Violet rarely speaks, so when you find yourself hearing her voice, you either cherish it or start running.
Being a selective mute who's power is to disappear, Violet Hargreeves hasn't aged ever since Five's powers kicked back at her for trying to st...
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Violet had known pain. Had dealt with it all her life. She greeted it often with a familiar, outstretched hand.
Violet had grown up expecting pain.
It came, it went.
This, however, was torture.
She felt every second as the glass slowly tore down the inside of her throat, working it's way to her stomach, and she feared that she'd actually choke on her own blood if she passed out, which she was very close to doing with each shattering cough and rattling inhale that sent stabbing pains through her lungs.
Klaus was panicking, and unbeknownst to her so was the other brother in the room.
They could see her half lidded eyes were red, bloodshot, and every so often she'd cough and spit blood to the side, though most of it stained her front. Her skin had quickly turned ashen, almost like her cloaked form, but this was worse because she wasn't able to properly use her powers.
Every second she did her best to repair what was going on inside of her body. The glass would tear open new sections and weaken her further to the point where she could barely heal herself even a little bit afterwards, the bloodloss catching up to her far quicker than she'd have liked or expected.
This pain was never ending and she couldn't think.
She had to conserve energy but the stabbing pain tearing through her was enough to drive a person insane. It was inescapable, and the arms of the chair creaked under the pressure she was putting on them.
She didn't even care about the knife still in her hand. Not anymore. Because that pain didn't compare. That was miniscule in comparison.
She didn't understand the kidnappers plan; if they wanted her to talk she certainly couldn't manage it now, even if she could have before. If they'd have just taken her they would have grown tiresome from lack of results and probably killed her.
Klaus being there made things difficult - he was weak to the fact his little sister was being tortured in front of him and he could do nothing about it. He'd shed his own tears, shaking not because the drugs were wearing off but because he couldn't stand to be that powerless.
The two were soon dragged into the closet, chair digging into her side as she hunched over, unable to sit comfortably. She could barely keep her eyes open enough to recognise that they were being moved, or how much time had even passed. Tape covered both their mouths again and when darkness cloaked them she finally began to feel the overwhelming panic.
She faced a wide eyed Klaus and felt her chest tighten horrifically.
Her rasps were muffled and a blinding pain shot through her chest as tears clouded her vision and she could not stop herself from coughing on the blood in her throat. Metallic liquid filled her mouth and she grew frantic, yanking at the rope on her good hand. Klaus noticed her panic and only when the ghost of his brother quickly explained what was happening did he mirror her actions.
