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Fettered: 24 - Escape Attempt

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“All right, y'all wanna stay alive here, we’re gonna need t’ discuss some things,” was what Lucas had told her the day after her encounter with Jack. Since then, he’d been going over what to say and do around his folks and Eveline. If she could get them to trust her, she’d never have to worry about them again. So she memorized signals, triggers, and some interjections he suggested she use, though overall he told her not to do much talking.

“And y'all don’ gotta eat that nasty shit, just slip it t’ Diane, she loves it.”

It was dinner with the whole family that night, and a woman that she’d never seen. She was skinny, young, with black hair unruly in her face. Persephone sat between her and Lucas, forcing a straight face when Eveline jumped into her lap. She quietly held the young girl as Eveline bounced on her legs and chattered about her ‘new big sister’ — though she was having trouble pronouncing her name as anything other than ‘Persepenny’. Eveline took a liking to her long, thick hair and braided it as they waited for dinner.

“Your hair is so pretty, Sis!” “Thank you,” she replied, blank eyes staring at the table. “Why don’ ya come over here, Evie?” Lucas said. “I think yer big sis is a little tired.”

Eveline smiled wide and switched laps, giving Persephone space to breathe. Marguerite soon arrived with the food and handed out bowls and spoons. She dropped a good sized portion of the food into the bowl in front of Persephone. She felt her throat clench up and stomach lurch when the acrid scent of death hit her in the face. Looking away from the mess of organs (and a whole finger), she swallowed back the bile.

When dinner started, Eveline got to her seat between Jack and Marguerite, who kept touching her hair and calling her precious. They didn’t notice Persephone spooning as much ‘food’ as possible to Diane, apologizing internally for giving such vile crap to the poor creature. Diane did seem to eat it right up but it didn’t make Persephone feel any better, knowing she probably would’ve gobbled down shit had it been given to her.

“So, Persephone,” Marguerite said. Persephone’s heart jumped, and she tightened her lips to keep it from showing. “You and my son, together again. You better be treatin’ my baby right.” “Of course…” She paused for a moment, staring down into her lap. Jack slammed his fist on the table, dinnerware rattling. “Dammit, young lady! You look at’chur mother when she’s talkin’ ta ya!” Persephone’s stiff gaze landed on Marguerite’s saccharine smile. “Well, I for one am glad my son’s got such a nice girl,” said Marguerite. “Ooh, I wonder if we could have a weddin’!”

Wedding? No. No, no, no, no — Persephone would not let herself be wed to Lucas, not under these circumstances and certainly not ‘till death by insanity or this crazy house do they part. She glanced over at Eveline, who clapped and bounced.

“I’ve always wanted to be in a wedding! I wanna be the flower girl!” “Oh, Evie,” said the black-haired woman, her eyes lighting up, “you’d look so beautiful with a little flower crown!” “All right, let’s not get too ahead a’ ourselves,” said Lucas; the only one making sense in the whole room, scarily enough. “We wanna make sure our newest family member is nice n’ comfy first, right?” “Of course,” Jack agreed. “Best not to rush these things, you know.” Eveline frowned and crossed her arms tight. “But I want a wedding! Don’t you, big Sis?”

Her large, childish eyes looked Persephone over. Persephone’s gaze darted to Lucas. Lucas reached up and tapped his cheek twice, then pretended he was simply itching his jawline. Persephone held back her grimace. It would probably be the only answer Eveline would accept, otherwise a major tantrum could come on.

“Yes,” Persephone said, emotionless eyes locking onto Eveline’s. “I’d love to have a wedding one day.” Eveline giggled and squealed. “Yay!”

If she was going to plan a wedding, Persephone was going to drown herself in the bayou.

Silence rested over the table, with just the sounds of eating and utensils scraping. The woman with the tangled black hair chowed down on the food and Lucas kept slipping it to Diane in secrecy. Marguerite smiled at everyone, but her brows clenched.

“That girl still thinks she’s too good for us?” She asked no one in particular. Jack tore through the organ meats with his serrated knife, then he said, “Zoe’s prob’ly in her trailer again. Someone’s gonna need ta teach that girl a lesson.”

He put down his utensils, wiped his mouth, and stood. The screeching of his chair against the wooden floor made Persephone’s heart jump. It was the first time she realized she hadn’t seen Zoe at all, and now Zoe was in deep shit. She looked to Lucas, who was smirking and trying not to laugh. His sociopathic ass wasn’t going to do shit about it, so she shot up.

“I’ll do it.” The entire family looked at her, including Eveline. She continued, “You know, as an honorary member of the family. I think I should prove myself, and— uh—” She cracked her knuckles. “—‘teach her a lesson’.”

Jack’s eyes scanned her, then he sat back in his seat. She took that as permission and, after stealing one last glance at a confused Lucas as he unhooked her leash, Persephone jogged to the trailer. Uncertainty toward Zoe’s mindset made her think she should just walk away, but considering Zoe rarely, if ever, showed up for dinner — and because she shuddered at the thought of Lucas’s potential punishment — she decided to check if something else was going on.

When she approached Zoe’s dwelling, she caught sight of a silhouette darting away from the window. If Jack often ‘taught her a lesson’, it would be no wonder Zoe was on edge. She knocked on the door.

“Zoe, it’s me, Persephone. You in there?” “I have a shotgun,” Zoe warned. “I’m not here for trouble but aim it at me if it makes you feel better. Just open the door.”

Zoe’s shadow peered out of the window, then the door opened. Muzzles of the double-barrel shotgun pointed in her face and Zoe glared at her from around the gun. She backed up and motioned with a jerk of her head for Persephone to enter, then she slammed the door and locked them both inside.

She demanded, “Whaddaya want?” “I needed a break. They’re pretty pissed at you for not going to dinner, you know. Jack was about to come over here. Figured I should instead.” “Yeah?” Zoe sneered. “Tryna get me ta put my guard down, are ya? I ain’t fallin’ for it.” “Whatever makes you feel better.”

Zoe’s finger rested upon the trigger, her arms quivering. They looked into each other’s eyes for a moment, Zoe probably searching for a good reason to put her down right then and there. Persephone didn’t plan on giving her any reason but if Zoe shot her dead, then so be it. To ease the tension, she showed Zoe her empty hands.

“I can turn out my pockets if you want,” she offered. “Do it.” Persephone did so, her empty pockets on full display. Zoe sighed, face falling. “God, Persephone. You’re real dumb for gettin’ messed up in all this.” “Yeah, I know. Speaking of, why don’t you join your family for dinner?” “Don’ call ‘em that.” “What should I call them, then?” “Dunno, but they’re not my family. Whatever Eveline did ta Momma n’ Daddy, they ain’t here anymore. N’ Lucas…” “Yeah, he’s a real asshat.”

A small smile threatened Zoe’s features but she quickly dashed it, still holding the shotgun up to Persephone’s face.

“Gonna shoot me?”

They stood in silence for a moment as Zoe scanned her. Eventually, however, Zoe lowered her gun, finger now off the trigger.

“No. Just hard ta know who ta trust anymore.” “Don’t trust me just yet,” Persephone said, pointing to her collar. “Got this baby ‘cuz I go berserk just like everyone else.” “Lucas put that on you?” “Yep.” “Christ. If he’s treatin’ you like that, he must really be far gone.”

Zoe set the gun aside and gestured for them to sit at her small dining table at the back of the trailer, two booth-like seats on the sides. Persephone sat on one side, moving the cigarette butts that lined the table so she could rest her arms atop it. Zoe sighed, sitting on the other side as she lit a cigarette with shaky hands.

It was the first time Persephone’d gotten a good look at Zoe’s trailer. Small and cramped, but appeared to have once been cozy. Dirty clothes lay sprawled on the floor, ashtrays filled to the brim covered the table, discarded cigarettes were scattered at their feet, and a layer of grime coated everything. A scent of flowers and sweets tried to mask the body odor and cigarette smoke that filled the trailer, but whatever sprays or candles she was using weren’t working.

