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livelaughwhump · 3 months

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Worthless - Part 21

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Content: mention of past captivity, briefly implied past noncon, emotional breakdown, dissociation, former pet whumpee

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Elliot stared blankly into the fire, watching the flames dance and crackle and reduce the wooden logs to ash. A warm towel, fresh out of the dryer, was wrapped around his shoulders and a fluffy pillow was positioned beneath him as he sat before the fireplace. Elliot could hear hot water filling the tub from the bathroom, but the sound was distant and muffled and Elliot didn't pay it much mind.

Despite being sat in front of the fire, Elliot was still shivering. His sopping wet clothes clung to his underweight body and the snow in his hair melted and dripped down his face. He could hear people talking all around him, but his mind was too fuzzy and muddled to listen. His eyelids were heavy and his body felt weak and useless.

Elliot's thoughts were stuck in a loop, replaying the events of the past few hours over and over, unending. The warmth of the towel began to disappear the longer it was wrapped around Elliot's half-frozen body, but he barely noticed. He was used to the cold.

Yvonne slowly kneeled down beside him, careful not to startle him. "Elliot, darling? Would you like some hot tea? It might warm you up."

Elliot slowly turned his head to face her, but he wasn't fully present, and Yvonne could tell.

Yvonne set the mug down in front of him and gave him a warm smile. "I'm making soup for dinner. That might help too, if you want some."

Elliot didn't respond. Instead, he turned his gaze back onto the fire, letting the damp towel slip from his shoulders.

Yvonne frowned. "Love, is there anything you wanna talk about? No one here is going to judge you for what happened, if anything did happen."

Elliot didn't move.

"Yvonne," Karine said. "Just give him some space. He's probably dealing with a lot right now."

Yvonne sighed and stood up, leaving the mug of tea in front of Elliot. She motioned Karine into the kitchen, where Landon and Colleen were sitting at the table. Colleen had her arm wrapped around her brother as he laid his head on her shoulder.

Yvonne glanced back at Elliot from the doorway before she turned to Karine and said, "He hasn't said a word since we got back, Kar. I'm just worried about him."

Colleen looked up at them from her seat at the table, but didn't offer any input.

Karine nodded. "We're all worried, Yve, but he was just kidnapped again. We don't know what that creep did to him."

"Broderick said he didn't have any injuries, except for a couple minor scrapes and bruises," Yvonne pointed out.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean he wasn't hurt some—" Karine glanced in Colleen's direction and then lowered her voice. "—some other way."

Yvonne rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I know, but what do you think I was trying to do? I just wanted to see if he'd open up a little. I wasn't trying to press him for details."

Karine sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Look, Yvonne, let's wait to interrogate him until after he warms up, okay?"

Yvonne grimaced. "What is it with you and coming down on me whenever I try to help him? Do you think you and Lyra are the only ones who can help him? I practically raised four of my siblings. I think I know what I'm doing."

Karine started to massage her temples. "Yvonne, can we please save this conversation for another time? I have work to do."

"What kind of work is more important than helping Elliot?"

"Nothing is more important than helping Elliot!" Karine shouted. Yvonne's eyes went round as she took in the force behind Karine's words. Colleen and Landon now both fixed their gazes onto Karine. They could all recognize the fury in Karine's eyes after she returned from interrogating Elliot's attacker, but she'd clearly been trying to hold it in.

Karine took a deep breath to regain her composure. "I'm sorry. I just don't want to smother him. The poor kid's been through enough. Let's just let him work through this on his own time. Like I said, we don't know what that man did to him."

Yvonne nodded. "I understand, Kar, I do. But he went through so much and had to deal with all of it all by himself. He's not alone anymore, though. He shouldn't have to deal with this by himself."

Karine suddenly looked exhausted. She ran a hand through her long, greasy hair and sighed heavily. "Fine. Do what you think is best. Just please be gentle."

The corner of Yvonne's mouth turned up. "I'll do my best."

. . .

Once Elliot was bathed and dressed in warm, dry pajamas, he sat on the couch beside Yvonne as she read to him from one of the many books she owned. The moment he'd been dressed, he was handed a fresh cup of tea, wrapped in a fluffy blanket, and sat on the couch in front of the fire. He didn't protest to any of it. He didn't have the strength, nor the energy, to do anything but let his body be moved and washed and dressed, like some kind of soulless doll.

Elliot could hardly pay attention to the words Yvonne was reading. His eyes remained trained on his cup of tea as he watched it slowly cool, not taking a single sip. The sun began to set, bathing the house in shadows. The fire helped to dry his damp hair and warm his frigid bones.

As Yvonne finished the chapter she was on, she looked up at him with concern in her eyes. "Did you enjoy that chapter, love?" His slow nod was almost robotic, like an involuntary response to a question he didn't even hear. Yvonne didn't know what to do. "Would you like me to read the next one?" Another robotic nod was all she got in response. Yvonne sighed, marking her spot in the book before closing it and setting it to the side. "Elliot, darling? Are you okay?"

She waited patiently for any kind of response, though she really didn't expect one. There was a glisten on his cheek, but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. It was so brief that Yvonne wasn't even sure she had really seen it. Perhaps she was so desperate for any kind of response from him that her mind had started conjuring up its own.

Then, there was another one, and another. Yvonne tilted her head to get a better view of his face, and her heart dropped at the sight of the silent tears trickling steadily down his sunken cheeks. Her eyes widened as he slowly shook his head in response to her question. "Wh-Where's L-Lyra?" His soft, trembling voice asked.

"They're resting," Yvonne said. "They wanted to be here for you, but Karine wouldn't let them. They were exhausted and they wouldn't eat. They're okay, though. I promise."

Elliot choked on the sobs in his throat, a pathetic squeak coming out instead. "I-I'm so sorry." With those words, his walls completely broke down and tears burst from his ocean blue eyes, sobs erupting from his sore throat. He buried his face in his shaking hands, unable to quell the trembling of his muscles.

Yvonne scooted slightly closer to him, careful to still keep her distance. "Oh, darling. It's not your fault. You did nothing wrong." Elliot continued to weep, his chest and shoulders heaving all the while. Yvonne wanted to hug him, but she couldn't bring herself to invade his space without his permission. He'd experienced enough of that in his lifetime and she wouldn't disrespect his boundaries.

The concerned faces of Landon, Colleen, and Karine appeared in the doorway of the kitchen. Karine looked about ready rip Yvonne apart, but Yvonne paid them no attention, her focus trained on the sobbing boy to her left.

