Mack Talbot

humanmackx:

Mack squeezed her hand when she reached for it and sighed in relief. Glad that Violet was showing any kind of reaction. She shook her head at her words before she placed a soft kiss against her throat. “Fuck what you’re supposed to be. Fuck what they want. You can be whoever the fuck you want to be. This is your life. They think that they own it now but they don’t.” She said with conviction. She rarely cursed but this time she thought it was fitting.

Maybe it was the tenderness of the kiss, or maybe it was the shock of hearing Mack curse, that set Violet’s heart racing and pushed her into action. This wasn’t right. She wasn’t supposed to be doing this. She tore her hand out of Mack’s and shoved away from the girl, skidding frantically along the floor until her back hit the edge of her cot with a painful thud. “You can’t say things like that, Mack,” she hissed shakily. “It doesn’t work like that here. This is what we want, this is what we deserve, and if… they’ll beat us if we… I don’t want ‘em to hurt me anymore, please, I finally… I finally understand, you have to understand, Mack, please…”

Mack frowned and hissed in pain when Violet tore her hand away and pushed her back. She shook her head, as tears gathered in her eyes. "This is not what we deserve. That what you've told me. You gave me hope again, when I thought I was lost. Don't let them break you. I know you are stronger than that." She said seriously, as she staid in her spot and let her tears fall. "Violet please." She whispered.

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humanmackx:

“Then don’t get beat. Don’t raise your voice, don’t fight them, but don’t lose yourself. We still have each other.” She said softly. “I’d rather go to hell than let you lose yourself after you protected me.” She whispered.

She shook her head in thought, in sadness. “I think…” She was struck by a feeling of incredible loneliness that tightened her throat. Her hand found Mack’s in a rare show of physical affection, desperate as she was for some sort of… anchor, maybe, or even just something familiar to hold onto as she fell. Her fingers laced through the other girl’s loosely. “It isn’t… I’m not losin’ myself. I just… think I was always supposed to want this. Like I was always supposed to be like this. Or-or somethin’, I don’t…”

Mack squeezed her hand when she reached for it and sighed in relief. Glad that Violet was showing any kind of reaction. She shook her head at her words before she placed a soft kiss against her throat. "Fuck what you're supposed to be. Fuck what they want. You can be whoever the fuck you want to be. This is your life. They think that they own it now but they don't." She said with conviction. She rarely cursed but this time she thought it was fitting.

humanmackx:

Mack shook her head. “Hope is the only thing we have left in this place. If we lose hope, we lose ourselves. You’re stronger than this Vi. Don’t let them break you. This is what they want. Don’t give them that satisfaction.” She begged.

“Don’t you get it, Mack? We don’t have anything in this place. There’s no… there’s no runnin’ away. There’s no one comin’ to save us. And- and fightin’ against it doesn’t help us, it doesn’t hurt them, it just… make them mad. And gets us beat. I’m tired of gettin’ beat, Mack, I don’t wanna…” Her fists clenched in her lap. She might have cried, if she had any tears to spare after the past few days. Or if she had any emotion to spare, other than the cool, cruel defeat that tinted her every word.

"Then don't get beat. Don't raise your voice, don't fight them, but don't lose yourself. We still have each other." She said softly. "I'd rather go to hell than let you lose yourself after you protected me." She whispered.

humanmackx:

Mack closed her eyes as some tears ran down her cheeks. This was not the answer she wanted. She buried her face in Violet’s neck, soaking her skin with her tears. “Violet please. You’re the only hope I have left.” She whispered helplessly.

She could only clench her jaw at the closeness, at the tears she felt dampening her chilly skin. It was too hard. She’d learned it… she could hardly bear to remember what it had been like before. How stupid she’d been. And it was too hard to sit and listen to Mack trying to go on fooling herself. “It doesn’t matter,” she repeated. Her voice was softer, almost gentle if not for the rasp to it. “There’s… This is all there is. Hopin’ for things you’re not gonna get… It’s just a waste.”

Mack shook her head. "Hope is the only thing we have left in this place. If we lose hope, we lose ourselves. You're stronger than this Vi. Don't let them break you. This is what they want. Don't give them that satisfaction." She begged.

humanmackx:

Mack groaned as she sat up on her cot. She stood up and walked over to Violet before sitting down beside her. She rested her head on her shoulder and sighed. “Please don’t let them break you.” She whispered brokenly.

