Y/N Wistaria is the last of her bloodline. Being the last fae in the world doesn't help either. Born in America Y/N runs away from her aunt and makes her way to Japan. Getting kidnapped almost as soon as she sets foot in this new place, will she be...
What is it about love that make people sacrifice everything just to keep it?
Why does it seem so easy to love...yet so. hard?
Can I love someone?
Can someone love me?
These thoughts swam through Y/n's mind. She tried opening her eyes and found only darkness. Something rough pressed against her wrists and ankles, refusing to let her move.
A wave of cold rushed through her as the horrifying realization dawned.
Quickly replaced with annoyance.
Seriously? Does she ever get tired of this? Time after time... and to think that I let her.
Suddenly someone ripped off the blindfold that covered her eyes. Blinding light filled her vision. Y/n blinked a few times to adjust to the sudden change. Looking around was confirmation enough, here we go again. She was in the basement chained down. Nothing much to look at, the room was mostly bare. There are a few boxes in a corner. To the right a ladder leaning against a wall and a shelf right above it. A lone window on the left shining it's—
''You do realize I'm over here?''
Of course but, who wants to see your excuse of a face? Y/n thought.
''Look at me when I'm talking!'' her voice was laced with annoyance. Y/N suppressed an eye roll.
''And why would I do that?'' you replied with a sugary voice, still not looking at her.
A whipped cracked.
''Will you look at me now?''
You hated that sound. Despised it. But what you despised more, was turning youryou head to the women in front of her. Standing before Y/n was none other than her aunt, Lysandra, a female with long jet-black hair. Going way past her waist and clad in an equally black suit. A pair of (surprisingly) beautiful aquamarine eyes stared into your e/c eyes. In her hand was a whip ready to paint her already scarred back.
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''Look who finally decided to look up.'' Y/N's aunt looked like a child about to get their favorite toy.
''And look at who finally got her heart back from the dump. Oh wait—you didn't, you don't even have one.'' Anger sparked in those aquamarine depths. Y/n smirked to herself, so easily baited.
''It seems someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.''
And someone should have never woken up at all, would save a lot of people the trouble.
''I happen to have a new toy to play with,'' she continued, running the whip through her gloved hands, ''you see, this one has some fascinating parts. Don't you agree?''
