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❝ Listen, Abaddon, I know you’re his friend but I don’t care what that man has been through, nothing will justify what he’s done and is doing. He’s not some lost little boy with demons in his head, he’s a murderer and that’s all he’ll ever be… Good, at least there’s something redeemable about him. ❞ 

Shoving on the clothes, Taygete hardly noticed them until she looked in the bag. She wouldn’t admit it, but the clothes were beautiful, the colours and styles were exactly the types of things she would wear and each item was her size. They were expensive too, she saw the tags and had to swallow hard at the price tags, some of them were in the three-figure digits and she gingerly placed them back in the bag in fear of ruining them.

Glancing back up when Abaddon spoke, she crossed over to the jar she pointed at and peered inside, the glow from inside lighting up the silver of her eyes that stared in wonder. Her mouth fell open slightly as the witch explained what it was and she had to resist the urge to reach out and touch it. A real soul, trapped inside a jar and floating around like it were a bug caught by a child.

❝ I’ve never met a witch like you, all the witches I’ve met have been messy and almost childish, you’re just like the witches my sister would tell me about. Real witches I mean. How did the soul get in there, can you trap them? What do you do with them? I think we should have tea together, Cassandra and I would sneak away from Phaedra when we had earned enough money and have tea… Change how I look? You mean like cut my hair and stuff? Oh, so people don’t realise it’s me…Will I really never get out of here? ❞ 

"Oh, did I wake you up? My apologies, I'm just tending to your wrist, he wanted me to fix you up. I'm assuming you'll need some food and water, yes? You've been asleep for quite some time..." @iinspiredbydeathh - Abaddon

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Taygete awoke to a sharp pain in her wrist, the bones inside moving around freely and agonisingly as the strange woman who towered above her poked at the wound. There had been many people Taygete had met that she considered abnormal but this woman, there was something so eerily inhuman about her that made Taygete cower in the bed. Her small frame shrank into the duvet and her breathing became heavy and harsh.

She was tall, covered head to toe in black clothing of which the colours seemed so deep that it made Taygete feel like she was witnessing black for the first time. Her eyes seemed almost invisible, hidden behind the hood of the cloak she wore, the ends of it frayed and dusty as if she had walked for miles. Her skin was adorned with dark markings and golden chains which made her clink gently with each movement she made. She was beautiful, but she was terrifying.

She didn’t speak much, only muttering to herself in a different language while spreading some sort of healing balm onto the hand-shaped burn on her wrist. Whatever it was worked as the moment it touched her skin, it soothed the aching hotness and numbed it. It allowed the woman to began strapping Taygete’s arm into a split in order to straighten the bones. When she asked her to sit up so she could set her arm into a sling, Taygete complied without question, terrified of what might happen if she refused. This woman could be with him, she could be working by his side and was only saving her so she could be tortured later.

❝ Are… Are you with him? ❞

#➤ t h r e a d ┊ ❛ Hearts turn liquid in her arms | as she drinks it off your tongue ❜ #➤ A b a d d o n ┊ ❛ exterminans - destroyer ❜ #{ #v; sugar demon #iinspiredbydeathh #}

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❝ I wish she was here... I miss her. ❞

Taygete’s body began to tremble and she pathetically used her good arm to rub up and down her shoulder, attempting to warm herself up after realising she sat in nothing but her shorts and bra. The room suddenly felt a lot colder and Taygete felt a lot smaller than she ever had before, she wanted to run and hide but she knew she was safer here with Abaddon than out there with Blair.

❝ Fuck, he’s crazy, he really is crazy. That’s disgusting, I can’t even find the words for that. Those poor girls, they really believe he’s alive? It’s like Cassandra all over again, how has no one caught him?... He’s not like, a creep, know what I mean? He just likes to kill people, right? ❞

Tucking her legs up to her chest, she winced at the pain in her wrist but grit her teeth and bared it, the more she moved it and complained, the longer the healing would be. Her eyes widened when Abaddon mentioned drugging her, but the more she thought about it, her body was on fire and her head was pounding, a long drugged out sleep seemed quite nice. With a sigh, she pushed up from the seat and slowly trailed around Abaddon’s study, using her free hand to poke and read the labels of jars and ghost her finger over inked words in languages she could not read.

❝ So, what is it you actually do? Like, you mentioned your ‘craft’, what is that? Are you like a potion maker or something? I recognize a few of these languages but I can’t read them, where are you from? Sorry... I don’t mean to be annoying or to pry but if you are the only other person I’ll see aside from him I’d like us to be friends, if that’s okay? ❞ 

"Oh, did I wake you up? My apologies, I'm just tending to your wrist, he wanted me to fix you up. I'm assuming you'll need some food and water, yes? You've been asleep for quite some time..." @iinspiredbydeathh - Abaddon

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Taygete awoke to a sharp pain in her wrist, the bones inside moving around freely and agonisingly as the strange woman who towered above her poked at the wound. There had been many people Taygete had met that she considered abnormal but this woman, there was something so eerily inhuman about her that made Taygete cower in the bed. Her small frame shrank into the duvet and her breathing became heavy and harsh.

She was tall, covered head to toe in black clothing of which the colours seemed so deep that it made Taygete feel like she was witnessing black for the first time. Her eyes seemed almost invisible, hidden behind the hood of the cloak she wore, the ends of it frayed and dusty as if she had walked for miles. Her skin was adorned with dark markings and golden chains which made her clink gently with each movement she made. She was beautiful, but she was terrifying.

She didn’t speak much, only muttering to herself in a different language while spreading some sort of healing balm onto the hand-shaped burn on her wrist. Whatever it was worked as the moment it touched her skin, it soothed the aching hotness and numbed it. It allowed the woman to began strapping Taygete’s arm into a split in order to straighten the bones. When she asked her to sit up so she could set her arm into a sling, Taygete complied without question, terrified of what might happen if she refused. This woman could be with him, she could be working by his side and was only saving her so she could be tortured later.

