|The girl your Momma warned you about, Lourdes (notsoshy) wrote in athinblackline,|
@ 2009-04-16 15:40:00
Who: Violet OT D
When: Night, April 16 (4/10 - 4/16)
Where: Blue Block; Violet's Cell
What: Ethan picked up Violet after the breakout and kept her for nearly a week.
Violet had enjoyed her night out with D. He was getting rather drunk, but at least he was having fun. Violet wanted him to have fun. For her, it was important for people to have fun with life. However, Ethan woke her up with his displeasure and her life started to slip at that point. She had no idea how many hours had passed since Ethan had awakened her by hitting her across the back with what she could only guess was a cane of some kind. He was a pyscho. Apparently, the entire island had gone totally mad. He was angry at the attempt. Violet had been able to figure out that much. Why he was angry at the attempt, she had yet to figure out.
Now that she was semi-awake, she breathed slowly keeping up the idea of sleep, and tried to figure out how many times she had passed out. She could smell blood, feel it crusted on her skin in places. Nothing was broken, at least not that she could immediately feel. Granted, she couldn't move very far. She was laid out in crucifixion position, strapped down to a table.
It was a careful motion to shift her head trying to listen and feel for Ethan. He wasn't in the room with her. She released her breath in a sigh of relief. The table was cold against her back. Odd because if she'd been lying on it for any length of time, it should have warmed under her body. So he had moved her at some point. Probably more than once. The sound of the door opening made her nearly hold her breath.
"I know you're awake," he sounded as he normally did, smugly sure of himself. "It hurts, doesn't it?" His fingers trailed along her face, down her neck, and onto her chest from where he stood just above her shoulder. "The ache in your muscles." Fingers trailed there way back upward, then along her face and into her hair. "You are constantly disappointing me." He stopped. "Constantly."
It wasn't her, it was his expectations. So she saw it anyway. "I'm going to transfer you to White," he said it as if there was nothing wrong with such an idea.
"No," the word popped out. Her body was her last stronghold, the only thing she had left. He wanted to take away the last thing she had left. The last thing she could still try to control.
"You will because I say you will," fingers went into her hair and gripped hair until all the pain in her body didn't equal the pain in her scalp. "BECAUSE I SAY SO, DO YOU HEAR ME!?"
Ethan Wayne had never dealt with a mutant this stubborn. Most of them, once they were faced with the fact that he could kill them at his leisure, gave up. They let their minds die as their body couldn't. Violet continued to fight him. Continued to try his patience. His voice thundered in her ears and she flinched away. It only increased her pain as his fingers dug in.
"No," she said it again. "You fucking coward. I won't." Despite the pain in her body, she pulled against her restraints, feeling her skin split and start to bleed again. "No." Violet would fight him, she would fight anyone who dared try to touch her. Ethan just smiled. He enjoyed her fear. Her pain. The fact that he could elicit these emotions in her.
"You will," now he was practically purring because he knew she was afraid. "You will because I say you will, Princess. Yes, yes, you will."
Ethan insured she was carried in bodily and dumped her on her bed. She woke up with that awareness still in her head. Along with the fact her head was ringing and her whole body was one tight net of pain. Her muscles kept wanting to lock as she tried to move. There were bandages, some of them seeping thanks to her restless motions as she sought to wake up. Her eyes were unfocused though they were open, pools of purple seeming far too wide in her face. She was lucky her eyes weren't bruised shut, but that didn't keep her from having a bruise running down the left side of her face.
Stretching, she tried to find out how bad it was. The spasm in her back said motion was not happening for the moment. It elicited an angry sound from her dry throat. Aware that she was probably radiating pain, Violet kept trying to move. She needed to move. She needed to get up and keep living. He was not going to take that away from her. Stubborn girl.
At least she was back in her own room. Back in her own room and hopefully she would be able to get back on her feet. But for the moment, she just wanted to curl up and forget about the world around her. Violet didn't know it had been almost a week. She couldn't remember when was the last time she had eaten. He had to have feed her at some point. Otherwise, she'd have died. 3 minutes without air. 3 days without water. 3 weeks without food. She'd heard someone say that once. Was it true? She didn't care to find out.