"Elliot?" She said gently. "Do you need a hug?" Almost instantly, he lifted his face from between his hands and reached out for her. Yvonne quickly wrapped him in a strong, warm embrace. She carded her fingers through his hair and rocked him back and forth. "Shh," she cooed. "You're okay. You're safe now, you're home. I've got you, love. I've got you."

Yvonne glanced up at where Karine was staring at her from the kitchen. Her facial expression softened as she watched Elliot melt in Yvonne's arms.

Yvonne glanced at the forgotten mug of cold tea on the coffee table and mouthed to Karine, Please, heat up his tea.

Karine nodded and quietly drifted over to them. She stared at Elliot's back with grief in her eyes as she took his tea back to the kitchen.

Yvonne rubbed Elliot's back. "Darling? Do you wanna talk about anything? I'm here if you do." Elliot shook his head. "That's okay. I've got you. I won't let go until you say the word."

"I'm-I'm so s-sorry," he repeated, his voice muffled against her shoulder.

Yvonne gently shushed him. "It's okay. You have nothing to apologize for."

"B-But..."

"Shh, it's okay. No one here blames you for any of this. We don't know how that man got to you, but getting kidnapped again is not your fault."

Elliot lifted his tear-stained face from Yvonne's shoulder and looked at her with wide, bloodshot eyes. "I-I wasn't k-kidnapped."

Karine paused in the doorway with Elliot's tea in hand when she heard that. Yvonne motioned for her to set it on the coffee table as she said, "What do you mean, love?"

"I-I wasn't kidnapped," Elliot repeated. His face turned bright red and he averted his eyes as he said, "I-I r-ran away."

A new worthless chapter that didn't take a million years to come out?! Shocking, I know.

I hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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lorekeeper-backset · 4 months

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My interpretation of Calem and Serena is essentially me going "There is a platonic explanation for this, actually."

#backset blabbers #pokemon #pokemon xy #calem pokemon #trainer calem #rival calem #trainer serena #rival serena #serena pokemon #calem xavier #serena yvonne #twin champions #nothing against Kalosshipping but sometimes you've gotta write two people with a bond deeper than any romance #and I chose Calem and Serena for that

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lxdymoon0357 · 1 year

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HELLO! Sorry to bother you, but i just loved this fic so much so i was wondering would it be alright to have a continuation to it?

Like, maybe it's a few months after Penelope got married and she hasn't seen reader in so long and no one seems to not even know where she is. As if they just dissapeared.

So she just can't take it any more and sneaks out to find reader and they just have a little chase before they both fall down a small hill. And even though reader got hurt because they protected Penelope they still asked if she's okay.

.... Reader death flag perhaps 🌝

Have a great day!!!

(Tried to decided the ending so hard! Kind of failed, Siyeon! Penelope X Callisto... Part 1)

My lover who never belonged to me... Pt. 2

Before she understood anything to say or do, she felt tears pricking hard from her eyes and she fell with you to the floor, before crying her heart out as she failed to realize that in order to live and survive as Penelope she ruined Penelope, the lover who belonged to you…..

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That happened three months ago, Penelope ended up crying herself to sleep and when she woke up, Y/N wasn't there, she thought that Y/N was getting ready for the wedding, before Reynold entered the room, telling her to get ready and freshen up to get her make-up done, before he picked up Yvonne and walked out, as to wake her up and get her ready as well. As she was sitting in the bath tub, crying her eyes out yet again... As she was crying, the sound of the door opening caught her off-guard as she immediately tried to wipe her tears and pretend as she was only taking a bath normally..... But it didn't work, as the person who walked in was Callisto and he knows Penelope too well, and he knew it was something related to you, otherwise why would Penelope try to cry in private and not come to him for it.....

He immediately felt his blood boil at seeing his fiancé crying her eyes out on a day she was meant to be the happiest, as he walked over and loomed over Penelope and held her nape to turn her head to him, her eyes all glassy and nose teensy bit red from crying.

"What did that little friend of yours did to you, princess?" Callisto, enraged along in contrast gently stroking Penelope's cheek, which was wet from her tears and the bath water, with his gloved fingers.

As he sharply took out his tiny sharp dagger, which made Penelope jump up and grab his arms before squeaking out in wails, "NO! Stop, Y/N didn't do anything!" As Callisto turned to look at her face wet again from salty tears, he put his dagger away and softly wrapped Penelope in a towel and put her on his lap and she cried angry and sad tears in his shirt as Callisto rubbed her back and kissed her here and there to calm her down. Finally she calmed down and started getting ready, as Callisto left, also to get ready. Penelope got all dolled up in makeup, got her hair done and got dressed, finally walking down the aisle and saying her wows, finally after what seemed like forever, Penelope was feeling happy and warm until she looked back at her father and siblings, only to find a empty seat near Yvonne, you seat....It was empty..

As the party and drinking started, Penelope slipped out and pulled Yvonne and Reynold out of the venue before asking, "Why was Y/N's seat empty?" As Yvonne and Reynold looked upset and confused before Reynold spoke up and said, "Penelope, Y/N left a letter saying she needed to go somewhere and so she couldn't attend the wedding, Derrick yelled at them as they were leaving, but Y/N just ran off with a horse....We're sorry..." Yvonne immediately hugged her side and patted her back as Penelope again had her eyes filled with tears, but this time she wouldn't cry, she can't cry....

Without saying anything Penelope pulled Reynold and Yvonne back into the venue and started partying to get rid of you from her mind...The night ended up with her carrying her drunk husband back to bed and then spending nights with sister having a sleepover. Finally she was a wife and an empress, she would do anything in her power to find you and make you happy again!

Unfortunately that didn't work, you didn't arrive home after the wedding, you weren't seen by anyone, it's like you ceased to exist, you were basically gone and it was very hard to Penelope to move on as even though she wasn't as close to you as original Penelope, but she was still very close and you were one of the most important person in her life, you helped her survive so many things even in the game you were always protecting Penelope....

One day, as Penelope sent another troupe to find you, but as they still came back yet again empty-handed, Penelope sighed, even they couldn't find you, she'd been sending so many troupes to find you over the capital, but still no news was there about you...As she sat in the garden tryin to forget about another yet failed search, she saw a knight tossing a tiny stone again and again in his hand while talking to his friends, Penelope squinted and walked discreetly closer to them trying to figure out what it was due to curiosity, but as she recognized the stone, the weight of guilt and happiness came crashing down on her, as she realized this was the stone from your bracelet which you word 24/7, it was from original Penelope.

Penelope immediately let her presence known as the knights immediately bowed to her, before Penelope asked, "Where did you find this stone?" She asked pointing to the stone still in the knight's hand, the knight opened his hand and showed it to Penelope before saying, "Ma'am it was at the edge of the nearby border, where the forests start, but on the other side, nobody really goes there, but I found this on the ground...." Penelope took stone before inspecting it and she was correct, it was the stone which had the same pink and green engravings in it.

