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Marcella Bellini ([info]born_greater) wrote in [info]nevermore_logs,
@ 2020-09-11 00:40:00

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Current mood: tired
Entry tags:marcella bellini, sheriff of nottingham

WHO Marcella Bellini, The Sheriff
WHEN Thursday evening
WHERE The Sheriff’s apartment
WHAT Suspicions are aroused
WARNINGS TBA



Marcie had had a long day. John was working her hard this week. She sighed as she sat down on the end of Malcolm’s bed and took off her shoes.

She was certain that Isabelle had received the note. John had been in a foul mood all day, being snappish and nasty to anyone who came near who was of a lower rank than partner in the law firm. Marcie had just kept her head down and done her job as she was asked, careful not to draw attention to herself. She folded her leg, propping her foot on the knee opposite so she could work her thumbs into the balls of her aching feet.

A shower would do. Hot water to wash away the aches and pains of the day. Being a little tired, and sore, and nervous about John, she did something she hadn’t done in weeks, and left her phone on the charger on her side of the bed when she went into the en suite to shower. Besides, Malcolm was busy in the kitchen, he wouldn’t notice she’d even been in the shower until she was out of it.


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[info]whyaspooncousin
2020-09-10 12:47 pm UTC (link)
Malcolm, however, did notice. He heard the shower turn on, and he stuck his head around into the hallway, to see the closed bathroom door. Quickly, he turned off the stove and headed into the bedroom where he noticed her phone-

Malcolm didn't even stop to consider it. He was over to the phone like a shot. Someone had sent John's girlfriend a letter and while John suspected the Merry Men, Malcolm had a feeling it was a little too anonymous for their sakes. Which, of course, left the other people in John's life. His law firm partners, his workers and...and Marcie.

He had hoped he was doing it to clear her name, but as he flicked the phone on and got into her messages, he felt his heart shatter. She was speaking to Much. There was message after message between them. He scrolled through for a moment, before tossing the phone aside. His stomach twisting in knots, he reached for her bag and searched that, eventually finding the resignation letter she had written to John-

"Goddammit, Marcie-" he hissed, heartbroken.

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[info]born_greater
2020-09-10 01:14 pm UTC (link)
Marcie sighed as she got out of the shower and turned off the water. She wrapped a towel turban around her head, and went to the mirror to apply her moisturisers before bed.

She was definitely doing the right thing, wasn't she? Despite being way past the point of no return, she still felt a nagging sense that she shouldn't be doing all of this stuff. Because, after all, she did quite like Malcolm. He was handsome and he could be gentle and charming, and she'd spent those three weeks watching over him. (And his apartment, and his car...)

But she knew the truth now, and she couldn't escape that. And if she wanted to try and not be ruled by her war god father, she had to actively try not to rely on men for their resources, especially men who were not good people.

She hummed to herself as she wrapped a towel around her body and went back out into the bedroom.

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[info]whyaspooncousin
2020-09-10 01:35 pm UTC (link)
As Marcie entered, Malcolm laid the letter out on the bed and he looked up at her, forlorn. "Oh, Marcie. Why? Why are you doing this?" he asked, his voice catching. This was going to be the last night he would have with her.

God she was beautiful. It wasn't fair.

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[info]born_greater
2020-09-10 01:44 pm UTC (link)
She stopped in surprise at seeing him, and clutching her towel a little tighter to her chest, heart hammering for a moment. "Uh- you went in my bag?" she asked, eyes flicking to her phone. Had it been moved? Had he seen the messages to Much, and the copies of files she'd forgotten to delete?

"It's just- I want to get a different job, that's all," she said, going to the bed and taking the paper back. "I'm grateful to everything that John has given me, but sitting without him for the summer gave me time to think. I just want to move on." She tucked the paper back into her handbag, and moved it further away from him. "Please don't go through my things."

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[info]whyaspooncousin
2020-09-10 02:00 pm UTC (link)
"You left me no choice," Malcolm lamented. "You sent that letter to Isabelle, didn't you? Goddammit, Marcie. I- I thought I- I thought you felt something for me. You had to know he was going to ask me to look into it. To bring the person who did it to justice."

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[info]born_greater
2020-09-10 02:14 pm UTC (link)
"No- what letter?" Marcie felt herself go cold, though, all the good the shower had done disappearing. "I don't even like Isabelle that much. Why would I send her a letter? Is that why he was so snippy all day?"

