♡runways♡ [DISCONTINUED]

chapter one: the eyes of the brunette

(Warning: rape (?) )
Amber and blue.

The brunette walked down the long golden staircase to her fiance Leo who was playing the piano in peace.

She coldly glared at him, she could picture a knife in her hand ready to attack any second but that was just her imagination  tricking her into one of her wildest dreams.

Yes, she hated her fiance with a burning  passion, she hated men with a burning passion, always stepping on her like she was dirt.

She stopped at the end of the staircase gripping tightly on the rail, with her big skirt walking down the stairs wasn't  fun at all.

Along with the agonizing heels on her feet, suffocating her each step she took, she already had her eyes messed up and if she wore flats she would be considered a disgrace to all humanity.

So, she had to deal with these things on the daily.

They expected everyone to be perfect and respect any law that could  would and should harm a person.

And Catra was on edge with that, heterochromia affected  her day-to-day life, since she was a child she was called a freak, disgrace, nuisance.

It was a miracle she was able to get engaged, but with a horrible  man who didn't  care about what she felt, about what she wanted, about what she needed.

She needed more than this shitty life she wad forced into, she had been rejected since she was a baby, left in a box in the middle of a rainstorm just to be found by the worst  mother  of the planet and almost getting into slavery if it weren't  for the man sitting before her, playing a melody on the big golden piano.

The man could eat his own money and give 0 shits about it, he could swim in his riches whenever he wants.

He stopped  as he felt Catra's presence.. somehow..

He spun around giving her a cold stare, they were  never in love, but someway or another they agreed that they needed somebody, and it was odd that the man was even the slightest attracted to the shorter female.

He approached  Catra and ran his finger from her jaw to her temple which would could and should be considered a gesture of affection, which it was not.

He stood behind the brunette, hands on her shoulders  as they both stared at the art on the ceiling, angels floating above other people, yearning for love.

He pressed himself closer to the female, making her uncomfortable  but she couldn't  move, they  were getting married tomorrow, and she couldn't  do crap about it.

She remained emotionless around her fiance, a woman like her needed to be emotionless, but deep down inside mourned her happiness, her anger grew by the second, but never got the chance to unleash, sadness bottled up all the grief she managed to contain , and love craved that one day she would experience  warmth.

He wrapped his arms around the female pulling her even closer if that was possible, Catra  could feel what he wanted, but she did not feel the same.

"Lets go to our bedroom." He whispered lowering his head to eye his fiance, who closed her eyes and nodded in agreement.

Catra was in risk each second of her life, every decision she made could cost her life, and if it meant doing things unwillingly  so be it.

She was weak, women were weak amongst men, there was nothing she could do as he slipped her corset off, letting it fall to the floor.

(...)

His cold hands traced down Catra's slim body as he ate her out, pleasure but no passion, not even a tiny drop.

(...)

Catra scratched away the tears dropping down her cheeks as he thrusted himself  inside of her, pushing down all her walls and letting out a sigh of contentment.

(...)

She laid, exposed on her huge bed, sore, and broken.

Her fiance left the room as she finally  let the tears fall maybe if she was lucky she wouldn't  get pregnant.

Maybe.

Timeskip
-wedding day-

Catra had never wore a dress so tight  before.

Her bridesmaid, someone she didnt know, tightened  the dress even more, she suffocated her with the huge white skirt and brushing and straightening her hair was about  the worst experience, she did indeed look like a slave.

They slipped white flowers in her hair and placed the veil over a flower crown,  she was prepared to walk down the aisle.

Hooking her arms with her stepdad and forcing a smile, she walked down the long path filled with white flowers, many of his family attended while Catra only had her adoptive  mother look at her for the first time in her life, proudly.

And she didnt even smile it was literally  a deadpan, just approval shining  through her deep green eyes.

She glared at her soon to be husband, they were not to recite any vows to each other, instead said the 'i do's and got married, simple as that.

There wasn't a ceremony, Catra felt empty, most women say that their wedding is the best day of their life, when this was particularly the worst for Catra.

After a night of sobbing her eyes out and going through a love-less marriage, things couldn't  get any worse.. and it did.

Nights of pain, being toyed with, soreness, blood, went on for about four weeks before Catra began to feel nauseous  and vomit in the mornings.

She missed her period for the month, and that only meant one thing.

She was pregnant.

  Feelings on a Carousel
Encased in a Box
I,
The Butterfly
   The Rose
        The Bridge,
Continually Burning
       Survivor
Broken
  Wounded