"Fine, get the carriage ready and take me to the place where you found this stone..." Before dismissing everyone and walking to her room to get changed into more casual clothes, which would allow more freedom and to prepare her crossbow in-case somebody tried to attack her, she was the empress after all...

Finally sitting in her carriage as it began moving, she looked out the window at the beauty of the empire, she remembered how you enjoyed going around the markets and places in the empire to hang-out with her to make her happy. She got so lost on memories and thoughts that she didn't realize when the carriage stopped, until one of the knights knocked on the door and informed her so...

Opening the door, she breathed the air in, which was filled with the smell of grass, flowers and dirt, she felt refreshed as she walked around taking in the scenery of the forest edge, it was bustling with the sounds of leaved, birds singing tunes and the sunlight peeping through the multiple layers of leaves, vines and trees. As she took a good look around, she asked, "Would you all mind letting me spend time alone in this place for a while, you can spend time here while I go walk.." this was immediately disagreed by the knights as they told that it was their duty to follow their empress to guard her not matter what..

She tried to convince them, but they wouldn't completely agree still very doubtful of the idea, finally Penelope has enough as she sighed, as she said, "Fine, but I have some serious business with someone here, so you can't follow me, but how about this, if I don't return within fifteen minutes, you can come inside, I will be leaving a trail of white lines with chalk.." Penelope said, before pulling out chalk from her robes, finally knights agreed hesitantly, as Penelope walked into the woods, taking in the beauty of the forest, where birds were flying, eating, feeding their babies, the grassy floor filled with flowers and large untamed plants, with grey stones and vines and large branches hanging from trees supporting many small animals; bunnies, butterflies, rodents, frogs, snails and tiny birds. As Penelope walked and walked, putting marks of chalks on trees as she did so, she continued to marvel in the forest's beauty, not realizing how far she'd gone in very less time, as she walked in clearings where they was a huge majestic lake, with many swans, goose, ducks, rabbits and deers. As she walked along-side the lake, still leaving marks of chalk on the trees as she walked, her dropped at the sight of someone oh so similar to her, you...You were there in an outfit you normally wouldn't wear, Penelope would only describe this outfit as a 'pirate's outfit' you were wearing pants, with a loose shirt tucked in, the shirt had poofy sleeves with a low collar, you were also wearing knee-length boots and you're hair was free and open, unlike how you would usually put it up..

As you washed your face in the lake, before rinsing your mouth and spitting the water out, as you pulled a napkin form your pocket and wiped you face as your eyes get into contact with a frozen Penelope's green eyes, as you froze before acting as though you never saw her.

This made Penelope feel as though somebody has ripped her heart into half seeing you act as though you were disgusted by her and she wasn't important to you, as compared to how warmly you would wave and smile at her when you saw her...As Penelope walked timidly towards you expecting you to yell at her, but you didn't....You didn't even show an ounce of hatred towards her, but you still didn't accept her into your walls again...You're face was unreadable and didn't show any expression as barely acknowledged her, Penelope slowly started talking after taking a deep breathe. "How-How have you been, Y/N?" Penelope asked timidly, before receiving her answer, "I've been fine." completely derived of emotion from you, this wasn't what she expected.

"Why-why did you leave?" Penelope asked, feeling her eyes fill with tears.

"I had some work." You said, turning your head away form her. As you both stood there in silence, Penelope trying not to cry and you sitting on a large rock, before there was sound of steps running as Penelope somebody also came into the clearing changing your mood and behavior immediately as you stood up and opened your arms wide, where the blue haired beauty was swallowed up in your arms and warmth, you immediately squeezed her tight picking her up a few inches above the ground before putting her down and kissing her lips...

"Well, I shall take my leave now, your imperial highness." You said, trailing behind the blue-haired girl who was pulling your hand, as Penelope now saw knights coming in from behind her, "Your highness, you weren't back, we came to find you!" they said, as you ran back, you bowed on your knees and said, "Thank you for looking after me for the time being." you said, flashing her your warm, final smile and giving her a letter before running back to the girl who was sitting on the horse, and sat behind her, that girl looked at Penelope and smiled at her before the horse started running as you both left the scene leaving no trace of you and your new found lover ever being there....

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"Dear Siyeon,

I've written this letter for my apologies. I'm sorry for leaving your wedding like that on such a horrible time and in search informal manner, please forgive me. I hope you weren't too upset about me being there. As I woke up, I remember how I confessed and when I was planning on telling you to not look at me differently, when a messenger bird came to me delivering a letter.

That letter was from a very dear person who had been missing for a long time now, they were asking me to come there to give me an explanation, they said if I wouldn't come, it would mean I didn't accept them back and so I had to leave, because I needed to know the situation of such a important person.

This person had gotten into a horrible mess and so was missing, they asked me to leave with them but I couldn't do so, without faring everyone a goodbye, yet I also couldn't face them after leaving you wedding like that. I hope Callisto is not mad by me leaving you in such a rush. I'm sorry yet again and I hope I give this letter to you before I leave the empire forever. I know I behaved wrongly with you when we met and I hope you forgive me for that. I know it's sudden after me being gone for so long, but this had to be done, I had to comply to my darling lover, Penelope's wish. I hope maybe one day we'll meet again and we'll spend time again as friends.

Love, Y/N L/N"

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Penelope was crying tears of joy and sadness as she reached the ending of the letter, wrapping the blanket around her tighter as Callisto ran his hand up and down her back. Penelope's eyes dropped tears on the parchment, making lines of inks on the paper, smudging the writing slightly. Penelope for the last time realized, she may have taken the body of your lover, but your lover will always be with you...

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perfeqt · 7 months

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There’s that thing that can happen to you when you meet somebody and you don’t consider them extraordinary at all and then they do something like play the cello or write amazing poetry or sing and suddenly you look at them completely differently.