And why was she so under-dressed? She turned away from him to fetch her robe, and pull it on over her towel. Why was she so stupid to leave these things out in the open? Just breathe, she told herself.

When she turned back, she shrugged and smiled, coming back to sit on the bed. "I do feel something for you. Of course I do. What's this all about?"

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[info]whyaspooncousin
2020-09-11 09:55 am UTC (link)
"Goddammit!" he hissed at her, slapping his hand against the bed. He rose then, taking a step towards her. "I read what you said to the Miller's son! They got you too. They fucking got you too."

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[info]born_greater
2020-09-11 10:03 am UTC (link)
Marcie shrank back, trying to remember what she'd said to Much. "He's just a guy I talk to sometimes," she said, holding her hands up soothingly. "You know he knows me, you saw me talking to him. He did me a favour once, that's all. Nobody "got" me. Why are you being like this??"

She was trying to figure out what she was going to do. Grab her phone and get into the bathroom so she could lock the door and call for help seemed to be the best bet. She didn't want to look for her phone and telegraph her move though, so she moved back as Malcolm moved forward.

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[info]whyaspooncousin
2020-09-11 10:07 am UTC (link)
"You think I haven't seen this a hundred times?" he asked, advancing further. "You think they don't take everything from me!? I should have known better. I should have known not to let you in, but I DID. No one just talks to the Miller's son. They get under your skin. Sell you their lies. Twist you until you stab me in the FUCKING BACK" he yelled, rushing towards her then.

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[info]born_greater
2020-09-11 10:21 am UTC (link)
Marcie scrambled to grab her phone, but they'd been so close together to start with that she didn't have much of a head start at all. She got it in her hand, but it caught on the charger and wouldn't come off right away, and then Malcolm's hands were closing on her and she screamed and struggled, the turban around her head coming loose and her damp hair falling in her face.

"No! Stop it!" she cried, trying to get free.

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[info]whyaspooncousin
2020-09-11 10:48 am UTC (link)
Malcolm twisted her around, pulling her in so he could wrap both his arms around her and manhandle her towards the bed. "Stop! Stop struggling!" he said, trying to subdue her. "I'm not going to hurt you, stop!"

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[info]born_greater
2020-09-11 10:55 am UTC (link)
Well that was just exactly what someone who was definitely going to hurt her would say. "Let me go!" she shouted, kicking her legs as he tried to half carry, half drag her along. She tried to kick at his legs then, trying to make him drop her. "Mal, please!"

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[info]whyaspooncousin
2020-09-11 11:13 am UTC (link)
"No! Someone has to save you!" he yelled, holding her tightly and manhandling her to the edge of the bed. From there, he held her with one hand, and quickly pulled open his nightstand, grabbing what he needed out of the drawer. Then he shoved her to the bed, pressing her into the mattress and he straddled her, holding her down tightly. "Please, Marcie, just stop!" he implored her.

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[info]born_greater
2020-09-11 11:22 am UTC (link)
"Save me from you!" she shrieked back. They'd been right, they'd all been right and she hadn't listened, why did she never listen! The towel and robe had loosened in her struggling, and she suddenly was scared of something else than the Sheriff discovering her duplicitousness. "What are you doing? Let me go! Please let me go!"

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[info]whyaspooncousin
2020-09-11 11:27 am UTC (link)
It was just like the last time. The last time he had dared to let someone in, and those fucking cretinous Merry Men had turned her against him. She had betrayed him too, just like this.

In the end, he'd had to kill her.

Marcie though, he still had hope he could fix this. He would turn her in to John, and hopefully he could plead for her. Take her to his new house and talk some goddamn sense into her. Save her.

"Stop STRUGGLING! Marcie! MARCIE! I am not going to hurt you!" he yelled again. He made sure he had all his weight on her, as he used both of his arms to work on handcuffing one of hers to the bed.

It did, however, free her other arm.

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[info]born_greater
2020-09-11 11:36 am UTC (link)
Marcie clenched her jaw, hearing the clicking of handcuffs, and she panicked. And when she panicked, she punched. It had always been that way, ever since childhood, when classmates quickly learned that they did not jump out and scare little Marcie if they didn't want an immediate hit to the face or body. When it came to fight or flight, she chose fight.

She couldn't get out from underneath him, so as he leaned over her to cuff her hand, she struck upwards, aiming at his face.

