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Qian Han Liu under the guidance of Olivier Theyskens ''Cactus Suit'' Model Anais Newest Cool
#Qian Han Liu#olivier theyskens#anais#fashion community#fashion figure#fashion diversity#representation#representation matters#fashion inclusive#inclusivity#inclusivity matters#diverse fashion#fashion exhibition#fashion exhibitions#fashion museum#fashion gallery#fashion school#fashion project#fashion student#2000s fashion looks#2000s style#2000s aesthetic#2000s model#2000s look#2000s outfit#cactus suit#deconstruction#deconstruction fashion#deconstruction community#deconstructionism
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â what got val smiling like that?
#spoiler number 2 bc i'm excited about the reveal#now that i think about it seeker really suits her well#ps-cactus was soooo right#hi babe if you are reading this đ«¶đ»âš#valentine black#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy mc#slytherin#hogwarts legacy screenshots#hogwarts legacy photo mode#hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry#quidditch
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The reel
Well I was NOT prepared for that
#12/03/2024#miles kane#suit Miles#his voice đđđ„°đ„°đ«¶đœđ#and the mumbled singing everybody knows too well đ«¶đœđ«¶đœđ„č#also matching sunnies#and Miles with his absolute endless energy and Robb being fuck tired đ#Miles would be an amazing road trip buddy#genuinely amazed how they stuff all their gear into a regular car and slight anxiety with the way Milesâ guitar is balanced on the very top#les cactus my beloved đđ#donât ask me how I feel about him wearing a size S (slim fit)#I wasnât expecting long sleeve shirts but fully prepared for polos#him using their songs will never not make me emotional and I know it doesnât mean anything but I love it cause it shows heâs proud of their#work heâs got good memories of this time and isnât against showing it#the fact that he plays air guitar while trying on his clothes to see how they will feel/look on stage đ„°đ„°đ„čđ«¶đœ
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Another spidersona, this time leaning more on my local environment than on lore potential. Is that suit.. living?
#spidersona#blogcat: art#cactus-spider#have the vague idea the suit is a symbiote - allowing for them to grow more spikes at will#like a cactus - they're always carrying around a ton of water in their backpack. heatstroke and dehydration are their greatest villains
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Fyoplushes meeting the newly adopted member of the plush family, Porcino, and studying him with great interest.
#his cactus suit is his armor so he feels confident meeting these two shady plushes despite just being a cute little pig#of course the fyoplushes mean him no harm and only want to know the creature who has joined them on the bed#-fyoplush
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Hello I saw your Valentineâs Day post and I thought I might as well participate.
the character I shall pick is Jade Leech and for emojis đ§ž, đ«, and either đ or đ either one is fine with me ^^
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Hoo boy... this boi can Eat with a capital E. The fact that it's canon he can consume just as much, if not MORE food, then S.ebek is telling enough. The sad thing is, I don't think he gets to stuff himself as often as he wishes to.
I think he likes the feeling of being so tremendously full, but because he's practically a black hole, it's difficult to reach such a state. He somehow always has room for more. His metabolism, paired up with a ravenous appetite and an all-around genuine love for food, can take a lot to satiate.
Even after he had just eaten lunch, I can guarantee you he's thinking about his next meal, his stomach already rumbling again, not even a few hours later.
I also like to think that because of his voracious eating habits, he's definitely has some chub on him, particularly around his waist and thighs. His tummy also tends to bloat after devoring a hefty meal or if he ate anything spicy.
However, he easily burns off that weight from being an active guy. Let's face it, he hikes, goes on nature walks, swims around in his merform... He's practically always exercising, but then again, all that activity only makes him hungrier, which means only one thing. More delicious food to eat!
It's a delightful cycle, one I think he enjoys very thoroughly~
#tummy wonderland#wg kink#stuffing kink#hunger kink#ik j.ade is your fav so i hope this suits him!#had such a hard time deciding if i wanted to do vore or hunger hcs đ#cactus asks#valentine's asks
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Russell Mael on American Bandstand on September 11, 1984. (Photo by ABC Photo Archives/Disney General Entertainment Content via Getty Images)
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Cactusman (2007) - Colored Pencils on Paper - 8 1/2" by 11"
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thatâs not how you wear pants
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If you were a houseplant, what species would you be?