Yvonne Prinz, The Vinyl Princess

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astrosociety · 10 days

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Coping with by drawing some ocs thanks Wakfu webtoon

They are my sillies , she (very loving) bothers him , he is dense as a rock (autism) but doesn't mind (he likes it)

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thehopefulquotes · 1 year

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Yvonne Prinz, The Vinyl Princess

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garadinervi · 7 months

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Lawrence Weiner, Holograph message to Jean-Noël Herlin on postcard [Yvonne Parent, o. T., 1993, Gips], Postmarked New York, 30 December 1997 [J.N. Herlin, Inc. © Lawrence Weiner]

#graphic design #art #visual writing #handwriting #correspondence #postcard #stamp #postage stamp #lawrence weiner #jean noël herlin #yvonne parent #1990s

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perfectfeelings · 4 months

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Yvonne Prinz, The Vinyl Princess

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quotefeeling · 11 months

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Yvonne Prinz, The Vinyl Princess

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coyotevallie · 11 months

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men will pace around their room and squeal and flail their hands at the chance to analyze blorbos

#WRITING THE YVONNE INFODUMP HEHEHEHEHEHEHE

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ladycamillewrites · 1 year

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show some truth

‣ Conrad x ofc 4

・warnings: 18+ dark, mention of abuse, emotionally abusive family, divorce, identity struggles, weight loss, implied smut

“Here USS Ronald Reagon. Approaching coordination point beta at 18 knots. Estimated arrival 0930 hours. Over“ the woman spoke in the communication device, carefully overlooking all her instruments and measurement displays.

It was a peaceful day at sea. Uneventful without major wind or waves to slow down the massive carrier. Nothing for the executive officer to worry about.

But exactly these days, she found herself musing about the time in Guatemalan jungle, the wild animals, the adrenaline cursing through her veins - and her Captain.

Two months had passed since she was withdrawn from the special forces mission after her father had found out about the bold charade. Two months without a grain of contact to Conrad.

Hell, she didn't even know if he was still alive. But she cared. Deeper than the young woman would've been comfortable with.

Every time she closed her hazel eyes in the now more spacious cabin she inhabited, memories of the compass returned. The elaborate engravings of her future ex-wife.

Did he left it where it dropped or was it still important?

Watching the Pacific ocean gush and tower in mostly peaceful waves, the officer waited for her pause to begin. It was a soothing scene, the sun drowning the white sea spray in a tangerine color.

A soothing sight to anyone for sure.

However, her mind wasn't at bay nor at peace, quite the contrary. Since Captain James Conrad happened it had never been quiet again.

“I'll take over now. Eat something, Jackson. Please“ her new best friend and and cabin neighbor blocked the twisted path her mind was running.

He was right, she thought when her meek gaze took in her own reflection. She had lost 10 pounds in two months, the most obvious testament to her constant unrest.

“Alright. Thank you“ she whispered, smiling weakly before officially announcing the change of power as per protocol.

“Officer Moore is taking over until 0900“.

The door of her cabin fell shut before her spent body dropped on the small bed, the duvet giving way to her white jacket.

Golden specks were thrown on the greyish ceiling as her command at sea insignia met the beam of light. Scoffing, she reached for her phone.

How the young officer hated this golden, glorious symbol.

< Ava Conrad > was quickly typed in the search bar of the military intranet.

Was this a fault? Perhaps.

Was she still curious about the abuse? Unfortunately.

Weirdly hoping Wilson and the other guy were just talking trash about the reason for Conrads soon-to-happen divorce, hazel eyes scanned the results.

There it was, her lips parting in twisted anticipation and her legs clenching at the photo of Conrad in his festive military dress and

...a gorgeous black haired woman in a white wedding dress with a perfect mermaid silhouette.

The screen began to seem blurry as her nervous hands trembled, collecting all the dammed emotions. Anger, disappointment, curiosity - but there were also joy and most of all jealousy.

Again.

Trying to keep her cool and not look like she had cried after this fifteen minute pause, her pointer begun to scroll.

“Divorce still in progress after incriminating testimony against Ava Conrad née White“

A gasp left her suddenly dry mouth, phone slipping out of her grasp and slapping against the metal insignia with a screeching noise.

Conrad was never the abuser. It had been his wife.

The woman's nails dug in the sheets while pity and most of all shame twirled around her spine, feeling horribly stiffening.

“What did you do to Ava“ she heard the angry echo of her own voice confronting the man who had always been innocent.

She felt terrible, as knee deep in debt.

But, however, there was no time for her to panic nor overthink if she would ever meet him again and if so how she should apologize best.

*ring ring*

Fumbling with the sheets and her jacket, her delicate fingers tried to recapture the buzzing and singing phone. Internally praying for it to be mum about to ask whether the sea was calm she hastily accepted the call.

“Sister? Can you hear me?“

The young officer felt her heart clench obnoxiously at the annoying voice of her older sister. Puffing before she held the phone to her mouth, she prayed it would just go by quickly.

“Yes, Louise, I can“

“God, no need to be a bitch“ the real Louise huffed, the eye roll nearly audible.

“I- What? What have I done?“ her knuckles slowly began to turn white from her violent grip around the phone.

“You're always so- so...ugh, forget it. Father told me to call you“

Or course he did, the woman thought, not unfamiliar with her father avoiding to reach out to her directly. It always was a colleague or Louise to inform her about his will.

“Okay. What did he say?“ she tried to remain as unfazed as possible. Since her system was still overruled by simmering feelings towards James Conrad, she could've been assigned an easier task.

“I don't know why but he wants you to attend the annual gala dinner of officials. He has arranged a substitute for you on board, the helicopter will pick you up tomorrow at 0730“.

Sighing the woman, as pale as the white wall behind her, once again cursed her father. Internally.

Last year she had managed to avoid those lavish festivities under the pretense of having contracted the flu that was going around the carrier. Seems like this was not an option this year since said event took place in ridiculous three days.

She was at her wit's end, defeated and tired. And certainly the bloody contrary of keen on being home.

“Alright then. See you, Louise“.

“Bye, Yvonne“

Burying her hands in the big sweater she wore although spring was blooming outside, Yvonne wanted nothing more than to leave.

But flight was not always an option. Conrad had taught her that all lost things could be found again.

Smiling weakly, the blonde indulged in reminisces...

The tall, athletic man's hand felt right on her body, making her feel the polar opposite of what men usually provoked in her irritated mind. He had planted the rich seed of desire in her emotions instead of scaring her. Showing Yvonne how sensual a rough man's touch can be and bending her body to his will.

“You know people expect the General's daughter to look... presentable“ Louise sneered from across the room, helping herself to various delicacies her father's kitchen had to offer.

She had always been like that; disgustingly haughty, chiding your sheer existence whenever she had the chance to.

The lean woman shifted in her seat, face contorted in obvious discomfort. If it was her sister or the thought of tonight's gruesome events was beyond her knowledge.

“I still got the dress from two years ago. It'll suffice“.

��God, Yvonne“ her father's agitated grumble resounded from the staircase announcing his theatric arrival. He couldn't possibly have joined them in a worse moment, she mumbled to herself.

“Louise, my dear, would you please lend your sister a dress? She is incapable of keeping a decent wardrobe“ he said, his tone more angry the nearer he got to the humiliating end of his sentence.

