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elsanna-shenanigans · 5 months

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November/October 2023 Contest Submission #5: There's Water in Hell

Words: ca. 4,000 Setting: mAU Lemon: lime Content: Harassment, alcohol

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The scalding Miami sun did not reach the ship terminal. Still, Elsa was already rubbing sunscreen onto Anna’s shoulders. It felt more like giving a massage as she applied pressure to her little sister’s vulnerable light skin. She was just doing her due diligence. Elsa’s stress kicked at her chest as weeks of preparation came to a head. She had their passports between her teeth and their boarding passes tucked under her armpit. As Elsa ran through a mental checklist, she eyed the line-up and shuffled her distracted sister forward.

Anna was enjoying the sensation of Elsa’s surprisingly powerful fingers. She reveled in it as much as watching Elsa’s freckled nose scrunch up as she applied pressure to the documents in her mouth. Her big sister was such an endearing ball of anxiety. Anna reached out and used her thumb and index finger to smooth out the frown lines between Elsa’s eyebrows. Elsa almost let go of the passports as Anna relaxed her.

The sun was nowhere but in a mere few minutes, they would be blasted by it out on the ocean. Their five-day-long cruise was about to begin. Anna was far too excited to notice, but Elsa was always paying extra special attention. As the lineups got bigger, she saw the disparity. There were far more men embarking than there were women. The crowd opened up as they were let into the grand foyer in the dead center of the ship. The handle of Anna’s suitcase rattled as her body bounced. She kept switching directions, trying to figure out what to look at and where to go first.

“Holy hell!” Anna called out as she decided to run out to the deck. “Let’s go do the waving thing!”

As Elsa crossed the hundreds of arrivals, she watched countless men gawk at her sister’s athletic frame. Head down, Elsa followed. The same eyes burned into her. It slowed her down as she tried to maneuver away from the slick glances. She caught up to her kid sister who was pressed up against the metal railing.

Elsa was suddenly very aware of how attractive Anna looked. The red of her freckles and braided hair was in such deep contrast to the endless blue sky. There was something so alluring about the way Anna popped out her hip to lean her forearms on the railing. She was wearing acid-washed short shorts and a light yellow tank top. Her red halter bikini poking out teased everyone who looked. Elsa’s eyes were drawn to her sister’s shoulders. Anna’s skin was shining hot and there was still a bit of white paste there calling to be rubbed in deeper. Her urge to reach out felt different than it had in the terminal. If Elsa yearned to run her fingers along the exposed flesh again, she could only imagine what Anna stirred in the all men around them.

Anna felt her sister press up against her. Elsa leaned in, putting her chin right beside Anna’s neck. It felt like Elsa had protectively wrapped herself around Anna. Anna assumed it was to block out the sun that was already making her sweaty. She welcomed Elsa by rubbing her back against her sister. Anna let go of her bag to reach for Elsa. Her hand landed on the girl’s thigh.

“This is exhilarating,” Anna said as the ship shifted. It was leaving the dock. The youngest didn’t wave at the ocean of people down by the shore. She was too content holding Elsa into place.

“Mhm,” Elsa hummed in agreement. Her voice carried right into Anna’s ear. It evoked a shiver down her spine. A small strand of Elsa’s white hair fell onto Anna’s forehead. It tickled but she refused to push it away. They had spent so much time apart after years devoted to university. This cruise was a graduation present, one they’d bought with a part of their inheritance. Anna was excited to let loose and reconnect with Elsa.

The uptake in flirting was louder than the engines and rudders, and the crashing ocean waves. Elsa pushed herself closer to her kid sister. She ignored the view of the shoreline and clocked potential threats. “Anna, what was the promo code thing you used to get us discounted tickets again?” Elsa was afraid she knew the answer.

“Oh, it was like, single ladies all aboard. Or single ladies five nights out, or something equally dumb. I told you we got upgraded to an open bar for breakfast, right?” Yes, Anna had told Elsa that last part. Elsa wished she had flagged it but she had been so relieved to have saved a third of their budget. As it stood now, the sisters were the only two women not warding off one-liners.

“And I thought it would take me all week to find the most gorgeous girls on the ship,” some dude was suddenly saying. At least it wasn’t ‘Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?’ because Elsa was starting to feel like she’d somehow tripped into hell.

Anna stepped back, leaving Elsa’s hold to put her hand out. His smile was wicked as he placed it on the back of Anna’s hand instead of shaking hers. Anna was giggling as she introduced herself to the sly talker and his noticeably shy friend. “I’m Anna and this is Elsa, my–”

“Girlfriend,” Elsa interjected. Elsa knew why she said it. It was clear this whole cruise was designed to corral women. The discount was like a dating website ploy where single women got inundated with desperate men. This trip was meant to bring the sisters back together. Elsa was afraid she would have to compete with hundreds of men duking it out of a hookup.

“Oh cool,” the guy a few steps back said as he reached out to give Elsa a handshake. She took his sweaty hand in hers. “I’m Kris, that’s Ryder. I told him you two were together. My apologies.”

Anna was still standing dumbly as the exchange unfolded. “That’s okay,” she said as she craned her neck at Elsa and shook her head.

“I thought it couldn’t hurt. Kris and I are totally doing this cruise with Vegas rules.” Ryder said. Anna snapped back into the conversation

“What does that mean?” she asked.

“Like, we do whatever the hell we want. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Are you two up to playing Vegas rules with us?” There was childlike glee in Ryder’s voice that thrilled Anna.

“Absolutely–” Anna squealed at the same time Elsa rejected the idea. “We’re just going to go find our stateroom.”

“Cool,” Ryder answered, ignoring the taller of the two sisters. He took hold of Anna’s hand again and yanked her forward. They both took off running.

“Sorry,” Ryder’s weird friend said, as Elsa was left behind with him and her sister’s suitcase.

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There was a musical knock on the stateroom door, Elsa got up to let her kid sister in. Anna was standing in the hallway. She was fully clothed but every inch of her was dripping. She had one perfectly bleached towel over her shoulders and was rubbing another over her head. Her red hair looked so much darker when wet. Mixed with her apologetic smile, Anna looked like their mother.

“Come in,” Elsa said. She had to push herself against the wall to allow Anna to enter. Her sister pressed her wet body against Elsa to get past the narrow lead into the stateroom. She stopped face-to-face with her big sister. Her breath was uneven from running through the long system of hallways.

“Sorry,” she said, then skimmed past Elsa. When no response came, she spoke to fill the air, “Did you know Kris and Ryder’s room is a few doors down from here? They even have a little balcony too.”

“Yeah,” Elsa said as she sat down on the bed she’d already claimed. The space was so small her knees rubbed up against the other mattress.

“Well, did you know there are like eight pools? We jumped into half of them,” Anna was pacing the minuscule room looking at everything and nothing.

“There’s eleven. It was in the brochure.” Elsa deadpanned. Anna wasn’t getting anywhere with her nervousness, so she walked over and wedged herself between Elsa’s legs. Elsa wearing her comfy pants. The cotton felt good on Anna’s skin.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting that guy to grab me,” she said looking down at Elsa. Her sister was fidgeting with her own hands. Her fingernails were trimmed short and painted aqua in honour of their vacation. Elsa was picking at the shellac on her pointer finger. She was hurt by the three-hour-long tryst. Her sad eyes were downcast at the spot where the sisters were in contact.

