Subject: The Night Daphne and Daniel met. Where: Daniel's surgery/home - BACKDATED TWO YEARS AGO. Who: Daphne Lovering Warnings: Blood and some violence in initial post, medical mumbojumbo. Open to: Daniel Perkins
There wasn't a moment to lose. Daphne had to get out of there or she was going to be caught, arrested and executed without a second thought. It wasn't her fault! How had he found out? Had she been too careless? Had someone betrayed her and gave the man information? It all didn't matter now, the deed was done and there was nothing she could do to take it back. Her leg was throbbing, her head getting lighter and dizzier as the moments ticked on by. Trying to stay calm, she exited the house through the back servant's entrance and made her way around the house and through the alley to the dimly lit street. That's where she saw the blood on her skirts. So much for making this easy.
*** Daphne stood in the man's study, pretending to clean as she tried looking for any information that she could relay to her boss. Sifting through the waste basket, hunched over by the burning fireplace, she read the papers that had been balled up and thrown away, incase they held anything important.
"I don't think that is any of your business.. although I am amused that you can read." Daphne jumped. When had he come in? Had she been so consumed over what she was doing that she hadn't heard the door creak or him enter the room? The blood drained from her face as she turned to look at him. Her lips had barely parted to give a reason or appology before he was across the room pushing her up against the wall. "Useless peice of shits like you don't deserve an education. All you are good for is what I am going to take from you now." That's when he kissed her. He kissed her to the point that she tasted iron, then knowing that he had made her lip bleed.
Daphne struggled with all her might as he pushed up her skirts. She bit his tongue and when he reared back to yelp, Daphne spit in his face. She was not going down without a fight. Punching him and slipping out from his grasp, she made it halfway across the room before she was tackled to the floor, her face slamming into the rug before she was turned over and shown a long, very sharp knife. She watched in horror as he cut open her under garmets and deliberately cut a long deep slash along her inner left thigh. It hurt more than anything she had ever experienced in her life, but she didn't make a sound. That would only satisfy him.
"You try anything again, and it will be your throat next." As he fucked her and grunted like the pig that he was, the fury inside her only grew. A plan formed in her mind and it played out exactly as she had wanted it to. Soon after he rolled off of her onto the rug, he was passed out. Quietly, and as if she wasn't in any pain at all for it had vanished, she carefully retrieved the knife from his fist, and without any hesitation, slit the man's throat ear to ear. He sputtered and gurgled as blood spewed everywhere. Daphne stood and wiped her face with her sleeve before realizing she needed to get out of there. Now.
Straightening herself as much as was possible, Daphne entered the street. She tried to walk normally, but her thigh was now killing her. A couple passed by, hardly noticing her before stopped them and asked if they knew where the nearest doctor was. The woman gasped in shock and the man gave her a dirty look as he escorted his obviously stunned partner away. Several other people did much the same until she came upon a young, very respectable looking man.
"Sir.. Please, I need your help. Could you.." she sighed, her eyelids beginning to sag. She needed to ask him this. "Could you point me to the... nearest doctor.. please?"