The old man still, even after 23 years of Yvonne's life, didn't care a tiny bit about her own opinion. The beautiful woman with eyes of her mother long living apart from the General, was the annoying anomaly in his strict life.

“Are you sure they would look any good? I mean look at her“ Louise asked with feigned worry, struggling to keep the giggle out of her voice.

Yvonne, however, was numb to her sister's unnecessary gibes. Time does heal, apparently.

“Just give me your smallest. It will fit, dad. I'm sure“ she forced herself to answer.

The right hand balling to a silent fist was perfectly veiled by the oversized sweater when she got up, emotionlessly trolling behind Louise.

This evening was about to become one of the worst in her entire life. Her father would almost be exploding with pride about his eldest daughter while said she marinated in the macabre spotlight illuminated by some patsies of war mongers.

Yvonne was not even aware of the wildfire that was yet to blaze it's way towards her.

It was a cold comfort but at least the dress she was forced in suited her quite well.

She was fortunate to be a woman, Yvonne thought when she watched all the man looking like colorful lackeys in their ceremonial dresses. Frowning, the young officer tried her best to find something pleasing to look at.

Something that could positively distract her from this show.

Just as her hazel gaze crept along the walls of the old manor, military property for exactly such occasions, the terrifying sound of her dad clearing his throat ripped her apart.

“Somehow, I had to make amends for your naive self to walk around as Louise and torment Captain Conrad's whole lead“ he began to chide, awakening a bittersweet premonition to cradle in Yvonne's mind.

“So I invited him“ he continued gesturing to the unoccupied side of the table “...and will introduce the real Louise to him. J'espère que tu n'as pas fait trop de dégâts“.

His mother-tongue leaving the nasty vocal cords of her father was never a good thing. Mostly, an elaborate seeming veil to cover what no one else should understand.

Yvonne was suddenly freezing, even though if she had thought it through before, it only seemed logical that her dad wanted Conrad to meet his trophy daughter.

The one that was actually experienced in ground fighting. The one she had claimed to be to take a glimpse of what freedom, autonomy and her dream would look like.

Shuddering under shiny eyes of her older sister, Yvonne felt dreadfully lonely.

It wouldn't even require an high school diploma to detect what Louise was about to do. Everyone knew Conrad was a handsome, athletic man with the face of a greek god statue. It was kind of hard to blame her for planning to seduce him.

Oh, the things he could make her feel...Yvonne's skittish mind trailed off like in countless reclusive nights before, surging through a minefield of dangerous souvenirs.

The way his rough, strong hands felt so arousing as they cupped her breast and pressed her against the tree. How the young woman easily dropped the bits of grace she had left and sunk on her knees for him, sucking until he obscenely came all over her throat.

Now that it was confirmed that James had never been an abuser and therefore falsely accused by her, Yvonne wished to make amends for it.

She couldn't quit decipher what it was, however her deepest urges longed for him, craved to be back under his controlling gaze that lost notes of it's sinister only for her. There was no sense in denying her attraction towards Captain Conrad.

Maybe she would steal the show tonight?

Yvonne cherished and treasured the images of his steel blues dripping with hot want and hues of sentiment for her.

Was it that far-fetched to presume he would still be electrified by her?

“Probably not“ Yvonne's absent lips murmured, dragging her father's attention as he made her flinch with a simple outreach of his arm. No harm was intended.

Conrad gritted his teeth, feeling his heart crumble stilly at the sight of faux-Louise Jackson jolting.

He would not need to ask to know the reason.

“What is it, James?“ Ava purred when the black haired woman felt his hand clench around her fingers. Not gifting her a single look, Conrad just scoffed, never averting his narrowed eyes from the woman who was bewitching him so badly.

She was a victim and so was he; a bitter connection but the more worthy of exploration.

Furrowing her brows in confusion at the suddenly crestfallen expression of Louise, Yvonne shifted on the leather clad chair. She couldn't see what the fuss was about since the whole hall was filled with guests plus her father's broad frame was prominently blocking her view.

“Mon dieu. Que fait-elle ici?“ Louise breathed, taking her dad's arm and shaking it nervously.

Who was said 'elle', Yvonne still wondered, feeling the wetness in her panties as she leaned over to the right.

And then there he was; the source of her merciless arousal in person.

Conrad looked neat, a harsh difference to how Yvonne had known him with dried blood on his hands, dirt smeared across his razor sharp cheekbones and always clad in that obscenely too tight blue shirt.

But she had somehow known he would stand out from the crowd, rightfully so, looking breathtakingly handsome in the cream suit. A perfectly acceptable violation of the men's dress code.

Yvonne couldn't help herself but grow a beautiful smile when he swaggered closer, intimidating as always. The short moment their gazes met was like pure magic, the yearning cry of a seaman longing for his significant other.

Then her father greeted him, turning to another person when he gestured Conrad to take a seat on your table.

Ava.

Yvonnes jaw dropped, eyebrows slanting in pure confusion and shock.

She was indeed pretty, long legs in a caramel tone were halfway covered by red fabric which snaked around her waist all the way up to where her perfect boobs were on display.

Bleak disappointment was the next sentiment in line to torment the blonde, suddenly feeling so much less attractive in her golden dress that did poorly at propping up her breasts or highlighting her delicate collarbones.

She felt as misplaced as always, no, this situation was even worse.

Meanwhile Conrad forced himself to look at anyone but the angel of his sweetest dreams.

The tall Englishman didn't dare to arraign her for not properly introducing herself. Well, for not speaking at all. He, how unfortunate it may was, knew exactly that she was waiting for her arse of a father to tell her to. Punishment was to be avoided.

Abhorred and deep inside regretting treating her as he had done, chiding and making fun of her as the Marine Corps General's spoiled daughter, Conrad was drawn back in his own hell of a reality.

“James, what would you like to drink now that we've been so politely invited?“ Ava's serpent tongue chirped.

“Before we start dining, Captain Conrad, please excuse my younger daughters shenanigans“ your dad announced, drawing quotation marks in the air when his sharp tongue hit the last word.

She were embarrassing him.

But Conrad, in his usual cool and distant demeanor just waved off, returning your father's exaggerated smile to a rather limited level.

“General Jackson, I assure you she was in no way hampering the mission nor my duty“ in his short pause those almond shaped eyes, deeper than any ocean Yvonne had ever navigated, found her hazel glance. The one of a silenced vixen begging to be released into the wild.

“Quite the contrary“ his gravelly baritone then added, leaving the meaning to free interpretation.

Your father's grey brows were twitching, his face loosing it's poise for an instant.

Yvonne was grinning instead, eliciting a silver shine in Conrad's eyes. But she had already spotted that they were glassy, spent with reddened small veins. The Captain had cried and not long ago.

