down here. The thud was so loud that it shook the basement ceiling, a piece of dust dripping down to the floor. We tried to listen to them, but the voices became incoherent after the door was shut from the outside.

What did she mean? Outpost? Purples? Grays? Was she some kind of mastermind with a sick plan to kill us all? Was this the outpost and we were just waiting to die?