... (viciouscalm) wrote in the_dome, @ 2014-01-13 06:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | #group-scene, 04-17-2017, avery, lily, wesley |
Trust Me
Who: Wes, Avery, and Lily
Where: Wes’s house
When: Evening
Lily woke with a start. She wasn’t sure if she was sleeping or had passed out from some kind of injury, but it took several minutes for her vision to come back into focus which communicated to her she had probably suffered from the latter. Everytime she came to, she had the dimmest glimmer of hope that all of this had been a horrendous nightmare. That she’d open her eyes to find Lochlan laying beside her, man or wolf, that Princess would be curled up on the other side of her, and that everything was normal. Completely fine. But it wasn’t. In fact, it was far from that fantasy. She was still tied up in this fucking basement, she and Avery were still being tormented by this maniac, and she lost hope more and more by the day that they were going to make it out of this alive. She didn’t let onto that, though. She needed to keep what hope in Avery alive that she could, and she wouldn’t give fuckface the satisfaction of knowing he had nearly broken her. She shifted her arms upwards so that she could stand, her muscles aching more than she ever thought possible and her skin burning with such sharp, shearing pain. The wounds she had weren’t healing well, and she was fairly confident that infection would be the end of her if that sick fuck wasn’t. “Avery?” Her voice was hoarse, nearly unrecognizable as she spoke.
Avery had no idea what time it was. The little bit of light from the tiny window in the basement was dim, so she was guessing it was dusk, or close to it. She was exhausted and feeling sick, but her stomach had emptied hours ago, and it wasn't like Wes was feeding them or anything. The blood smeared on her face earlier had dried, but she could still smell it every now and then, which sent nausea rising all over again. Everything was just... miserable. She had tried to wake Lily a few times, but the other woman was out, and the only way Avery assured herself that Lily was still alive was to stare at the woman's chest ot make sure she was still breathing.
After awhile, Avery closed her eyes. She was trying not to think about how no one was there to save them yet. She knew it had to be hard, because they were locked up in a stranger's basement, but she continued to hope that Lochlan and Patrick's senses would lead them there. So far though... the only sounds Avery had heard were Wes's footsteps above them. At the sound of Lily's voice, Avery opened her eyes and turned her gaze to see Lily was awake. Thank god. "Yeah," she managed, her own voice weary. "Are you okay?" she asked, well aware that Lily wasn't. She needed medical attention, and Avery knew it didn't bode well for her if her wounds were left unattended to.
Lily let out a small breath of relief when Avery responded, relaxing against the pole she was tied to as much as she could. Not surprisingly, it wasn't very much. "How are you holding up?" She slowly turned her head to look out the one window they had, noting the time of day. She shifted her attention back to Avery, trying to determine if anything had happened to her. She didn't want to ask because, even though they were surrounded by this hell hole, she didn't want to make Avery think about any more than she had to. "They're going to be here any second. I know they will be." She didn't really know that, but she needed Avery to believe it. She needed to keep her strong.
Avery might have laughed at Lily's first question if she could have mustered the energy. Because one, how would anyone hold up in this kind of situation, and two... her arms were behind held up, literally. It was something she would have found funny under any other circumstance. Just not this one. "I'm okay," Avery murmured. She hoped Lily was right in that their families were coming, but doubt was starting to creep in. If she could just get her ties loosened, she wouldn't need Lochlan to save them. Her wrists were already chafed and sore, but she tried to pull at the ties again anyway, grimacing at the pain. Exhaling slowly, Avery shifted and looked over at Lily again, trying not to stare at the blood staining her shirt. "What's the first thing you're going to do when we get out of here?"
Lily watched Avery try to loosen herself from her binds and frowned when she exhibited only pain instead. She would give anything to be able to just get her out and away from this safely. She let out a soft chuckle, one that only lasted about half a second at her question; she appreciated her directing their conversation to some type of future where they were alive. "Give your brother the biggest hug in the world. Then drink this memory out of my life for good." She gently nodded her head upwards. "What about you?"
"Is it weird that I'd probably say the same thing?" Avery closed her eyes briefly, wishing she could sleep. Like, really sleep. Deep, restful sleep where she felt safe. The creak in the floorboards above her had her eyes snapping open, however, and she looked over at Lily, trying to ignore the way her heart began to race. "If they're not going to find us, then we're going to just have to get out of here by ourselves. I just have to try to get him to untie me. So... just trust me okay?"
