Nadia Shacklebolt (shacklebolted) wrote in snitchers, @ 2017-12-23 11:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: nadia shacklebolt |
Who: Nadia and Evan
What: She's trying to.. IDK be nice, I guess.
Where: Rosier Manor
When: December 23rd, evening
Rating: I honestly have no idea
Nadia was trying her best just to make it through every day. Her depression and feelings of utter hopelessness were always bearing down on every part of her mind, telling her to just... end it. To get it over with, but she'd managed to, so far, keep most of it at bay. And while she was still being drugged, and was still on edge, every touch of her silk sheets against her skin as she went to bed making her shiver, every erotic sight making her groan gently, she was somehow, some way, getting used to it all. The abnormal was becoming routine, and Nadia just learned to go along with it in order to survive. Because that's what she was trying to do at this point, survive. Maybe one day to see her parents again, but at this point, she wasn't even sure she wanted to. The people who had once been her heroes now plagued her, making her question why they never came to her, why they never tried to rescue her. Because she could only come to two very real, very painful conclusions at this point: either they were dead, or they didn't care.
The first one was a far easier thing to believe, to hold onto, than the second. The second... just made her question herself. Made her wonder what she did wrong, or what she could have done different. And really, it got her no where.
And now, only 2 days before Christmas, her feelings of abandonment sunk in harder than ever. Of course, there had been a Christmas in captivity before this, but never knowing the date made things easier. Now, she couldn't exactly ignore it. She had spent the last several weeks leading up to it trying to keep herself busy, with one thing in particular. But she had finished it, and while she could have waited until actual Christmas to pass it along, Nadia found herself wandering barefoot down the hallways of the large, lavish house she lived in towards Evan's bedroom.
She wasn't even sure he'd be in, and if he wasn't, she'd just leave it on the foot of his bed for him to find later. His door was closed, and while it wasn't incredibly late, it was after dinner, and she wondered if he was off somewhere with his dark haired lady friend, or in his lab. Sighing she held her delivery a bit tighter to her chest, the paper crinkling, as she knocked softly on the dark wood door.