❝ Are… Are you with him? ❞

#➤ t h r e a d ┊ ❛ Hearts turn liquid in her arms | as she drinks it off your tongue ❜ #➤ A b a d d o n ┊ ❛ exterminans - destroyer ❜ #{ #v; sugar demon #iinspiredbydeathh #}

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❝ You know him, you know what he’s like and how his temper is. What stuff sets him off, what do I need to do to keep him happy? She was always kind to me, my other sister, Phaedra, she used to blame me for a lot that happened. She said father left because I was grotesque and that mother only stayed till I was only enough to look after myself. Cassandra was never mean, she always took care of me but when she vanished, Phaedra jumped at the chance and left me alone... I thought that talking about her would make me feel better, it hasn’t, but thank you for doing what you did. You helped her passing and I’ll forever be in your debt for that. ❞

Taygete visibly winced at the thought of her sister begging for her life, cramped in that dark box with no one to talk to other than Abaddon. She tried to will the thoughts away but all she could think about was how alone and terrified Cassandra must have been, how she would have dreamed of someone saving her each night until her poor body gave in and how Blair left her to rot. Her blood boiled and she curled both her hands up into fists, her nails digging deep into her skin and drawing more blood.

However, she was pulled from her thoughts as Abaddon told her the truth about what lay under the bed and she felt sick to her stomach. She refused to vomit again so she groaned and clutched her tummy in agony and disgust as she realised she had slept on top of this poor man's body for two days. Turning back to face the witch, she allowed herself to finally relax as her wounds began to go numb and her stomach eventually settled

❝ God, poor boy... Why did Blair kill him? I saw a few photos in the living room before I attempted my grand escape, he seemed to like him, love him even, why would he kill him? Is there another room in the house? I don’t want to sleep in there anymore. ❞

"Oh, did I wake you up? My apologies, I'm just tending to your wrist, he wanted me to fix you up. I'm assuming you'll need some food and water, yes? You've been asleep for quite some time..." @iinspiredbydeathh - Abaddon

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Taygete awoke to a sharp pain in her wrist, the bones inside moving around freely and agonisingly as the strange woman who towered above her poked at the wound. There had been many people Taygete had met that she considered abnormal but this woman, there was something so eerily inhuman about her that made Taygete cower in the bed. Her small frame shrank into the duvet and her breathing became heavy and harsh.

She was tall, covered head to toe in black clothing of which the colours seemed so deep that it made Taygete feel like she was witnessing black for the first time. Her eyes seemed almost invisible, hidden behind the hood of the cloak she wore, the ends of it frayed and dusty as if she had walked for miles. Her skin was adorned with dark markings and golden chains which made her clink gently with each movement she made. She was beautiful, but she was terrifying.

She didn’t speak much, only muttering to herself in a different language while spreading some sort of healing balm onto the hand-shaped burn on her wrist. Whatever it was worked as the moment it touched her skin, it soothed the aching hotness and numbed it. It allowed the woman to began strapping Taygete’s arm into a split in order to straighten the bones. When she asked her to sit up so she could set her arm into a sling, Taygete complied without question, terrified of what might happen if she refused. This woman could be with him, she could be working by his side and was only saving her so she could be tortured later.

❝ Are… Are you with him? ❞

#➤ t h r e a d ┊ ❛ Hearts turn liquid in her arms | as she drinks it off your tongue ❜ #➤ A b a d d o n ┊ ❛ exterminans - destroyer ❜ #{ #v; sugar demon #iinspiredbydeathh #}

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Nodding in reply, Taygete shuffled further into the room and carefully lowered her aching body onto a large armchair next to Abaddon. The chair was so soft that she wanted nothing more than to sink into it and sleep, but she was still bleeding and was a complete state. She didn’t want to ruin the chair so she sat perched on the edge while the witch busied herself with gathering supplies to clean her up with.

❝ I didn’t know what else to do, I’m scared Abaddon, I just want to go home. I saw my chance and took it, I know better now... He killed my sister, she vanished years ago and I never gave up looking for her. She’s in a box in the basement, her eyes have rotted away and you can see inside of her mouth, she has a hole in her cheek and he took some of her teeth. She... She’s gone, she’s dead, she died alone and afraid and I couldn’t protect her.  ❞

She was too tired to wail, so she settled for a pathetic whimper while Abaddon crouched in front of her and began to apply salve to her wounds. The raven took a damp cloth that was warm to the touch and used it to clean up her face before asking her to turn in the seat. Her shirt was torn and bloody, so Taygete told her to simply cut it away and toss it so she could get to the claw marks on her back. Each touch made the wounds throb and sting but she bit down on her bruised lip to prevent herself from crying out.

❝ Abaddon, what’s under the bed? ❞

"Oh, did I wake you up? My apologies, I'm just tending to your wrist, he wanted me to fix you up. I'm assuming you'll need some food and water, yes? You've been asleep for quite some time..." @iinspiredbydeathh - Abaddon

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Taygete awoke to a sharp pain in her wrist, the bones inside moving around freely and agonisingly as the strange woman who towered above her poked at the wound. There had been many people Taygete had met that she considered abnormal but this woman, there was something so eerily inhuman about her that made Taygete cower in the bed. Her small frame shrank into the duvet and her breathing became heavy and harsh.

She was tall, covered head to toe in black clothing of which the colours seemed so deep that it made Taygete feel like she was witnessing black for the first time. Her eyes seemed almost invisible, hidden behind the hood of the cloak she wore, the ends of it frayed and dusty as if she had walked for miles. Her skin was adorned with dark markings and golden chains which made her clink gently with each movement she made. She was beautiful, but she was terrifying.

