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“If there is more noise at 2am I swear…”  ||  @tortureshe​

          ‘‘ YOU WANT MORE NOISE ??? ’’

[tortured-she]

❝   yes, he’s a brute. i know. ❞ ( possibly about an orderly )

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          “ Well, would you mind telling the brute to keep his hands offa me? ” Roxana shot back, a slight mocking tone lacing her words and causing them to hit with more VENOM than she’d been expecting.  But, was she going to apologize?  Hell no.  Pale, thin fingers absentmindedly rubbed the bruises on her upper arms, brows furrowing and lips turning down in an ever so slight pout, “ He’s stronger than he thinks he is.  And, he already thinks he’s strong as hell. ” So, one could imagine just how roughly he was throwing poor Roxana around, when she got into one of her moods.  The only person allowed to throw her around like that was Alexander himself.  And, even then, ‘allowed’ was a bit of a STRETCH.

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‘ don’t you know too much already ? ’

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           “ Alexander, please- ” Roxana begged through the tears, her voice watery and somewhat garbled due to the excessive amount of crying (and screaming) she’d been doing.  Because of him.  All of this was because of him.  She just wanted to go back to the days where she was CLUELESS, where their son was still alive, where she wasn’t trapped in a hospital she didn’t belong in and being TORTURED day after day by the man that had sworn to love her.  He had sworn to love and protect and cherish her….and this was what he did.

                    TILL DEATH DO THEM PART.

          By some miracle, she had a burst of STRENGTH and was able to break free from the orderlies that had been holding onto her arms in preparation for bringing her back to her room.  Her body collided against Alexander’s, her head burying into his chest and thin fingers curling into the fabric of his lab coat as sobs wracked her petite form, “ I just wanna go home. ” She wailed, muffled against his chest as tears soaked into his clothes.  Sniffling, she peered up at him pleadingly, “ Please, lets just go home and we can forget about this whole thing.  I won’t tell anyone, I promise.  It’s not too late.  Alex, PLEASE. ”

[tortured-she]

alexander: it appears we’ve gotten off to a rocky start- roxana: you tortured our son to death, brainwashed me, and poisoned hundreds of people. alexander: I’M NOT PERFECT.

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