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[info]whyaspooncousin
2020-09-11 11:43 am UTC (link)
"Fuck, OW!" Malcolm tried to lean away from her punching, though she caught him a few times. It didn't dissuade him from his job, though it did hurt like fuck. He secured one arm, and then flailed about, trying to catch the other, as she punched at him. "Marcie!" he hissed, managing to grab her arm by chance. He pinned it to the mattress and took a second to just breathe, before finally securing her second arm to his bed with another pair of handcuffs.

Then he rolled off her, wiping at the bloody lip he'd given her. "Just calm down," he assured her. "Do you need some water?"

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[info]born_greater
2020-09-11 11:49 am UTC (link)
"How dare you?!" she spat back, trying to sit up and close her robe properly. Too much skin was showing for her comfort, but her hands cuffed like this didn't give her much reach to do anything. She felt bruised and tired from the struggling, but she wasn't about to drop her guard yet.

"How dare you tell me to calm down after you cuff me to your fucking bed!?" She jerked angrily at the cuffs. "You bastard!"

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[info]whyaspooncousin
2020-09-11 11:53 am UTC (link)
"Oh, here," Malcolm sat on the bed and he closed her robe for her, tying it back up. "There. Someone has to save you," he whispered. "And it's sure as hell going to be me." He rose then, crossing the room to grab his phone. From there, he texted John to tell him he had the person who had sent the letter at his apartment and he needed to come now.

"I'm going to go get you some water. We can discuss dinner after John gets here."

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[info]born_greater
2020-09-11 12:01 pm UTC (link)
"We can discuss-" Marcie was floored by how calm he was being. When he'd approached to tie up her robe, she'd flinched, afraid of what he was going to do, and he was doing that thing again where he was being gentle and considerate in a situation where she'd expected violence.

But John was on his way. Marcie was far more familiar with his rantings, and she knew he'd hit his girlfriend at least once before. John's temper she had a very healthy respect for- as in, she'd like to stay far away from it.

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[info]whyaspooncousin
2020-09-11 12:04 pm UTC (link)
Malcolm headed out to the kitchen to grab a glass and fill it with water. Be carried it back, making sure to take a drink from it while she was watching first, so she would know he wasn't drugging her. He just didn't want her to dehydrate. "Here," he said, holding it out for her. "Take slow sips."

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[info]born_greater
2020-09-11 12:14 pm UTC (link)
She didn't trust Malcolm as far as she could throw him (and she wished she could throw him), and she'd much rather take a mouthful of water and spit it in his face, but she did have a chance to play into sympathies yet, so she obediently sipped the water, eyes fixed on Malcolm's face.

"What are you going to do to me?" she asked, her tone a lot more quiet and calm than before.

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[info]whyaspooncousin
2020-09-11 12:18 pm UTC (link)
Malcolm took the rest of the water and he set it on the nightstand beside them. "I'm going to convince John I can help you," he said firmly. "So he won't hurt you. And I believe I can. You've been duped by the Merry Men's lies, but I can help you see reason. Like before, remember? We can go to my other house. I don't want to hurt you, Marcie. I'm going to help you."

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[info]born_greater
2020-09-11 12:30 pm UTC (link)
His other house. The one with the cells in the basement. Marcie got chills. Nobody would know where she'd been taken if she went there. She hadn't been able to find the address. Nobody would ever see her again.

"Not lies, Mal, I didn't write the letter, I haven't turned. Please set me free. Please." She looked at him, afraid, curling up her legs. She wished she was dressed better.

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[info]whyaspooncousin
2020-09-11 12:34 pm UTC (link)
"I know you did," he sighed, as she lied again. "I know you did, Marcie. Here, lift yourself up," he said, pulling the blankets back so he could lift them over her. "It's going to be alright. But you have to trust me. I know they've poisoned your mind. I can't imagine the things they've told you- But it's going to be okay."

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[info]phony_king
2020-09-11 12:38 pm UTC (link)
John pressed the doorbell and knocked sharply at the door to Malcolm's apartment, and he chewed the skin at the edge of his thumb as he waited to be let in. He was absolutely fuming about the letter still, but impressed with how quickly Malcolm had acted in finding the culprit.

Marcie jumped when she heard the knock, and gulped hard. This was not going to be fun.

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[info]whyaspooncousin
2020-09-11 12:43 pm UTC (link)
Malcolm held out a hand to signal that he was on to it, and he rose from the bed. The front door wasn't far, and he pulled it open a few seconds later. "She's in here," he said flatly. "It's not her fault, Your Highness. Her mind has been poisoned by the Merry Men."