“How you holdin’ up?” Zoe asked and Persephone’s gaze came back to her. “Well, I’m not dead. That’s something, I guess.” “Ya never shoulda come here.” “Maybe not, but… It’s weird. If knew what was here, I still would’ve come back.” “Ya know that’s crazy, right?” “Yep. But I didn’t have any reason to keep going. Dad’s dead, Terry killed herself, I had a shit job, and I’m pretty much a surgeon already — just two years left and I woulda been in.” She leaned over the table, chin on her arms. “But I didn’t give a shit. About anything.”

There was a brief silent reprieve between them. Zoe took such a long drag off her cigarette that it burnt down to the filter. She snubbed it out in the crowded ashtray and reached for another, then smoked more before finally speaking.

“Wish I didn’t give a shit. Wish that I stopped lovin’ Judith, missin’ school, wishin’ I could grow up n’ do somethin’ with my life. But that’s all gone now. I’ll never get any of that back. Especially not Judith.” “I’m sorry, Zoe. I’m sure Judith still loves you.” Zoe breathed deeply. “I miss ‘er so much.” “You two were together for a long time.” “Yeah.” A small grin broke Zoe’s lips. “Funny. She n’ I got together ‘round the same time you n’ Lucas did.”

Persephone forced a listless smile, still leaning across the table. She could only watch as Zoe's eyes swam with emotion. Zoe's lips quivered against the cigarette, and her brow was upturned wrinkling her forehead. A tear slipped from her eye.

“How can we talk about you n’ Lucas, n’ me n’ Judith, n’ you not shed a single tear? Aren’t you sad, too, Persephone?”

Persephone paused. She was sad to know her old life with Lucas was over, sad to know that her sanity was slipping away and she’d wind up just as crazy as everyone else. Yet equal parts of her were numb to it all. Rather than dumping all of that onto poor, stressed Zoe, she replied simply,

“Just dumb as hell, I guess.”

Zoe chuckled at her response but it soon turned into more tears and sniffling. She stood up and threw herself into Persephone’s arms, sobbing. Persephone’s lips tightened, a single hand patting Zoe’s back. She tried to hold Zoe and let her cry. It was difficult to see Zoe, who seemed so strong to resist Evie and brave to go against her family, break down that way.

Persephone sat at dinner, examining all of her twisted ‘family members’, some glowering, some smiling. Marguerite gushed more about the wedding and Eveline clapped and sang about being a flower girl. A protest tried to erupt from Persephone’s lips but her jaw wouldn’t move, try as she might.

She rubbed her eyes in hopes it would snap her out of her trance, but when she opened them again, the table had been replaced with a black void. Her body fell into it, and a bubbling, moldy mess awaited her. She tried to scream but her jaw wouldn’t open. A hoarse and shrill screech tore at the back of her throat, its sound the herald of the beast within the void: Lucas, dressed in a ripped and musty tuxedo. He reached out for her with a huge, pale hand. His fingers wrapped so tight around her body that it ripped open her jaw and her scream finally came through.

He tore her into the void and her feet hit solid ground. She wore a white, yellowing wedding dress, dirty and fetid, a bouquet of dying flowers in her grasp as she stood before Lucas and his soulless eyes. He took her hand in his and she heard their disembodied voices agreeing to be wed. The wedding band slipped on her left ring finger. She stared down at it with trembling, sweaty hands.

“No,” she whispered.

The audience comprised of people crying and smiling, as if it was the happiest moment of anyone’s life. Persephone kept repeating, “no,” over and over, louder each time until she screamed it. The members of the family, all dressed in dirty formal clothes, laughed at her. Monsters lined the outside, dripping black mold onto the ground, cackling. Her mother and father’s decaying corpses sat in the audience, roaring with malicious laughter alongside her featureless dead aunt. They laughed at her struggling, laughed at her torment, laughed as Lucas forced her into the finalizing kiss.

Persephone gasped awake, breathing hard and dripping sweat underneath the covers. A nightmare — another crazy fucking nightmare. Felt so real. But was the waking world any better?

Persephone laid on her side and stared at the opposite half of the bed where Lucas had fallen asleep, phone in his lap. She watched him sleep. Images of that dream �� the dirty wedding dress and the musty tuxedo — flashed across her mind. Their wedding would be spent with those mold monsters sitting alongside the fucked up members of his family, and her mother, aunt, and father’s corpses. Eveline would be their flower girl, the black-haired woman her bridesmaid.

Persephone’s heart raced. She needed to get the fuck out. She didn’t know what she’d do once she left — get out of town and never look back? — but she couldn’t stay.

Gently, silently, she sat up. Her hands quivered as they rose toward her collar. She felt its phantom tingles of electricity along her throat. She held her breath as she unbuckled it and laid it across the bed with her attached leash. Her breath returned slowly. She tiptoed out of the room, to the left through the kitchen, and toward the security door. Her hand grasped the handle, shaking, sweat making the metal slick as she pressed the lever with her thumb and pushed the door open.

Persephone’s heart fell when she heard the vibration of his phone and a small, second-long alarm chirp from the bedroom. She broke through to the barn, heart pounding in her head and chest.

The door that led to the barn was open and she rushed through it. Something was being constructed, tools and wire fence laying in the middle of the floor with a short barrier of wood Persephone had to leap over. She ran to the barn doors, seeing some construction in the front; a metal box not quite finished and more tools inside that she nearly tripped over.

The barn door beyond had been chained shut. She yanked at them, wishing she could tear the doors off their hinges. All these fucking chains and locks and shit keeping her confined — she couldn’t take it anymore!

“Pers,” she heard Lucas calling softly, stopping her. “C’mon, Pers, I’m not mad, just come back t’ bed.”

His gentle voice sent a sharp chill down her back. She hid behind the wall of the metal box, pressed against a dead pig. The putrid stench pierced her nose. Lucas searched around the barn. She tried to think, sidling along the walls and sneaking behind rotting hay bales with thoughts flying through her mind. If she could make it to the guest house, she could climb her way out into the forest.

“Ya can’t leave, Pers. Trust me on that.”

She saw him scouring the construction area. There was no cover from her position to get across to the door she came in. Persephone breathed deeply, anticipation of her next move making her skin crawl.

She dashed out of her hiding spot, ignoring Lucas calling out to her. When she was through the door, she slammed it behind her. Rather than run back down the hall where he’d surely catch up with her, she dove into the small storage room at the corner and hid behind the half-shut door.

A dirty, square window in the door let her see out and she crouched down as low as she could, praying he wouldn’t notice. He stopped in front of the door, back facing her as he inspected the hall.

He turned, then opened the door farther, peeking inside. Her breath caught in her throat as the door nearly hit her feet. If it had, he would’ve known for sure and she wouldn’t stand a chance.

Lucas scanned the room. She put her hands up against her mouth to stifle her breathing. Just don’t look behind the door, she chanted in her mind, just don’t look behind the door. She shut her eyes tight in terror that accidental eye contact would give her away. It took so long for him to be satisfied with his observations that the lack of oxygen to her racing heart made her lightheaded.

“Hmm,” he grunted and shut the door behind him.

His soft footsteps faded away to somewhere in the house. She released her suppressed breath a few moments later, panting to catch up with her pulsating heart. Now that she wasn’t sure where Lucas had gone, getting to the guest house might not go so well. She carefully stood on quivering legs, peering out the window. The hallway was empty down both ends, as far as she could see.

She opened the door, cursing its creaking. Each rasp threatened to give her away. Her legs felt like lead as she trekked as quickly and quietly as possible back to the barn. There had to be something she could do, something she could find amongst the tools to help her, something on the upper level — she didn’t know.