Violet stiffened instinctively at the sight of a body approaching her out of the corner of her eye, though she knew it was only Mack. At least, her weary muscles stiffened as much as they could, for as long as they could, before she went slack again. She offered little reaction otherwise, only watching the girl blankly before turning her attention back to her lap. “Doesn’t matter,” she repeated hollowly. Another time, she might have offered comfort. Before all this had happened. But what could she say? There was nothing she could say, nothing honest she could say, that might provide any sort of hope.

Mack closed her eyes as some tears ran down her cheeks. This was not the answer she wanted. She buried her face in Violet's neck, soaking her skin with her tears. "Violet please. You're the only hope I have left." She whispered helplessly.

humanmackx:

Mack was shocked at her words. “No…Violet you don’t mean that.” She whispered, trying to hold back her tears. “If you stop fighting…I don’t think I can keep fighting either. Please don’t give up.”

She thought of the rush of warmth she’d once felt toward Mack. The optimism, the purpose, when she’d promised to look out for her. But those sorts of things couldn’t survive here. Like a flame deprived of oxygen. All that existed here was coldness, and numb acceptance. “Don’t,” she warned quietly. That kind of talk could lead to action, and that kind of action could lead to punishment. And she could at least protect Mack from that. “Fightin’ isn’t… it won’t get you anywhere.”

Mack groaned as she sat up on her cot. She stood up and walked over to Violet before sitting down beside her. She rested her head on her shoulder and sighed. "Please don't let them break you." She whispered brokenly.

damian-myless-deactivated201701

Walking down the stairs to the dungeons, Dominic grinned, just the slightest. He was hungry, and bored; and those were the two combinations people, who knew him, had learned how to be cautious of. Especially now, when he was allowed to do as he pleased to at least two slaves. Slowly, he walked down, his shoes clicking just the slightest, the echo running through the occupied cells.

“And who wants to be my dinner and entertainment tonight?”

Mack heard the words and she couldn't help but flinch. She tried to not move too much, hoping that he wouldn't notice her. She was still in so much pain. She was human so she took a lot longer to heal than her supernatural collegues. Please don't pick me, she thought to herself.

humanmackx:

Mack nodded her head. “You’re right. It doesn’t matter. What’s done is done.” She mumbled quietly. “I can’t blame you for wanting to leave this god forsaken place.”

“That’s not what I wanted.” It was almost a reflex. A few days ago, she might have responded differently, but… god, it was all so mixed up now. She knew the words she was supposed to use. She didn’t know if that was what she actually meant. And she wasn’t sure that mattered much anymore. The next words came easily for her - as easily as they could, at least, through the pain. She’d heard them countless times the past few days. “They… it wasn’t gonna work. I knew it wouldn’t, I… just wanted to be punished.”

Mack was shocked at her words. "No...Violet you don't mean that." She whispered, trying to hold back her tears. "If you stop fighting...I don't think I can keep fighting either. Please don't give up."

humanmackx:

Mack sighed and nodded her head. “They did. 15 whiplashes.” She whispered back, she turned a little towards Violet and groaned as she moved. “If you think I blame you….I don’t.”

Fifteen lashes. The guards had told her something about that. Hadn’t they? They’d told her about the other slaves getting punished, at least, each time they’d came to her. It had been too much to much to bear at one point, but now she just felt hollow guilt. She didn’t even deserve to feel guilty. Not when this was what she’d wanted all along. Why else would she have gone through with an escape attempt, involved all these other slaves, when she’d known it wouldn’t work?

She wished Mack’s absolution could make her feel better. Or… did she? It seemed more like the ghost of a feeling, like a wish she’d had a long time ago. She didn’t wish for much of anything now. Maybe she wished for so much that it only felt like she wished for nothing. Maybe she wished Mack would blame her. “It doesn’t matter.”

Mack nodded her head. "You're right. It doesn't matter. What's done is done." She mumbled quietly. "I can't blame you for wanting to leave this god forsaken place."

humanmackx:

Mack was told about why she was punished and who was responsible for it. She knew that Violet took some part in it. But she couldn’t bring herself to blame her. How could she blame her for wanting to get out of this place? She couldn’t. She assumed that she got an even worse punishment than herself. “Are you okay?” She asked, her voice not sounding much better than Violet’s.

Was she? She curled her fingers weakly into the blanket. Every inch of her ached and stung, but… that was what she deserved. So that was okay. And inside, she just felt empty. Cold, and empty, and terrible. And that was probably okay, too. At least, it was easier. “They punished me,” she said finally, as if that answer could suffice. “It… and they punished you. Didn’t they?”