She didn’t speak much, only muttering to herself in a different language while spreading some sort of healing balm onto the hand-shaped burn on her wrist. Whatever it was worked as the moment it touched her skin, it soothed the aching hotness and numbed it. It allowed the woman to began strapping Taygete’s arm into a split in order to straighten the bones. When she asked her to sit up so she could set her arm into a sling, Taygete complied without question, terrified of what might happen if she refused. This woman could be with him, she could be working by his side and was only saving her so she could be tortured later.

❝ Are… Are you with him? ❞

#➤ t h r e a d ┊ ❛ Hearts turn liquid in her arms | as she drinks it off your tongue ❜ #➤ A b a d d o n ┊ ❛ exterminans - destroyer ❜ #{ #v; sugar demon #iinspiredbydeathh #}

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Taygete couldn’t help but flinch when Blair smoothed down her hair, screwing her eyes shut and turning her head away but letting out a deep exhale when he did not strike her like she expected. When he agreed to bury Cassandra, she choked on a sob and began thanking him over and over again, whimpering when she was lifted to her feet and guided toward the staircase. Turning back to look at him, she watched him hoist the chest that contained her sister's body up but she could not bear to watch any longer.

Limping out of the basement, she sniffled as she wobbled along hallways looking for the witch until she found her in a small room that appeared to be a study. It was odd, there were the usual bookshelves and a desk piled high with papers and tomes but the room was filled with jars of herbs and liquids, all labelled neatly. Each surface had beautiful crystals and rolls of sage along the top, a soft jingle filled the room from wind chimes by the window that sounded similar to the noise that came from the witch herself and the room had a soft yet earthly smell to it. A strange pot bubbled away in one corner and Abaddon was hunched over a set of scrolls in the other corner but looked up when she heard Taygete enter. Wiping her face free of mess with her good hand, she shuffled forward nervously and spoke to her in a hoarse and whispered voice, refusing to meet her strong gaze.

❝ I, uhm... I wanted to say sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you, I really didn’t, I was just scared and I... I’m sorry, are you okay? ❞

"Oh, did I wake you up? My apologies, I'm just tending to your wrist, he wanted me to fix you up. I'm assuming you'll need some food and water, yes? You've been asleep for quite some time..." @iinspiredbydeathh - Abaddon

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Taygete awoke to a sharp pain in her wrist, the bones inside moving around freely and agonisingly as the strange woman who towered above her poked at the wound. There had been many people Taygete had met that she considered abnormal but this woman, there was something so eerily inhuman about her that made Taygete cower in the bed. Her small frame shrank into the duvet and her breathing became heavy and harsh.

She was tall, covered head to toe in black clothing of which the colours seemed so deep that it made Taygete feel like she was witnessing black for the first time. Her eyes seemed almost invisible, hidden behind the hood of the cloak she wore, the ends of it frayed and dusty as if she had walked for miles. Her skin was adorned with dark markings and golden chains which made her clink gently with each movement she made. She was beautiful, but she was terrifying.

She didn’t speak much, only muttering to herself in a different language while spreading some sort of healing balm onto the hand-shaped burn on her wrist. Whatever it was worked as the moment it touched her skin, it soothed the aching hotness and numbed it. It allowed the woman to began strapping Taygete’s arm into a split in order to straighten the bones. When she asked her to sit up so she could set her arm into a sling, Taygete complied without question, terrified of what might happen if she refused. This woman could be with him, she could be working by his side and was only saving her so she could be tortured later.

❝ Are… Are you with him? ❞

#➤ t h r e a d ┊ ❛ Hearts turn liquid in her arms | as she drinks it off your tongue ❜ #➤ B l a i r ┊ ❛ pull their souls out with strings ❜ #➤ A b a d d o n ┊ ❛ exterminans - destroyer ❜ #{ #v; sugar demon #iinspiredbydeathh #}

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Taygete pressed her hand to her ear and tried hard to push her shoulder into the other, but her body ached and the wound continued to pour so she was forced to listen to him talk about Cassandra. She had to listen to him explain how she died alone and afraid, constantly thinking someone was coming to save her when in reality, no one had even a single idea where she might have been.

❝ Please stop... Please let me believe she died peacefully. ❞

The police gave up on her years ago, but Taygete refused to, she never stopped believing her sister was alive and out there somewhere. She spent all the money she had trying to track her, hiring private detectives and hunting to the ends of the earth to find her. She always believed she was alive and yet there she was, curled up and rotten to the core, flies and maggots eating away at her precious body. Wailing in pain and heartbreak, Taygete could only whimper and nod as Blair threatened her, blood and sick dribbling from her chin along with her tears. She must have looked a state and she knew Blair enjoyed it.

❝ I-I promise, I won’t try to run away again, I’ll do whatever you want me to I swear, I’ll behave. Blair, please... Can you please let me bury her, that’s all I ask, I won’t ever ask for anything ever again, please. ❞

"Oh, did I wake you up? My apologies, I'm just tending to your wrist, he wanted me to fix you up. I'm assuming you'll need some food and water, yes? You've been asleep for quite some time..." @iinspiredbydeathh - Abaddon

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Taygete awoke to a sharp pain in her wrist, the bones inside moving around freely and agonisingly as the strange woman who towered above her poked at the wound. There had been many people Taygete had met that she considered abnormal but this woman, there was something so eerily inhuman about her that made Taygete cower in the bed. Her small frame shrank into the duvet and her breathing became heavy and harsh.

She was tall, covered head to toe in black clothing of which the colours seemed so deep that it made Taygete feel like she was witnessing black for the first time. Her eyes seemed almost invisible, hidden behind the hood of the cloak she wore, the ends of it frayed and dusty as if she had walked for miles. Her skin was adorned with dark markings and golden chains which made her clink gently with each movement she made. She was beautiful, but she was terrifying.

She didn’t speak much, only muttering to herself in a different language while spreading some sort of healing balm onto the hand-shaped burn on her wrist. Whatever it was worked as the moment it touched her skin, it soothed the aching hotness and numbed it. It allowed the woman to began strapping Taygete’s arm into a split in order to straighten the bones. When she asked her to sit up so she could set her arm into a sling, Taygete complied without question, terrified of what might happen if she refused. This woman could be with him, she could be working by his side and was only saving her so she could be tortured later.

