fleur captive.

EMH/Slenderverse focused sideblog for @antlurabbit

[pitytherabbit]

My master pulled me from my bed, ripped every curl from my head

𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐓; Independent, semi-selective, heavily private writing blog relaying the life and times of Violet, an original Slenderverse/EverymanHYBRID original character.

Held me down to strip me bare, said "Hell is real, I'll take you there"

Haunted by Cain﹙ They/it, Twenty5, EST ﹚+ inconsistent activity.

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he wants to fuck her hard, rough, ruin and wreck her.

the angry fire in his gut is willing but the body is weak, burnt out, exhausted. His voice is a fried rasp of poat-HABITS theatrical shouting, his own panting, and the feeling in his throat that's not, not, not, definitely not sorrow or shame and instead a rage, fury, swallowing the knot in his throat--

"not like him? you want me t'fuck ya all pissed off like I am? I ain't about to be lovey dovey. You gonna beg me to be gentle with you after..."

After you--

After he--

He swallows the acid down.

He paused for a moment, watches her catching her breath, her shoulders and ribcage expanding and shaking beneath him. He drags himself out, slowly, watches the tension building in her as she knows what's coming and he slams into her once, forces himself to bottom out into her. A heavy grunt as, God God God she feels amazing he wishes he wasn't so used and abused right now, wishes he could enjoy this properly. Wishes his body didn't feel like a raw flayed nerve ending. But he's gotta make her pay, make her cry. he pushes himself through the pain and lets out a shaky, exhausted grunt right at her ear.

Come on man, no pain no gain, told himself that a million times at the gym, right? Not sure if he's muttered it out loud to her in this moment.

[pitytherabbit]

"Please- Evan-" She rasps under him, cunt sore and aching, body already decorated with bruises. Finger prints and scratches down her hips, teeth marks on shoulders, breasts, anywhere he could have gotten his mouth on. The HABIT was no gentle lover. He was brutal in all ways, fucking her as torment, amusement, the first domino in a cascading fall that's led to this exact moment.

"Yer givin' him what he wants!" She nearly sobs. "S-set us both up- he set us both-hic-up!"

She loves Evan. Even now, she wants him more than anything. She wants his strong arms and his face in her hair and his words promising her that things are okay, somehow. His body against hers is the most right feeling she's ever felt, they slot together like puzzle pieces — but this isn't right. Not how she wants it to happen, not what she needs.

No pain, no gain.

She thinks about HABIT. She thinks about their shared past. She thinks about having her head held underwater and the mocking in his voice. All guts, no glory. Grow up weak or grow up tough. Those had been her options then and now, maybe they still were. Be fucking tough, she thinks, as she feels her soul slip from her body and cross the room.

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something something the arc vi and Evan go on in Evans mind From not just like "I hate her" but specifically the queerness of it

seeing vi as this slut that's helped take his happiness & peace from him / eventually she becomes this trophy/prize/idealized woman as they case each other across interations & then in candleverse she finally becomes this like Complex Human being in his eyes / I haven't quite decided on his gender sexuality journey but also God they're just so queer and he starts to love her in a deeper "I want this person to be by my side forever as a whole complex person" / uhhh the rest of this idea or story arc is kinda blurry and still being written but I just think Evans journey processing his Toxic Masculinity / mild Mysoginy / coming to terms w the various types of assault he's been thru but in parallel w his relationship w Vi.

Does this make sense please tell me this makes sense oh my god.

( @pitytherabbit mwah mwah mwah)

[pitytherabbit]

She'd wondered why he'd let her stay in bed, allowed her body to rest over his borrowed one. Usually, she'd be used and put aside, able to roam to her heart's content or locked away until he needed her again for something or other. It'd been so strange to fall asleep beside him, but she'd been too exhausted to reject it. Dealing with the aftermath had just been too much to so much as consider.

By the time she's pinned in place, she knows exactly why. Her immediate reaction is to panic and squirm, attempting to free herself of a grip she knows very well is too strong for her. She wants to know what's going on, still a little exhausted, still in pain, wondering who she's dealing with. When only silence comes to greet her, she knows. She knows.

"I'm sorry-" She whimpers and the words feel empty no matter how much guilt she fills them with. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry-"

Jury's out on the necessity of the apology, but her internal gallery of judgmental peers has already made their call. She did what she did — laid there and took it and tried to enjoy whatever she could therein. There lays her sin: trying to find something, anything to cling to in her disastrous life and hurting the only one she truly cared about in the process. All impulse and bad decisions, she is and always has been and very likely would always be.

"Evan," She gasps his name like she truly can't fucking breathe. "Please- Tha' hurts-"

And it's true. Not wholly the fault of his forceful rutting. HABIT liked to play rough with his toys. Liked to make her bleed when he fucked her, leave her tight cunt sore and raw. She's sure Evan's body isn't in much better shape, not after all the beating and screwing it'd been used for.

Of course he only gets the memories that paint her in the worst light. Natural that he never see the snot crying, the pleading, the way she misses him when he's not around. The way she misses him right now as her skull cracks against the headboard, worsening a pre-existing ache.

"Nnno- nonono- please, not like him-"

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[pitytherabbit]

Habit and Violet's relationship is one of total dependency and constant turmoil and he's the reason for 87% of her anguish, but they also look like this semi-regularly.