CHRISTMAS CACTUS You're different. You go unnoticed at first, but once someone spots you, it's hard to turn away. You don't need much to be happy.
Tagged by: Stolen! Tagging: @conduitandconjurerâ , @mostincrediblechangeâ, @masterlysamtylerâ, @vntageteeâ, @itsalltoobeautifulâ, @rockruinââ, and anyone else whoâd like to!
#actually... that does fit. just aesthetically. a (red!) christmas cactus just looks like it'd suit him.#a pocket full of posies [meme responses];
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I love sci-fi sm I wish I was a little robot so I could change out my parts and get instant top surgery and be perfectly ambiguous of gender
#robot gender envy hours#I miss u fl4k bl3âŠ..#and starch assault android cactusâŠâŠ..#and zer0 bl2 even though heâs maybe an alien in a suit not a robot it doesnât matter I need to be himâŠâŠ.:#and the non binary transformer everyone bitched about too tbh..
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i hacent actually had like a little artists persona in so long. not since my object head days in the nuzlocke trenches...
#txt#very 1st iteration was back when i was cactusking lol. lanky thing in a suit with a cactus head#then when i went by i-am-a-gardevoir it was the same thing but magikarp head#and then after that i didnt draw anything representing me unless i was doing self portraits ??
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I finally have a short sleeve button down again đ
#finding one was fr so hard#it needed to be casual bc i dont go anywhere TOO fancy and its just for like.. causal nice rather than like#suit and tie nice#then theres sensory issues. me being fat. me having tits.#and on top of all that!! i needed to like the print because im a picky bitch it turns out#i like darker colors. i wanted a pattern that made it casual. i wanted it to be a cute and charming pattern ie not boring#but i also dont want to call attention to myself#herculean task fr but#i landed on this cotton cactus one and im. glad i did.#its fr so comfy. looks good with and without a bra. looks good tucked or untucked.#serves cowbutch. if you will even.#my face#my post
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(Theyre also blushing but i cant figure out why). Both Kenzan and Johan are more focused on Judai tho, which could either be bc theyre both gay for him or cause this takes place post s4 (so theyre happy to see Jou enjoying life again after his depression). Then you have Fubuki and Asuka in the corner. Fubuki is doing his standout uncoordinated cloudcuckoolander bit by not wearing blue/black/white/yellow like everyone else (get with the program, man!) Instead he's going for that... christmas ensemble? With the rare red....tho now I see it, there's also judais pants and the coke bottles and the red cups and oh my god it was a red/blue/green/yellow colour scheme all along. ANYWAY, while Asuka is more serious with her modest clothing and walking boots, she has this small smile. Like, clearly she's not super duper ecstatic over his dumbass ukelele serenades, but she'll humour him today of all days, not just because it's a special day but because she looooves having her brother back.
Final verdict: this pic honestly just gets better the more you look at it. It makes me wish i had synesthesia just so I could taste the cozy hot chocolate vibes. Like its truly utterly immaculate. Kudos to you for all time!!!
#Incrredible absolutely incredible vibes here holy cow. Especially as an australian freezing in midwinter. Unmatched coziness#like it has that top tier cozy wood cottage setting (respect for graining the floor panels btw) so you can practically see the snow outside#I know they're drinking coke but in my heart that is hot chocolate ok it is beautiful hot chocolate and maybe there is pho somewhere#anyway I also really like how the orange/blue/green mesh together in this piece. It's not too uniform or restrained or blocky. Instead#the colours are diffused throughout the piece. This gives it a lot of balance while simultanously preserving the warmth and cohesion#like manjo asuka ryo and johan in their matching obelisk blues + the night sky outside + the blue books + the blue on Yugis poster tv etc#then ofc the green of the plants + yellow/green rug + Jims croco and fubus pants. The green works esp well to bridge the blue and orange#as opposed to a blade runner style scheme. Anyway I also love how you use blue/black shadows. Specifically how they go fuzzy at the ends#With a nice lil orange glow. I think the strongest example of this is Johan. his white shirt really shows off the blue/orange -> purple fuz#It makes the lighting feel really soft. Also mad respect for this whole setting concept like this room is impressively geometrical#and perfectly angled yet it has that lived in clutter vibe with the book under the tv + the abandoned singular sock + the unkempt comic#books + spread cards + etc. Theres also so much personality to it in the kitty rug smiling clock and posters all over.