Lily shook her head in response to Avery’s question, not finding it odd in the slightest. Considering that the three of them were taken, it almost had her wondering if this was a personal attack against Lochlan.. but the psychopath upstairs hadn’t mentioned knowing Lochlan; in fact, he seemed to not know much of anything about him considering he was asking Avery questions about her family. Besides, Fiona was safe.. right? She was being paranoid. She turned her attention to Avery again, frowning at her words. “If anyone’s going to try to get untied, it should be me.. you shouldn’t be drawing unnecessary attention to you.” She shifted, eyes darting upwards when she heard movement above them. It made her feel sick to her stomach.
Avery huffed out a soft breath and shot Lily a look. “I know you want to protect me, Lily, but you’re hurt. Even if you get him to ignore me now, he won’t later.” After he did whatever he planned to do to Lily… Avery knew he wouldn’t just leave her down there tied up and unhurt until she starved to death. And he sure as hell wasn’t going to let him go. Avery licked her dry lips, then winced as she tasted the blood that had dried there from earlier. Her stomach protested, but Avery pushed through it. “Please…” she trailed off before her lips twitched into a small, faint smile. “I’m an O’Reilly, remember? I’m tougher than I look.”
Lily didn't like this for a second. She didn't want to just sit around while Avery did whatever she planned to do to get untied, it was too dangerous. That being said, she knew she was also next to useless in this state. Even if Lily did get untied, she wasn't sure how much she could do; she was starving, dehydrated, and the infection that seemed to be setting into her wounds took a lot out of her. She sighed, unable to produce any kind of smile with Avery's words like she would in any other kind of scenario. "Okay.." She forced the words out, her raspy voice trailing off towards the end. Her head bobbed downwards momentarily before she came to again, pulling down with her wrists in an effort to wake herself up. She clenched her jaw and nearly growled at the pain, eyes shifting down to the floor.
Avery inhaled deep, watching Lily nearly fall away again. Maybe this was a bad idea, but if it worked, if it got Lily free, then... that was worth it. Lochlan cared about her, and Avery wasn't sure she could handle watching Lily die when there could have been something she could have done. If they were going to die, then Avery was going to make damn sure they died putting up a fight. When the basement door opened, Avery looked at the steps, watching the feet come into view, and then Wes. He had a knife in his hand, which made her sick, but she kept her expression calm.
Wes was thinking it was time to clean out the basement. He'd had Avery and Lily for a couple days now, and he wanted to get rid of them before they began to stink up his house. Lily would go first, since he had no doubt her wounds were probably infected. But the blonde had been a good sport, so he would have plenty of fun with her before she died. A quick glance told him Lily was hovering a bit between consciousness and passing out. And Avery was simply watching him. He smiled at her. "Sleep well?"
Avery arched a brow, feigning nonchalance despite her heart racing. "Don't touch her," she said, her eyes dropping to the knife before they rose back to his face. "She's barely alive as it is."
Cocking a brow, Wes readjusted his grip on his knife and took a few steps in front of Avery before crouching down in front of her. "Don't worry... it's your turn this time. I don't want to play favorites."
She was sure to look fearful then and she drew her knees up, despite the pain that shot through her muscles. "Is this how you do it with everyone? You have to tie them up to torture them? Don't like a fight, huh? Afraid someone like me will get one over on you?"
Wes sighed and reached over to brush some of Avery's limp, greasy hair behind her ear. "You sound like Eily... she wanted to fight me too." He paused and then grinned. "You want to give me a go? It didn't work out for her, but she was bleeding pretty profusely, so she couldn't really give me much of a challenge."
Avery felt her stomach go cold, and she had to literally bite her tongue from asking if Eily was dead. She didn't want to know the answer. Couldn't know it, not right then. It might cripple her before she could do anything. But she had an opening, and she had to take it. "I think... I think you're too much of a pathetic coward to let me," she said, her voice trembling. "I'd kick your ass."
Releasing a loud laugh, Wes studied Avery before he looked over at Lily. "What'd you think, sweetheart? You want to watch? You've probably been getting pretty bored down here... want some excitement before it's all over?"
Lily heard Wes faintly, but she had been fading in and out for a moment. Once she finally came to fully, she caught sight of him crouching before Avery and instinctually moved forward to try and get him away from her. She had to quietly calm herself when she remembered Avery's plea to trust her, anger fueling her. She shouldn't have to do this, she shouldn't have to be worrying about any of this. She clenched her jaw, on the verge of muttering every profanity under the sun that she knew at him, but held her tongue. If she agreed too quickly, he surely would be suspicious. Arguing with him seemed the best option and the one she really wanted to do. "She's just a kid, you fucking asshole."