❝ Are… Are you with him? ❞

#➤ t h r e a d ┊ ❛ Hearts turn liquid in her arms | as she drinks it off your tongue ❜ #➤ B l a i r ┊ ❛ pull their souls out with strings ❜ #➤ C a s s a n d r a ┊ ❛ evil desires evil actions ❜ #{ #v; sugar demon #iinspiredbydeathh #}

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Taygete could only groan as she was hoisted to her feet, her body being dragged over to the chest where she was thrown against it, collapsing over the wood with a sob. She persisted through the pain and pushed herself up onto her feet as best as she could, swaying on the spot while trying to push her good hand onto the wound to prevent herself from bleeding out.

When Blair thrust the key into her hand, she initially shook her head and tried to back away from it but his hand found its way to her hip and he squeezed hard, digging his nails into the skin. So she was left with no choice but to insert the key into the lock, turning it and gingerly lifting the lid of the chest. The smell was the first thing she noticed, like a rotting animal on the side of the highway that had been boiling in the sun. She screwed her eyes shut as the began to water and covered her mouth to stop the bile coming up her throat. Forcing herself to turn back to the chest, she looked at the body inside and immediately her legs gave out beneath her, sinking to the floor as she repeated her sister's name over and over again.

Looking up at Blair, she watched him smiling down at her without a care in his heart for the pain he had caused. He had ripped one of the only family members she had from her bare hands all those years ago and she had no idea, he was the reason her life was the way it was. It was all his fault. But she could not do anything to him, so she simply turned her head to the side and began to retch, throwing up blood and sick onto the ground while she sobbed.

"Oh, did I wake you up? My apologies, I'm just tending to your wrist, he wanted me to fix you up. I'm assuming you'll need some food and water, yes? You've been asleep for quite some time..." @iinspiredbydeathh - Abaddon

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Taygete awoke to a sharp pain in her wrist, the bones inside moving around freely and agonisingly as the strange woman who towered above her poked at the wound. There had been many people Taygete had met that she considered abnormal but this woman, there was something so eerily inhuman about her that made Taygete cower in the bed. Her small frame shrank into the duvet and her breathing became heavy and harsh.

She was tall, covered head to toe in black clothing of which the colours seemed so deep that it made Taygete feel like she was witnessing black for the first time. Her eyes seemed almost invisible, hidden behind the hood of the cloak she wore, the ends of it frayed and dusty as if she had walked for miles. Her skin was adorned with dark markings and golden chains which made her clink gently with each movement she made. She was beautiful, but she was terrifying.

She didn’t speak much, only muttering to herself in a different language while spreading some sort of healing balm onto the hand-shaped burn on her wrist. Whatever it was worked as the moment it touched her skin, it soothed the aching hotness and numbed it. It allowed the woman to began strapping Taygete’s arm into a split in order to straighten the bones. When she asked her to sit up so she could set her arm into a sling, Taygete complied without question, terrified of what might happen if she refused. This woman could be with him, she could be working by his side and was only saving her so she could be tortured later.

❝ Are… Are you with him? ❞

#➤ t h r e a d ┊ ❛ Hearts turn liquid in her arms | as she drinks it off your tongue ❜ #➤ B l a i r ┊ ❛ pull their souls out with strings ❜ #➤ C a s s a n d r a ┊ ❛ evil desires evil actions ❜ #{ #kinda #v; sugar demon #iinspiredbydeathh #}

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Taygete screamed and thrashed around at Blair’s face when he drove the blade deep into her shoulder, her nails scratching at his face but doing nothing to stop the pain he pushed into her. The witch, Abaddon, groaned from her spot on the floor but was quick to follow her master to the house, obeying each command with nothing but a simple nod.

The hard concrete was cold and damp, the room smelt like something that had gone off in the back of a fridge and it was dark. She could hardly see a thing after being thrown down the stairs so she simply curled herself into a ball, cradling her broken wrist to her chest and keeping her sobs quiet. Taygete was in pain and all she wanted to do was wail and scream but she knew if she cried she would just enrage him even more. So she kept as silent as she could, hiding her face behind now bloodstained locks. 

❝ Just kill me... Please just kill me. ❞

The wound on her shoulder flowed with blood that started to pool into a small puddle on the ground in front of her, she did not know what had happened in this room but she did know that her blood would dry into the floor soon and leave another mark, another kill.

❝ Cassandra, her name was Cassandra... Why do you want to know about my sister? ❞

"Oh, did I wake you up? My apologies, I'm just tending to your wrist, he wanted me to fix you up. I'm assuming you'll need some food and water, yes? You've been asleep for quite some time..." @iinspiredbydeathh - Abaddon

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Taygete awoke to a sharp pain in her wrist, the bones inside moving around freely and agonisingly as the strange woman who towered above her poked at the wound. There had been many people Taygete had met that she considered abnormal but this woman, there was something so eerily inhuman about her that made Taygete cower in the bed. Her small frame shrank into the duvet and her breathing became heavy and harsh.

She was tall, covered head to toe in black clothing of which the colours seemed so deep that it made Taygete feel like she was witnessing black for the first time. Her eyes seemed almost invisible, hidden behind the hood of the cloak she wore, the ends of it frayed and dusty as if she had walked for miles. Her skin was adorned with dark markings and golden chains which made her clink gently with each movement she made. She was beautiful, but she was terrifying.

She didn’t speak much, only muttering to herself in a different language while spreading some sort of healing balm onto the hand-shaped burn on her wrist. Whatever it was worked as the moment it touched her skin, it soothed the aching hotness and numbed it. It allowed the woman to began strapping Taygete’s arm into a split in order to straighten the bones. When she asked her to sit up so she could set her arm into a sling, Taygete complied without question, terrified of what might happen if she refused. This woman could be with him, she could be working by his side and was only saving her so she could be tortured later.

