**really important!!!***
this chapter contains some really potentially triggering things this includes:
self-harm, abuse, detailed/described gore, I don't want to make anyone remember anything that they don't want to. I will put trigger warnings in every chapter in which I see fit. I'm sorry this chapter is really intense and hard to write because it kind of hits home with me, that's all. read at your own risk.**********************
After the two had made it into the airport they both went their separate ways to their rooms, that were right across from each other. Amayaa stumbled into the dresser that was right next to the door, she heard the door slam behind her. Chrollo had locked himself in his room, she turned to see the noise and returned to her room, closing her door. She pushed her hair away from her forehead,
She brought her hand to her forehead as she fell to her scraped knees, her breath hitched as she looked up at the ceiling.
Get. Yourself together.
You won't cry, will you?
That's right, cry.
Do you realize your crying over him?
How pitiful...
I'm not I swear, he just hurt me.
She pulled her shirt from her bruised body, his handprints were written on her skin with an ugly purple color.
She walked to the bathroom mirror to see what his temporary marking looked like,
Her feet burned on the bare carpet, when she pulled the door open she was greeted by herself, she traced over her usual features to prepare herself for what she was about to see.
Her gaze went first to her usual dark, straight hair. Then to her dark eyebrows, then to her usual piercing green eyes. She breathed in a sharp breath before she looked at her jawline,
It was ugly, so very ugly.
His large handprint was firey purple, she choked on her gasp and held it in. Her jaw burned, and the bone felt crunchy, he had probably broken it.
Her lower lash line brimmed with hot salty tears,
She brought her index finger to her thumb to pick at her usual bloody cuticle that had taken years of abuse. She brought her other hand to her head from where he had pushed her into the hard window, her cheekbone swelling slightly. Usual abuse from her work never got to her like this, but he,
He knew how to hurt her good...
And he capitalized on that, that's why she didn't tell him everything. She didn't want him to put the last final crack in her mask, because her mask would finally shatter.
That mask covered the scared child that she truly was,
She matured physically, but that little girl who was just as broken as her mask hid behind her adult mask,
She needed to hide that little girl, she had gone through too much. She deserved to rest.
Chrollo was the final blow, in terms he was almost exactly like her father.
Short-tempered,
Possessive,
Envious,
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HIS BUNNY; THE SNAKE AND THE CROW (Chrollo Lucilfer Smut)
Fanfiction"get on your knees... and get to work." ''''''~~~~~~''''''''~~~~~~~~~''''''''~~~~~~~~~~'''''''~~~~~~''''' Runaway Amayaa Volpe fled from her dysfunctional corrupted family, landed into the cold arms of a Zoldyck, then to the infamous enigma, Chrollo...