Wes tilted his head at her, shooting her an exasperated look, as if she should know him better after the time they spent together. "She's not a kid, honey, she's... what, eighteen?" He glanced back at Avery but didn't bother waiting for an answer. "If she's anything like Eily, she's probably feisty. You know I like my girls feisty." Using his knife, Wes reached up and began to cut through the rope holding her wrists together. "Feisty, and dehydrated and weak. Should be quite a show."
Avery wished she felt stronger. She knew she would only have a few seconds to do what she needed and she sent up a prayer to whatever God might exist that she got it done before he killed her. "It's okay Lily," Avery said hoarsely. The second the ropes were loose enough for her to move her wrists, Avery breathed in and mustered up as her remaining strength - which sadly, wasn't much - and cried out loudly before kicking her leg out and up. Her shoe connected with Wes's groin. It was pure luck that he had been crouching like that in front of her. Her punches would suck, but she at least had some power in her leg. Wes was obviously taken by surprise, because he dropped the knife and doubled over, holding his groin with a groan of pain. Avery tugged her hands through the loosened rope, still crying out from the agony shooting through her. Then she rolled away, crawled for a second and forced herself to her feet.
She had no idea how she did it. Her knees felt like rubber and she nearly collapsed, but maybe it was the adrenaline that pushed her on. She hurried behind Lily, panting as tears from the wracking her body slid down her cheeks. She began to loosen the ropes with her shaking fingers, suddenly wondering why she hadn't grabbed the knife Wes had dropped. "Goddamit," she whispered, looking around Lily to see Wes getting to his knees, picking up the knife as he did so.
"Stupid. Bitch," he growled angrily. Avery felt the ropes began to pull and loosen and she leaned in as closely to Lily's shoulder as she could.
"Wait until he's distracted before you pull your hands out," she whispered before hurrying away from Lily and running toward the steps. She wasn't fast, and she felt like she might vomit again, but if she could get upstairs, or get him to take her upstairs, Lily could get loose. It wasn't the best plan, but she hadn't had much time, and she was too tired and mentally exhausted to think it through any further. Wes released a howl of rage and caught up to her before she hit the second step. He grabbed her hair, tugging her hair back and prompting a scream from Avery's lips. And then there was intense, burning pain in her side, near her stomach.
Looking down, Avery saw Wes's knife as he pulled it back out of her body. Well... fuck. He had actually stabbed her. Shocked and feeling numb, Avery collapsed on the step. Wes picked her up quickly, tossing her over his shoulder, ignoring the blood that ran down his t-shirt and arm. He pointed at Lily with his knife. "You're fucking next. Enough of this bullshit." And then he started back up the stairs, carrying Avery with the intent of finally getting rid of her before she bled out all over his house.
Lily watched Avery as her binds were loosened, perking up when she kicked him right where it hurt. "Go, go, go!" She hissed the words as she hesitated to get Lily loose too, finding that even more than her own safety, she wanted Avery to get out and away from this hell hole. She saw Wes get up and did her best to stop him with any kicks she could muster, but he was too far away to make contact. Her heart was racing, turning her head and shifting around the pole only to be greeted by the sight of Avery dropping to the floor, blood pouring from her. She felt her breath catch in her throat and tears overpowered her eyes as she pulled roughly at the ropes that held her to the pole behind her. She screamed out of frustration and pain, watching as the fucker disappeared with Avery thrown over his shoulder as if she were just trash. Looking upwards, she pulled at her binds again until she was able to get just enough wiggle room to slip through. Her eyes widened once her hands were back at her sides, wincing at the sharp pain that burned through her skin from the last pull and her stiff muscles. She took hurried steps to the door as quietly as she could, trying to listen and determine where he was in the house, if he was there at all. She didn't see a weapon on the way, but maybe there was a chance Avery was alive.
She slowly took the steps, holding her side that radiated with so much pain that it was nearly debilitating. She made it up the stairs then glanced around, not seeing or hearing anyone. The house actually looked pretty normal, which was terrifying. How many people were there like this in here? "Avery?" She kept her voice hushed but urgent, realizing it was stupid to make noise when she didn't have a weapon. It took some time, but she eventually managed to get to the kitchen and find herself a long, large butcher knife. She held it tightly, gripping it so hard that her knuckles were turning white as she continued moving through the house with dim hope that she'd find Avery alive and that they could get out together.