“Sounds like you got a good tour of the place. How did you not notice there’s a million guys per one girl?” Anna had one too many crushed iced cocktails to have noticed. She wanted to say sorry again but Elsa continued. “I didn’t sign up for a single ladies’ cruise. I came along because I thought there’d be no outside world here to distract you from me.“

"Is that why you told Ryder we’re girlfriends?” Anna sat down on the bed opposite Elsa to get a good look at her. Elsa stirred, her eyes caught Anna’s for a brief moment. She’d shadowed her eyes with rich purple, it was a bold compliment to her vibrant blue eyes. Anna was always so envious of the contour of Elsa’s face. Her cheeks were round and her jaw angular. Depending on how she tilted her chin, she could look dewy-eyed or powerful and fierce. Just then, Elsa was downcast and soft as she nodded yes.

“Listen, I know you don’t like that kind of attention. And we are totally on the same page. This trip is about us. I’m sorry I left. It won’t happen again.” For her efforts, Anna earned a thin smile from her big sister. But in her comfy pants, it seemed she was unaware that the night was still young. Anna leaned in real close. “So Elsa, I accept. I will be your girlfriend for the rest of this cruise.”

When Elsa rolled her eyes at her kid sister, Anna pounced. She dropped Elsa back onto the bed, making smooching sounds at her. Her lips led the charge, hovering all along Elsa’s face and attacking with little ‘muahs’. Elsa thrashed pinned under Anna’s muscular legs and stronger arms. She held it for as long as she could before her laughter overcame her. “I surrender!” she called out.

“Good,” Anna stopped but lingered above Elsa’s lips, “cause my girlfriends take me out dancing.” With that Anna leaped back up, leaving Elsa flat on her back, out of breath, and wet.

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At the first 'hey ladies’, Anna grabbed Elsa’s hand and ushered her through the gauntlet of catcalls. Her big sister’s hand was sweaty. Anna felt guilty. This whole trip was her idea. She signed Elsa up knowing her sister suffered in large crowds and with loud noises. Elsa hated being perceived. The attention the pair was drawing was likely torturing the eldest. Anna made sure to give Elsa reassuring squeezes. She detoured the long way to the restaurant hoping to thin out the crowds by walking along the port side deck. They got fewer long looks and minimal interruptions.

Elsa’s shoulders were back below her ears as she looked out towards the calm rippling water. It was still so hot out even though the sun was starting to dive into the waves. They hadn’t spent more than a holiday weekend together in six years. Anna must have been missing her sister because try as she might her eyes couldn’t help but take Elsa in. Instead of being in awe of the view, she was drawn to her features. The sun was glaring off of Elsa’s impossibly white hair, it was reflecting the sun’s flames. “You’d look good as a redhead,” Anna said. Elsa’s attention left the ocean.

“I know,” she answered as she reached up to run her fingers through Anna’s hair. The youngest was not expecting her stomach to flip. Yeah, she’d been called gorgeous on repeat over the last several hours, but somehow Elsa alluding as much made her knees weak. Anna tried to blame the vertigo from the moving ship but neither sister was looking out to the water anymore. With a few glances forward they made it to the restaurant.

“These guys again, Anna?” Elsa’s hoarse voice questioned. Ryder and Kristoff were waving them down. The guys already had beers. On the table, there were two reddish cocktails and four shot glasses – booze clear like water – waiting for them.

“Well, you were right. This place is crawling with dudes,” Anna said under her breath. “So, I figured it’s better to hang with the devil you know.”

Elsa let out a puff of air through her nose as she pulled out Anna’s chair. "Such a gentleman,” the youngest said in thanks. There was no truth to that statement as Elsa watched Anna settle. She’d been fighting the urge to admire Anna since she’d decided to change right in the middle of their stateroom. Elsa was so relieved when Anna finally got to the covering-up part. Only for Anna to toss on a tiny black slip that only hid her bikini.

The alcohol burned as it flushed down Elsa’s throat. It felt like a match in her dry stomach. She winced while the others laughed. Another round was ordered. “Chase it with this,” Anna said as she plucked the umbrella out of a drink and passed it to her sister. “It’s called the devil’s kiss. I had one earlier. It’s got dark rum and Kahlua and that spicy red spice I put on our eggs instead of paprika that one time.” The mention of Anna’s kitchen mishaps got her going on a tangent, and the table began to chatter. It was only broken up to take more shots.

Elsa kept up and made sure to clean her plate to keep herself from getting too drunk. Somewhere along the lines, she realized she was enjoying herself. Anna was taking her role of girlfriend seriously. She was either holding Elsa’s hand over the table or giving Elsa’s thigh small comforting caresses. Elsa was not a good conversationalist but Anna was. The youngest made sure to point herself at her sister. Elsa could easily get lost in a group but Anna carried her weight as she spun tales about their life together. She engaged Elsa by checking facts and kept her from dissociating by encouraging her to add the odd anecdote. When it was the boys’ turn to speak, that all went to shit, all the stolen glances and tiny tickles had Elsa distracted. It didn’t matter, she was lightheaded and easy. And was slowly getting more addicted to Anna’s caring touch.

“Let’s get to dancing,” Ryder announced the end of the meal by slamming his hands down on the table. Elsa stood up right away. She was feeling confident. While she hated the idea, she had promised her sister and now vowed to deliver.

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Club Brimstone was on the lower decks of the ship. It was underwater and illuminated by artificial lights which pulsated to the bass of the electronic music. It smelled like sweat. The temperature hitched just by crossing its threshold. The bar was overcrowded. The dance floor was packed so tightly, it was almost a mosh pit.

Ryder had a hold of Anna’s hand and pulled her into the dance floor. Elsa followed them into the sea of bodies. Anna started dancing by throwing her arms over her head and twisting her hips. Elsa tried to match the movements but it didn’t come naturally. The collective body heat built up fast. It felt too thick to even move in. Elsa was in hell but she was here with Anna. She had to try. Ryder encircled Anna, moving with his knees locked and bent low. The position thrust his crotch against Anna’s backside. While Anna’s body freely moved to the music, Ryder’s only intention was to rub up against her. Kris was moving awkwardly behind them, trying to nod his head to the intricate beat.

“Give 'er hell,” Ryder said to his bestie, encouraging Kris to step in closer to Elsa. His nervous smile was endearing. Elsa moved in and dropped an arm on his shoulder. His big hand grabbed her hip. He used his hold to sway Elsa. They were not in time with the song but they matched each other. Their eyes met for a moment. It disrupted the sliver of confidence Elsa had amassed. So she brought herself in and barred down closer to avoid his eye. She focused on his chest instead.

Anna was shocked to find her big sister so close to this new friend. Elsa’s limbs were impossibly long. It looked like she could wrap herself around Kris a few times. In the club’s glow lighting white was the clearest colour. It illuminated Elsa. Her skin looked supernatural, like an angel amongst all these sweaty men. Anna glanced back at Ryder. As sweet and as playful as she found him, he couldn’t hold a light to Elsa.

“Grab us some drinks,” Anna said to Ryder. He obediently veered off, pulling Kris with him. Anna smirked at her big sister, elated to have her all to herself again. “Told you it would pay off to have them around.”

It had, both at dinner and on their trek down to the club. Even throughout their dance. Alone again, Elsa felt exposed. But Anna didn’t miss a beat, she was determined to soothe Elsa. She brought herself close and dropped a hand at Elsa’s hip. “Move with me,” she instructed as her fingers started to roam her sister’s side. Elsa stopped trying to follow the music and reacted to the waves rolling down Anna’s body instead.

“Hey,” some guy approached Elsa from behind. His simple greeting felt sinister. He rubbed up on Elsa and began to dance against her. Anna’s hand was still locked on Elsa’s side, she felt a shift as the muscles under her palms tensed. Anna immediately found the problem.