❝ Are… Are you with him? ❞

#➤ t h r e a d ┊ ❛ Hearts turn liquid in her arms | as she drinks it off your tongue ❜ #➤ B l a i r ┊ ❛ pull their souls out with strings ❜ #➤ A b a d d o n ┊ ❛ exterminans - destroyer ❜ #{ #v; sugar demon #iinspiredbydeathh #}

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Taygete could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she ran while the screeching of the raven behind her got closer and closer. She knew the witch was close and she shut her eyes as the sharp claws hooked deep into her shoulder blades. The raven thrashed Taygete from side to side, cutting off her clear path to the gate and sent her crashing to the ground, landing on her broken wrist. A blood curling scream sounded through the air as the bones inside her wrist shattered again and sent her into undying agony. 

She did not have much time to wallow in her pain for Blair’s large hand was tossing her to the ground again just to add salt to the injury. He tugged on her hair hard enough to pull her back up again and she screwed her eyes shut tight in preparation for another shove but it did not happen. Instead, Blair took to screaming insults in her face, hissing words of warning to her and shouting commands at the witch. Taygete knew she was in trouble now, so opening her eyes back up, she screamed and spit directly into Blair’s face, her good arm thrashing around and grabbing hold of the witches hair. Pulling hard enough to send her to the ground, she started to stomp her feet down into the dirt in hopes of kicking her but Blair had already started to drag her back to the house by her hair.

❝ Burn in Hell! Both of you are fucking sick! I’ll fucking kill you both, I swear to god! ❞

"Oh, did I wake you up? My apologies, I'm just tending to your wrist, he wanted me to fix you up. I'm assuming you'll need some food and water, yes? You've been asleep for quite some time..." @iinspiredbydeathh - Abaddon

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Taygete awoke to a sharp pain in her wrist, the bones inside moving around freely and agonisingly as the strange woman who towered above her poked at the wound. There had been many people Taygete had met that she considered abnormal but this woman, there was something so eerily inhuman about her that made Taygete cower in the bed. Her small frame shrank into the duvet and her breathing became heavy and harsh.

She was tall, covered head to toe in black clothing of which the colours seemed so deep that it made Taygete feel like she was witnessing black for the first time. Her eyes seemed almost invisible, hidden behind the hood of the cloak she wore, the ends of it frayed and dusty as if she had walked for miles. Her skin was adorned with dark markings and golden chains which made her clink gently with each movement she made. She was beautiful, but she was terrifying.

She didn’t speak much, only muttering to herself in a different language while spreading some sort of healing balm onto the hand-shaped burn on her wrist. Whatever it was worked as the moment it touched her skin, it soothed the aching hotness and numbed it. It allowed the woman to began strapping Taygete’s arm into a split in order to straighten the bones. When she asked her to sit up so she could set her arm into a sling, Taygete complied without question, terrified of what might happen if she refused. This woman could be with him, she could be working by his side and was only saving her so she could be tortured later.

❝ Are… Are you with him? ❞

#➤ t h r e a d ┊ ❛ Hearts turn liquid in her arms | as she drinks it off your tongue ❜ #➤ B l a i r ┊ ❛ pull their souls out with strings ❜ #➤ A b a d d o n ┊ ❛ exterminans - destroyer ❜ #{ #v; sugar demon #iinspiredbydeathh #}

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❝ I won’t tell him you mentioned it, I promise... ❞

Taygete gingerly accepted the glass of water and whispered a gentle thank you, nodding to her words and watching her leave. She didn’t drink the water, she sat it on the table almost immediately then started to wander around the room as she looked for any clues as to where she was. She found a paper that was clean and the pages were still crisp, indicating it was new and after reading the date, Taygete discovered it was the twenty-third day of the month, meaning she had been here for two days.

She hoped today would be the last. 

Taygete wandered in circles for what seemed like hours, pacing back and forth without even so much as looking at the glass of water. Eventually, she heard the sound of an approaching car and she carefully made her way over to the window, peering out and noticing a car making it’s way up the path toward the house. That was when the witch quickly popped her head into the room to let her know that Blair had returned. 

Taygete simply nodded, knowing she had to be fast. Listening out for the door and conversation, she lifted the glass of water and the second the key met the door, she moved. Throwing it as hard as she could, the glass of both the window and the glass shattered into a million pieces, scattering to the wooden floor. Taygete launched forward and hauled her body through the frame as best she could with her good arm before jumping. Her fall was broken by a patch of grass and a flowerbed beneath the window but she did not have time to be grateful, so she picked her aching body up and started to run faster than she ever had in her life, not daring to look behind her.

"Oh, did I wake you up? My apologies, I'm just tending to your wrist, he wanted me to fix you up. I'm assuming you'll need some food and water, yes? You've been asleep for quite some time..." @iinspiredbydeathh - Abaddon

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Taygete awoke to a sharp pain in her wrist, the bones inside moving around freely and agonisingly as the strange woman who towered above her poked at the wound. There had been many people Taygete had met that she considered abnormal but this woman, there was something so eerily inhuman about her that made Taygete cower in the bed. Her small frame shrank into the duvet and her breathing became heavy and harsh.

She was tall, covered head to toe in black clothing of which the colours seemed so deep that it made Taygete feel like she was witnessing black for the first time. Her eyes seemed almost invisible, hidden behind the hood of the cloak she wore, the ends of it frayed and dusty as if she had walked for miles. Her skin was adorned with dark markings and golden chains which made her clink gently with each movement she made. She was beautiful, but she was terrifying.