Wes returned home annoyed after dumping Avery's body in the woods. He was covered in her blood, his groin was still throbbing from where she kicked him, and he was just... finished. He hadn't even been able to cut her up the way he wanted to. Stupid whore. Walking in through the back door to the kitchen, Wes slammed the door shut and moved to stomp back down the stairs to the basement. He wasn't going to fuck around with Lily. He was just going to bash her head against the concrete until the life faded from her eyes. At least that would help him relieve some of the rage that had been building up.
He only got halfway down the stairs when he noticed Lily was missing, the rope laying in a heap on the floor. Screaming a multitude of obscenities, Wes hurried back up the stairs and began to move with purpose through his house, looking for her. The front door was still locked, so he knew she hadn't left. "Sweetheart," he yelled, the affectionate term offset by the barely controlled anger in his voice.
Lily was patrolling the last room she could find when the yell reached her ears. She winced, turning around and forcing the knife in front of her as if he would appear out of thin air. She had a flurry of emotions coursing through her veins, anger and revenge seeming to be the one that dominated the rest of them. What he had done to Avery, all that he had put them through, she wanted him to pay for it; if she could just get outside and get help, Lochlan and her brothers could ensure he’d never see the light of day again. Getting out was the hard part, though. She moved towards the window, trying to get it open but found it wouldn’t budge. Great. Her breathing picked up slightly as she tried to move quietly across the way, searching for another exit strategy since she doubted he would just let her waltz through the front door.
Wes entered the last room, toward the back of the house. He was starting to panic, just a little, with the thought that she might have gotten away. But the front door had been locked from the inside, and he doubted she ran out the back and was thoughtful enough to close up behind her. Inside the room, which at first glance was empty, Wes was silent as he listened for any noise to potentially give away her hiding spot. His eyes ticked to the closet and he walked with slow, deliberate steps to the door. She had to be in there. He could practically smell her fear. Reaching out, he hesitated once before grabbing the knob and tugging it open. And his lips curved when she came into view. It was then he realized he hadn't brought a weapon, but that was okay, because his hands could do just as much damage as anything else.
Lily could hear Wes’ footsteps as he entered the room and she hoped beyond all hope that he would just turn and walk right back out the door. Of course, that wasn’t what happened at all. She acted without thinking when he flung open the closet door, his smirk nauseating her. She didn’t scream or cry or try to run even, she simply lunged forward with the knife in hand and attempted to sink the kitchen blade hard into his stomach, his chest, anywhere she could get to him before he had a chance to hurt her. She didn’t have time to try to talk him out of this, things were far too gone for that.
Wes's first instinct was to reach up and grab a fistful of her hair. Then he would drag her out and beat her until the life faded from her eyes. That had been his plan anyway. But then there was pain, and shock and Wes stared at Lily, as if unable to comprehend what she had just done. How had she even had the energy to do it? But he had a knife buried deep in his chest, and before he could even part his lips to speak - his mouth was filling up with blood anyway - Wes collapsed onto the floor, his eyes rolling up as life faded from him instead.
Lily had almost as shocked of an expression as Wes, surprised she had even mustered the strength or courage to do what she had done. She stared at him as blood pooled in his mouth, dropping to the floor along with him. Before she could fully comprehend what she was doing, her hands were wrapped around the handle of the knife again. She had pulled with all her might to remove it from him, plunging it into his body again and repeated the process several more times. Every part of her body ached and an inconceivable amount of tears were shed before she let out a loud cry and pushed herself back from him. He was dead, yet she didn't feel any better. She didn't feel safer, she didn't feel avenged, she didnt feel relief; she didn't feel anything but anger and pain and some odd sense of remorse.
She stayed there for a long time, breathing, staring, and battling with an impending numbness that had seemed to take hold of both her body and emotions. Finally, she stood. She made her way out of the house with her arm holding her side, wincing as sunlight hit her eyes. She didn't feel the warmth of the sun or smell the freshness of the air as she slowly moved forward. She thought she saw Lochlan's figure moving in the not so far distance, but she wasn't sure if it was just her imagination or if it really were reality. She pushed herself to move as quickly as she could, arms extended for him regardless if he was real or not, hope slowly overpowering the previous invading numb.