“Get the fuck away from my girlfriend,” her voice managed to cut through the music. The guy threw his hands up and backed off. For safekeeping, Anna yanked Elsa closer. “I got you,” she reassured. She smiled as her sister kept dancing but the advances didn’t stop. Anna warded them off by turning Elsa’s body away from the offenders. She wanted to focus on the sensation of Elsa’s leg between hers, but the world around tested Anna with its disruptions.

“It’s too much,” Elsa said into Anna’s ear. “I want to keep dancing but it’s too much.” As soon as Anna thought the night was over she panicked. Having Elsa’s arms and legs wrapped around her was the best she’d ever felt. Warding people off was worth it. There was distress in Elsa’s voice but Anna refused to stop. She looked around desperate for a way to prolong this dance. The only women who were being left alone were already hooking up with someone.

“Elsa,” Anna was surprised her sister heard her. The strobe lights were going. For a moment the whole club went dark, and in a flash, it was alive again. Elsa’s eyes were boring into hers. Anna had to stand on her tippy toes to get at her sister’s ear. “I’m going to kiss you.”

Elsa’s response was to bunch up the fabric of Anna’s slip in her hand and drop her jaw. Anna took the yes and skipped her tongue along Elsa’s lower lip and up to the top. It was Elsa who pulled her mouth into a kiss.

Maybe the whole club went dark. Or maybe everyone just up and died. There was a chance Anna was dead too because nothing outside of Elsa existed anymore. There was no more beat and the smell of bodies and booze faded. All the men were gone. Ryder could be trying to hand her another devil’s kiss, but Anna would never know. The booze tasted better in Elsa’s mouth anyway. Her world was reduced to Elsa’s exploring tongue and the way her sister was still grinding up against her core. Everything else could be damned. Yet the world came rushing back as Elsa pulled away.

Elsa was surprised to see Anna’s green eyes lidded in desire. She was giving off a different kind of heat. It was such a break from the hellscape around them. Anna’s face was apple-red from dancing too hard. Elsa leaned her kiss back in and bit Anna’s bottom lip. Anna’s mouth quenched a thirst Elsa never knew existed.

“Ah,” the little hellion in Elsa’s arms moaned. The hushed sound told Elsa they had crossed a line. There was no excuse for why they were dancing against each other anymore. This exchange of spit was no longer to build them a protective bubble. Anna was kissing Elsa for the pleasure of it and Elsa didn’t want it to stop.

“Elsa, want to play Vegas Rules with me?” Anna pulled back to ask. Before Elsa’s lips had even finished forming the word yes, Anna strengthened her hold on Elsa and took off running through the pit of bodies. She didn’t stop even after they left the Brimstone. Elsa had no choice but to keep up, if she didn’t move fast enough she’d end up on the floor. Anna led them up the stairs taking two at a time. She stopped them at a landing. It was unexpected. Elsa’s body crashed into her sister’s. She thought she’d get a moment to catch her breath but Anna’s mouth took the last bit of air out of her. She pulled back just as abruptly. Her eyes scanned Elsa’s face for any signs of distress. She smiled wickedly when she saw none.

“Let’s go,” Elsa urged. Anna kept pulling. They burst through a set of double doors. It led them to the sundeck. Half the ship’s passengers were gathered, all with eyes to the skies as a light show set fire to the night. Now all the guys were yelling 'Hey watch it’ and 'What the heck?’ as they crashed through the crowd. They kept running, weaving through people and doors and narrow walkways. The further they went the fewer people they disrupted with their winded laughter. They had almost made it to the ship’s bow when they rounded a corner to a small outdoor pool. Anna’s planned destination.

The youngest’s momentum didn’t falter as she got closer to the relatively secluded pool. The fireworks display was still going, reflecting its deep fiery lights down in the water. Anna let go and stumbled a bit as she moved forward while pulling at her slip. She hooked her fingers on her swim top and tossed both pieces off. Anna was laughing at her lack of grace but Elsa stopped dead in her tracks to observe the constellations of freckles on her sister’s back. They disappeared into the water as Anna jumped in. She was under for what felt like too long but the night was moving in slow motion now. When Anna finally came up for air her smirk was devilish. She had something bunched up in her hands and aimed at Elsa.

“Come in, Elsa. I want you,” Anna said as she let go of the fabric. It made a wap sound as it collided with Elsa’s chest. Holding her little sister’s hot red bikini bottoms confirmed it. This entire cruise was indeed an inferno. Elsa earned her place in the second circle as she failed to hesitate. She pulled off her top and dropped it next to Anna’s clothing.

“God, help me,” Elsa whispered before taking off full tilt and diving deeper into hell.

#elsanna #October 2023 contest #prompt: water #submission #cw: harassment

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ferinehuntressmoved · 6 months

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PREPPING THE SPECIAL TEA PARTY GUEST

Trigger Warnings: This is written with implied notes of cannibalism that something Jinx would do, as well as references of indirect visualizations of sexual harassment and invasion of privacy. Ultimately, this is a VERY DARK AND HORROR INDUCED THEME and twisted scene before the tea party, where Jinx takes out her anger on the person she believes is stealing her sister. It has graphic written displays of violence and mutilation as well as hallucinations and bodily autonomy stripped away.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Jinx is inspired and written based on @shimmerbeasts Jinx.

Caitlyn’s eyes struggled to open past the ache of irritation of the impact on her head. Disorientation blinded her vision as she shook her head to reset her mindset. Slowly, she lifted her head and pressed it against the back of the wall. The entire area felt humid and damp as she focused on piecing together what had happened and where she currently sat. Cerulean eyes opened up as she forced herself to push past the strain and catch her bearing. The sooner she could accomplish her focus, the better off she would be. Rusted old rubble covered the entire zone. The insufficient sliver of light that filtered through showed flakes of age over metal and dirt, and cobwebs in the corners of spaces. Despite decrepit age, not a sound came from the abandoned warehouse, adding an ominous, eerie silence. It was then she could smell of stagnation and mustiness of the residue dirt. The rubble against her back sent a chill down her spine as she lifted away. Damp coldness chilled her bare skin, registering her nudity.

The only sight of color was the pinkish purple veins weaving and twisting around the rubble. Small veins reflected the moonlight that filtered through the abandoned warehouse. Like an old wound that still lived, pulsing with a slight purple flash from time to time, something that reminded her of the growth upon Husk’s head. Living, thriving in this worn space as if nothing could kill the virus within its roots.

A groan left Caitlyn’s lips, still trying to gather her bearing, when the memory flashed through her mind. Purple eyes; demeaned and twisted a glimmer of white as fangs flashed in the mirror. She lunged for her door to get her weapon (placed in her bedroom) but then it filled with gas. Pungent and strong, bitter against her nose as she tried to cover it. Nothing kept the fumes from filling her senses and it caused her to stumble and pass out. The memory flashed through her memory and caused Caitlyn’s eyes to widen.

“Dammit,” Caitlyn whispered, as she tried to move her wrist to the side to get up. Moving her head from the wall, she looked down to see her wrist bound with rope. She hissed in displeasure and twisted her wrist, only to rub against the harsh, unyielding hemp rope. Another set coiled over her arms and around her waist, tight enough that she couldn’t pull them up, and any movement caused the thick rope to scrap against bare arms. Any means of escape required a tool as Caitlyn scanned her surroundings. “Shit,” she whispered as she noted the same wrap encircled her ankles, but enough that she wouldn’t be running soon. It took all her willpower to muster down the alarm as she tried to access a way to get free. She examined her surroundings, pulling her legs back, and looked to her side to find a jagged piece of metal. A glint of one caught her eye, and she leaned down to grab it with her hand. Careful movements allowed her to twist it around and cut through the thick rope.