She didn’t speak much, only muttering to herself in a different language while spreading some sort of healing balm onto the hand-shaped burn on her wrist. Whatever it was worked as the moment it touched her skin, it soothed the aching hotness and numbed it. It allowed the woman to began strapping Taygete’s arm into a split in order to straighten the bones. When she asked her to sit up so she could set her arm into a sling, Taygete complied without question, terrified of what might happen if she refused. This woman could be with him, she could be working by his side and was only saving her so she could be tortured later.

❝ Are… Are you with him? ❞

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❝ Oh, I-I’m sorry about that. I’m not sure I want to ask him now, if his best friend tells me I need to be brave to ask him that then I’ll just find out for myself... Oh, uhm, yes please. I’m going to stay in here until he gets back. C-could I have some water before you go? ❞ 

Taygete stayed out of her way while she tidied up the living room, dusting off pillows and fixing the curtains. Each time she unintentionally stood closer to Taygete, the girl would back up until she was against another wall. She could hear the jingling of the keyring that was attached to her hips, she needed to get it but there was simply no way of getting to them without the witch seeing.

So, she scrapped that plan rather quickly and watched the woman leave the room. As soon as the door was shut, Taygete pushed herself off of the wall and ran to the nearest window, pulling on the latches with her good hand but nothing happened. Locked, of course they were locked. But she was quick to form another plan, she just needed to wait until the witch returned.

"Oh, did I wake you up? My apologies, I'm just tending to your wrist, he wanted me to fix you up. I'm assuming you'll need some food and water, yes? You've been asleep for quite some time..." @iinspiredbydeathh - Abaddon

@iinspiredbydeathh

Taygete awoke to a sharp pain in her wrist, the bones inside moving around freely and agonisingly as the strange woman who towered above her poked at the wound. There had been many people Taygete had met that she considered abnormal but this woman, there was something so eerily inhuman about her that made Taygete cower in the bed. Her small frame shrank into the duvet and her breathing became heavy and harsh.

She was tall, covered head to toe in black clothing of which the colours seemed so deep that it made Taygete feel like she was witnessing black for the first time. Her eyes seemed almost invisible, hidden behind the hood of the cloak she wore, the ends of it frayed and dusty as if she had walked for miles. Her skin was adorned with dark markings and golden chains which made her clink gently with each movement she made. She was beautiful, but she was terrifying.

She didn’t speak much, only muttering to herself in a different language while spreading some sort of healing balm onto the hand-shaped burn on her wrist. Whatever it was worked as the moment it touched her skin, it soothed the aching hotness and numbed it. It allowed the woman to began strapping Taygete’s arm into a split in order to straighten the bones. When she asked her to sit up so she could set her arm into a sling, Taygete complied without question, terrified of what might happen if she refused. This woman could be with him, she could be working by his side and was only saving her so she could be tortured later.

❝ Are… Are you with him? ❞

#➤ t h r e a d ┊ ❛ Hearts turn liquid in her arms | as she drinks it off your tongue ❜ #➤ A b a d d o n ┊ ❛ exterminans - destroyer ❜ #{ #v; sugar demon #iinspiredbydeathh #}

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❝ You have a sister? I had two sisters, they’re gone now though. What does your sister make of you helping him, I wouldn’t be best pleased if you were my sister. Who’s Joshua? Was he the last poor bastard this asshole rounded up to torture?… What will he do to me if I manage to get out, because I will, I just want to know what’ll happen if he finds me. ❞

Taygete nodded, her wides eyes exploring the room without saying a thing. She did not make it obvious but she was searching for a way out, she wasn’t stupid and knew the front door would be locked. She couldn’t escape through the back because the woman would be out there and she would notice. They appeared to be on the ground floor and there were multiple windows in the room, if she could get one of them open she could jump down from there. 

She was tired and scared but she could run, if she could get down the gravel pathway that she could see out of the window, she could try and flag a car down. Someone would stop, she was a young girl with a broken wrist, wearing torn clothes that were covered in her own blood. Who wouldn’t stop to help? Taygete was pulled from her thoughts by the woman’s words and her blood ran cold, her heart stopping. The hairs on her arms began to rise and she swallowed a lump that had formed in her throat before whispering her question.

❝ H-how long before he gets home?… ❞ 

"Oh, did I wake you up? My apologies, I'm just tending to your wrist, he wanted me to fix you up. I'm assuming you'll need some food and water, yes? You've been asleep for quite some time..." @iinspiredbydeathh - Abaddon

@iinspiredbydeathh

Taygete awoke to a sharp pain in her wrist, the bones inside moving around freely and agonisingly as the strange woman who towered above her poked at the wound. There had been many people Taygete had met that she considered abnormal but this woman, there was something so eerily inhuman about her that made Taygete cower in the bed. Her small frame shrank into the duvet and her breathing became heavy and harsh.

She was tall, covered head to toe in black clothing of which the colours seemed so deep that it made Taygete feel like she was witnessing black for the first time. Her eyes seemed almost invisible, hidden behind the hood of the cloak she wore, the ends of it frayed and dusty as if she had walked for miles. Her skin was adorned with dark markings and golden chains which made her clink gently with each movement she made. She was beautiful, but she was terrifying.

She didn’t speak much, only muttering to herself in a different language while spreading some sort of healing balm onto the hand-shaped burn on her wrist. Whatever it was worked as the moment it touched her skin, it soothed the aching hotness and numbed it. It allowed the woman to began strapping Taygete’s arm into a split in order to straighten the bones. When she asked her to sit up so she could set her arm into a sling, Taygete complied without question, terrified of what might happen if she refused. This woman could be with him, she could be working by his side and was only saving her so she could be tortured later.

❝ Are… Are you with him? ❞

#➤ t h r e a d ┊ ❛ Hearts turn liquid in her arms | as she drinks it off your tongue ❜ #➤ A b a d d o n ┊ ❛ exterminans - destroyer ❜ #{ #v; sugar demon #iinspiredbydeathh #}

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Taygete studied her face as she approached, noting the softer look she displayed now. She was confusing, to say the least, one moment ago she was spouting about how Taygete would meet her fate and now she was gentle by her side and releasing her from her cuffs. However, she did not question the woman's motives and thanked her again before gingerly following her out into a long hallway. Her bare feet padded down the wooden floor until she reached a set of spiral stairs that she nervously made her way down.

