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| A Goddess In Chains- Isis's Daily Torture | |
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| thetotalsimsgeek | Jul 26 2014, 03:20 AM Post #1 |
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Saad's mother always used to regale us with tales of her two college roommates when my friends and I were young teenagers that were looking towards the future. The two girls she shared a dorm with for all four years were insane- one accidentally ran a cat over, so they brought it home and tried to bring it back to life by sticking it in the freezer, and then putting it in the oven (needless to say, it didn't turn out well). She would always tell us how much grief her roommates caused her and how much she hated them. "If you ever get stuck like roommates like that," she'd warn, eyeing us all in turn. "Get the h3ll out of there!" Then she'd remember not to swear in front of us (even though we already knew the swears) and she'd apologize repeatedly as my friends and I went into hysterics. As I stand pressed up against the door of the study, I remember her words, and wish I could follow them. I'm trapped with two roommates I hate with every fiber of my being, but I can't take her advice. If I "get the h3ll out" then they'll kill everyone left that I care about. As great at giving advice as my best friend's mother was, there's no way she can help me out of this one. "Isis, look at me," Quinton Faye whines, but his brown eyes are laughing at me. "Yes, Isis. Be the sweet girl we know you are," Marcus, my uncle (oh, how I hate that I'm related to that bastard) mocks from where he sits in a cushy armchair straight from the Victorian era. The whole house reeks of the Victorian era because Marcus wants Eve Magna to like him. I bring my green eyes up to meet Quinton's and he smiles at me, but it's not a kind smile. It's a "haha-I-win" smile. "Much better," he coos, cupping his hand under my chin and studying my face. I jerk my head away and scowl at him. "Marcus, she isn't doing what I want," Quinton complains to Marcus. I cross my arms protectively as I eye the tall, dark-haired vampire that comes to stand in front of me. "She isn't?" Marcus says coldly. "What a shame…" His hand moves so fast I never see it coming. His fist rams into my face and I smash against the door and slide to the ground. My hands fly up to my nose instinctively, leaving my stomach and chest open to attack. Marcus kicks me hard, and his vampiric strength make it terribly painful. I gasp for air and plead for him to stop, but he doesn't. Quinton in laughing, and using his magic to multiply the pain. Marcus yanks my to my feet. "Will we behave now?" He asks, his voice rich with fake sweetness. "Yes," I murmur numbly. I'm bleeding and I'll be covered with bruises tomorrow. "I'm glad," he responds as he tightens his grip on my arm. "But I'm afraid you're punishment for misbehavior is incomplete." "No!" I screech, but it's too late. Marcus glances over at Quinton. "Kill one of her friends… how about…. Mustafa?" "Please, no," I sob. "You already killed Saad and Samheed for protecting me! Please, Marcus! I'll do anything!" "Too late," my uncle chuckles emotionlessly. Quinton murmurs a word in Ancient Simlish, and suddenly, Mustafa's scream pierces my head, so loud I'm in pain. I bite my lip to keep from letting out a noise of agony. Mustafa is dead now. I know it. Quinton is laughing wickedly again. I hate them both so much. I hate the way that Marcus hits me and uses me for his supply of blood. I hate the way Marcus badmouths my parents, friends, and family. I hate the way Quinton thinks it's okay to touch me. I hate the way how Quinton talks about me and my mother- his voice full of lust. I hate both of them so badly, but I don't dare voice my hatred. Marcus sinks his bloodstained fangs into my neck, and starts to drink my golden blood. I'm in so much pain when he releases me, wipes his mouth, and then leaves with a smirk. Quinton kisses my cheek. "Aw, don't be sad, my lovely goddess. Your mother gave you such a beautiful face, and I'd hate for it to be ruined. You have that awful scar-" here he shudders- "but luckily it's hard to see." I don't say anything, but I mentally curse him for mentioning my mother. My mother, who've I been told was kind, beautiful, and smart, was an object of this vile wizard's affection. She turned him down, though, and chose my father over him. He kisses my jawline. "Smile for me," he murmurs. "Come on, beautiful goddess. Smile." I manage a small smile, and he chuckles as he wraps his arm around my waist. I can't fight back. I'm exhausted from having my blood sucked and being beaten, and I don't want someone else to get hurt. "Don't be sad," he whispers in my ear. My eyes slide over to the clock and I find the excuse for me to escape. "Work!" I blurt. "I have to go to work or my coworkers will come looking. I've never missed a day." Quinton releases me, laughing. "Alright, my lovely goddess. But I'll be waiting when you return home." He leaves, slamming the door behind him, and I hear his cruel laughter all the way down the hallway. I crumple to my knees. I can feel tears build up behind my eyes, but I don't cry. I have to get to work. Maybe I can work overtime and avoid Quinton again. He goes out at night with Marcus to the clubs in town. I don't want to know what they do. I sigh as I stand and head towards the front door. Today was a good day, at least. I grab my bag and head out the door, and then I break into a run, enjoying the rush of air across my face and the illusion of freedom. Edited by thetotalsimsgeek, Aug 22 2014, 11:33 PM.
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