Rapid eye movement continued to scan the room, sharp eagle vision trying to find the one who did this. Her hands worked as quickly as she could, though with her position it was hard to handle the metal against the rope. It didn’t stop her though, as she just steadily worked at trying to get out of the restrictive position. Despite the humidity, chills nipped at Caitlyn’s naked flesh, as she jerked at a sound. Her eyes focused on the distance. Stone bounced on the ground but it was the flash of purple that made her suddenly look up. The eerie tone echoed in the room, bouncing off the walls like an echo. Rumbling guttural echoes caused a rush of terror, like a piece of meat being stalked by whatever demon lurked in the shadows. The vocalizations caused a whimper to leave Caitlyn’s lips involuntarily as she tried to cut faster and deeper into the rope. A sudden flash of blue and ripped the metal shard from her hand and thrown to the side. “Like I let you go that easy, enforcer,” the dark tone left the lips of the woman before her. “Jinx!” Caitlyn nearly shrieked, as she tried to push herself up against the way as sharp nails gripped at her jaw before slamming her into the ground. “We’ve barely even begun to have any fun,” The words echoed through Caitlyn’s ears though her head throbbed from the impact to the ground. The voice was distant at first, but then a steel toe boot met contact with her abdomen.

It caused all the air to rush out of her lungs and nausea hit her as quickly as her steel-toed boot did. Adrenaline flooded her system and cut off her ability to process or think. She curled into a fetal position, gasping for air as the effects stunned her for the second. The bitter taste of bile flooded her mouth as she continued to struggle to breathe. Pain erupted through her body now that she could recognize it after being blinded by the impact. Gasps of breath turned into a cough as tears pricked at the corner of her eyes from the anguish of pain. “Shit,” she finally sputtered out, pulling the air into her lungs as she fought against the ropes.

Fingers threaded through her blue hair, streaks of silver pulled alongside as she forced her to look up at her captor and glared through her glassy eyes. “What do you want?” Caitlyn tried to show defiantly, but it came out choked through her pained abdomen.

“You, dead.” Bitter words left her lips as Jinx pulled harder. The follicles at the base of her skull stung as Caitlyn gritted her teeth together, trying not to cry out in pain. “Then get on with it!” Caitlyn demanded, because she knew if Jinx wanted her dead, she would have already been dead when she broke into her house. There was something more here, something worse. A part of Caitlyn didn’t want to know as she tried this shift closer toward Jinx’s hand that pulled roughly against her hair. The predator’s other hand grabbed her jaw, forcing Caitlyn to stare at her. Shimmer infused eyes, eyes Caitlyn had never seen on Jinx before till now, bore into her with deadly intent. “And make it easy on you? No… you suffer first,” Nail-like claws bit against Caitlyn’s jaw, digging into her flesh and threatening to cut through. “I would cut up that face of yours, but I need Vi to see it. I need her to know who you are, so for now, you get to keep it; because I say so,” Jinx sneered, before letting go of Caitlyn’s hair and face as the she-wolf straddled Caitlyn’s stomach and her hand wrapped around her throat. Caitlyn’s eyes were full of fear now, as she shook her head to move away from the hands latching around her throat like a maw of teeth. Her feet kicked out as Jinx flipped a knife in her hand.

An earth shattering scream ripped through Caitlyn’s lips as the blade hit the wound on her left thigh. It cut through flesh and muscle and tissue, making the wound worse than it already had been from the bridge incident weeks ago. Tears streamed down her face as a fog passed over her eyes again, struggling desperately to pull on her hands to push Jinx away. Yet past the fog, she could see Jinx with a demented fanged grin staring down at her. Her body leaned closer, too close for Caitlyn’s liking as she tried to pull away from her. A bristled tongue brushed against her jaw and up her cheek to lick at her tears that fell from her eyes. Delight played in the loose cannon’s eyes, which caused Caitlyn to fight once more. “GET OFF!” she shouted, screaming past the pain as Jinx twisted the bloody blade in her hand. “I wonder what you taste like, hmm, Cupcake?”

The word instantly caused Caitlyn to freeze, as her breathing became rapid against her chest. Like a rapid river rushing through the ravine, all she could do was try to process what she just said. “How…” Jinx’s hands tightened around Caitlyn’s throat to silence her and cut off her air supply. “Like I didn’t know the infection you bled into my sister! She can only give nicknames to me!” The threat of no oxygen thumped against her might when Jinx let her throat go and she gasped back air once more. “But I’ll show Vi. I’ll show her just what kind of infection you are. You play the Zaunite, try to look like a Zaunite, but you’re nothing more than a Piltie, invading everything you touch. No, I’ll show her,” Jinx grinned, as she stood up and stared down at Caitlyn, eyes flicking over her entire body like a piece of meat. Caitlyn tried to cover herself up, feeling exposed and humiliated in her position as she struggled with the rope that now rubbed at her flesh and turned her ivory skin red from all the movements.

“Leave Vi out of this! This is between you and me!” Caitlyn shouted, her defiance kicking in. Instinct took over to protect Vi. It’s not like she knew she was here. Vi had left her on the steps of the council hall. The echoing memory still pained her; she knew Vi didn’t mean what she said. Everything pointed to Vi closing up, pushing Caitlyn away. It wasn’t the first time it had happened. She had done it several times before, and the draw of the hood was a protective measure. Whatever Vi was feeling, it twisted and turned and caused Vi to push everyone away. Bearing this weight on her own. Still, Caitlyn didn’t blame her; she had plans to go after her this morning if not for Jinx’s interference. But then the prickling fear ebbed away at her heart: it wasn’t just Vi who wouldn’t know. It included Jayce, her mother and father, and Viktor. None of them even knew she was missing! The sudden realization that no one would look for her sent dread coursing through her veins and the truth through her mind. She was going to die here.

Caitlyn’s outburst only angered the blue-braided Zaunite, as Jinx struck out with a hand and backhanded Caitlyn across the cheek. It left a pain echoing against her skin as she reached up and grabbed Caitlyn’s hair and dragged her against the ground. “I should sow that mouth shut, I know how to,” Darken words left Caitlyn pulling on her wrist again. “Ah! OW!” cries of pain ripped through her lips as she kicked out her feet. Uselessly, she tried to lift her head up to Jinx’s hand as her hair was like a rope to drag Caitlyn across the ground. She easily wrangled the woman as rock and stone scraped and cut against Caitlyn’s backside, leaving little tiny knicks with barely a droplet of blood sprouting from the spots.

“What does my sister see in you anyway, you’re too soft and fleshy,” Jinx sounded as if she talked more to herself then to Caitlyn despite her presence being there as Jinx dropped her back down to the ground and a grunt left her lips. The pain of her thigh dulled enough as Jinx put her foot on Caitlyn’s hip and shoved her over to lie on her stomach. That caused Caitlyn’s arms to be pinned down against the ground as she kicked her feet like a flopping fish. She growled angrily, trying to push back as Jinx dropped unceremoniously on top of her back, causing her spine to crack a few times and knocked the air from her lungs. She crossed her legs and pressed a hand against her shoulder blades, forcing Caitlyn down further as she twisted her head to look over her shoulder. “Dammit Jinx! Get the fuck off of me!” Irrational anger gripped the former-enforcer, her adrenaline pumping faster causing a mass production of hormones that steamed all in her anger and covering up the fear she experienced. Fingers brushed over her shoulders, playing with the iridescent blue feathers. And then suddenly Jinx pulled on out. Caitlyn flinched, not out of pain but discomfort as the sensation coursed through the nerves. A giggle echoed and then another pluck came, and then soon one after another. Dread coursed through Caitlyn’s chest, burning against her shoulders as her feathers spread and fluff up, matching the fear and trying to look bigger than she was. Each pull of a feather made her twist and turn, as she tightened her eyes shut, trying not to think about what Jinx was doing; taking away the physical protection to herself but also destroying a part of herself. A hiss left her lips when claws gripped into the back of her neck and Jinx slammed her harder against the ground.