#Im gonna guess its judais place bc pharoah and the pic of Judai and Johan. Also its slightly irresponsible in a very Judai way.#this would NOT be jims place! he would NOT let his croco eat. uh. Movie film? its not croco food is all Im saying. Anyway. Adding into how#cozy and real this piece feels is the excellent lighting work. Not only is there multiple sources of light and shadow but they overlap#impeccably and have a subtle yet defined limit. I particularly love the two lamps by Asuka and Fubuki. The little shadow hatching on the#walls and window sills around them + the soft airbrush lighting makes this lovely subtle yet defined circle shape. Together with the#light coming thru the door its rly nice. Then theres the general shadow on Croco side of the piece with the deeper shadows from the house#ornaments and edo and such. Like its a small thing but it requires so much thought and dedication and fuckin math that I must salute#speaking of maths the most impressive part of this pic geometrically is the wall at edos side. The angle is sharp yet feels so natural.#yknow what I think that gets into the coziness too. The setting is so boxy and well defined that it almost seems to snug hug the characters#we get the sense of a limited space which is filled by the presence personality and warmth of this friend group. Nothing feels empty#this realisation makes me appreciate the cut off second floor that the stairs lead to cause it adds a roof which further boxes em in#the effect is like peeking into a moeblob yugioh diorama. But instead of being saucy or claustrophobic its just so cozy you could die#anyway last notes I love how the calendar on the wall has a little x we can infer is today!!! because the homeowner was So! Excited!!!#and I love the lonely fan on the bookcase and flower on the cactus (that is a well loved spiky boye). Anyway. Now onto the characters!#now onto the characters! (tho I feel like the environment deserves even more love I just dont have the words yknow) to start with#I love all the eye contact and how it economically explains so many relationships. Edo has this smug grin @ Ryo while Manjo looks both#annoyed and unimpressed (maybe because Ryo is late after work?). All of them have suits to show theyre all hard working pro duellists#Sho and Judai are also looking to Ryo but with a more casual vibe like âwelcome home bro!â âwelcome home bro of my bro!â Theyre also
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(minor totk spoilers ahead)
So my favorite thing to see if folks who never played a Zelda game before Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom really focusing on THESE outfits:
I mean, for a million reasons, yeah I love these outfits.
But because of BotW and TotK being a lot of folks (much like OoT was) first Zelda game, people have a weird sense of "this is the first time they did anything like this" OR that "All Links Are Like This".
Neither of which is true.
The most important thing to take away from any Zelda game (and the franchise as a whole) is that every single Link is SO different than any other Link.
Which is why, personally, I think that anyone who says "Link is so gender" is beyond accurate because each Link is very gender in VERY different ways.
Case in point, Twilight Princess Link:
This Link is also very GENDER, but it's so opposite of the "Very Gender!!" that BotW/TotK Link has.
AND THEN... to go completely in the "using Link as a dress up doll for the first time" aspect... they made a WHOLE GAME where the point was "grind in dungeons and get outfits" ... it was called Tri-Force Heroes and the stars are THESE LITTLE BELOVED GENDER GREMLINS:
And like... the outfits here are... WILD:
ZELDA'S DRESS, A CAT SUIT WITH A DEEP V CUT, SEVERAL MAGICAL DRESSES, A CHEER LEADER OUTFIT, A SUIT MADE OF A CACTUS, A SUIT MADE OF BOMBS, ETC ETC ETC. So yeah like... each Link is very different on the gender scale in a lot of ways and it's fun to see how wildly different but still very GENDER they all are.
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i have been DREAMING of a silas torture scene!!! i have literally read, re-read, and re-re-read every word youâve ever written about that man .. you have no IDEA how much I am going to eat up his torture story đ€đ€ thank you for feeding us!!! <3<3
In the basement
Mafia!yandere OC x reader
Summary: you find yourself in Silas' basement once again and he decides to try a new torture technique â which backfires.
