Morgan plopped down on her bed, hair and body both wrapped in towels, a sleeping figure behind her. “Beautiful people, hello!” she chimed, smiling as she waved and greeted the camera. “I wanted to do this while in the bath because that just seemed cool and I didn’t want to get out, but I was vetoed.” she added, wrinkling her nose. “Anyways! As you’re all very aware at this point, I haven’t done one of these in weeks and I’m sorry! You guys all saw what I had to work out though, right?! Those Maxim parties were crazy! Both to plan and to attend. And the cast party? Omigosh, so much fun. All the craziness and lack of free time was definitely worth it, but I’ve been trying to relax most of this week, y’know? Just a week to catch my breath, though I have still been working, I just can’t tell you guys what on. I know, secrets don’t make friends, but these are good ones, I promise! ...And I’m under contract and can get sued, so there’s that too.” Morgan rambled, taking her hair out of its towel and drying it as she did. “But! I’m all rejuvenated and back with a vengeance, so there’s that! I don’t know if there is really anything new to add though?” she continued as she stopped what she was doing to think, furrowing her eyebrows. She was an expert at planning and keeping a schedule for everybody else, but in her own life she had a severe tendency to be a bit scatterbrained. “Oh! Good news for you Elligan fans! Mama Gilbert asked Elliott when he was going to marry me Sunday night at dinner, so there is a little spring in his step for you guys out there.” Morgan teased, laughing at the memory of his face when his mom had cornered him. “But that’s all for now, I suppose? Stay beautiful!” the girl finished with a sing-song tone as she threw the towel in her hands over the camera lens.
elliottgilbertofficial replied to your photo: “†³ INSTAGRAM: @salemclarington uploaded a new photo @theelliottgilbert...”:
Alright, what do you want/what did you do?
What? I’m appalled that you think I would post that just to get something from you -- Okay, fine. I want you to sit for me again. It’s been a while since I’ve taken your photograph and since you’re such a hit in my class, I thought it wouldn’t hurt to take advantage of the fact that you’re actually here. Please? I’ll even buy you dinner.
That moment you’re just casually drinking out of the bottle while watching Casper and @theelliottgilbert gives you that “look” because everybody is apparently posting their #MCM pictures and he isn’t yours. #ThanksGuys #Elligan5eva
SUMMARY → Salem has been taken as a hostage, forced to be a lab rat for the Umbrella Corporation as they search for a cure to the virus. Elliott refuses to sit back and do nothing when he learns of where and why Salem had been taken.
NOTES → Zombie Apocalypse AU.
WARNINGS → Mentions of imprisonment, needles/injections, forms of torture, death, blood, gore and general violence.
SALEM CLARINGTON
The blonde’s fragile frame trembled as the men stepped through the entrance but it was not fear she felt -- no, she would never give them the satisfaction of bringing any fear forth -- it was her hunger, the weakened state they left her in as though through starvation they could gain her compliance. She would rather die than become a willing subject to the monsters that enslaved her. “Poor little lamb,” the first one said, drawing closer as the other remained by the door. “Look at you.” He tsked and she fumed. She could hear the mocking in his tone, the faux sound of sympathy. "It doesn't have to be this difficult, you know," He continued on when she refused to utter a word. "We could take real good care of you here," his eyes roamed over her while a lascivious smile forming on his lips, "if you let us." Her skin crawled and her eyes narrowed. The will to fight was still strong within her and nothing they did or said would ever break her and that was just what this was. A way to get under her skin, to make her snap and bend to their will if only to be provided with a false sense of security.
"Go fuck yourself." Salem hissed, venom weaved into her tone of voice. He was far from started, of course. She'd been telling him off from the moment she'd been shoved into this cage.
"Is that really how you want to treat me? And here I was, thinking that I would be kind enough to bring you a snack." It was then that he lifted the sandwich wrapped in saran wrap. Though she hated to admit it, her mouth watered at the sight and by the sound of his degrading chuckle, he knew what kind of effect he was having on her.
"... And? You want me to beg for it? Want me to ask all pretty like? I'd rather starve before I ever treat you nice, asshole." She was used to the anger that welled up inside of her by now. Little remained of the girl she once was; that bubbly happy girl with people to love and care bout. All of that had been ripped out of her with every strap of leather that held her down, with every prick of a needle. This was what was left of her and she refused to let it go, refused to be complacent.
With a sigh, he rose, tossing the sandwich by her and onto the makeshift cot that they'd provided her with. Despite the voice that whispered in the back of her mind to wait, Clarington found herself reaching for the food only to be tsked once more. "Nah uh, sweetheart, you don't get that just yet. Doc wants to see you first, see how you're reacting to the new vaccine." At the mention of the doctor, the blonde's body tensed, muscles coiled tight and ready for a fight. The way they both drew closer to corner her told her that they knew it and were well prepared for whatever would be coming their way. In the end, though, it was hardly a struggle. Two grown and muscular men against one slender girl, it was too easy for them to pluck her up and hold her between them. Still, she fought -- kicking, screaming and biting -- as they took her past the containment area where the ones that came before her were kept. All of them turned and gnawing at each other in hunger.
Clarington's struggles increased when they brought her into the stark white room, knowing what was to come. "Oh, c'mon, darlin'. Don't be like this." The guard said with a chuckle as he only squeezed her tighter. "It'll be over before you know it." With that, they unceremoniously dropped her onto the cold, hard hospital bed before making quick work of the restraints and tying her down. As one guard departed, the other -- the one prick who could never keep his mouth shut -- leaned down towards her to whisper, "Doc's got a surprise for you when you're done here. Looks like you'll be getting a roommate." A chill ran down her spine at those words. As much as she may crave companionship at times, she would never wish this experience on anyone else.
"As long as it's not you and that poor excuse for a dick of yours, then --" Her words cut off with a yelp, the sting of a needle suddenly puncturing her skin drawing her attention away from the guard and down to the syringe that pulled precious blood from her veins. With one last amused chuckle, the guard left. Closing her eyes, she lay her head back and curled her hands into fists. The gentle throb in her arm was making it difficult for her to pretend that she was anywhere but here; making her wish that he would keep taking her blood; drain her dry once and for all so she could be put out of her misery.
