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bonnie bennett knows what death looks like (thatwitch) wrote in wariscoming,

She had been conserving her energy for the past day, not fighting whatever the witches were doing to her. She went with it all, doing her best to keep as much hope and positive energy as she could within her. Bonnie had no idea why she was so certain, but something big was going to happen. Her friends were going to come for her and when they did, she wanted to be ready to help them fight these evil bitches. "Aw, what's wrong, Bonnie? Don't you want to scream for me today?" Abigail asked, crouching down outside of Bonnie's cage, to the level she was curled up on. The older witch trailed her fingers over the bars, clicking her tongue at the younger woman. "You scream so pretty. You'll scream for us when we kill you, won't you?" She cackled, and reached through the bars to grab Bonnie's hair. Abigail forced her face up against the bars with a harsh clang. "Come on, Bon Bon! Scream for me!"

Bonnie held back a whimper, eyes momentarily closing against the pain. But when she opened them, they were bright and shining with defiance. "Fuck you, hag," she said instead, voice hoarse. Then she spit in Abigail's face, smirking triumphantly.

Abigail screeched, letting Bonnie go, who took the opportunity to scuttle back against the far side of the cage and away from Abigail. "I'm going to enjoy draining you," Abigail seethed, standing up as she wiped at her face. "When we peel your skin back from your muscles and drain your energy until you're just a shell, you just remember we gave you a chance to join us."

Bonnie didn't bother with a reply, content to just glare before she closed her eyes. She was going to kill Abigail and Bonnie was sure of that as she was sure of anything. The evil witch huffed and walked off, leaving the room they were keeping Bonnie in. They were in a house just outside of Lawrence that seemed abandoned from the outside, but housed a coven of witches more than occasionally. It was warded with powerful magic, so the second the rescue party arrived, a pulse went through the house to make everyone aware that there was company coming.

When the pulse occurred, Bonnie opened her eyes and smiled. Her friends were here.