Warnings: torture, violence, mentions of starvation, manipulation burning, boiling water, mentions of cuts, mentions of sawing off people's limbs, ripping out teeth and nails, blood, beating, (let me know if you find more, I have been editing and rewriting so much that I've forgotten what is in the story at this point)
Word count: 3.5k
You lift your head when you can hear footsteps coming towards you. The mumble of Silas men greeting someone is all you need to know whoâs here to see you.Â
âThere we have themâ, Silas snickers and clicks his tongue amusedly. Heâs acting as if heâs talking to a child. âAre we ready to act like a big girl/boy again?â
You glare up at him, where he stands with his hands in his front pockets. If you could, youâd tackle him until he hits his head, but your ankles are chained to the cold floor.
âI fucking hate youâ, you mutter coldly.Â
âOh, do you now?â he chuckles cockily and grabs your chin firmly, tilting it up to look at him.Â
Your neck gets strained beyond its limits. Silas is tall and refuses to crouch down to make it easier for you to look up at him.
"Still disobeying?" he asks. "I thought you'd be good by now. I miss you, little thing. I want to have you back in my arms. Who am I supposed to hug at night?"
"Hug a cactus", you spit. "Suits your pleasant personality-"
Silas chuckles and grabs a fistful of your hair. He sinks down in front of you and forces you to look at him. Your eyes widen in fear and your scalp burns at his fingertips. You can feel your heart beat harshly in your chest. Suddenly, you remember why you've been afraid of him before â why his techniques always work. You seem to forget the basement when you've been let out, everything turning into a blur. All you remember is that you do not want to go back. But somehow, you always manage to.
"You don't want me to be nice, do you?" he asks you. "Want me to break that pretty little head until you're bleeding, hm?"
You shake your head quickly. Suddenly, you've figuratively your tongue â and if you're not careful you'll soon literally lose it.Â
Silas lets go of your hair and stands up. You keep your head down.Â
âHm, what should we do to teach you a lesson?â Silas thinks out loud and takes a hold of your hand. âShould we ⊠break some fingers?â
You shake your head quickly and try to take your hand back. Silas holds it tightly and brings out a lighter from his pocket. You panic and try to rip your hand out of his iron grip. Silas traps you against the wall with his knee and elbow keeping you in place. He shifts his bodyweight onto you and traps your arm onto the wall by securing your wrist to the surface. With his other hand, he brings out his lighter. You squirm desperately under him.
âAlright, Iâm not going to break your pretty fingersâ, he says. âYou need them to please me.âÂ
âPlease, please, donât!â you screech and try to kick him. âSilas, donât!â
He lights it.
âDo you know how my heart feels right now, Y/N?â he asks calmly. âItâs burning. I think itâs only fair for you to feel it too, to understand how hurt I feel.â
He moves the flame to your arm, holding it under your skin. You cry out in pain and apply more force to your wiggling. A stance of burning flesh reaches your nose. Silas holds the flame for a good thirty seconds before removing it. He brushes some soot off of your arm and bends down to kiss it. He moves on to your next arm, then your waist. You finally manage to pull your arms free and push him away. You try to sink down on the floor, but he lifts you up by your shoulders.Â
âI need you to stand up for meâ, Silas says. âStill with me?â
Your face scrunches up in pain. Silas shakes you carefully.Â
âStill with me, baby?â he asks in a loving voice that doesnât match his manners.Â
You nod weakly. Silas smiles slightly and places you back at the wall. Your poor legs are still cuffed and feeling like jelly. Silas chuckles.Â
He looks over his shoulder as two of his men come in with four buckets of water. You stare at them with wide eyes. This is new.Â
âYou know I canât hurt youâ, Silas says and walks over to the buckets.Â
âCanât hurt me?â you repeat in disbelief and show your arms full of cuts and bruises. âYouâve burned me! Youâve cut me!â
âYou should see what he does to people he doesnât likeâ, one of his men smirks.Â
âDonât talk to themâ, Silas warns him and grabs the man by his collar. âOr youâll get to taste what I do to those I donât like.â
âYes, sir, sorry, sir.â
Silas lets him go and grabs one of the buckets. He walks back to you where you stand against the wall. You want to sink into it. With your eyes glued onto the bucket, you open your mouth to ask what heâs going to do but you donât have time to do so before he throws it at you. You hide your face with your arms and scream. Boiling hot water crashes against your body. Your dirty clothes stick onto you and quickly grow cold. You breathe heavily and look at Silas in shock and pain. He has already turned around to get the next bucket. Suddenly, everythingâs ice cold and you scream again. Somehow, itâs worse this time. The quick temperature change feels like sharp needles penetrating your skin. Youâre sure that Silasâ men upstairs can hear you by now.Â
You shake your head in desperation as you see Silas pick up the next bucket.Â
âSilas, please-â, you cry out.Â
âYou caused this yourself, Y/Nâ, Silas reminds you. âYou have one simple rule: do not leave me. And what did you do?â
You stay quiet. He throws the next buckets full of water. Scorching hot. You scream even louder and start to sob.Â
âWhat did you do?â Silas asks testingly and walks over to the last bucket.Â
âI-I tried to run away!â you cry out and hug your shaking body.Â
âAnd?âÂ
He picks up the next bucket.Â
âI talked to a cop!â you sob and press yourself closer to the cement wall. âIâm sorry, Iâll never do that again! Please donât hurt me anymore! Please, Silas, I-Iâll do anything!â
Silas scoffs. âYou wanted to leave me, get me in trouble and destroy everything Iâve built up these last ten years! And Iâm just supposed to ⊠forgive you?â
You sob. You know how proud Silas is of his imperium. He's spent the last ten years building it to become the most fearless and powerful criminal in the country. You just wanted him to feel as helpless as you do.