“However, I am Louise Jackson. It's my pleasure Captain“ your sister buried the moment deep as she raked her body over the table to shake hands with the man she was determined to somehow steal from that dragon Ava.

Scoffing subtly, Yvonne's fragile enthusiasm vanished again. The reminder of both Ava's and her wicked sister's presence became too much for the blonde's smile to carry. It dropped helplessly along with her gaze.

She could bare the situation for about twenty minutes until the first course was served. Then, the theatre truly began.

“Care to taste my soup, baby?“ she heard the black haired woman coo, her attention drawn to them by blazing curiosity.

At fist Yvonne had guessed she only accompanied him out of sheer duty since the divorce wasn't through yet. But the sky became more starry when her hand nestled on the apex of his neck while the other guided a spoon of soup to Conrad's lips.

“Ava, stop“ he hissed, the lighter shades of blue in his eyes turning pitch black.

“Aww... are you strained? Need some relief, baby?“ she continued her inappropriate mission. Yvonne suppressed a gasp as she saw Ava's right hand sliding down his torso, landing god knows where.

Probably the whole divorce thing was a farce? Perhaps he was already hard for her under the table, awaiting his wife's wanton hand stroking him through the cream dress pants?

“Excusez-moi“ is blurted out of Yvonne, the clink of the young woman's spoon hitting the white plate drew too many pairs of eyes.

Pinching the fabric of her orange dress and hoisting the material up, she weaved past her seated sister, taking a last glance at her father's boiling expression.

“Tu vas regretter ça - you will regret this“ his gritted teeth wordlessly snapped but the pretty woman, visibly tired by all this couldn't care less.

Out. Now.

Air.

Ignoring every curious gaze that clung to her like a train, Yvonne rushed out of the great hall. The heels were clicking relentlessly on the cold stone floor, joining in the rhythm of her racing heart.

Conrad was a memory, yes, but deep down she knew her mind and heart wanted more of this electrifying man. Devil may care about his flaws. To her James Conrad was the only desirable man, but painfully obviously not only desired by her alone.

She was too good for having to deal with such moronic torture she repeatedly whispered to herself, pacing across the ground floor disorientated.

Fuck, she knew the building.

“Yvonne“ Conrad's rich voice suddenly filled the tense atmosphere, making her freeze for a moment.

Her name sounded too good to be true coming out of the asshole of a Captain's mouth. Nevertheless, he was the last person she wanted to be alone with now so she continued her flight.

“Leave me alone“.

The ding of the elevator announcing it's arrival couldn't have come any earlier to Yvonne's liking.

Internally, she prayed to have lost Conrad while her body ebulliently yearned for his. Soon, she knew, this cataclysmic crevice would tear open and sweep her away.

Taking a skittish glimpse in the big mirror of the elevator's cabin, Yvonne was shocked by the extent of herself she was confronted with.

The executive officer Yvonne Jackson navigating a US Navy carrier because her father denied to pay her college loans if it wasn't to start a military career...she was not there.

Only Yvonee.

The young woman, the underdog of her family having been pushed around and commanded since the day she could walk. A passionate soul living within the lean, small blonde with the cute snub nose that only wanted to be free.

A salty tear began to run down her rosy cheek when the elevator door closed.

Suddenly, the exact cream color of Conrads suit invaded the small gape that was left before Conrad pressed the doors open again. With sheer muscle force, rips of the poor fabric clearly audible.

Hunger lurked in his oceanic gaze, jaw bobbing forth and clenching just as dominantly as it did in Guatemala.

“Yvonne...“ he rasped, eyeing the gorgeous woman and her countless reflections dancing in the go-around mirror.

“Tell me more“.

J'espère que tu n'as pas fait trop de dégâts - I hope you didn't do too much damage.

Mon dieu. Que fait-elle ici? - My god. What is she doing her?

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Worthless - Part 11

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Content: degradation, dehumanization, past slavery mention, self-deprecation, self-hatred, pet whump, hurt/comfort

Yvonne's eyes fluttered open with the sun shining in through her window, draping her in a blanket of warmth. She squinted and clamped her eyes shut as she reached over to shut her blinds. Most people would find a sunny morning quite enjoyable, but Yvonne was too sensitive to it.

She stretched, her spine crackling in multiple places. She peered at the time. Once again, she had awoken with the rising sun. The only person that ever woke up earlier than she did was Lyra.

Yvonne pushed herself out of bed and yawned as she made her way to the bathroom. However, a slight movement out of the corner of her eye stopped her in her tracks. She turned her head, but nothing was there. Still, she could hear the sounds of rustling coming from the living room.

Yvonne squinted. She slowly approached the living room, where the rustling sounds only grew louder. Her skin prickled with uncertainty, but as she rounded the corner, all of that disappeared.

Elliot was milling about the living room with a cloth and a spray bottle in his hand. Yvonne raised a brow as she watched him dust off the end tables and the coffee table and the shelves.

Yvonne smirked. "Elliot?"

The small man gasped and instantly fell to his knees, but he didn't speak. He tensed and whimpered, but that's all.

"Hey, it's okay," Yvonne said as she stepped out from behind the corner. "I just didn't realize you were awake. You scared me."

Elliot hunched his shoulders. "I'm sorry, Yvonne. I didn't mean to."

"Oh, it's okay. I'm not mad or anything. You don't have a kneel." Elliot reluctantly pushed himself to his feet, his head still bowed. He'd always been the shortest member of the team, but he looked unnaturally small with how he held himself now. Yvonne remembered that he used to hate how small he was and would hold himself with a sense of confidence that made him seem bigger. Now, however, it was almost as if he was trying to make himself smaller.

"What were you doing?" Yvonne asked, eyeing the cloth and spray bottle on the floor.

Elliot flinched. "I-I was just cl-cleaning."

Yvonne scoffed. "But you hate cleaning."

Elliot lowered his head even further. "I-I used to, but-but now it makes me f-feel safe. It makes me feel u-useful."

Yvonne nodded in understanding. "Well, you don't have to do that. We all take turns cleaning, you know that. Besides, you should be relaxing. Lyra told us to take care of you."

"W-Well, I-I wanted to do something to make up for all the time everyone w-wasted on me last night. I didn't deserve everyone's kindness after how useless I've been."

"Oh, don't say that."

Elliot flinched and whimpered again. "I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"No, that's not what I meant. I just mean that we all had a great time hanging out with you. It wasn't a waste of time."

"S-Still. I at least wanted to say th-thank you."

Yvonne smiled. "You're so sweet, darling. What did the rest of us ever do to deserve you?"

. . .