When she slipped into the barn, her blood ran cold at the sight of something in her peripherals. Her legs froze, neck straining to look. Lucas had been leaning against the wall, arms crossed.

“‘Sup. Thought ya could trick me, did ya?”

She tried to run, making it only to the fence in the middle of the room before he grabbed the back of her shirt and ripped her into him. His arms locked around her, keeping hers by her sides. She flailed, back of her head slamming into his collarbone, feet kicking his legs and anything around her.

“Let me go! I can’t do this anymore! LET ME GO!” “Ya can’ leave! If ya leave, Evie’s gonna kill you!” Persephone stopped thrashing. Her lungs heaved. “Wha—what?” “That’s what I been tryna tell ya. Ya can’t leave, Pers.” “Y… You’re lying! Lemme go!” “I’m not lyin’! I told y'all I didn’ want ya here fer a reason!”

She didn’t know how Eveline would find out that she left, but with everything else that’d happened, it could very well be the truth. That’s why he’d been so adamant on her not leaving. She thought it was just his way of controlling her, keeping her locked up so he could use her (though, that undoubtably was part of it). But now… Now she wasn’t so sure. Zoe was right. She was real stupid to get herself mixed up in all of this. She let exhaustion overtake her and fell into his chest, hopeless and trapped.

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faedawayyy · 3 years ago

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watch out, fresh meat coming thru....

AUGUST BAKER

fc: maggie Lindemann age: 23 years old, third year profession: singer mbti/hogwarts/sign: esfj/gryffindor/scorpio sexuality: bisexual siblings: jude, carmen and garret

wealthy friends who are nice to her but like, remind her she’s not one of them and she so desperately wants to be. she’d definitely steal from them too. maybe they don’t catch on and even when they do, don’t realise it’s her.

girls and guys in older years or even parents and teachers who visit the motel to sleep with her. it’s consenting and she wants the cash. it wouldn't be a situation she's forced into.

an ex that couldn't put up with how obsessed she is with trying to be just like everybody else so they ended. she's probs bitter.

MEREDITH JACOBS

fc: victoria pedretti age: 24/fourth year profession: actress mbti/hogwarts/sign:infp, ravenclaw, aquarius sexuality: heterosexual siblings: stanley jacobs

people in her class (acting) who know there’s something weird about her but can’t put their finger on it. maybe they’re friends with her but keep their distance.

someone with a crush on her who doesn’t realise how detached she is from reality at most points. they could become really close friends or be scared off by it.

maybe an ex fwb or boyfriend who hasn’t quite let it go yet. it could be pretty toxic and I feel like would put her under stress.

STANLEY JACOBS

fc: lucas bin age: 21/second year profession: athlete mbti/hogwarts/sign: intj, gryffindor, leo sexuality: heterosexual siblings: meredith jacobs

younger guys who kiss his ass bc he’s a dick and it’s easier to be nice to him than have to deal with his bully-ish kind of ways. he pushes jude around a lot and I feel like for it to work, he needs friends who kinda just stand by and watch rather than help?

a fwb he’s a bit possessive over. i don't think he's an anthony but he definitely gets jealous and triggers his anger quite a bit. sos.

someone who “gets” him, a good friend or older mentor kind of type who just knows how to get him to wind down and actually communicate properly. probably his one true friend tbh bc they never bullshit and are always honest to him.

NOAH MICHAELS

fc: brad simpson age: 25/fourth year profession: musician/band member mbti/hogwarts/sign: entp, hufflepuff, cancer sexuality: bisexual siblings: n/a

people in similar clubs to him or just people he’s connected with so quickly. he’s just somebody whose really easy to talk to so I feel like he’d have quite a big group of friends already?

anyone who wants to be a part of the band (gonna use the vamps lmao)

maybe a flirtationship. I KNOW he’s bi but I'd appreciate m x m because I don't have many! or maybe a guy he’s crushing on a lot but they’re just not in the place

CHARLEIGH DAVIS

fc: zendaya coleman age: 23/third year profession: actress mbti/hogwarts/sign: infj, ravenclaw, virgo sexuality: pansexual siblings: n/a

the guy she had a baby with. it happened through a mindless one night stand and it landed her in a lot of trouble. parents kicked her out which landed her in the foster shelter thing owned by stanley’s great aunt. she ended up putting the baby up for adoption but maybe he doesn't know that or that there ever was one hfjkg

someone helping her break into acting. she has raw talent but doesn't know where to start. maybe they get her the st judes audition in the first place but she slowly becomes their rival rather than their ally/friend.

genuine friends tbh, she needs them

CAMILA MARIE

fc: addison rae age: 19/first year profession: dancer mbti/hogwarts/sign: esfj, hufflepuff, cancer sexuality: heterosexual siblings: n/a

married very young and the situation got abusive VERY quickly. she’s living in the same youth shelter place as some of my other newbies and is in hiding for sure because she’s terrified this guy will find her again but before she goes to the shelter, she’ll be at the motel owned by the bakers for a while. maybe a friend who brought her to VS and knew her from before?

dance rivals OR friends, i don't mind either way

someone who likes her but she’s just not ready for it given the circumstances

someone related to the guy she’s married to but they’re on her side and actually give her some form of comfort?

MITCHELL LOVELL

fc: nick robinson age: 24/fourth year profession: dancer and actor mbti/hogwarts/sign: infp, slytherin, aries sexuality: heterosexual siblings: n/a

another one in the shelter. basically his parents were addicts their entire lives and ended up kicking him out/calling him a liability/it got too unhealthy for him. he’s been living there since he was 16.

he was definitely groomed into gang culture; healing and supplying drugs from a young age so maybe anyone linked to that? buyers? fellow sellers? etc. etc. mitchell would've thrived because it was the one place he felt he belonged/was useful

an ex-girlfriend. he'd never be abusive even though he’s a bit of a dick but he IS unpredictable and maybe she never felt secure with him. he wouldn't blame her tbh, the self esteem is SO low.

he’s still stuck in the cycle of being self-destructive so a VERY PATIENT FRIEND

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nyssavexhelps · 6 years ago

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Short Masterlist of Very Underused Western Male Fcs that have resources

Idea inspiration for this list came from a very quick Discord chat comment from @partycity, so thank you for this Zeek, XD hehe

The X’s are the actors’ resources. Their ethnicities are also included & listed out on this masterlist, so please cast them accordingly <3 <3 <3

Santiago Cabrera - Chiliean (Spanish, Basque, small amounts of French and Belgian/Flemish, as well as approximately 1/32 English, 1/64th Irish, 1/64th German, possibly other) : X , X

Sean Teale - Venezuelan, Spanish, Welsh : X , X

Joseph Morgan- White (English) : X , X

Simon Baker - White (English) : X , X

Hector Elizondo - Basque, Spanish-Puerto Rican : X , X

Toby Regbo - White ( Norwegian, Italian, British-Australian) : X , X

Hayden Christensen - White (Danish, Swedish, Italian) : X , X

Sterling K. Brown - African-American : X

Sean Bean - White (English) : X , X

David Gandy - White (English , Scottish) : X

Jesse Eisenberg - Ashkenazi Jewish : X , X

Jean-Luc Bildoeu - White (French-Canadian, Scottish, Irish) & 1/128th First Nations (Native Canadian) : X , X

Derek Theler - White (German, Scottish, English) : X , X

Lucas Bryant - White (Irish, Finnish, English) : X

Nathan Fillion - White ( French-Canadian, German, Swiss-German, Norwegian, Finnish, Finland-Swedish) : X

Hugh Jackman - White (English, Scottish, Greek) : X , X

Mark Consuelos - Mexican & Spanish : X

Wentworth Miller - Afro-Jamaican, African-American, Rusyn, Lebanese/Syrian, Curaçaoan (mix of Dutch, French, Swedish, Hispanic, and remote Polish) : X , X

