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[glossyybabie]

loss

part 18 || part 19 || part 20

Summary: You’re not free. Freedom couldn’t be further from your grasp.

Warnings: Kidnapping. Missy being a manipulative piece of shit.

Word count: 784

Notes: I had to write this in my uni library because I’m without wifi and I’m too stubborn for Word, so if it takes me ages to update this again, that’s why. I will write fics on google docs to my grave.

You struggled to understand the words spoken to you in a way you'd never felt before. It was as though the rate at which you processed the things around you was completely stunted. What . . .? Who . . .? Why . . .?

But then you succeeded in your struggle to shift yourself upright. Your eyes drifted around until they focused on the figure in front of you. Deep shades of purple, haunting blue eyes hidden behind a thick set of lashes . . .

She stood up, nudging her chair away in the process. Unforgiving fingers gripped your chin, jerking your head up towards her. Her thumb gently traced your raw, cracked lips. Her sharp fingernails clawed at your jaw.

And when she spoke, the cold bleakness of her voice choked you from the inside. “I hope you didn’t have too much fun without me.”

You were upset, angry, furious. Words like that felt insufficient. You didn’t think you’d ever be able to verbally describe the way you felt. Your stomach twisted itself in knots, so much horror, so much despair sealed away and for so long. Like the snap of a coil, you launched yourself at her.

You hit blindly. Tears pricked away at your eyes. Your throat gurgled and crackled with every shout you made, every insult and curse you could even think to hurl at her, words so horrid you had once never even imagined saying them aloud. And yet it still didn’t feel like enough. A million of the most vulgar, vile insults in the English language wouldn’t have been enough.

Missy sharply yanked on your hair. Your head flew back. Her fingers snapped together in your vision. Your eyes followed them. Her honey-smooth words drifted through your ears, filling you to the brim with an uneasy, fluctuating sensation of warmth.

“Back to reality. Easy. Calm down.”

You went still. You wanted to move, and yet something was stopping you, like some kind of invisible force pinning each of your limbs in place. Any efforts to move were strangely futile. The most you could muster was a frustrated whimper as your hands curled into fists and your nails sank through your skin.

“That’s it,” Missy said softly. Even your random punches in her direction had missed her completely. “Nice and calm. See? There’s no need for violence.”

No need for violence. Missy’s rules were constantly bending and twisting to her own convenience. You couldn’t win a game when she was the creator. You felt like a hamster trapped in a cage, running the same loops, around and around, and expecting a different outcome. It was madness.

You sank to the ground as your knees gave out beneath you. You were curled up amongst the plush skirts between Missy’s legs, both of you on the floor. You were absolutely helpless. It felt like your own mind was betraying you. You wanted to push her away, push everything away, but instead you were totally still and unmoving as she held you tight in a horrid display of affection. Your hands curled around her sides. Undoubtedly you were squeezing her painfully hard, but even if that was the case, her expression never betrayed her.

Missy was overwhelming you. Everything about her. Her sickly sweet yet tangy perfume. Her strong arms winding around you as you fought against nonexistent restraints. The deep, firm thudding of her two hearts.

You could barely make a sound, aside from a small cry of frustration. Your tears seeped into her deep plum coat. Missy made little shushing noises in your ear.

“It’s okay,” Missy murmured. You were pressed up so firmly against her that you could feel her body hum with each word she spoke. “It’s okay. It’s just an adjustment, I know. Oh, you poor, snivelling thing. You really thought you had your life back, didn’t you? Aren’t I a cruel mistress? You can say.”

You tried to speak. The most you could mutter was a resentful, broken, “Fuck you.”

Missy kissed your forehead. You could feel her lips forming a nasty, horrible smile against your skin. 

“And what have we learnt from this experience, my dear?” Missy’s fingers started to loosen up from your aching scalp. “There are several correct answers.”

You were a shaking, quivering mess. You were in no space to string together coherent thoughts, let alone translating those thoughts into coherent words.

“Shall I help you out?” she suggested. “Alright. You will never leave is one of them, but can you guess the other?”

You muttered through involuntarily clenched teeth. “I hate you.”

Missy’s body radiated with warmth. Your hatred fueled her. God, it made you sick.

Her lips moved to your ear as she whispered the final answer.

“I always win.”

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