Silas throws the last bucket at you and an icy waterfall greets you. One last scream leaves your panicked body. You sink down in a curled up ball as you hug your body, trying to keep some kind of warmth and shield. You sob and whimper with your head full of fear and nerve system confused. Silas throws the plastic bucket to the side and walks over to you. He sinks down in front of your body and grabs your chin between his index finger and thumb, like he did before.Â
âWhat do I need to do to make you obedient?â he asks. âDo I need to kill everyone to make you stay with me?â
âPlease âŠâ, you plead through hammering teeth. âPlease donât, please-â
He hushes and cups your cold, wet cheeks.Â
âYou only need me anywayâ, he says softly. âAll those other people â your family, your friends â they donât care about you like I do, do they? They just pretend to spare your feelings. Have they even tried to find you? Or help you? Theyâre probably going on with their lives the same, as if nothing has changed, in this precise moment.â
âYou donât know thatâ, you whisper and sniffle.Â
âI do know. I have been watching them.â Silas moves closer to you. âIf they really cared about you, theyâd tell you when you did something wrong, and then help you fix it. That's what families do, they help you become a better version of yourself. They wouldnât lie and let you destroy and embarrass yourself. The reason I put you down here, Y/N, is because you're my family, someone I care very much about. I have to teach you a lesson to make sure that you donât do anything dumb. Youâre a danger to yourself. You need me to take care of you, to teach you what is right and wrong.â He caresses your cheeks. âIf only you didnât do such stupid things I wouldnât have to do these hurtful things. You know I love you.â
You sob and look down.Â
"Say it back, Y/N", he urges you. "Say that you love me."
"I ⊠I love you", you mumble.
"Good girl/boy."
Silas warm lips presses a hard kiss to your forehead before standing up. You sit frozen while he walks up the stairs.Â
Silas leaves you alone for another twenty four hours before he walks down again, to see if youâve broken yet. If you havenât, heâs going to take your clothes and carve in his name in your leg to force you to see his name every time you open your eyes. He sees you curled up in a ball in the corner of the dark, cold basement. Youâre not moving.Â
âAre you sleeping, baby?â he smirks. âRise and shine, we have work to do! Weâre not done yet.â
You donât move. You must be weak from hunger.Â
âIf you act well today, I might get you something to eatâ, he smiles and walks over to you. âWould you like that?â
Heâs much, much nicer to you than to the other people who have the displeasure of ending up in his basement. He would never talk to them as sweetly as he does to you, never negotiate with them like this. He would never change his torture methods to be nicer to anyone else but you.Â
âY/N.â
You donât give him any attention. Silas rolls his eyes and grabs your hair to turn your face to him. You moan out a weak painful sound. Somethingâs wrong, Silas can tell that. He sinks down in front of you and presses his hand to your forehead.Â
Shit.