Terry Crews - African American : X , X

Joel Kinnaman - White ( German, English, Scottish, Irish) & Swedish Jewish : X , X

#masterlist #rph #rpc #fc help #my resources

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lorelaisgilmoresarchive-blog · 7 years ago

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- ̗̀ ❝ where they at now !!

a list from royalty - 1 x 1 ( because i’m bored and instead of doing my homework... i want to do this. ) anyway @ me hoooes LETS PLOT

royalty:

victor gabriel bartolome ( douglas booth ) — king of spain, doting father of a perfect little girl, who’s going to be queen someday. focusing on the new world, bc LAND TO CONQUER he wants to live up to his momma tbh. currently sharing his wife with his best friend because he died that one time it’s #complicated.

elizabeth penelope adair * nee of kent * ( adelaide kane ) — princess of england, duchess of kent & many more, eternally pregnant will probably die pregnant. married and stupid in love... literally making heart eyes at her husband from across the hall her family thinks it’s disgusting. if you can’t find her she’s having sex. mother of many children and cats. currently crying about donna, being fat and yellow lemons.

sofia fatima adair * nee de andrade * ( selena gomez ) — princess of england, duchess of whatever her husband owns lmao, eloped because she and her husband have a sense of adventure. working on the marriage thing and dealing with the fact that hubs has *wiggles eyebrows* past. ignoring her best friend bc she married french. thinks the king of england is god, prays to him daily and she steals all the flan in order to make elizabeth cry

maximiliano de andrade ( chace crawford ) — royal duke of burgundy, right hand of the spanish king, little brother who acts like the eldest. constantly worried about his sisters and brother. he married vg’s wife once because he died. currently figuring out how the sex works #lovetriangles

gabriel de andrade ( gregg sulkin ) — royal duke of ( what duchy was anne’s? lmfao ), married to the eternal bane of his existence he calls her hades for short. some people call her a princess but he thinks that’s a lie. they fight 24/7 but they are also in love 24/7. he built her a castle because they are little dicks that want to be alone, don’t try to find them they are always on vacation. annoyed at his family, and currently making friends in france, ( only one who went to annie’s wedding tbh. ) while working on the having kids thing.

beatriz de andrade ( maia mitchell ) — royal duchess of burgundy, no one knows she exists tbh. in fact she’s a myth because she’s always inside and her face is always hiding behind a book. does she talk? does she eat? nobody knows.

dimitri fontaine iv ( bradley james ) — the vegan king of france, grew up a bastard until his father married his mom and legitimized him. not prepared to be king, noblest heart and he’s trying his best. loves his sisters more than life, ( he’s the face, they the brains tbh. ) newly wed and he still can’t believe it. completely devoted to his wife, it’s why france only eats meat when guest come to court. working on his country’s image and trying to open doors in other countries. also it’s france, let them eat cake!

gabrielle fontaine ( sophie turner ) — princess of france & duchess of bourbon, cooky inventor and military genius all she aspires in life is to lead an army. proficient in weaponry and other things v. educated, will stare down generals just about every day of the week. extremely proud of france and her siblings ( they are her life ) not entirely happy with the idea of outsiders even if she knows it’s necessary. currently refusing to accept any marriage proposals because she’s an independent princess who needs no man. ( rich can call her tho )

fairwood:

alexandra sophia ford ( dove cameron ) — jason ford’s favorite little sister ( she the only one, but she uses the title anyway ) literally pulled out of a disney fairy-tale with a prince to match. she’s v. in love ( first loves and all that ) experiencing the magic of sex before marriage for the first time while trying that whole long distance thing because she attends college at yale. her niece and nephew are the most important, she has bought out every toy store on the east coast. currently ignoring her parents and student responsibilities bc english dick.

riley daphne moore ( katie stevens ) — crazy cupcake lady and momma bear. she’s all about protecting the kiddos, and will more often than not attempt to feed them cupcakes. owner of queen of tarts and in love with the grumpy diner owner... who’s heart she broke because she’s leaving. bakery in the works of becoming a franchise, but she’s currently v. sad. so it’s been closed and people think she died.

gemma allegra ford * nee rhodes * ( amber heard ) — boss lady. ready to rule the world, a queen of an empire and a wife. she fell in love with her husband without wanting to so she’s in a constant state of discovering emotions. ( tbh she wants a refund, she hella lost lmao. ) don’t breathe near her kit, she’ll eat you. that girl is the other half of the heart she didn’t even know she had. dealing with the school teacher’s ever annoying presence and coming to terms with the fact that she might have to share her husband for the rest of her life. oh + she’s plotting to kill the village idiot on a now regular basis... &. yes she means finn.

finnley gray ( richard madden ) — resident village idiot, ex trust fund brat who gave it up bc he has a passion for literature and teaching. a best selling author he’s still rich but like not at his family’s level ya feel? the best best friend you’ll ever have, just ask his. neurotic, don’t look at the mini me’s bc he’ll eat you. currently sexing it up with his ex fiance... the lady at the bar while in love with a brunette at least he thinks he is. man whore who won’t ever change or will he? dunno don’t ask me... he should be in jail he’s mr. fitz

athena margaret pearce ( carlson young ) — ex wild child who is now in a committed relationship with her best friend. thea’s had a dramatic year, you know going from slutting it up with everything that moves to falling in love with the one person she’s known her entire life. people can’t believe that it’s her tbh. basically she’s v. gay for her bff... + don’t breathe in cassie’s direction because she’ll STILL eat you.

james cunningham ( grant gustin ) — still summer’s life partner, ubber nerd. he got into all the ivy leagues but he decided on MIT. he’s best friends with satan, and he still does her homework so he’s basically double majoring. never got his bike back from fish and he’s still mad about it lmao. oh and he still don’t know what flirting is.

tree hill:

natalie evans ( virginia gardner ) — jailbait, sixteen... and completely and totally her father’s twin. that’s the reason clay won’t forget her. pain in the ass to her eldest brother, secretly into music. trying to be a touch bitch but she really just want to sign the toaster strudel song. she shares everything with sawyer, from food to boys.. they’ll share the clap one day and call it boding. currently still crushing on chris k jr... but he refuses to take her seriously. he still her boing thoo.

james lucas scott ( luke mitchell ) — golden boy, future NBA star like his daddy. momma’s boy, going to school and shooting hoops that’s his life. he does what he’s supposed to when he’s supposed to because that’s what’s expected of him. he’s gotta learn to live a little and he really needs to put on his big boy pants and ask madison out again. fighting his little sister 24/7 because she drives him insane and a man can only take so much.

andrew chase adams ( matthew daddario ) — hates everyone and everything... broods 24/7. only reason he ever goes anywhere is to keep an eye on his little sister.

davis baker ( daniel sharman ) — the smart baker, total nerd... collects action figures and is totally into the superhero thing. loves his cousin sawyer like a sister... and has a crush on laney but he’s afraid to talk to her so he hides from her. she thinks he hates her, but he just don’t know how to talk to a girl.

dionne taylor ( candice patton ) — girl genius, 1000% woke, she’s cultured bc she has a mixed family she knows how white people live too. no one ever knows what she’s talking about except her brother bc they are basically both jimmy neutron.

ayto:

bailey anderson ( adelaide kane ) — resident southern nut job, a man eater at least that’s her label but tbh it’s more like a people eater bc she’s gonna steal someone’s girl. fun and adventurous, basically an alcoholic with loads and loads of intimacy issues. she wants to win the million dollars

fitzgerald ‘ fitz ‘ matthews ( matthew daddario ) — friendzoned, doesn’t know how to tell a girl he likes, that he likes her so it’s just so ???? needs someone to set him straight and he needs to find love.. he don’t cur about the 1 mil.