❝ I just assumed, don’t all angels have wings? I’ve never heard of witches having wings, I thought they used broomsticks? I don’t know much, I stopped keeping up to date with other species a long time ago. I don’t even know if there’s any of my kind left... Can you fly with them, like do they work? ❞

The pair eventually ended up in a seating area filled with plush sofas and soft ottomans, bookshelves piled high with all sorts of titles and perhaps the largest TV Taygete had ever seen. It looked normal, comfortable and safe, her body ached already from the small trip she had made. Yet, she did not want to sit down, she felt too nervous to even touch anything so she settled for leaning against a wall while she gnawed on her lip, clutching her good hand to her chest.

❝ Are you leaving me alone? You said you had stuff to do... ❞

"Oh, did I wake you up? My apologies, I'm just tending to your wrist, he wanted me to fix you up. I'm assuming you'll need some food and water, yes? You've been asleep for quite some time..." @iinspiredbydeathh - Abaddon

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Taygete awoke to a sharp pain in her wrist, the bones inside moving around freely and agonisingly as the strange woman who towered above her poked at the wound. There had been many people Taygete had met that she considered abnormal but this woman, there was something so eerily inhuman about her that made Taygete cower in the bed. Her small frame shrank into the duvet and her breathing became heavy and harsh.

She was tall, covered head to toe in black clothing of which the colours seemed so deep that it made Taygete feel like she was witnessing black for the first time. Her eyes seemed almost invisible, hidden behind the hood of the cloak she wore, the ends of it frayed and dusty as if she had walked for miles. Her skin was adorned with dark markings and golden chains which made her clink gently with each movement she made. She was beautiful, but she was terrifying.

She didn’t speak much, only muttering to herself in a different language while spreading some sort of healing balm onto the hand-shaped burn on her wrist. Whatever it was worked as the moment it touched her skin, it soothed the aching hotness and numbed it. It allowed the woman to began strapping Taygete’s arm into a split in order to straighten the bones. When she asked her to sit up so she could set her arm into a sling, Taygete complied without question, terrified of what might happen if she refused. This woman could be with him, she could be working by his side and was only saving her so she could be tortured later.

❝ Are… Are you with him? ❞

#➤ t h r e a d ┊ ❛ Hearts turn liquid in her arms | as she drinks it off your tongue ❜ #➤ A b a d d o n ┊ ❛ exterminans - destroyer ❜ #{ #v; sugar demon #iinspiredbydeathh #]

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❝ You’re insane... Both of you are, you’re both sick. Torturing and murdering people isn’t a craft, it’s inhuman and disgusting. I don’t care what you two do to me, this will never be my home. Oh do me a favour and shut up, you’re not scaring me. I’m going to die in here anyway like you said, there isn’t much more you can say that will scare me. I can’t very well look around if I’m cuffed to the bed, what do you want me to do? Drag the bed around the house? Let me out the cuffs. ❞

Taygete eventually settled down but could not wipe away the tears that ran down her face, dragging black streaky trails over her cheeks. One arm was in a sling and the other was cuffed to the bed, she was really stuck here unless this woman was kind enough to agree to let her look around. Although she doubted that, at first she had seemed somewhat kind but in the space of just a few moments her heart had turned cold and her words cut through Taygete like daggers.

However, she let out a breath of relief when the woman stalked back over to her with a key in her hand, each stride she took jingled and it was as if the world trembled every time she put her foot to the ground. And yet, she hardly moved, her footsteps did not make a sound and she moved so slowly she appeared to almost float across the room. There was something off about her. She uncuffed Taygete who groaned as the blood flowed back into her circulation and she rubbed at her free wrist as best she could. Standing from the bed proved difficult but she managed it, huffing at the state of the clothes she word but softly and nervously thanking the woman for freeing her. When she turned away to lead her to the door, Taygete gave herself a chance to look her up and down and her eyes focused on what looked like feathers trailing from underneath her cloak. They were as black as death but with each burst of light that filtered through the gap in the curtains, they shimmered shades of deep greens and vibrant purples.

❝ Are those wings? Are you some sort of angel? ❞

"Oh, did I wake you up? My apologies, I'm just tending to your wrist, he wanted me to fix you up. I'm assuming you'll need some food and water, yes? You've been asleep for quite some time..." @iinspiredbydeathh - Abaddon

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Taygete awoke to a sharp pain in her wrist, the bones inside moving around freely and agonisingly as the strange woman who towered above her poked at the wound. There had been many people Taygete had met that she considered abnormal but this woman, there was something so eerily inhuman about her that made Taygete cower in the bed. Her small frame shrank into the duvet and her breathing became heavy and harsh.

She was tall, covered head to toe in black clothing of which the colours seemed so deep that it made Taygete feel like she was witnessing black for the first time. Her eyes seemed almost invisible, hidden behind the hood of the cloak she wore, the ends of it frayed and dusty as if she had walked for miles. Her skin was adorned with dark markings and golden chains which made her clink gently with each movement she made. She was beautiful, but she was terrifying.

She didn’t speak much, only muttering to herself in a different language while spreading some sort of healing balm onto the hand-shaped burn on her wrist. Whatever it was worked as the moment it touched her skin, it soothed the aching hotness and numbed it. It allowed the woman to began strapping Taygete’s arm into a split in order to straighten the bones. When she asked her to sit up so she could set her arm into a sling, Taygete complied without question, terrified of what might happen if she refused. This woman could be with him, she could be working by his side and was only saving her so she could be tortured later.