Silas can feel how his heart skips a beat. He should have realized that you would have gotten sick if he left you in this cold basement in your ice cold, soaked clothes and hair. He gulps and cups your cheeks.Â
âAre you awake?â he asks quickly. âBaby, look at me.â
You open your eyes slowly and look at him with dull, glossy eyes. Silas looks over his shoulder, towards the stairs.Â
âGet me the keys to the cuffs!â he roars.Â
He turns back to you and hastily brushes the hair out of your face.Â
âHold out, darlingâ, he says softly. âYouâll be taken care of as soon as I get the key.â
You cough out a weak sound that seem to come from deep inside of you. Silas helps you by patting your back.Â
A woman comes down and gives Silasâ his keys. He hurries to uncuff your ankles and pick your warm, limp body up in his arms. He hurries up the basement stairs and then up the next stairs to your bedroom. He takes your cold clothes off of you and gives you new, dry ones. His sweatpants, his t-shirt. You black out right away. He takes the time to take care of your older cuts and your newer burns before tucking you in bed. Silas watches you with a burning gaze. He clenches his jaw before walking out of the room. His second in command stands downstairs.
"You", he says angrily.
"Yes, boss?" he asks and looks up from his phone. "What can I help you with?"
"Go up to the bedroom and watch over Y/N. I don't want them to be alone."
"Sure, but what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to work a bit. I need to get my mind on other things."
"I will watch them for you."
"Thank you." He grabs his shoulder. "You know the rules. Recite them."
"I will not talk to them if not necessary. I will not answer any questions and I will not touch them if not necessary. I will let you know right away if something is wrong.â
Silas nods and walks away. He walks into his office and sits down behind his desk. Although he tries to concentrate on paperwork, anger is boiling through his veins. He doesnât know what heâs angry at â himself, you or his men. Himself for forgetting that you could get extremely sick, his men for not warning him ⊠or you for getting out of your punishment before he had gotten to the point he wanted. He tells himself that this sudden sickness is a part of your punishment, but it doesnât help his racing heart.Â
Silas pours himself a glass of brandy, in hopes to calm his nerves. The liquid burns down his throat and warms up his body, but it doesnât help. Before he can stop himself, he throws the glass as hard as he can against the wall. It shatters into a million pieces. The door opens quickly.Â
âBoss, whatâs wrong?â one of his men asks.Â
âGet me someone I can mangle or else Iâll go insaneâ, Silas breathes out through gritted teeth. âTake someone from the street if you have to â just bring me someone I can kill.â
You open your eyes and feel how a lump has grown in your throat. You try to cough and rip your entire vocal chords with it. A cough attack erupts from deep inside your stomach. Every cough hurts worse than the one before and every breath in feels as dry as an ocean.Â
âOh, carefulâ, a voice says and helps you sit up. He holds a glass of water to your lips. âDrink up.â
You recognize the man beside you. Silasâ second in command? Whereâs Silas?
âYouâre awakeâ, he states and stands up from his chair after putting down the glass. âIâll go get the boss-â
You panic and shake your head.
âPlease stay.â Youâre caught by surprise that your voice comes out as nasally and thick as it does, although it shouldnât surprise you in the slightest. âDonât get him.â
âI have rules to follow.â
âI have to ask you something first.â
The second in command sighs and turns his head over his shoulder to look at you. He looks tired, but you canât let him leave until youâve had your question answered.
âIâm sorry, Y/N, Iâm not allowed to answer your questionsâ, he says.Â
âI really need an answerâ, you plead.Â
âSilas will answer-â
âI donât want his answer. Heâll lie to me. Please.â
He sighs and turns to you with his arms crossed over his muscular chest. âLet me hear the question first.â
âWhat do Silas do to the people he doesnât like?â
Silas runs his hand through his sweaty hair. The man in front of him cries out. Silas has continued to throw punch after punch, using this strange man as a boxing doll. His fists are sore and bloody. Sweat drips down his back. The man in front of him has gotten his teeth pulled out with pliers, his hair has gotten cut down to his bleeding roots and nails have been ripped off. Silas had forgotten to gag him at first but the second the first loud scream exited the man's body, all he could see in front of him was your terrified eyes waking up to it.
"Boss, Y/Nâs awake", a voice behind him says. Second in command.
"Fuck, I'm all bloody", Silas mutters and looks down at his black jeans and shirt that he's pulled the sleeves up on. "I canât go up like this. Get me a washcloth."
The second in command drowns a cloth in a bucket of water. Silas uses it to scrub his arms, neck and face while walking up to you. When he opens the door, he finds you sitting up in bed, hugging your knees close to your chest.