suburbs:

lena harris ( zoey deutch ) — her ex came to pick up their daughter... they had mind blowing sex and tbh that’s STILL what they are doing. she lives and breathes for her daughter tho... basically everyone knows that she and aaron are still in love with each other except thai lmao.

william preston collier ii ( joshua bowman ) — ceo, is cleaning up his dad’s mess of a company. christian vasquez’s business partner... and in love with lissa. did he leave lily yet? is he going to? idK where we at here.

holly rose fisher ( danielle campbell ) — still throwing phones at christian’s head. the ER knows them by first name by now.

oliver paige ( aaron taylor johnson ) — marrying and divorcing bobbi... if he married he’s the happiest in the world and totally in love. if he divorced he’ll be telling ‘ how i found out my wife was satan stories ‘ to anyone who is willing to listen. rich af, spending his trust fund and hasn’t worked a day in his life bc #lazy

charlotte vasquez * nee moore * ( ashley benson ) — married mr. vasquez, she is christian’s step mom. a lady of leisure.. spending her millions and looking fab while doing it.

forties:

alexandra frederick * nee garroway * ( danielle campbell ) — 1/2 of the bitter squirt squad. was married to a fat head and they had a daughter who is three years old. her name is alison vivianne frederick ( sabrina carpenter fc. ) bobby died a year ago, she’s still angry about it and tbh avoids talking about hubs because she’s pissed as f at him for dying. his hero flag? it’s rotting away in her closet and she might burn it at some point bc she’s insane. still has 10 dogs, lives with ruby now... and rubes is the only person she talks to... you know outside of her brother ( cause she can’t make nathan scared of her... she tried tho )

theodore ‘ teddy ‘ gallagher ( nathaniel buzolic ) — went back to the air-force after you know that whole we blew up a house fiasco... so he got his wings back... did more things for his country and he’s had enough of war to last him a life time so when he was given the chance to leave he did. he got real involved with helping soldiers with ptsd and he runs a center for it now. idiot is in love with juliette, told her on new years she said thank you and now he’s just like ???? still sticks around tho bc like that’s his crazy ya feel?

roxanne luz * nee wade * ( amber heard ) — cougar, met the love of her life at a bar... went on a few dates and then married her man in a foreign country... not even sure it’s legal but whatvs. they had a kid... his name is bacon. bat shit crazy, while being a hippie is a new concept and she’s working on it. always traveling the world and seeing exotic places. sends everyone post cards. only comes back to see her spice... aka juliette bc crazy bitches gotta tough it out together.

panthers:

lyra hahaway ( lily collins ) — at yale, no longer the virgin mary... because she and the bf did the sex. she had a blast, doesn’t remember what purity means. still the blakes #1 fan. visits texas to see them all the time, and is the best god mother anyone will ever meet. oh and she stalked jeremy from a bush once she’s not allowed to hang out with tizi because of it.

samuel calhoun ( grant gustin ) — moved to california, is at UCLA...still getting knives and anything that’s dangerous thrown his way. dating laura bc he has a death wish, and he’s working while getting his degree and taking care of his younger siblings bc their mom is in a psychiatric wing

ophelia ferro ( nina dobrev ) — FBI, she and cj haven’t seen each other in years bc he’s now wanted ( idk that was the plot. ) still hates dillon... matty still mad at her about the drake joke. she’s in a committed relationship with her gun.

southern:

amelia nichols ( lily james ) — gave a cowboy a lap dance, then had sex in his car... gave him another lap dance on new years eve and almost killed him bc of it. her dad wants her to go back to the city so she can keep working on her brilliant medical career, but her crush on said cowboy won’t let her.

gale hawthorne ( richard madden ) — modern southern hero who needs no princess, except he does in love with shawn but won’t tell her bc she has her real prince charming. ( can’t even hate him bc he’s too good ) had a chicken named gabent and it died.. he and bentley had a funeral for it and the entire town came.

edward nichols ( max irons ) — still has no idea that his wife? is it wife? wife to be? point is he still don’t know that she was married once before or who gale is. loves his twin sister mia and is basically in town bc shawn is there. also he’s that annoyingly nice guy in all the movies that you just can’t hate bc he’s too good.

1 x 1: aka the jess verse basically

dr. josephine blake ( karen gillan ) || v.crime — forensic anthropologist, woman genius... digging up bones and eternally taking out her sexual frustration by fighting her partner 24/7. she owns a v. big gun

dr. riley scott ( nina dobrev ) || v. hospital — emotional mess, doesn’t know how to do relationships but she wanted to... and then she kissed the love of her life on new years and his wife showed up. she’s currently bitter and mad at the world. oh and she pretends not to care about her kid sister but she’ll eat you if you look at her.

caitlin sullivan ( adelaide kane ) || v. pride and prejudice — grad student with a youtube channel dedicated to hating carter.

daniela echavarria ( selena gomez ) || v. hollywood — married to the love of her life, is v. happy for now.

name to be decided ( matthew daddario ) || v. star wars — basically gonna be male leia... i will pick a name someday LMFAO.

#& ; character master list.#& ; talk tag.#I WILL NEVER EVER DO THIS AGAIN #so no one ever @ me #if i add new chars they will be here in spirit bc damn

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lhpwk · 5 years ago

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Who are your muses?

I have a few muses.

Boys

Luca (fc, VIXX Hyuk) he is a baker, and my only single ship muse, and he is married.

Kato (fc, KNK Inseong) He is an assistant at a studio/hit man

Hyungwon (Fc, Monsta X Hyungwon) he is a time traveler

Hoseok (Fc, BTS J-Hope) he is a dance instructor/ demon

Namhoon ( Fc, Actor Ji Soo) He works at a 24 hour coffee shop

Oliver (fc, BTS Jimin) he is a photographer and an exotic dancer

Jaehyun (Fc, NCT Jaehyun) owns a night club with his dad

Girls

Jamie (Fc, Twice Jeongyeon) she is a day care teacher

Hana (Fc, Actress Park Shin-hye) she is the President of a million dollar construction company

Stella( Fc, Black Pink Rose) She is a vampire, but she works in real estate

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Fettered - 20: A Shower to Remember

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She was taken up the stairs, shaking and trembling in his arms which so undesirably held her. The smirk upon his pale face made her mind bleary, she couldn’t focus on anything except the terror in her skull. Everything went by in a blur; into the building, and around the corners, though she knew exactly where he was headed.

Lucas hauled her down toward his room. The barn would’ve been just up the other side. If only she could dart — if only she could get out of his strong grasp and make a mad dash for freedom.

But a groaning and gurgling came from the darkness.

That’s when she saw it, shrouded in shadow: a large patch of black mold, like what the girl had vomited. She stared, eyes burning, unblinking, as the mass billowed and bubbled. A creature birthed itself from the wall, made entirely of the moldy substance, its gaping, sharp-toothed mouth pointed toward her as it staggered closer. Chill after chill streaked through her body, tingling and numbing her stunned mind, unable to comprehend the—the beast before her eyes, whatever the fuck that humanoid growth could be. It growled, heaving and wheezing horribly. Her breath caught in her throat and she pulled herself closer to Lucas, scrunching up in his arms as her whole body shuddered.

“Get outta here!” Lucas yelled at the thing. “Go on, get!” Still growling, it backed up as if it understood his words. Lucas held her in one arm and pulled something out of his pocket, then tossed it at the monster’s feet. It popped a small explosion, then Lucas sternly spat, “You better get outta here,” as he crossed the threshold.

Her shaking arms bound around Lucas’s neck and shoulders. What the fuck? What the actual fuck!? When he stopped at the door to his room, she peered behind. It hadn’t followed, whatever the fuck it was. But she still stared. Lucas slightly jostled her, a few beeps sounding in tandem with his motions, but her eyes couldn’t tear away from the darkened hall. In her mind, she saw the monster rushing in, tearing her to pieces, biting her with those horrible fangs. She jumped when Lucas kicked the metal door shut behind them after crossing the threshold.