Mack sighed and nodded her head. "They did. 15 whiplashes." She whispered back, she turned a little towards Violet and groaned as she moved. "If you think I blame you....I don't."

violetclarke

Oh. It was Mack. Oh, god. Guilt washed over her, setting her head spinning for a moment. Mack hadn’t done a thing. Violet had told her she’d look out for her, and she got her punished. For a terrible moment, she thought about staying quiet, pretending she wasn’t there, pretending she was someone else. But it didn’t matter. None of it mattered. If the girl wanted to blame her, if she wanted to tell her off and hate her, it was what she deserved, right? “Hi, Mack.” Her voice crackled from her dry throat, weak and listless.

violetclarke:

Violet felt almost weightless, a guard on either side of her, their hands wrapped around her arms to carry her back to the cell. Her useless feet dragged and bounced along beneath her. Yes, she felt almost weightless, if not for the vice grip of pain blanketing her entire body. Her head lolled forward, chin banging against her chest. It had been… fuck, how long had it been? Hours? Days? She’d lost track of time after the third whipping. She wished she had the strength to tense against the pain, but her body was limp in the guards’ hands.

Water dripped down to the floor. She could just barely see it, unable to open her eyes more than a sliver from the exhaustion. Her hair was wet? A shaky breath left her lungs like fire. She remembered the water. What had it been? Some sort of waterboarding? No, that wasn’t right. It was… something with dunking. She could remember her face slamming into the water so fast and so hard that it felt quite solid indeed. No, it wasn’t that. It’d been ice. A thick layer of ice cubes floating atop the water. It had made it feel like her face was being slammed into a wall.

She barely had the strength to breathe, and she certainly didn’t have the strength to catch herself when the guards threw her back into her cell. She skidded across the floor until her back slammed into the wall. She barely flinched at the pain. What difference did it make to her, after all? Her back, her entire body, was already a mess of slashes and bruises, her tank top shredded and torn and wholly unable to cover it. Little more than a drop in a turbulent sea. Maybe that’s why they finally brought her back. She’d reached some ungodly threshold, and no torture method they had could beat her down any further.

As she lay shivering in pain, a trembling mantra looped through her mind. Your fault. Your fault. Your fault. It hadn’t worked, none of it had worked, and everybody had suffered because of what they’d done. What she’d done. She could still hear them telling her that, their voices coolly emotionless as they’d shackled her to a chair and beaten her until she didn’t have the strength to cry out. She wished she could pull herself to her cot, cover herself with her blanket and stay there until she withered to dust and blew away, but all she could do was tremble limply on the cold floor.

It was hard to discern how long she lay there, numb to the world, slipping in and out of consciousness and waiting for the strength to drag herself to her cot. Or waiting to die. If she could. But the former came to her first, as the pain began to ease just enough to give way to the terrible chill. Her muscles protested at the effort it took to drag her body across the floor, twitching and trembling the entire way, but she powered through.

She deserved it, after all.

Painfully, methodically, inch by inch, she shifted along the floor until she could reach the corner of the blanket hanging off the edge of her cot. It wasn’t until she had pulled herself into a vaguely upright position against the wall, the blanket draped haphazardly over her shoulders and piled into her lap, that she finally started to take notice of the sounds around her again. A voice, specifically. One that might have been directed toward her. Her cracked lips parted, preparing for words she couldn’t quite form. Defeated, she pressed them together once more, and dragged her empty gaze toward the voice.

Mack was lying in her cot, on her stomach, she couldn’t lay on her back right now, probably not for a couple of days. Those whiplashes left quite the mark on her back. The pain was still very much evident. Since she was blind she had developed a way higher tactile sense, which made every lash 10 times as bad as it would usually be. She didn’t make a sound during her punishment though, she wasn’t gonna give them that satisfaction. She didn’t know why she was being punished, she didn’t even do anything. She turned her head a little when she heard the sound of the cell opening and someone coming inside. “Violet?” She asked, her voice barely a whisper. She recognized her scent but somehow it was different.

Mack was lying in her cot as she woke up slowly. At least she thought she was awake, but she wasn’t sure, cause everything around her was silent. Completely silent. “What is happening?” She asked. She was sure she said those words but she couldn’t hear them. She was deaf. She let out a loud scream, trying to break through her deafness but it was no use.

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