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⤟𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗵. ⤠ ⸻
EVENTUALLY NESSIE WAS TAKEN TO SOME place, her mother dragging her along. there she met Elliott, who apparently owns the place. he was welcoming, nice.
soon after they got there, Luther and Five bounced, leaving Diego, Elliott, and Iris with her in the living room. she wanted to know where they left off to but she didn't bother to ask, mostly because they left before she had a chance to.
she was promised the truth. whatever the fuck that was. it better be good.
she sighed, tired of hearing Diego's story of him being locked in a psych ward. it's been twenty minutes, give it a rest. so she stood from the surprisingly comfy couch, waving them off when they asked her where she was going.
instead she used her time to explore, the kitchen had a bathroom on the left, across from the table. past the oven were three doors, the one of the right leading to a stair well, and the other two had bedrooms.
she opened the last door, the one straight ahead from the living room, calling out over her shoulder before she shut it, "wake me when they get here!"
they heard her, giving a simple nod — even if she couldn't see them — and going back to their conversation. Iris was happy, ecstatic to be caught up.
oh, and she was having a hell of a time teasing the man on his new lover. Lila, or whatever her name was. all she heard was that he liked some girl. she took it and ran with it.
Nellie cuddled into the random bed, praying it's clean, as her mind drifted to darkness.
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"PLSASE-" i screamed, my voice croaking and dry. hours of screaming, pleading for him to stop.
"i can't princess." the man sighed, stopping the electrical shock he gave her. he leaned over the control panel, putting his head in his hands.
"daddy please." i cried, "i can't, im sorry, ill be good, ill listen-"
"you're not the problem, princess." he cried, looking at me with tears pooling down his cheeks, matching mine.