The scent of his room brought back memories on top of her whirring thoughts, disorienting her with old nostalgia and new horror. She barely noticed she’d been put down until her feet tapped against the tile of his bathroom.

Things were so… Normal. Aside from being somewhat grimy, his bathroom appeared the same as it once had so long ago. She trembled there, her stinging eyes darting around the all-too-familiar room, that monster interrupting memories of Lucas interrupting her confusion as she wrung her hands together. Her stomach burned and pulsated.

Lucas’s warm hands then rested upon her shoulders, snapping her out of her mind. They ran down her arms, along her lower back until he squeezed her ass.

“St-stop it.” He snickered in her ear, hands now at rest on her hips. “Come on now, ya know well as I do what y'all came here fer.”

He trailed his hands to the bottom buttons of her shirt, going up. Still persistent. There were bits and pieces of Lucas that she could see, but he’d been twisted, ravaged. With legs like stone, she only stood there, frozen to the spot, trying to make sense of her thoughts. The mold creatures, the little girl; what the fuck was going on?

The cool bathroom air chilled her bare skin as her flannel shirt dropped to the floor. After he moved her hair back, his hands stopped. She tried to steady her breath and shaking body while he reached around her and grasped their Ouija necklace. He lifted it, flipping the pendant over on his palm so it faced them. They stood there, bathroom drowning in silence as he examined the pendant and ran his thumb tenderly along it. That necklace stood for so much. Him seemingly entranced by it made her want to think there was still some semblance of the old Lucas inside him, that he wasn’t completely gone.

But when he released the pendant then unclasped her bra, her heart fell again as unreality settled in. Goosebumps flushed across her skin, her breasts warmed by his hands.

“Yer nipples are hard,” he whispered in her ear, breath hitting her skin.

The familiar touch of his calloused hands had her mind thinking in ways that seemed completely inappropriate. Her insides throbbed, groin heating as memories of their sex flooded her. Nothing made sense — nothing was off-limits.

He released her and walked around to the tub, stripping himself of his hoodie. Lucas turned the water on and removed his undershirt. When he turned to look at her, she saw just how thin he’d gotten. He’d always been skinny, but his hips and ribs and collarbone stuck out more than they used to, and the fact that he had pretty much no muscle mass made his strength all the more bizarre.

“Pants,” he said. “Lose ‘em.”

She couldn’t look into his face. His eyes shocked her the most, but that malicious grin made her skin crawl. What would he do if she didn’t comply? “I can break ya like a twig.” His voice and malintent played in her mind, the pain in her bones reminding her of what he could do. Would he hurt her? His eyes, his terribly greyed eyes; she didn’t want to find out. With sweating hands, she pulled the drawstring of her sweatpants to untie the knot. They slid down her legs and she kicked them off, along with her shoes and socks.

He snickered. “Commando. Nice.”

His hungry eyes scanned her and she held down the urge to shudder. He then motioned with a finger for her to come closer.

“Well, don’ just stand there, getchur pretty little ass over here.”

She did so, impelling her lead-like legs to move, hands shaking and heart pounding as she avoided his face. When she was close, he grabbed her and dragged her inside the tub where the water ran barely lukewarm. Lucas ripped his pants off and leapt in behind her, throwing the curtains shut.

And there she was, alone with him, naked in an enclosed space while entirely at his mercy. If he had any of that left.

A grubby little bar of soap caught her eye. She smelled, to be sure, but the vomit — that horrible black vomit still coated some of her skin. After a desperate grab, she lathered the soap in her hands then scrubbed her body, using her nails whenever she spotted any black goop or the muck from the swamp. She needed to get that stuff off and fast — faster than her arms could move. Even her damned thick hair was soaped in a frenzied attempt to clean every inch of herself. She turned the hot water up until it steamed and her skin reddened, nails scrubbing her hair hard, feeling like she couldn’t get it all out as she tore parts of her skin open.

His soapy hands touched her back, causing her to jump. She tore away and drew closer to the drain, arms covering her breasts as she glared at him.

Emphasizing every shaking word, she said, “Do. Not. Touch. Me.” “Yer really makin’ this difficult on me, ain’cha?” “I’m making this difficult on you? I’m freaking the fuck out right now, if you haven’t noticed!” “Aw, c’mon, it’s been so long, Pers. I gotta unwind. N’ so do you.”

His fingers dug into her hips as pulled her close. Already hard, his cock slipped between her thighs. Not the oddest thing that brought back memories that day. She instantly recalled how he felt inside her, so deep it would often hurt, but it was pain that she’d once welcomed and loved. Somehow, things seemed no different in that moment. She knew she’d wanted him for a long time. Feeling him once again, so intimately, made her realize how much she’d missed it. She wanted to fight, and briefly did by closing her eyes and tugging away, but her rational mind was losing over visceral passion. Every movement made his cock graze her pussy, sensitive to his touch until her struggle warped into grinding against him.

His hands explored everywhere, grabbing at her waist and ass, filling his palms and fingertips with her skin. When his hands stopped at her breasts and fingers flicked her nipples, she allowed a gasp past her lips. He chuckled, a gruff sound that made her ill-fitting lust spiral out of control. His lips lavished the back of her head as his cock jabbed at her pussy, then the tip slipped inside, letting her feel its thickness. God, that cock. He’d surely get her to scream before long. Why did that thought thrill her? It was wrong — it was all so wrong.

He pulled out and turned her toward him. “Just wouldn’ be the same if I couldn’ see yer face.”

His eyes bore into hers. Their ghostly sheen made her heart race but she had no time to dwell as his cock filled her completely, causing her to cry out in surprise. His strong arms held her and she stood on tip-toes, hardly holding up her own weight as he fucked her. She marked him with her nails almost instinctively, along his back and chest and arms as she made a fuss over his cock. Her uselessly hanging legs wrapped around his hips in a bizarre desperation to keep him close. She threw her head back as he drove so goddamn deep inside her.

“Fuck!” He growled in her ear, “God yes, I missed this so fuckin’ much.”

His cock slammed inside of her, deep as it could go, and the pulsating shock of pain that followed caused her to curse and moan and shout. Her toes curled, legs shuddering in pleasure. It felt so good, so goddamn good, she shouldn’t have loved it so much but she she did. Everything in her body screamed for more.

When she heard the sounds of his rising arousal, she felt disappointment in knowing their sex would end too soon. But why? Why now? Why when he looked so ghastly, so lurid — why when after everything she’d been through just minutes ago — did her pussy drip with greed? As he held their necklace and his eyes softened for the briefest of moments, she saw him once again, the Lucas from so long ago. Her crazed mind wanted him, wanted the old, beautiful, amazing Lucas from that time. Even his coming peak looked and sounded the same as it once had as his fist clenched around their necklace and he pulled on the chain, tightening it around her throat. The rational part of her mind took over.

“God fucking dammit,” she strained against the chain, “don’t cum inside me.” “Yer just tryna ruin all my fun today.” “Don’t you fuckin’ dare.”

He pulled out, shoved her onto her knees, and came all over her face. His hand held her head and he thrust past her lips, last spurts of cum coating her tongue and throat, making her choke.

She didn’t have a chance to regain her composure before he tore her by the hair and arm to her feet, then dropped to his knees. His mouth took her pussy, tongue running against her clit, hands clenching her ass again. He played with her clit, and with each pass came ripples of ecstasy. His tongue slipped inside her, twirling around and tickling her opening. Why did it have to feel so good? Why did she love it so fucking much?

It didn’t take long for her legs to shake and her breath to hitch. Her sexual response seemed to be ingrained in him now and he still knew what to do to make her cum. He sucked her clit and flicked it lightly with his tongue, two fingers inside her and grinding against her sweet spot.

“Oh, fuck,” she breathed. “I’m cumming.”