“Stop trying to sound like a Zaunite! You're not one, you fucking Piltie. You don’t even deserve these feathers. Trying to look like an animal, trying to mimic our ways. Liar.” The words dripped like poison, stinging at Caitlyn’s chest as she suddenly felt a flood of discomfort as Jinx’s hand wrapped around a bundle of feathers and ripped them out. Her nails scraped against sensitive flesh underneath the feathers as she kicked her feet. No one had not touched the burns in months; the feathers had done their job to protect her from any kind of sensation. Another giggle left Jinx’s lips as she leaned downward to whisper into Caitlyn’s ear. “Oh, did that hurt little birdie?” The question came as Caitlyn bared her teeth, her eyes flicking over her shoulder with no words. Nails still pressed against her neck, keeping her down against the ground as claws dragged against her burns and Caitlyn shuddered, a cry of anguish. “Well, first we have to clip the wings, and then…” Jinx’s voice went quiet as Caitlyn struggled when Jinx pressed a finger against her shoulder blade.

“What is this?” The vitriolic tone cracked as Caitlyn tried to shift her shoulder upward, refusing to answer. “ANSWER ME!” Jinx shoulder as she pulled Caitlyn up by the neck and slammed her head down against the ground. Spotted fluttered against her eyes, a slight abrasion against her temple as she growled before speaking. “A fucking tattoo,” Caitlyn demanded, as she could feel jinx’s nails tracing along the violet flowers, but it wasn’t a delighted sensation. The claws dragged over her skin, digging in harder before Jinx let out a yell and claws ripped through Caitlyn’s flesh around her tattoo. Caitlyn screamed, kicking at her feet as she heard the wild woman screaming.

“YOU MARK YOUR SKIN WITH MY SISTER’S NAME! YOU THINK YOU CAN CLAIM HER BY PUTTING A TATTOO ON YOUR BACK! WELL, I’LL SHOW YOU!” The sudden volatile wave of emotions slammed into Caitlyn’s chest. It burned, like fire and ice combined, charring at the edges of her chest, freezing her fingertips. She couldn’t properly block any emotions, and the sudden wave of madness and frenzy overtook her mental capacity as she shook her head. “IT’S NOT ABOUT VI!” Caitlyn shouted, because it was the truth. Her tattoo had been personal, involving the flowers of violets within her garden. A place of safety and comfort.

Now her tattoo enraged the shimmer monster on her back.

“LIAR!” Nails dug into Caitlyn’s tattoo, through her flesh and skin, as Jinx kept them there. “Shut up!” Jinx shouted, as Caitlyn looked confused at first, the way the woman shouted. Jinx wasn’t looking down at her, but this time in the corner. “I’m busy! No, No I’m not going to kill her! Not yet anyway! Would you shut it!” Her nails dug deeper into Caitlyn’s shoulder as she shuddered with a cry of torment. Blood seeped from the wound, scatter across her back like a branching stream of rivers, twisting as they slid down her skin.

The nails pulled from her shoulder and from her neck as the weight left her body. Freedom. Caitlyn turned past the spots of her eyes, seeing Jinx walking away muttering to herself. Immediately, Caitlyn twisted back around and wiggled like a worm, trying to move toward anything she could use to break free. Her bottom lip pressed between her teeth, biting down so hard she might draw blood. The movement of her body rolling left-to-right put pressure on her thigh and it burned like a fire. Still, she persisted, refusing to just lay here and expose her belly to let Jinx murder her. Even if Caitlyn felt the impending doom of death on her doorstep, she wouldn’t give up. The infinitesimal ability Caitlyn had to stop Jinx didn’t matter; she would make her work for this.

Shards of glass glistened against the light that filtered through from the candles that were lit. She could see a small glimmer of light near a doorway, the sunlight from outside. A hint of freedom that Caitlyn desperately yearned to reach. Each roll, each wiggle, yet still too far from the glass. She just needed to work a little harder, and…

“Where do you think you’re going?” Jinx laughed, as she reached down to grab Caitlyn’s ankles and whipped her around onto her back. “No no no, you sneaky little bitch,” Caitlyn yowled in anger as she kicked her feet against Jinx’s side and the Zaunite only seemed to revel in the antics of Caitlyn’s fight. The fear pulsated off of Caitlyn like perfume, and the loose cannon enjoyed every second of the struggle. “Get your spirit forsaken hands off of me NOW!” Each word constantly felt like the droning of a broken record. Caitlyn knew Jinx would not listen and yet she couldn’t do anything else but fight back with her words. Bloodshot eyes stared up in anger and fear at the woman who dragged her across the ground. Writhing like a worm on a hook, Caitlyn tried to resist, to pull away, but Jinx had the upper hand. A predator playing with her prey as she dropped Caitlyn’s legs.

Fingers grabbed Caitlyn’s shoulders and picked her up, her eyes round like a moon and unsure of what Jinx planned, when she twirled her around like a ballerina doll and shoved against a table. Her chest pressed down against the cold metal and Jinx’s body pressed flushed behind her. Hips against her rear, as Caitlyn shook her head. It was an invasion of her privacy, too close for comfort. Immediately Caitlyn tried to force herself up, to get away from the angle of the position, but Jinx grabbed her neck and shoved her back down against the table. “Please, keep fighting. It’ll only make the kill more delicious,” Jinx purred, leaning over as Caitlyn shuddered. “You fucking psychopath!!” Caitlyn snapped as she felt Jinx’s body pressed firmly against her clammy skin. Jinx’s teeth scraped against her ear, nipping roughly at it, and she heard a guttural purr. “I prefer... creative,” Jinx taunted, and then grabbed a leather strap. The weight disappeared for a moment, only to feel the pressure of a belt bound to her hips. The leather strap locked her hips into place, keeping her from moving off of the table. Her wrist pinned against her stomach left her helpless to reach the strap.

“What are you doing!?” Caitlyn questioned immediately, fear dripping from her tongue as she had no form of defense and no ability to stop Jinx at this moment. Another strap came up, this time pressing up against her neck and pulled tight, barely just enough to breathe without choking. “I’m working! Can’t have my masterpiece moving and ruin the artwork,” Jinx muttered as she pressed a hand against Caitlyn’s spine.

A scream echoed from Caitlyn’s lips as suddenly the blade bit into Caitlyn’s skin, pressing firmly as it sliced through her skin like butter. Her feet tried to kick, flailing underneath her with no luck to hinder the demonic woman as she began her process. “JINX!! DAMMIT!” Caitlyn screamed, shaking her chest, pulling at her hips, unable to get away from her trapped position on the table. All the while, she listened to Jinx humming as she worked. The way the blade moved caused spots to fill her eyes, sparkled dust like little floating firelights in her eyes. Tears continued to stream down her cheeks, with screams of anguish at the blade didn’t stop. Worse of all was the etching turn of the blade, the framing of the monkey face against her shoulder blade as realization dawned on Caitlyn. “NO! NO!” she howled, kicking her feet harder as she shook her head. The rush of adrenaline twisted in Caitlyn’s stomach, feeling nauseous as the pain continued to rip against her skin, tearing up her ivory skin back. “Dammit, you moved! Stop moving or you’ll mess this up,” Jinx muttered in annoyance as Caitlyn nearly roared like a tiger.