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[info]phony_king
2020-09-11 12:49 pm UTC (link)
John's eyes narrowed. Of course it was them, it was always them, those devious bastards, little shits. He'd known, he'd known it was them-

He stopped short when he followed Malcolm into the bedroom, and beheld his PA cuffed to Malcolm's bed, damp hair tossed about and wide eyes staring at him. And only in a robe. He looked at Malcolm, nonplussed.

"Marcella? Marcella sent the letter?" he asked, looking back at her. "Where's your evidence? I want to see it for myself."

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[info]whyaspooncousin
2020-09-11 12:52 pm UTC (link)
Malcolm picked up her phone and handed it over to John. "It's all there. Talking to the Miller's son." Still, he placed himself between John and Marcie very deliberately.

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[info]phony_king
2020-09-11 01:02 pm UTC (link)
John scowled as he scrolled through the messages, at the familiarity of the tone. "What things did you deliver to Tuck?" he demanded, turning the screen around. "What does he mean by, forewarned is forearmed?" He paced back and forth a bit, reading other messages, going through her photos. "Why do you have photos of this place and my apartment? What have you been up to? You wrote the letter! HOW DARE YOU INTRUDE ON MY RELATIONSHIP!" John was working himself into a towering rage, and Marcie shrank back against the bed head.

"Sir- Your Majesty, it isn't- I just like the decor-"

"WHAT THINGS, MARCELLA?! You have BETRAYED ME!"

This was more like what she'd expected from Malcolm, Marcie thought, and John stroke towards her, hand raised threateningly.

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[info]whyaspooncousin
2020-09-11 01:12 pm UTC (link)
"John, NO!" Malcolm dove in, catching John's arm so he couldn't hit her. "You can see it was them! They made her believe their lies, but I can help her! Don't hurt her!"

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[info]phony_king
2020-09-11 01:25 pm UTC (link)
John looked at Malcolm, affronted at being stopped. "She's been passing on information! Photos! Look!" He pushed the phone screen towards Malcolm's face. "They've been laughing at me! She made Isabelle doubt me! After all the work I've done to win her back and make her happy-" He turned blazing eyes on Marcella.

"Look at her. In your bed, barely dressed- It's her that's been messing with you, not them. You two have been carrying on behind my back- what did you EXPECT!?"

Marcie jumped at the sudden raising of volume, but it shook her out of her shock.

"My lord- Please, I throw myself on your mercy. Don't leave me here- I'll do whatever you need me to to make this up to you, I will, just please-"

John started to laugh, a nasty sound, and looked at Malcolm. "Oh, she's just aching for your corrective measures, isn't she?"

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[info]whyaspooncousin
2020-09-11 01:28 pm UTC (link)
"She doesn't know what's best for her," Malcolm sighed. "Clearly," he indicated the phone. "I can bring her back in." One thing he did need to apologise for though- "I beg your forgiveness, your majesty, for carrying on with her behind your back. I was blinded by l-" Malcolm groaned and rubbed at his eyes.

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[info]phony_king
2020-09-11 01:42 pm UTC (link)
John raised an eyebrow at Malcolm. "Lust does that to a man. The little succubus clearly had designs on you all along. I don't blame you. She played us both for fools." He clasped Malcolm's shoulder, then turned to look back at Marcella, leaning in.

"Well, you're fired, obviously."

Marcie looked up at him, so far from the put-together woman he'd seen every week for just over a year. "Please don't leave me with him, I beg you, my lord," she said softly. And John smiled, looking like he was thinking about it for a moment. Then he straightened up again and looked back at the Sheriff.

"Do your worst. She's yours, as long as you want her. I don't want to see her again." He looked like he was about to walk away, but then he turned back, and there was a ringing slap as he struck her across the face, and she let out a soft yelp of surprise and pain. A moment later her phone met the far wall with a sharp crack.

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[info]whyaspooncousin
2020-09-11 01:46 pm UTC (link)
Malcolm grunted as John slapped her across the face. Had had hoped to keep that from happening. He gave her a lamenting look and then he sort of started herding John towards the door. "Thank you, your majesty. For letting me try. I'll tell you how I get on," he said, walking John out.

When he returned to the bedroom, he had an icepack in his hand. "I'm so sorry. I thought I had convinced him not to hit you. Here," he said, holding the ice pack to Marcie's cheek. "Is that better?"

