Erin S. Troy (erintroy) wrote in novsila_rpg, @ 2015-02-04 12:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! thread, erin troy, plot: stalker |
WHO Erin Troy, NPC Aurors & The Stalker
WHAT Erin’s time while being held + Getting rescued
WHERE Warehouse in Belfast
WHEN From Feb 1st - 4th
RATING/STATUS R | Complete When posted.
NOTES: At about 2pm (MST time) Erin’s family will be notified of her rescue. She will be taken to St. Mungo’s where only family can see her until the next day. She will not be very responsive because she’ll be drugged and needs rest badly. The Daily Prophet will send something out too that I’ll try and get up too.
DAY ONE
That’s what Erin called it, Day one. Maybe it should have been called day two, but it was day one to her. It was the first full day she was trapped there. The night before had consisted of being locked to a table where she was force fed, it was all mush and gross, her stalker had spent the time telling her all about how things were going to be perfect, that he just needed to get her ready for their wedding, which would be on February 4th, they would be married and they would live together forever in perfect love.
Erin didn’t say much that first night, it had been more about looking around and finding a way out. She didn’t find a way out, and was locked in cage where she was given a blanket and a pillow and told to get her beauty sleep. Erin didn’t sleep.
Instead she watched the sun come on on Day One.
Day One.
Day one was about getting pretty. She had her lands locked down because she tried to escape, that had been a mistake, he’d snapped the bones in her foot as he screamed at her for being stupid enough for wanting to leave. He apologised awkwardly after a while and tried to wrap her foot. The pain was constant, but Erin tried to stay logical, she tried to look for ways to get word out that she was there.
Most of the day was spent with him brushing her hair and putting lotion on her arms. Luckily it didn’t go further than that. He kept saying he had to keep her perfect before the big day, the big day he could have her, he could have her just to himself but not before, oh no no, she had to be perfect for the day.
Day one felt like it took forever, every second felt like another hour, and when the day slowed she felt like she was going to throw up when he started to kiss her neck telling her soon they could be together and they’d be together forever. Erin spit at him, which led to her left hand being smashed, she could see where the bones had broken, she knew it was bad, but she had to focus on not letting it get to her, pain could not keep her down.
That night she was locked in the cage again and knocked out with a potion she was force fed.
DAY TWO
Don’t give up hope, you’ll get out, you’ll get away from this. She told herself as she kept her eyes shut hoping that if she pretended to be asleep he’d leave her alone. That only lasted maybe 10 minutes before she heard the cage door open and was pulled by her arms to where he wanted her to be that day.
That day was about getting her feet perfect. Regardless that one foot was broken, he essentially pinned her to a wall as he painted her toes and tried to decide which pair of shoes would be the best for her. Her feet were forced into 20 pairs of shoes before he decided on the first one. Erin was tempted to kick him but she couldn’t move, she tried to look around and see where the weaknesses were in the room, but it was hard given the pain and the constant feeling of being touched. The whole time she still couldn’t see his face, he kept it hidden behind a mask, and he was always in black.
Day two lasted just as long as day one, but it was more painful. He’d decided to shave her legs and was horrible at it, constantly giving her cuts and nicks, telling her if she didn’t move it would be better, but Erin couldn’t move, she’d been frozen to a wall where he wouldn’t let her move.
Day two ended with her getting knocked up side the head when she said she needed to use the toilet… Apparently those breaks were only when they were allowed and he would stand where he could see her but would turn his head when she could, but that was only allowed when she was drugged. Not when it messed with his timetable.
DAY THREE
Clank, Clank, Clank....
Erin slowly woke up as the sun tried to fight its way through the covered up windows and dirt.
“You…. you…. you look so-so-so-so-so lovely in the morning. Eyes like wide pools of love, dancing in a midnight dream. I-I-I want to swim in them and feel you.” He said, making Erin cringe as he opened the gate.
It was impossible to stand using both feet, but she managed to get her good foot out and she kicked him square in the face, the mask covering him moved slightly and she caught sight of what looked like dirty brown hair.
“YOU BITCH!” He screamed his voice dropping an octave. “YOU MADE ME DO THIS!”
”Crucio” He yelled as he pointed his wand at Erin, she dropped to the ground screaming in pain. She’d never felt anything like, the pain was the worst thing she’d ever felt, it made the broken bones feel like basically a tickle, nothing more.
This was different though. The third day she barely remembered anything from it. It was mostly a string of pain and muttered apologies and water getting thrown on her telling her that sweating that much shouldn’t be acceptable or something like that. Erin couldn’t keep it all straight and she couldn’t keep anything in. She finally passed out after dry heaving for what felt like the millionth time.