❝ Are… Are you with him? ❞

#➤ t h r e a d ┊ ❛ Hearts turn liquid in her arms | as she drinks it off your tongue ❜ #{ #no abby tag #v; sugar demon #iinspiredbydeathh #}

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❝ What is wrong with you? Do you have any idea what he does? What would possess you to help a man like that, I don’t care if he saved your life, you’re crazy if you think you owe him... No, no this is not my home, I don’t belong here, I... ❞

She flinched when the woman reached out for her wrist, expecting the bones inside of that one to shatter too but was almost pleasantly surprised when she felt a soothing tingle spread across the skin. The small trickle of blood that had begun to pour rolled back up inside her body and while the pain did not settle, it was numbed and became bearable.

However, Taygete did not ease up for her tears started to flow more openly, her breathing heavier than before as her shoulder heaved. The woman could barely be heard over Taygete’s sobbing. She harshly pulled her head out of the soft touch and turned to the side while she wailed, unable to think of anything apart from her own home and the soft comfort of her bed. The view of the ocean from outside her bedroom window and the apple tree in her front garden. 

She would never go home.

❝ I don’t want anything from either of you. Soon people will realise I’m missing, my professors will notice I’m not showing up for class, my friends will go looking for me at my house, even my fucking nail tech will notice I’m gone. Neither of you will get away with this, if no one comes for me I’ll get out myself, I’m not some stupid little girl who will just do what you tell me to. If he hunts me down and kills me then so be it, I would rather be dead than be his plaything. ❞ 

"Oh, did I wake you up? My apologies, I'm just tending to your wrist, he wanted me to fix you up. I'm assuming you'll need some food and water, yes? You've been asleep for quite some time..." @iinspiredbydeathh - Abaddon

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Taygete awoke to a sharp pain in her wrist, the bones inside moving around freely and agonisingly as the strange woman who towered above her poked at the wound. There had been many people Taygete had met that she considered abnormal but this woman, there was something so eerily inhuman about her that made Taygete cower in the bed. Her small frame shrank into the duvet and her breathing became heavy and harsh.

She was tall, covered head to toe in black clothing of which the colours seemed so deep that it made Taygete feel like she was witnessing black for the first time. Her eyes seemed almost invisible, hidden behind the hood of the cloak she wore, the ends of it frayed and dusty as if she had walked for miles. Her skin was adorned with dark markings and golden chains which made her clink gently with each movement she made. She was beautiful, but she was terrifying.

She didn’t speak much, only muttering to herself in a different language while spreading some sort of healing balm onto the hand-shaped burn on her wrist. Whatever it was worked as the moment it touched her skin, it soothed the aching hotness and numbed it. It allowed the woman to began strapping Taygete’s arm into a split in order to straighten the bones. When she asked her to sit up so she could set her arm into a sling, Taygete complied without question, terrified of what might happen if she refused. This woman could be with him, she could be working by his side and was only saving her so she could be tortured later.

❝ Are… Are you with him? ❞

#➤ t h r e a d ┊ ❛ Hearts turn liquid in her arms | as she drinks it off your tongue ❜ #{ #no abby tag woops #sorry #v; sugar demon #iinspiredbydeathh #}

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❝ You serve him? Like, you’re his slave? No, I don’t want anything from you, I’m fine... I just want to go home.❞

Groaning at the pain in her head, she moved to lift her free hand so she could press her fingers into her forehead but when she pulled, she found herself tugging harshly with her hand unable to move any further. Looking up, Taygete’s free wrist was wrapped tight in a set of metal handcuffs that were secured to the bedpost. Her eyes widened and she began pulling hard, sniffing and panting heavily as the metal began to cut into her wrist from how desperately she was trying to escape.

Turning back to face the woman, Taygete tried her best to lean forward to get her attention, the look in her eyes was enough to beg for her release without saying a single world. Her bottom lip was sucked into her mouth and the tears slipped out of the corner of her eyes, rolling down her cheeks before pooling at the end of her trembling chin then dropping to the sheets. Taygete knew the woman was right, she needed food and water but she didn’t trust her, if she was working with that man then there could be anything in the water and food. 

❝ Busy doing what, kidnapping and hurting more innocent people? Please, just let me go, tell him I escaped. I won’t tell anyone about this, I won’t go to the police. I’ll move states if you want, I’ll even leave the country, just please... ❞

"Oh, did I wake you up? My apologies, I'm just tending to your wrist, he wanted me to fix you up. I'm assuming you'll need some food and water, yes? You've been asleep for quite some time..." @iinspiredbydeathh - Abaddon

@iinspiredbydeathh

Taygete awoke to a sharp pain in her wrist, the bones inside moving around freely and agonisingly as the strange woman who towered above her poked at the wound. There had been many people Taygete had met that she considered abnormal but this woman, there was something so eerily inhuman about her that made Taygete cower in the bed. Her small frame shrank into the duvet and her breathing became heavy and harsh.

She was tall, covered head to toe in black clothing of which the colours seemed so deep that it made Taygete feel like she was witnessing black for the first time. Her eyes seemed almost invisible, hidden behind the hood of the cloak she wore, the ends of it frayed and dusty as if she had walked for miles. Her skin was adorned with dark markings and golden chains which made her clink gently with each movement she made. She was beautiful, but she was terrifying.

She didn’t speak much, only muttering to herself in a different language while spreading some sort of healing balm onto the hand-shaped burn on her wrist. Whatever it was worked as the moment it touched her skin, it soothed the aching hotness and numbed it. It allowed the woman to began strapping Taygete’s arm into a split in order to straighten the bones. When she asked her to sit up so she could set her arm into a sling, Taygete complied without question, terrified of what might happen if she refused. This woman could be with him, she could be working by his side and was only saving her so she could be tortured later.

❝ Are… Are you with him? ❞

#➤ t h r e a d ┊ ❛ Hearts turn liquid in her arms | as she drinks it off your tongue ❜ #{ #no abby tag woops #v; sugar demon #iinspiredbydeathh #}

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