“I WILL NOT!” Seconds blended into minutes, and minutes into an hour. The blade continued to slice across her skin, each twist cutting something new. Caitlyn had lost a sense of reality. Tremors echoed against Caitlyn’s body, unable to stop the natural reflexes against the physical assault on her back. Each time the blade cut in, a shuddering cry of pain echoed her lip, but her throat grew sore from the screaming that it turned into sudden shrieks or shrills that died down into sobs. Sweat drenched her skin, as the warmth of blood pooled over her back, dripping down the sides of her waist and off her neck. She intimately could feel the contrast of warm vitality against her shivering, cold skin. Her vision clouded, hyperventilating breaths making it hard to catch her breath. Caitlyn wasn’t sure what Jinx wrote, but she had finished with her shoulder and had gone to write a series of words against her entire back. The spine had been the worse of the event. It felt like a constant burning fire that didn’t dull.

Tears stained her cheeks as she laid there weakly, unable to pass out. Spirits preserved, she wanted to pass out, Jinx could continue to mark up her back, but at least she would not be awake to feel it. Her eyes flicked up, noticing a brief glimmer in the distance. A hint of red, soft. Her eyes watched the way it twisted, forming the broad shoulders and the magenta hair that shined against the sun. The body twisted like a smoke before slowly showing a visage. Vi.

No, Caitlyn knew it wasn’t her, and yet, all she could do was a hesitant smile before collapsing into a puddle of tears again. “I can’t...” she whispered, as the brush of a callous hand touched her cheek. “Come on, Cupcake, don’t give up. You didn’t give up before, you can’t do so now,” Tender words, a person who believed in her, even when everyone else didn’t. “You aren’t here,” If Jinx heard her talking, she didn’t seem to care, only focused on her work at hand as Caitlyn shuddered and cried out again. “I’m here, right here,” Spirits, how Caitlyn wanted to believe that. She latched onto it, despite knowing she wasn’t truly there; it was the only strand of hope she had at the moment to keep from begging Jinx to stop. She didn’t want to give her that satisfaction, and she knew that Jinx wouldn’t stop, anyway. A soft whimsical song rang in her ears as Vi brushed her hand against Caitlyn’s cheek again, and she laid there on the table, unable to do much else but try to stay alive. Jinx’s bristled tongue once more dragged over her body. This time, Caitlyn shuddered from the exposed wound and pain as it dragged up her neck and up against her face. Her saliva clung to her skin, coated it and her hair clung to it. “Mhmm… Vi is right. You do taste sweet like a cupcake. Maybe a little bite..hmm not yet, not yet,” Jinx tormented and Caitlyn thought her heart nearly beat right out of her chest. If Jinx wanted to, she literally could take a bite right out of her and there was nothing she could do! The malicious demon of a woman sent shards of fear throughout her body, losing every hint of autonomy she had. Jinx controlled her movement, her placement. She tried to fight, but it was little more than a fight of a mouse against a cat.

Something soft brushed against her back, when she noticed Jinx laying her head down against the table, a smooth, pristine smile over her lips, shimmer infused eyes gleaming, almost glowing in the darker room. A shudder coursed over her back when she realized it was a feather over her back. Jinx pulled it down over her shoulder, using the blood like paint and using her body like a canvas. Caitlyn was too weak to resist. She wanted to fall asleep, but the atmosphere could not let her rest. Her nerves screamed with fury as Jinx played with her food. Jinx mutilated her back and now ridiculed her with playful glee. Blue hair clung to Caitlyn’s face, obscured her vision with only the smokey visual of Vi sitting on the table trying to block the view of Jinx.

“Now, let’s flip you over,” Jinx muttered, more to herself, as she reached over to pull off a strap around Caitlyn’s waist and the same with her head, but held her up and flipped her body. The sudden impact of her mutilated back hitting the table left out a rip of a roar from Caitlyn’s mouth, as she tried to arch her back only for the strap the press down hard against her hips. What else could she have planned? Caitlyn’s eyes struggled to focus, the pain harrowing that she saw shades of blurs between her eyelashes. But then Jinx shoved her head back down, and the strap wrapped over her neck again. “You sit here, don’t move now,” the giddiness lifted from her lips, as she jumped over the table and left the room. There was little more to do than wait as she tried to pull her head up, but her throat choked back a cough as she nearly cut off her air supply pushing against it. Spots filtered over her eyes as she leaned her head back, twisting it to the side.

Her head fell to the side, feeling the warmth of blood that was spilled on the table now, giving her hair an ombre look between blue and now a purplish red hue at the tips. Her bones cracked as she shifted just slightly, painful yet silent cries echoed her lips. Vi’s brilliant green eyes met hers again, as it was the only thing keeping her grounded and not completely dissociating from her body. “Vi, where did she go?” Caitlyn questioned, as the soft brush of Vi’s finger tickled her cheek. A flash back to the bridge, when that soft brush touched her face and the bittersweet memory of memorizing her touch. “I don’t know, but she is going to come back. I know it hurts, Cupcake; I know,” How Caitlyn needed Vi to be real; perhaps that’s why she could feel her touch, see her face. It was the only thing in pure focus around the blurred scenery of the cannery. “Focus on me, okay? Focus on your mind. Whatever happens, do not lose that. You have to keep fighting,” Caitlyn closed her eyes, just letting her drown in the gentle touch when the jump on the table caused Caitlyn to startled and jerk in the restraints. Jinx twisted around to straddle Caitlyn’s chest, sitting on top of her and twirling a circular metal object around her finger.

The pink hair hallucination was still there. Caitlyn could see her out of the corner of her eye. Her mind trying to get her to focus on anything other than the massive amount of pain her body was experiencing. “Open wide!” Jinx grinned, leaning down to force Caitlyn’s mouth open. She fruitlessly tried to turn her head, but Jinx’s fingers invasively slipped past her lips, stretching open her jaw and her teeth with inhuman strength. And that’s when the ring pressed into her mouth and behind her teeth. What twisted joke was this, Caitlyn thought. Already, tears were slipping down her cheeks as she tried to use her tongue to push it out of her mouth, but Jinx strapped it tightly around her mouth to force it open. Jinx put both of her hands down on either side of Caitlyn’s face, staring directly into her as she bared her teeth with a vicious smile. Her fingers reached over to some medieval looking device, as Caitlyn flicked her eyes to it and trying to figure out what she was planning. All her deductive skills knew enough; something she didn’t want to admit.

A second wind of fight crept over her body as she kicked her feet. That did nothing, as the metal device moved in and Caitlyn couldn’t close her mouth to stop it. The hand pressed up against her forehead as Jinx clamped it down roughly, but waited for a moment. Caitlyn’s wild, wide eyes stared at the demon, trying to prepare herself. Jinx didn’t do it quickly. She took her time. A slow, agonizing pull as Caitlyn wailed, struggling underneath the weight of the shimmer beast. The device twisted and turned, pulling the tooth with devious intent. And then... pop, the tooth snapped from its socket. Fog covered Caitlyn’s eyes. Tears dotted over her eyelashes as she struggled to focus on Jinx, who was twisting the device around to look at the bloody tooth. “Not as sharp as mine, but too sharp for a Piltie,” Jinx put it between her fingers and she popped the tooth into her mouth. Caitlyn visibly grimaced, unable to look away from the disaster before her. She struggled to contain the hyperventilation chest that causing her breathing to shallow. Worse was the taste of metallic blood that stained her tongue and dribbled down her own throat. “This is better than the hard candy! Janna, be damned, I could eat you up; teeth and all, lick your bones clean,” Jinx twisted the device in her hand, and moved in for the next tooth.