Elliot glanced up with wide eyes. What did that mean? She was right, they didn't deserve him. He was useless and stupid and ugly and worthless. They deserved someone so much better than him. So, why did she make that sound like a positive thing?

Before Elliot could dwell on it any longer, Yvonne said, "Well, since Lyra's not here, I was thinking of making breakfast for the team. You know, so we can keep up the routine. Would you like anything in particular?"

This was a test Elliot was familiar with. He dipped his head forward. "No, m-ma'am. I-I will eat whatever you think I'm worthy of."

Yvonne furrowed her brows. "What does that mean?"

Elliot froze. Did he say something wrong? Was that the wrong answer?

Stupid, braindead mutt!

Elliot panicked. "I-I don't know, it's-it's what Master always w-wanted me to say." Elliot's hands started quivering. "I'm sorry. I swear, I'm trying so hard to be good." Elliot fell to his knees and lowered his forehead to the floor. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to-to upset you. I'm just a stupid, worthless mutt. Please, forgive me." Elliot lifted his head off of the floor, only to crawl closer to Yvonne and press a gentle kiss to her feet.

Yvonne gasped and stumbled backwards, startling Elliot. He flinched and tensed, as though preparing to be kicked.

"Elliot, what-what are you doing?" Yvonne exclaimed.

Elliot sobbed. His whole body was trembling with fear as he covered his face with his hands. "I-I can't do anything right anymore. I don't know what to do. No one is giving me any orders, and I'm too s-stupid to guess what everyone wants. Every time I guess, I get it wrong. I'm too stupid to be here! I'm just a broken, brainless animal!" Yvonne merely watched him, too stunned to react. "I-I don't know why you all k-keep me here. I don't deserve your kindness or l-love. I'm no good. I'm no good at all."

Yvonne lowered herself down until she was sitting in front of him. "Elliot-"

"I just wish someone would tell me what I was doing wrong. M-Master liked it when I was submissive and obedient. I don't kn-know how else to-to please you."

"Elliot, please listen to me."

Elliot broke out of his trance at the sound of a command. He shut his mouth and waited for her to speak.

He was trembling and staring at Yvonne with the eyes of a deer that was about to be shot. He looked terrified and hopeless and so, so tired.

Yvonne gently took hold of one of his trembling hands. He flinched, but made no move to pull away. Yvonne held his hand between both of hers and said, "I'm not good at dealing with feelings, Elliot. I wish I knew what to say to convince you that you haven't done anything wrong, but I'm not sure that's possible." Elliot sniffled and lowered his head, wiping away his tears with his free hand. "However, what it sounds like to me isn't that you want to be comforted. It's that you want to be useful. Am I right?"

Elliot sniffled again and nodded. "Mhm," he mumbled.

Yvonne gave a faint smile. "That's something I believe I can help you with."

Elliot's eyes widened. "Really?" He exclaimed.

Yvonne nodded. "Would you like me to give you some chores? Something to do around the house?"

Elliot's eyes shone with the most hope and excitement that he'd experienced in over a year. "Yes! Yes, please! I would be so grateful!"

Yvonne couldn't help but smile. His enthusiasm for chores was as saddening as it was relieving. "Okay. Then, why don't we go sit in the kitchen while I think up a list of chores for you?"

Tears glistened in Elliot's eyes. He lowered his head to the floor, preparing to kiss her feet again. "Thank you, Yvonne! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I am so grateful!"

Yvonne stepped back as Elliot started to kiss her feet again. "Okay, that's enough," she said, as gently as she could manage. "Come on, darling. Up you get."

. . .

Yvonne sat at the dining table, a pen and paper resting in front of her. Elliot sat across the table, looking as though he was trying to hide his discomfort. It had taken a bit of convincing to get Elliot to sit at the table, but Yvonne preferred that than to have him sit at her feet.

"All right, darling. What kind of chores would you like to do?"

Elliot straightened his back. "I-I will do anything you a-ask of me."

Yvonne smiled. "Yes, but is there something you would like to do more than anything else?"

Elliot thought for a moment. "I-I don't think so. M-Master never let me choose my tasks. I would simply do as I was told."

Yvonne furrowed her brows and pushed her glasses up her nose. "Tasks?" She repeated. Elliot nodded. "I thought he made you his pet."

Elliot nodded. "He-He did, b-but I was also meant to s-serve him."

"So, what, he made you into his personal slave?" Yvonne exclaimed, her voice rising.

Elliot flinched. He didn't know what he'd done wrong. "Y-Yes, ma'am," he whispered, hoping that was the right answer. Yvonne's pale face turned pink with anger. Elliot yelped.

"That bastard!" Yvonne shouted, pounding her fist on the table. Elliot flinched and shielded his head with his hands. Yvonne watched him for a moment, realizing her mistake. She took several deep breaths and waited for both of them to calm down. "I'm sorry, darling. I didn't mean to shout. I'm not angry with you. Honest."

Elliot didn't look at her. "D-Did I say something wr-wrong?" He whispered.

"Oh, no, sweetheart. You haven't done anything wrong. I just-I just didn't expect that. I'm sorry." He didn't acknowledge her apology, nor did he ever lift his eyes from the floor. Yvonne sighed. "Why don't...we just find you some simple chores to do, hm? Nothing too difficult or strenuous. How does that sound?"

Elliot nodded. "That sounds okay," he mumbled.

Yvonne could barely hear him. She reached a hand across the table and said, "Hey, I'm really sorry for yelling. I just didn't realize how horribly he treated you." Yvonne felt more disgusted the longer she thought about it. "I-I can't believe we ever let that monster into our house. I can't believe we let him get anywhere near you, let alone touch you. I'm so sorry, Elliot." Elliot shook his head, and Yvonne pushed herself to her feet. She wrapped him in an awkward hug. "None of this was your fault, darling. I want you to know that."

Elliot didn't hug her back. He was too frightened after her outburst and he didn't want to do anything that could possibly make her anymore angry. So, he opted to do nothing instead.

. . .

Elliot got straight to work once Yvonne had finished his list of chores. It wasn't as long as he had wanted it to be, but he was still grateful for a way to prove his usefulness.

Elliot was in the living room, continuing to dust the shelves, as he had done earlier, while Yvonne made breakfast in the kitchen. He was still in her line of sight, and she made sure to check on him as often as she could.

Elliot was standing on the tips of his toes in order to reach one of the higher shelves. Yvonne cringed. "Are you sure you don't want some help in there, love?" She called out to him. "Some of those shelves are pretty high. I don't want you to hurt yourself."

Elliot turned and frantically shook his head. "No, I can do it. I'll be good, I promise."