Her pussy clenched around his fingers as she reached her peak. He remained there, face keeping her warm as her body shuddered against him and his wiry stubble, leaving her a panting mess. When she calmed, he kissed her pussy, then trailed kisses up her stomach, between her breasts, and to her face and lips. He wrapped his arms around her. The water had gotten cold but her afterglow numbed her. She rested her face in his chest, the light hairs tickling her cheek. It had been far too long. It all felt so familiar, so good. Was it wrong to admit that she’d missed it?

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Fettered - 19: How We Met, Revised

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Dulvey, Louisiana. Persephone hadn’t been there in a long time. One last stop before she’d arrive at the Baker house by lunch; there was a convenience store and gas station where she pumped her car full, then got some food and drink for the rest of the drive that morning. She stood in line, placing all of her items on the counter. Two women gossiped behind her but she ignored them until something intriguing caught her ear.

“You hear ‘bout those kids that went missing?” “The two brothers and their little sister?” “The very same. People’re sayin’ they went up to the ol’ Baker ranch.” “Oh, those poor things…”

Her heart skipped a beat. People went missing at the Baker’s? Then where was Lucas?

She quickly paid for her food and walked up to the older women, trying not to run toward them like a complete nutcase.

The taller lady continued, “Wonder if the cops ‘r gonna do anythin’ about it.” “Prob’ly not.” “‘Scuse me,” she interrupted, hoping not to sound desperate. “Did you say something about the Bakers just now?”

Clearly, her emotions betrayed her not-so-steady tone as the women looked at her with knitted eyebrows and pursed lips, then they exchanged narrow-eyed glances.

“Guess you don’t live ‘round here, hon,” said the taller lady. “Otherwise you’d know all about that.” “What do you mean? Where are the Bakers?” The shorter woman spoke up. “The Bakers haven’t been seen in almost a year now. Cops’ve looked but when people go into that house, they don’t come back out. Everyone’s been too afraid to investigate ‘r go near it ever since. ‘Cept fer thrill-seekers.” “But,” the tall woman said, “do yerself a favor n’ just forget about it, honey.” “Will do,” she absently replied.

She whirled around and jogged back to her car, then scrambled inside, tossing her food into the passenger seat. The Bakers hadn’t been seen in almost a year? And people have been disappearing around their property? What happened to Lucas, to Diane? To Zoe and their parents? They were such lovely people — why was a thorough investigation not being done?

She pressed the accelerator almost to the floor, speeding toward the Baker home. Something horrible was going on, in spite of her having convinced herself that everything was all right. She didn’t eat, stomach too queasy with old and new anxiety.

Driving up to the house shocked her. Foliage grew wild, the dirt road had been ripped up from random tire tracks, and a few dead birds and raccoons lined the way. It put her more on edge when she arrived at the main gate and bore witness to the disorderly insides. Vines clambered up the walls and the home had gotten so dirty in such a short amount of time. A crude, thick chain and padlock kept the gate closed tight.

She turned off her car, leaning over the steering wheel as she observed the home; her home — what felt like home to her. Seeing it in such a state… It hurt. It tore her apart and left her stunned in the driver’s seat, heart racing. A chill crawled up her back and neck. It didn’t just look abandoned, it felt like a void threatened it — threatened her. But the overwhelming desire to know what happened to Lucas, to possibly see him once again, motivated her to exit the vehicle and approach the front gate.

Barbed wire lined the fence, aside from the main gate itself. She tried to open it.

Locked, obviously.

She fiddled with the chains and padlock for a moment but the damn thing stayed locked up. Instead of finding another way in, she climbed up the gate as she’d once done the day Hunter had died, using the horizontal support beams as steps. With a quick motion, she pulled up and jumped, tossing herself over the top then sliding slowly down the dampened poles. She leapt off and landed on her hands and feet in the front yard. Easy, despite that she’d not been so active in quite a while.

The ground was muddy — normal enough for the bayou — but it reeked of mildew and felt slimy to the touch. With a grimace, she brushed herself off and headed for the front door. She would’ve ordinarily expected it to be locked, as Jack and Marguerite had always kept it that way, but given everything else, she decided to try.

Unlocked…

The door creaked open and she poked her head inside. It was filthy and smelled horrible. Dust and dirt and grime on every surface; clutter all over, broken glass, small bones from what looked like mice, dead bugs; Marguerite would never have kept her house this dirty. And the awful smell — not only of must and muck, but of viscera and gore. She’d been exposed to these scents plenty of times before, no mistaking it.

If anything happened to Lucas, she didn’t know what she’d do.

She slowly tread inside and glanced around, crunching along broken glass and pebbles. Her eyes immediately locked onto Lucas’s old photo, which still displayed on the end table. She picked it up and gazed at him. It had been so long since she’d seen his face. The rush of emotions and the love she felt for him cut into her heart. She reached up and held onto her Ouija necklace, hearing its hanging planchette jingle against the board.

Her thumb ran along his cheek, wiping gunk off the glass. She bit her quivering lip, thinking about him, gone forever, missing, dead, hurt — she didn’t know. Please, please, please be okay. Somehow, someway, still be alive.

With a shaking sigh and equally shaking hands, she reluctantly put his picture down and promised to find him. She decided to head upstairs to Lucas’s old room in hopes she’d get a hold of his laptop or discover some clues to his whereabouts, just something.

The double doors leading to the main hall’s landing were locked, however. Around both corners of the hall, she saw the stairwell broken, giving her no way to get upstairs. Both double doors to the dining room were open and a sour stench had her glance inside as she passed, making her jump alongside her heart.

On the table, a strip of unknown organ meat splayed out, crawling with maggots and roaches. She hurriedly plugged her nose. What in the hell? How did that get there? Her stomach burned at the sight and she tore her eyes away. Please don’t belong to one of the family members, holy shit.

She backed up, then hastened down the hallway again, wringing her sweating hands, feeling like something would pop out in front of her or sneak up from behind. She kept looking over her shoulder. It was crazy to continue but she begged for answers, begged to see Lucas or uncover what happened. Her emotions drove her again, emotions that had once felt long dead. He always brought them out.

She checked the main hall’s doors again before she would go back outside to find another way in. Why she checked them, knowing full well they couldn’t be open, she wasn’t sure, but to her shock and dread, they now opened with ease.

How? Why? They were locked not moments before — how could they possibly be unlocked now? Her paranoia was right. Someone was here. She wasn’t alone. But she had to trek forward, she had to know where Lucas was, if he was dead or alive. His face flashed across her mind and reiterated to her the whole reason she came. She kept going, stomach churning like she could throw up.

In the main hall, she made her way up the stairs to Lucas’s old room. Even with three years away and the paranoid feeling of being watched, she knew exactly where she headed. When she reached his door, she opened it, heart beating fast as she peered inside. It was unchanged from the last time she’d visited, oddly enough; completely the same. Trophies and ribbons lined the room, the same sheets rested across the bed — the only difference was the thick layer of dust on most everything. All except Lucas’s old trophy controller, the one where he would get into the attic to his second computer. Why was that so much cleaner? Could it mean that he was still here somehow? She took a few steps toward it, about to investigate further when a voice from behind froze her.

“Are you lost?” Persephone whipped around, heart thudding against her chest. A little girl with long black hair loomed in the doorway. Persephone asked, “What are you doing here? Who are you?” “I live here, silly!” The girl giggled, gripping the hem of her black dress. “You live here? With who? Where’s Lucas?” The girl bounced on the balls of her feet. “I live here with Mommy, Daddy, and my big brother and sisters.” Then she giggled excitedly, clapping. “And you’re gonna be my sister, too!”

She was going to ask the girl what she meant but then the girl opened her mouth and—

And vomited. Black, goopy, lumpy, and far more bile than any little girl should have in her stomach.