The screams echoed off of the walls, her voice imprinting against them as she fought hard to keep some kind of focus. She didn’t know how much longer she could keep fighting like this; something was bound to break. Caitlyn found between her shrieks was a hard beat tone of singing. The monster sang to her heart’s content, bouncing slightly on Caitlyn’s chest as she worked to pull each canine from her mouth. Blood coated her tongue full now, with her four canine teeth missing and dropped on the table. Caitlyn loses sense of time, as her headache throbbed against her skull. She could see Jinx’s lips moving, but Caitlyn couldn’t process what she said. Her eyes rolled back slightly against her head as she leaned her head to the side and gave way to nearly falling unconscious. She barely hung on, as the soft touch of hands stirred her dull blue eyes. “Come on, Caitlyn, come on. Focus on me right here. Cupcake!” The hallucination of Vi returned, though Caitlyn couldn’t move or speak. The blood dribbled down the corner of her mouth, as she involuntarily swallowed down the blood and saliva in her mouth again. “They need you, I need you. Okay? You know my stubborn ass, I get into any mess possible, and your parents need you. They need you, so please, do not give up? Janna preserved, I’ll even say thank you if you do so.” A pop sound came as Jinx ripped the ring from her mouth and she let out a shuddered whimper of pain, but relieved to shut her mouth again.

What time was it? How many minutes had passed? Or perhaps hours? Her mind dissociated with her body, fighting to preserve her mind past the excruciating anguish she suffered. Continuous shakes throbbed through her muscles and the unpleasant brush of the feather made her flinch each time. No physical fight came from Caitlyn and instead exhaustion burned her muscles. Eyes fluttered shut when the sting of a slap hit her cheek. “Don’t go to sleep yet, Kiramman. We haven’t even gotten to the best part!” Jinx chuckled as she bounced up, her revelry contrasting Caitlyn’s defeat. The sound of the buckles ripped off and Caitlyn’s body slid off the table and hit the floor. Jinx didn’t even try to catch her, instead watched with intense delight. The more Caitlyn suffered, the more she noticed Jinx’s elated behavior growing. A grunt of pain left her lips, unable to even scream out anymore as she laid down on the floor. Fight! Her mind whispered as Vi crouched down and reached over to grab her hand. “Fight, Cupcake,” Vi echoed the same words of her mind, as if working in tandem with her thoughts.

How?

“Oh!” Jinx gasped with delight, grabbing Caitlyn and shoving her into a chair. Caitlyn grunted as Jinx shoved the chair up against the table, forced to sit in front of the blood-stained table. “Now don’t try to run off now, I have something to deal with,” Jinx nearly bounced off, a playful cat delighting with the game as Caitlyn’s eyes turned to watch her leave. Her head slumped forward, hanging there as she stared at the ground. Her head rolled slightly to the side, the dazed fog filling her head again. “Hey, Cupcake, look at me,” the voice echoed as the soft touch of fingers brushed up against her cheek. Oh, she could feel that. It was so sweet, just like that brief moment on the bridge. She turned her head and pressed it up against her hand, so intricately feeling Vi’s hand as if she truly stood in front of her on the table.

“Don’t look at the tools, just look at me, Cupcake,” Vi’s voice wisps through the air. Her voice had a touch of warmth, like a tender, heated hearth warming her bedroom. Slowly, her eyes looked up, staring at Vi’s beautifully vivid green eyes, heavy painful breaths ripping through her lungs. “I’m so tired, Vi. I’m drained, and it’s so hard to fight. I don’t know if I have it in me anymore.” Caitlyn’s hoarse voice cracked as she leaned forward in the chair, laying her head down against Vi’s lap. Spirits, she was going insane. She truly lost her mind, feeling the warmth of Vi’s lap and the comfort swirl of arms around her shoulder. She could forget about the sheer pain on her spine, the blood tickling her skin while focusing on Vi. Whatever this was, this hallucination truly allowed her to dissociate from her pain.

“For now, rest, Cupcake. It’s just you and me, Jinx isn’t here,” Vi’s fingers brushed through her hair as Caitlyn sighed, turning her head as she smiled past her pain. Tear-stained cheeks, ombre blood-coated hair, but nothing could stop the little smile of feeling Vi’s hand brush through her hair. All logic pointed to this being just made up in her head, yet she couldn’t give a care in the world.

If this was how she was going to die, at least she could have this memory. “You know, I still remember the way you looked at me, back at the mansion. The way your hand brushed against my face, the comfort you extended. You didn’t have to,” the hallucination of Vi spoke, as Caitlyn spit out blood from her mouth, her gums aching horribly. “There is so much I didn’t get to tell you, Vi. I don’t know if I ever will get to,” Caitlyn whispered, taking slow breaths that stung her lungs. “Well, we have time now. So how about you tell me?” Vi offered, and Caitlyn hesitated in her thoughts.

“I know you aren’t my Vi,” she whispered and Vi let out a chuckle, lightly punching her shoulder,, which caused Caitlyn to chuckle. “Of course, I’m not, but I am the memory of your Vi. I am what you see, and you know me as I know you. That doesn’t make me any less Vi than the real one. You’re brilliant, Cupcake. Smart, resourceful, as clever as a fox and as free as a bird,” Caitlyn almost found it amusing that her hallucination was agreeing with her logic, that she wasn’t real. How weirdly comforting it felt, to know that her hallucination accepted this and yet still here.

A sigh left her lips as Caitlyn struggled with her arms and let out a little muddled cry. “Easy, Cupcake,” Vi whispered and placed a hand down to press against her hands. “I know you want free, but you need to conserve your energy. You aren’t going to break through those ropes, no matter how hard you try. We both know you just have to wait for the right opportunity. Don’t make the cuts worse than they are.” Why did her hallucination have to be right? Usually, Caitlyn tried to comfort Vi, make sure she didn’t react too harshly or let her impulsive nature get the best of her. Yet here, her hallucination took on her own natural thoughts in Vi’s voice.

Caitlyn struggled to maintain her emotions as she sniffled and the weight buried her underneath her fears. “I wish I could tell you how much I want to make your life better, how I want to see you smile. I just,” Caitlyn sobbed and lowered her head down onto her lap as Vi softened her voice with a little breath. “You know I didn’t mean what I said, I only wanted to protect you,” Fingers brushed through Caitlyn’s hair as she peered up at her.

“Don’t leave me?” Her voice barely a whisper as the sound of steps caught her ears. “I am going nowhere, Cupcake. You aren’t alone.” Vi’s hand brushed against her face as fear gripped Caitlyn’s chest again but stared at Vi when a hand pressed against her back and dragged down her skin. A bitter scream ripped from her lungs as the nails dug against flesh and blood. Her entire body shook as Jinx pulled her fingers into her lips, popping them in her mouth as she set the cupcake down on the table. That broke Caitlyn’s process of pain and her eyes went wide. Her mouth parted; unable to even say a word. “H.. h...” Jinx climbed onto the table, as she had a twisted smirk upon her lips. The cupcake crusted along the edges, slightly burnt but still a sweet aroma from it. Her nose scrunched up as she tried to lean back. Her eyes flicked over briefly to the hallucination of Vi sitting on the also in front of the cupcake, glancing between Jinx and Caitlyn and giving a nod toward Caitlyn before turning back to Jinx.

Her vision blurred slightly as Caitlyn shook her head, struggling to maintain her presence as her body rippled with tremors, and Jinx bit the bottom of her lip. Jinx played with Caitlyn, but this time not her body; but her mind. She picked up the cupcake with soaked blood dripping down and splashing into the puddle below. Then she took the blood and brushed it all around the cupcake, letting it soak into the baked flour. Pain ripped through Caitlyn’s back as she immediately pulled away from the table, desperate only to cause Jinx to smirk.