"Hi, baby, how are you feeling?" he asks and sits down on the side of the bed.
Your eyes scan hum warily, stopping at his arms. Traces of blood can still be visible in the hair strands. Silas pulls down his sleeves.
"Don't worry about that", he says with an embarrassed smile. "How are you feeling, darling?"
"It hurts."
Silas reaches out to caress your cheek, but you flinch away. He frowns.
"I'm not going to hurt you anymore", he says carefully.
âWhy are you bloody?â you whisper. âWhat have you done?â
âDonât worry about it.â
âWhy do you have to like me? Why do I have to go through this?â
You start to ramble for yourself and Silas hushes loudly.Â
âYouâre not making any sense, little thingïżœïżœïżœ, he says. âSlow down, take a deep breath.â
âWhy do you do those things to people?â you almost hyperventilate before starting to cough.Â
Tears flow down your cheeks. Youâre absolutely hysteric. Silas freezes. You know something.
âWhy do I do what?â he asks quickly, grabbing your shoulders tightly. âDid someone tell you anything? What did they say?â
You sob and shake your head.Â
âY/N, if you donât tell me what someone has put in your head-â, Silas says sternly.Â
âYou saw off peopleâs limbs!â you sob. âYou ⊠y-you-â
âY/N, enough. Who told you?â
You donât answer. Another cough attack erupts. Silas starts to get annoyed.Â
âY/N, who told you?â he asks through gritted teeth. âIf youâre trying to hide someone, Iâm throwing you back into the basement right away, with a fever or not.â
You sigh and glance up at him in pure fear. âYour second in command âŠâ
âThat motherfucker-â
Silas lets go off your shoulders and fly up from the bed. He canât help but feel a deep ache in his heart. His second in command has been with him since he started his âorganizationâ â heâs been with him through thick and thin, had his back through everything. Him, out of anyone, knows the rules better. Silas trusts him to keep an eye on you alone, knowing that he would never betray him ⊠or at least believing that.
He grabs his second in command and throws him against the wall.
âTraitor!â Silas growls. âYou told them?!â
âThey said that they had to know!â the second in command answered loudly, defending himself. âThey wanted to know if you really love them! They wanted to know if you really were softer on them than others! They thought youâd lie if they asked you! I did you a fucking favour!â
They meet eyes for a few seconds before Silas curses and lets him go. He backs away, running his hand through his black hair.Â
âSilas, I didnât do anything to betray youâ, the second in command says calmly. âI answered Y/Nâs question in your favor. If I didnât, theyâd be even more wary of you.â
Silas doesnât answer. His head and his heart are battling.Â
He notices how youâre sitting at the top of the stairs, leaning against the railing, coughing into your arm. Youâve dragged yourself out of bed to stop him, but you couldnât get far enough before your weak, aching body betrayed you.
âY/N, what are you doing out of bed?!â Silas says sternly. âYou need to rest!â
He runs up the stairs and picks you up. Youâre tucked in again.Â
âIf you leave the bed again, Iâll have to cuff youâ, he says carefully. âI donât want you running around â especially when youâre sick.â
Youâre very familiar with the chains that he uses to keep you in bed. Silas climbs sinto bed and sits on top of your legs to make sure you stay in place.Â
âY/N, Y/N, listen to meâ, he says and cups your cheeks. âI could never do those things to you. You donât have to be afraid of me.â
âYou hurt meâ, you remind him through sobs. âEven if it wasnât as bad as you do to others, you still hurt me!â
âYou know I donât want to, but I have to. I have to make sure you donât do stupid things like this â asking my men about my work. You know better than this and I know that. Thatâs why Iâm helping you get back on the right track. If I donât, you become like this, all frantic and scared. Why donât you just let me protect you? Arenât you tired of getting your heart in trouble? I know you are, baby âŠâ
You sob which to him seems to be all the answers he needs.
âTrust meâ, Silas says. âTrust that I know whatâs best for you and you will never have to feel this kind of pain and fear again, okay?â
You can feel how your body starts to relax against your will. Silas wipes your tears and kisses your forehead.Â
âMy pretty, little babyâ, he whispers comfortingly. âEverything will be okay. As long as I'm here, nothing will ever happen to you. I'll make sure of it, I'll help you.â
You sob and close your eyes. Once again, he wins.
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