March 18, 2013
Abel and Roxy Evening Aegis holding cell Roxy is released
The needle piercing her skin hadn't hurt. Roxy didn't even realize what had happened until the world started to go dark and she felt overwhelmingly tired. She wasn't sure how long she had been out but when she woke again she was alone and in a new place. It took a little doing but she found her way to her feet and to the nearest wall, sliding her hand across it until she could form a fist and punch the wall with all the force she could muster in her groggy state. All she succeeded in doing was breaking her hand, she felt the little twinge of pain but with her system full of whatever drugs they had pumped into her it was the wet crack that told her she had broken the bones.
Her healing ability felt slow to kick in as she made her way around the walls, feeling them with her good hand. Even the door was reinforced, of course, and any other day that would have meant she simply would have tried harder, but not today. Not after that thing had bent her to his will and stole that strong self-confidence from her. He left her feeling weak, vulnerable and above all violated with how he had reached into her and turned her body against her. She couldn't fathom how Andrew could have ordered that on his little sister, something that felt so horribly akin to rape. Had she known that was what he had planned for her she would have taken the girl and kept running.
Giving up on her escape she moved to sit on the floor in one of the corners, pulling her knees to her chest she started picking at her lower lip. It was a habit of hers, she usually did it when she was made to sit still or when she was thinking about something to the exclusion of everything else, but she usually stopped when it grew too painful or when she made herself bleed. She didn't stop now, the tips of her fingers coated in her own blood as she picked and dug, refusing to let her body heal it. It suited the bloody memories that flashed through her mind, her mother's last moments of being forced to submit to the lion that ripped her to pieces, of the violent and sadistic ways they had tried to force submission onto her in the pride. Those memories usually sent her into a rage, and while she was hurt and angry, all she seemed to be able to do was vacantly stare into the middle distance and dig at herself.
At some point, she wasn't sure if it was hours or minutes later the door opened and there was Abel, looking immaculate as always. She didn't have to look further than his shoes to know it was him, the smell only confirming it, which was fine as she refused to look at him. He was talking but she wasn't really listening as she sucked the blood off each of her fingers and pushed herself to her feet. There were words, for your own good, and others that barely attracted her attention until, "I'll walk you to the door, after that it's your choice what you do, it's apparent you think-"
"Shut your goddamn mouth," She cut him off with the hiss, spiting the words at him. "I don't want to hear it. You don't get to play hurt to me, not tofuckingday, not when you seem alright with doing something that awful to anyone. Just get me the hell out of here." she wasn't going to break down into tears, she wouldn't give them the satisfaction, though there was a large part of her that was ready to simply break down.