Little bit 7 and 37
She couldn't remember there being an alternative to this way of life. Perhaps at one point there was a sliver hope, she could find another way but by then he was too powerful and the resistance was dying. The agreement was she could see Maggie and Joe if they married and she suppressed her powers so she couldn't get the jump on him. Her visits with the kids were limited to an hour a day. Less if she had been bad. Sometimes the punishment was a swift slap in the face other times her knees were dripping with blood after being made to clean the floors. If she behaved a certain way he'd drag her by her hair to a bathtub of ice water and tell her if she was going to behave like a cold fish than that's where she belonged the next day of course she'd be too sick to see the children. At the end of the day that was the real torture the one thing that kept her alive being taken away from her. Somedays, as a twisted game he'd take them all to the perimeter, snatch one of the children's favorite toys and throw it over the line. Of course the children would cry but he'd just hug them and tell them their mommy will get it if they loved them knowing very well the shock from the collar would kill her. Then he'd tsk saying "See mommy doesn't love you enough to get your teddy" and fetch it himself. It was cruel and humiliating and reduced her to tears each time.
There was a spot on the grounds she could cross the perimeter freely. She waited for him to fall asleep and tip-toed out of the bedroom and down the stairs and outside past the slave quarters. If any of them saw her they’d never tell. What would be the point they were trapped there too. She kept walking in the moonlight until she could hear the waves from the ocean. There she stood close to the edge of the cliff above the jagged rocks below her.
She could jump, she could simply fall, she could ease herself down and simply let go. She’d never clear the rocks, not unless she sprouted wings but that wasn’t the point. Maybe tonight was the night. She had been telling herself she was doing this for the twins and staying alive for them but what was the point anymore. She was starting to feel like she had died a long time ago. Was she really staying strong for them? Was a woman smelling of piss because her husband never told her she was allowed to go to the bathroom really what she wanted them to remember? This wasn’t strength this was submission for what purpose? For maybe an hour a day under careful surveillance with the only thing good in her life? She couldn’t go on like this much longer, maybe tonight was the night.
((I did write it with the thought of some sort of House of M dystopia happening where Pietro has lost his damn mind but I left it kinda vague her captor could be anyone mutant or human. maybe the slaves are all war criminals. Comment either as her captive or friend/undercover lovah!))