It spattered the floor and across Persephone’s shoes. She vaulted away from it but the vomit trailed up her pants, as though alive. Mind nearly blank, she ripped the blanket off the bed and furiously scrubbed the substance away, hearing the little girl giggling at her.

The girl stopped laughing and clapped again, saying, “Uh-oh, I think I hear Daddy coming! You’re gonna get it, you’re gonna get it!” She snickered and ran off down the hall, calling to her daddy.

Once her shoes were mostly clean, she threw the blanket over the writhing (writhing!?) mass of vomit and rushed out of the room, going the opposite way of the little girl, which would take her toward the broken down staircase. She didn’t want to leave — she was still desperate to find out what had happened to Lucas — but she couldn’t stay in that house with so many unknowns. If she could make it to her car, she could drive to the police, tell them what she saw, arrive with a whole squad of back-up, do something other than get killed by whatever or whoever resided in the house.

She heard a man now, calling out a playful, “Where’d you go off to?” from behind. His voice…

When she reached the edge of the busted stairs, she leapt down to the first floor. Her foot caught some debris, twisting her ankle and sending her tumbling down onto her stomach. She groaned, a pulsating pain throbbing in her head from her wildly beating heart. It only took a moment to recover before she shot up and sprinted down the hallway to the front door.

Locked.

Locked!?

She launched her entire body into the door and made a loud crash, but nothing else. That wouldn’t work. She’d call attention to herself and that man would come for her. Her eyes tore around, catching the still open doors to the main hall. Her legs launched her as fast as they could toward the back door. She could get out several different ways from the backyard — the old house, the guest house, the barn, or any of the available cracks in between.

In spite of her previous luck, she burst through the unlocked back door and bolted out into the familiar yard. The barn would be the quickest — once she was up the stairs, it wouldn’t be long before she’d break into the barn itself. Its doors were never locked and led to the front yard, where she could hopefully scale the main fence and escape without anyone catching her.

Her shoes sloshed through the muddy, slimy bog and toward Lucas’s part of the house that led into the barn.

Lucas. She would be back for him. She wouldn’t leave him, not ever, no matter what this house had become.

Being built over her entrance to the other half of the house was a fresh metal gate, door to it opened so she could still get inside. All the boarded up lattice kept the stairs hidden; hopefully, they weren’t broken.

She passed by the trailer and Hunter’s grave, and once she did, something yanked her and held her close. There was a gruff breath in her ear and her old self-defense classes took over. She clutched the clothes of whomever was behind her, foot sweeping their legs out from under them, and she flipped them over her shoulder and onto the ground.

Once the person was flipped, she recognized him instantly, even under the hood of his blue jacket.

“Lucas!?” “Damn, girl!” He laughed maniacally as he got to his feet. “Forgot you was in them self-defense classes! Hoo-ee!”

When he turned to her, his face made her heart jump. He looked like Lucas, but completely off. Though Lucas always had heavy, bagged eyes, they looked worse now, and the once icy blue color had glazed over in a dull, ghostly grey. He looked much thinner than he once had, cheeks sunken in so his prominent, high cheekbones were clearer; skeletal. A shock jolted her, acid swirling in her stomach.

“Lucas, what the fuck— what the hell is— the fuck is going on!? What the fuck happened to you!?” He approached her, smirking. Everything about him screamed that he wasn’t right. Her legs went heavy and her body shook at his very presence. “Stay back!” She shouted, heart pounding as she somehow convinced her leg to step away. “Don’t make me hurt you!” “Aww, baby, don’ be like that.” He pouted condescendingly. “You ain’t happy t’ see me?”

She wanted to be. This entire meeting went so differently in her head, no matter which scenario she ran through: at one point, she’d imagined herself showing up and hugging Marguerite as she was greeted at the door, then launching herself into Lucas’s arms, showering him in kisses and affection. But now that she trembled before him — that menacing smirk drawing closer and closer — she couldn’t imagine holding him at all.

“Tell me what the fuck is going on, right now,” she demanded. “There’ll be plenty a’ time for that later.” Now upon her, his hands grappled for her waist, dragging her in. “For now, how ‘bout a kiss?”

Persephone jerked away, throwing a well-timed punch at his throat. He caught it. That ordinarily would not have stopped her but hitting his palm was like slamming into a brick wall, sending a shock-wave of pain down her arm. She grit her teeth and glared at Lucas. Her entire body shuddered at his leer.

“As ya can see—” He tossed her hand aside. “—got myself some nifty new powers. Cool, don’cha think?”

He grabbed her again, arms wrapping hard around her. It knocked the air out of her lungs when their bodies collided. His arms locked hers at her sides and she couldn’t move no matter how hard she thrashed. He drove her feet down in the mud as she kicked at him and she tried to use this a leverage to tear away from his grasp, but he was strong. Abnormally strong. He didn’t even struggle.

“Lucas!” The man from before called and Lucas’s face fell instantly. “Lucas, where are ya, boy!?” Lucas bent down, taking her with him, and shoved her under the trailer, sliding her across the mud despite her hands pushing back. He spun her around by her arm to face him, then spoke soft enough that the man wouldn’t hear him but forceful enough that it got her to listen. “Y’all better stay under here if ya know what’s good fer ya. My old man finds ya n’ yer gonna regret it.”

Jack? That man was Jack!? His voice had sounded familiar but he was off. This whole family was off.

“Lucas!” “Yeah, yeah!” Lucas shouted back. “I’m comin’, Dad!” A few plodding foot1falls later and she heard Jack’s voice again. “You seen anyone runnin’ around? Evie told me she found a woman up in your old room earlier an’ I ain’t been able ta find her.” “No, Dad, I ain’t seen no one.”

Persephone crawled toward the old house, limbs heavy, staying hidden under the trailer. If she got out from under there, she could make a break for it. Lucas was still alive — the whole family seemed to be — but everything was wrong. Now that she knew, she just wanted to leave, go back to her safe car and, and— Who knows from there. Her heart hammered her ribs as she eavesdropped.

“Well,” said Jack, “I’m gonna search ‘round the guest house, Marguerite’s already checkin’ the boathouse, an’ I want you ta check the barn. If ya see her, ya know what ta do.” “‘Course, no problem,” Lucas replied.

More footsteps left the scene and she saw Jack’s boots as he lumbered toward the guest house. There was silence as she (and apparently Lucas) waited for Jack to disappear beyond the door. Once he did and the door shut behind him, she knew Lucas would be coming for her. She scrambled away from his feet, toward the old house just beyond the tire of the trailer.

“Oh, tryna get away, are ya?” Lucas asked, unleashing a high-pitched cackle that made her heart skip several beats.

She dug her toes into the mud and launched herself out to escape. She was able to get to her feet but Lucas jumped onto her back, straddling her, grabbing her arms, and wrenching them behind her. She thrashed and flailed so hard that he jostled around on top of her, but it didn’t seem to perturb him at all.

“Yee-haw! Yer like a buckin’ bronco, ain’cha? Mmm! I love that abou’cha, Pers — yer so damn wild!”

His one hand was enough to hold both of her wrists in place while the other grabbed her hair and pulled. Hearing him call her ‘Pers’ sent her mind reeling. An odd wave of nostalgia rushed through her. She saw herself sitting on his bed with him, having their childish drawing contest, laughing and giggling; saw him holding her tenderly, kissing her over Hunter’s grave during Halloween; saw their final goodbye, the night of passion and sadness, their agreement to try a long-distance relationship, at least until circumstances permitted them to be together. It seemed he thought those circumstances had finally arrived.

He hoisted her up off the ground, carrying her bridal style. “Look at’chu now, all covered in muck. I’m ‘onna hafta clean ya up ‘fore we have fun together. An’ don’ even think about fightin’ me.” His arms squeezed her so tight her bones creaked. “I can break ya like a twig.”

He held her looser, letting her gasp for air as he took her toward the barn.

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