A sad smile grew across Yvonne's face. "Okay, darling, but feel free to ask for some help if you need it. You won't be punished for it."

Elliot looked uncertain, but he nodded in understanding and returned to his work. Yvonne did the same.

Several minutes passed in peaceful silence, until the sound of dragging feet broke it. Yvonne looked up to see Karine standing there, staring at Elliot from the doorway to the kitchen. Her eyes her wide and confused and slightly angry.

"Something wrong?" Yvonne asked.

Karine turned, as though just noticing Yvonne for the first time. Karine's eyes narrowed as she took several bold steps into the kitchen. "What the hell is he doing?" She whisper-shouted.

Yvonne's eyes widened. "What are you talking about?" She said it in the same quiet whisper as Karine.

Karine ground her jaw. "Why is Elliot cleaning? Did you tell him to?"

Yvonne pursed her lips. "Sort of, but-"

"Why?"

Yvonne kept one eye on the food she was making as she conversed with Karine. Yvonne shrugged. "He was bored and restless. So, I gave him some chores to do."

Karine's hands curled into fists. "And you don't see anything wrong with that?"

Yvonne shook her head. "No, why should I?"

"Because he should be resting. He needs to recover."

Yvonne furrowed her brows. "Yes, but confining him to his bed isn't going to help him believe he's a person again, will it?"

"Well, neither will treating him like a damn slave!" Karine shouted, much louder than intended.

Yvonne's eyes widened. She glanced over Karine's shoulder just in time to see Elliot turn around to stare at them, eyes round and frightened. Yvonne gave him a weak smile and motioned for him to continue with his work.

Once Elliot was no longer looking, Yvonne grabbed hold of Karine's wrist and dragged her out of Elliot's earshot. Once they were properly hidden, Yvonne glared at Karine. "First of all, do not yell at me where he can hear you. I've already made that mistake once today and I'm not going to let him go through that again. Second of all, how dare you accuse me of treating him like a slave?"

Karine's brows narrowed. "What am I supposed to think, Yvonne? That he chose to clean the house all on his own?"

"Yes!" Yvonne shouted. "Because he did! He said that cleaning makes him feel safe, and after what he told me about his time with Christian, I can't say I blame him!"

Karine rolled her eyes. "Oh, bullshit, Yvonne. As if Elliot would make any sort of decision on his own. He had his free will beaten out of him, for god's sake!"

"Then, explain to me why I woke up to him dusting the living room, Karine. If you understand Elliot so much better than I do, enlighten me!"

"Enlighten you about what? Something that obviously didn't happen?"

"What, so you don't believe me?"

"No, I don't!"

"Then, what do you want me to say?" Yvonne's breath was quick and ragged. Her skin was bright pink and there were frustrated tears in her eyes. Karine didn't respond. Yvonne's jaw tightened. "I don't know what you want me to say, Karine, if you're choosing not to believe me. Do you want me to admit to using him like a slave, which I'm not doing. Or do you want me to apologize for giving him chores?"

Karine didn't answer.

Yvonne released a heavy sigh. "If you really want to know the truth, Elliot had a breakdown this morning." Karine's eyes widened. "He was sobbing and degrading himself, and I didn't know what to do. He said he was too useless and stupid to be here, so when I offered to give him a list of chores to make him feel less useless, he practically beamed. It was the closest thing to genuine happiness I've seen from him in over a year, so naturally, I gave him some stuff to do. What's wrong with that?"

Karine's gaze wavered. "I-I just can't believe that, Yvonne."

Yvonne sighed again. "Fine," she said. She led Karine back over to the doorway leading into the living room. "Then, look at him and tell me he doesn't look even the slightest bit content."

Karine rolled her eyes before fixing them on Elliot as he moved around the living room. She watched him for a moment, her expression softening.

Yvonne crossed her arms over her chest. "Does he look like he's crying? Or shaking? Or begging?" Karine was silent, which only prompted Yvonne to press on. "Is it really such an awful thing to admit that Elliot isn't the same person that he used to be? Yes, the old Elliot hated chores, but the new Elliot finds comfort in them. Why is that such a bad thing?"

Karine released a long, heavy breath. "Because I don't want him to see himself as nothing but a slave. I want him to know that he's worth more than what he can do for people."

Yvonne nodded in understanding. "As do I, but he's only been here for a few weeks. There's still so much that needs to happen before he even sees himself as human again."

"Exactly." Karine tore her gaze away from Elliot and fixed it on Yvonne once more. "So, how is indulging his desire to be useful going to help him understand that?"

Yvonne took a moment to watch Elliot, and it was only then that she noticed the incredibly weak smile on his face as he admired his handiwork. "Because it'll show him that we care about what he wants. I didn't force him to do this, he asked me for chores...in his own broken way. And not only that, look at him. He's almost smiling. Is it really so bad that he finds even the smallest amount of joy in this?" Karine didn't answer. "If you ask me, improving his mood is the most progress we could ask for, at the moment."

Karine hesitated. "It's just so hard to believe that he would choose this. This isn't like Elliot at all."

Yvonne shrugged. "Maybe I'm crazy, but I think we should start treating him like his own new person instead of the person we wish he still was."

Both women watched silently as Elliot finished his dusting. His weak smile grew slightly. He looked so incredibly proud of himself, and that warmed Yvonne's heart. He turned to face the women in the doorway, only then noticing the eyes watching him so intently. His smile disappeared and his skin paled.

Yvonne panicked and swiftly approached him. "Oh, darling, I'm sorry. We shouldn't have been staring."

Elliot's chin started quivering. "Have I d-done something wr-wrong?"

"No, of course not, love. We were just admiring the job you did. We're so proud of you."

Elliot's eyes widened and his trembling slowed. "R-Really? I-I did a g-good job?"

Yvonne smiled sweetly and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. He didn't flinch away from her touch. "You did an amazing job, and I'm so proud of you for telling me that you wanted some chores. That was very brave."

Elliot looked down nervously at his feet. "H-Have I p-pleased you?"

Yvonne's sweet smile turned sad as she gathered him in her arms and rubbed soothing circles into his back. "You have done more than please me, Elliot. I'm thrilled at all the progress you've made, even without Lyra here. You have no idea how happy it makes me to see you smile again. I'm so unbelievably proud of you."

. . .

Tears of joy and relief flooded Elliot's eyes as he melted into her embrace. He was so happy to please his owners friends. That's all he had ever wanted to do.

Sorry this one took so long. I haven't had much motivation to write lately, and this chapter was especially difficult, for some reason.

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed! At the moment, I don't really have an idea for chapter 12, so it could be a while until the next chapter.

But if anyone has any suggestions for future chapters, please send them to me!

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