DAY FOUR
“Wake up my bride! Today is the day I get to have you, you will behave won't you? For I love you so and I need you to be good today.” He said, and for the first time she saw his face… Brown hair, almost innocent looking brown eyes, and a face that looked more childish than anything else. Erin blinked as she looked at the face of the man who had kidnapped her, tortured her, broken all the boundaries that she wanted.
She’d spent so much time trying to think about what this creep might look like, that when she finally saw him she quickly moved backwards trying to get away from him. It was disgusting, it was horrifying. He had a scar on his chin and his expressions terrified her when he looked at her as if he was going to be able to take her clothing off with just a look, than again he seemed decently powerful…
“I will never be your bride.” Erin spat out at him as she narrowed her eyes into a glare. “You can do whatever you want to me, but I will never be yours, never in the sense that you want. I will never, ever want anything to do with you.” She really shouldn’t had said that, but there was no way Erin wouldn’t try and say something, do something, fight… Erin couldn’t take it.
“You will my b-b-b-bride. You will…. Come, we are getting you dressed and ready.” Erin cringed at his words, but he used his wand pulling her out of the cage.
The day started with a forced shower where he kept her locked and used charms to clean her hair and her body. The water stung, she felt exposed and the level of fear she’d felt had grown again as she finally was put in undergarments and her hair was charmed dry. He spent time making her up as if she were a doll, Erin tried to fight as best she could, it usually lead to another form of pain, he didn’t want to do anything that would hurt the way she looked, so it was all blood boiling for a moment, forced headaches, anything that would not leave a mark on her skin.
Finally she was forced into the shoes he’d decided for her, heels, white, the dress white with lace and yellow ribbons it looked as though it should be in a fairytale. Everything was like he was trying to make her a princesses in a fairytale and and he was the price… He was far from a price.
“Come my dear, you must walk… walk to me as we join as one.” Erin had no choice, he used his wand to force her forward, it was impossible to walk with a broken foot but it was dragged along as she pushed forward.
When she finally got up to him she waited, she waited and watched knowing she was probably 30-45 minutes away from being raped.
“You are my everything,” he started with his vows. “I feel a need to be inside you every second, but I have been good, I’ve waited to our wedding day, when-when-when my body wants something so different, so different that it hurts me, that it hurts me that I can’t just have you right now, that we can be one.”
Erin bit back a sob as she tried to slowly reach behind her and grab a candlestick that she could use to hit him with, or anything. Her fingers had just wrapped around it when she saw a shadow move outside one of the windows. She forced her face to show nothing other than the fear she’d been showing the whole time.
He noticed a change in her eyes though and looked behind him, that was when she took the candle stick and slammed it as hard as she possibly could against his head. He hadn’t wanted to tie her hands up, because she had to hold the flowers, and one hand was broken already, it was a mistake, an oversight and Erin used it.
“HEEEEEEELLLLP” She screamed out with fury as he stumbled backwards. Erin lifted the dress knowing she wanted the shoes off, she could barely walk as it was, and the shoes didn’t help. As she tried she fell down and started to crawl as best she could, but he was on top of her before she got very far.
“YOU ARE RUINING OUR WEDDING YOU BITCH!” He screamed and quickly muttered something about who he was sorry he called her a bitch but seconds later the windows burst around them and she saw figures coming in.
His wand pressed against her back as he pinned her to the ground. “If I can’t have her no one will.” He said on repeat a few times, almost as though if he were trying to gain the strength to do what he felt he needed to do, which was to kill her.
She felt the wand move away from her back and she tried to scramble away “Av-”, she heard him start, but he never finished. Erin didn’t really know what happened but he was blasted off of her and was flown into the cage, the way he fell he must have snapped his neck or been knocked out because he didn’t move again.
Erin scrambled away on her knees as more Aurors flew in. Someone came up to her and tried to touch her but she swung one of the heels that had been discarded as unfit at whomever it was striking their arm.
“It’s over.” A voice came, soft, trying to be comforting. Her eyes flickered up and she saw an auror she’d met a few times, one of the ones that had been working the case from the start. “We need to get you out of here and to St. Mungo’s. Can we do that.” He said as Erin looked through her tears. Her whole body was shaking, she couldn’t speak, she just nodded.
Medi-witches and wizards came flying in next, at least it seemed like they’d flown in. They didn’t talk to her, just about her.
“She has multiple broken bones.” One said as they looked at her foot. “Some burns it looks like…”
“She’s been tortured.” Another one said and silence fell over the group.
“We need to get her to St. Mungo’s now.” The first one said.
They moved her onto something cold, and she faintly heard something from another auror. “Bastard is dead…”
And Erin passed out.