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[info]born_greater
2020-09-11 01:52 pm UTC (link)
Marcie looked up at him in disbelief. "Why are you being nice?" she asked flatly. "Why are you doing this? I know who you are. I know I'm only a substitute for Marian. If you had the opportunity, you'd leave me in a ditch for her."

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[info]whyaspooncousin
2020-09-11 01:55 pm UTC (link)
Malcolm's face faded into a frown and he dropped his hand down to the mattress, the ice pack still in it. "What? I- Wh-why would you say that?"

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[info]born_greater
2020-09-11 02:01 pm UTC (link)
"Because it's true, isn't it?" Marcie was tired, and sore, and done with all of it. She was going to be carried off and locked up and nobody would ever see her again until she was a brainwashed husk, so why bother pretending any more?

"Don't you have a special room for her, all prepared to turn her mind like you want to do to me now? I dont get tortured and murdered like the others. I know I don't get to come back in the end either. And the best part is she would slit her own throat before she'd let you take her." She watched Malcolm's face as she spoke, waiting for his reaction.

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[info]whyaspooncousin
2020-09-11 02:06 pm UTC (link)
Malcolm shook his head sadly. "You- They have you so twisted up," he said. He felt crushed. "How could you say such hateful things to me? You stuck by my side while I was dead and now you say this? So you went to see Tuck did you? That old fuck knows how to get in your head."

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[info]born_greater
2020-09-11 09:36 pm UTC (link)
"He was kind to me. So were you, you know." Marcie sighed. Her wrists were getting sore but she didn't want to ask him to let her go again. She knew she wouldn't get him to understand the complexity of her decision, so she decided to frame it a different way, a simpler way.

"I watched over you. I wanted to. I didn't want to hear what they had to say about you. It hurt. But... I know you love Marian more than you can ever love me. Do you deny it?"

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[info]whyaspooncousin
2020-09-12 06:56 am UTC (link)
Tuck had been kind to her like Malcolm had been, hmm? "You let him fuck you, didn't you!?" Malcolm yelled, suddenly enraged. The idea of that old, lecherous arsehole touching Marcie- He let out a howl of grief and swept everything on his dresser to the floor, several things shattering. "He does that! He's probably using half his congregation as fucking sex slaves and you let him stick his lecherous dick in you!"

Malcolm went to her and he grabbed her face, "I told you. Never say that name. You leave Marian out of this!"

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[info]born_greater
2020-09-12 07:48 am UTC (link)
Marcie hadn't been expecting the sudden accusation and when he grabbed her face she held her breath, eyes wide.

"I didn't-" she started to say, "I only spoke to him-" But her own temper was starting to rise in response, and she gritted her teeth.

"Marian," she said deliberately, "will never fuck you. Not willingly."

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[info]whyaspooncousin
2020-09-12 07:50 am UTC (link)
"Shut UP!" he said, tossing her face away from him. He stood and paced angrily, his breath coming fast and short. "If you- Id you don't shut the fuck up about Marian, you can forget about dinner. You hear me?"

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[info]born_greater
2020-09-12 08:19 am UTC (link)
Marcie glared at him. "Is that the worst you can do?" she spat. "You murder and torture her family, how much do you really think that endears you to her, huh? You said yourself you were exhausted from chasing them. Why dont you go back to Arizona and just live your own life?"

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[info]whyaspooncousin
2020-09-12 08:27 am UTC (link)
Malcolm looked taken aback by that accusation. "I what? Her family are the people who ruined her in the first place! And now they're doing it to you too and you can't even see it! What did they tell you, hmm? What lies did they feed you?"

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[info]born_greater
2020-09-12 08:39 am UTC (link)
"What lies do you feed yourself?" Marcie replied, leaning forward, pulling against the cuffs. "What you do isn't right! You pulled someone's tooth out, Malcolm! Who does that?? I really liked you! But, you hurt people! You're hurting me!"

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[info]whyaspooncousin
2020-09-12 08:41 am UTC (link)
Malcolm huffed at her and he shook her head. "You have no idea what Will Scarlet has done. No idea. And yet you're siding with him. Fucking incredible. Fine. You can sit there and think about this. I'll be on the other side of the door. Let me know if you need to take a piss," he growled.

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[info]born_greater
2020-09-12 08:56 am UTC (link)
"Go fuck yourself," Marcie snarled. "What a fucking gentleman."

She was stuck, cuffed to a bed, unable to get properly comfortable, her phone broken, and in a day or two she was going to get moved to a private jail cell until she didn't remember who she was any more, or she died, whichever came first. She was in a lot of trouble.

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