“Ya know, I never really cared for the sweets, it would be so easy to just... smash it,” Jinx taunted, her nails tip-toeing toward the cupcake, and with one finger, hit it so it tip over and rolled around in the blood. “But why smash it when... I could delight in the juicy flavor it has,” Caitlyn’s heart stammered in her chest. She won’t do it, not yet. She said she had a plan, right? But... Caitlyn’s internal thoughts became disheveled and messy, trying to process the logical points from the insanity. Jinx, on the other hand, had a bright grin watching how frantically Caitlyn’s eyes flicked between the matching cupcake. The cake appeared with a fine vanilla flavor, a color near matching her skin tone, and a light blue frosting speckled with purple flakes. Jinx reached out and grabbed the cupcake with her hand, rolling it between her fingers. Caitlyn lost her ability to speak as if a noose tied itself around her throat.

Jinx dragged her tongue up over the flour, licking blood and batter together, and hummed softly before a guttural rumble escaped her throat. “Delicious.” Words left Jinx’s lips, and all Caitlyn could do was feel her bottom lip quiver in fear. Out of nowhere, Jinx lunged forward, and her hand wrapped around her throat, nails digging against Ivory’s skin and forcing her back against the chair. Caitlyn let out a roar of panic, kicking her legs as she pulled on her arms instinctively and Jinx leaned in closer, til their lips were barely inches apart and she angled her head to the left, dragging her tongue along her chin and up toward her mouth. Blood coated Caitlyn’s face, after losing her teeth and making a mess. “No!! Stop!!” Caitlyn shouted as she shook her head, unable to pull back as Jinx laughed maniacally and then took a massive bite out of the cupcake.

“Mhmm, disgustingly sweet, as you are,” Jinx muttered between chewing the food and then the other half of the cupcake. She smashed into the pool of blood. “Janna, I can’t get enough of your taste, it’s so spirit damn addicting,” She taunted, and leaned over, once more opening her mouth and biting down on Caitlyn’s neck as she kicked her feet, panic overwhelming her and the stench of fear filtering through the air. Jinx bit down just enough to leave holes against her neck, her fangs ripping through the flesh, and then she licked at the blood pooling from the holes. “Just one more hour, and then we can feast, and just like that cupcake...” Jinx angled her mouth up and whispered into Caitlyn’s ear.

“You will be the main course we eat off the ground,” Caitlyn tried to twist away, tears streaking her face, mixing against dirt and blood as she shook her head. “Fuck you!” Caitlyn choked back the words when Jinx’s hand swiped out and hit her cheek. It caused her to get dizzy and lose focus, slumping forward between consciousness again. Hands pressed against her shoulders, but not the infernal touch of the criminal before her. “Keep fighting, Caitlyn, Keep fighting,” Vi pleaded, as she Caitlyn barely registered a brush of Vi’s cheek up against the side of her face. Like a tiger spurring her to react and Caitlyn struggled; but her vision blurred and lost focus from the compressing grip closing off her airway.

Then Jinx let go. A gasp of oxygen rushed into Caitlyn’s lips, barely able to hear Vi anymore.

“Vi,” Caitlyn’s voice cracked as Jinx hauled Caitlyn up and threw her over her shoulder. “Janna, I’m going to put a muzzle on you, shut that mouth up from saying her name,” Jinx hissed, her nails digging into Caitlyn’s legs as she weakly tried to pull away. “Fuck off,” her words spat, the tiny fight left as a little echoing voice encouraged her. “That’s it, Cupcake. Fight!” Her body convulsed as she was unceremoniously dropped into a wheelchair, as she cried in pain as her back pressed up against the metal. “I’m so tired of your words, and besides, you don’t look like an enforcer enough,” Jinx said, as she reached over to the table as Caitlyn turned her head to look over. Against it was clothing. An enforcer dress, her gloves and books, and just as Jinx declared, a muzzle.

“No, No!” Caitlyn tried to turn her head, to pull on her bloody wrist that was now raw from struggling the last few hours, but Jinx gave her no choice. A giddy laughter left the loose cannon as the muzzle pressed against her face as Caitlyn shook her head. “Muzzled like the mutt you are. That’s all enforcers are - mad dogs who need to be put down.” The strap went around her head, as Jinx pulled it tight, so tightly that it bit into her skin as she shook her head like a wild animal. “MFFH!” Caitlyn cried with tears she didn’t think she had left seeped from her eyes, staining her cheeks. The wild woman sat on Caitlyn’s bare lap as she grabbed her face and turned it left and right.

“You’re missing something…” She hummed as Caitlyn stared transfixed on the demon, her shimmer eyes glowing with excitement. Caitlyn noticed Jinx’s lips were still painted red from her own blood, and it dribbled down her chin from when she licked and tasted her pooled blood on her back as she picked up a marker and twisted it in her hand. She grabbed Caitlyn’s chin as she quivered, while the woman dragged the marker over the muzzle, pressing the paint up against her cheeks. She didn’t have to see the makeshift smile painted over her lips, like some twisted mannequin enjoying this behavior. Jinx threw the marker over her shoulder as she twisted Caitlyn’s head left and right. “I really don’t see what my sister sees in you. Ugh,” Jinx rolled her head, throwing Caitlyn’s head to the side as she climbed off of her and Caitlyn struggled. “Effh offh,” Caitlyn muttered, but her voice had been silence. She pulled on her wrist, the pressure of the muzzle more acute to her skin as her fingers flexed out, trying to claw at the mask. “Oh well, my sister will always choose me in the end. I know her. She won’t choose an enforcer. Why would she?” Jinx chatted to herself as she reached for the knife and Caitlyn panicked with what little energy she had left, but then Jinx put it back down.

Tightness wheeled in her chest, as she leaned her head forward, her hair cascading around her face to hide the fear as she silently sobbed. Jinx had ripped her autonomy from her grasp and she felt like an object at Jinx’s hand. Part of a twisted plan against Vi, and she didn’t even know what it was. And now she couldn’t even talk. The muzzle left her jaw clamped together, with only muffled tones like a whimpering animal. “It won’t be much longer,” Jinx grinned as she grabbed Caitlyn’s face, forcing her bloodshot eyes to look up at her. “Just know you will make a delicious feast for me and my sister. At least you’ll have some use. Can’t let good meat go to waste,” Jinx taunted, as Caitlyn’s eyes went wide at the flash of fangs as Jinx licked at her lips and her teeth. “Efhf!” Caitlyn tried to say something back, but she couldn’t, which left her terror the only thing to hang onto now. No words of defiance, no way to fight back. Sheer horror held Caitlyn now and Jinx reveled in this ultimate position.

Hands suddenly wrapped around Caitlyn’s throat as Caitlyn’s muffled scream echoed through the halls. “Why use gas when I can knock you out this way?” Jinx laughed maniacally as her fingers tightened around her throat, nails digging against her skin and pricking at her throat. Little droplets of blood seeped from her skin, but Caitlyn didn’t acknowledge that. Instead, it was the air that was choked from her throat. She pulled on her wrist, flexing her hands as she couldn’t breathe. The more she tried to, the tighter Jinx’s grip became. “I need to dress you and as much as I enjoy the fight, I have other party guests to invite!” The feline kept her bite tight with her hands, as Caitlyn’s eyes were wide in terror. No air went to her lungs as she saw sparkling spots again, filtering through her vision as she kicked her feet. The woman pushed down harder against her throat. A high-pitched giggle emitted through Jinx’s teeth. Caitlyn’s visions muddied as she grappled to get oxygen to her lungs. From the physical exhaustion of the torture to her mental capacity, it only took less than a minute to fall unconscious from the loss of oxygen and being choked by the she-wolf.

The last thing she remembered was her shimmer eyes, a demonic glint of satisfaction over the control she held, and the giggling laughter of a maniac that held her life in the balance.