* VICTIM / INSANE

ind. priv. sel. horror oc. written by brandi. companion blog to tortureshe.

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one of these days, I will come on here to WRITE instead of just filling up yalls dashes with my ooc sin

[tortured-she]

I desire the taste of your pussy, Persephone. I shall deal with our Lilith later but as of this moment in time, I wish to taste you. To feel myself inside you.

oh dear god :)))))))))))) 😩💦

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me after those anons:

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My Persephone is a little minx. A seductress. Yet I shan't fuck her sweet little pussy because she has disobeyed me and went looking into things she should not have.

:(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((

i was just curious thooooo :(((((((((((((

and, okay, i admit…….i went looking just bc im PsychicTM and COULD.

but, still.

:((((((((((((((((((((

i liked what i saw tho ;)

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I am in wonderment if Alexander would push Roxana over his desk and fuck her until she screams. I know I am of a similar mind to do so to Persephone. If she were not currently being naughty.

yes, Alexander definitely would and has.  it’s happened on more occasions than Roxana would probably care to admit.

and :(((((((((( i dIDNT MEAN TO BE NAUGHTY THO :(((((((((

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new dash icon, courtesy of @tortureshe!!!!!!!!

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why are you so pretty

why are you so NICE JMNSXBHNKB

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ROXANA ELIZABETH-FERENC EDITS (1/?)

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tortureshe‌.

when roxana calms down, her sadness clear on her face, alexander moves over to the bed where she sits. he reaches into the pocket of his doctor’s coat, pulling out a bottle of pills. not sedatives, but something to make her a little more compliant to the lethe program and his words. “take these,” he says, shaking two out into the palm of his hand. “you’ll feel better soon, my persephone.” hand holds the pills out towards her, waiting for her to take them and swallow them. “everything will be alright, my love. i promise. you just have to trust me. you did once, why not now?”

          Roxana had placed her hands over her ears the moment he sat down next to her.  She knew he would try to woo her, as he always did.  Try to get her to BELIEVE him.  But, they did little to block out his voice.  The moment his nickname for her left his lips, she was melting.  Persephone.  And, now, in this moment and for the rest of their time on earth, he truly was Hades.  Her captor.  Yet, also her husband.  Slowly, with teary eyes, her hands dropped down to her lap and she looked over at him, her gaze flickering between his face and the pills in his hand.  Her expression was mildly incredulous.  She couldn’t believe he just asked that, “ Why not now? ” She echoed, her voice weak and watery, “ Because you killed our son and blamed me for it.  That’s why.  How....how could you expect me to trust you after that? ”

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tortureshe‌.

the fact that she agreed to the date seemed to make him feel  happier  than he usually was. the smile on his face is genuine, truly, not the one he plasters on his face for patients and their families. and he doesn’t even really know her. not yet anyway.  (  there’s a feeling of soul remembrance, he supposes. as if some part of him had been looking for her. )  “lucky guess,” answers he. “i happen to love italian as well,” he ads on. “how about i pick you up at 8? or do you suppose that’s too late for a date.”

          Roxana was blushing so hard that she was, honest to god, surprised that her face hadn’t up and exploded yet.  Chocolate hues went downcast, a little bashful smile appearing on her face as she tried her best to not allow her giddiness to get the better of her and cause her to seem like a FOOL.  This was a date, oh my goodness.  With the doctor that had just given a lecture on her major.  She felt like this probably wouldn’t be allowed.  But....her soul was drawn to his.  She simply couldn’t resist..., “ That’s definitely not too late. ” Answered she, shy as ever as she peeked back up at him through her long lashes, “ Perfect, actually.  I always tend to eat dinner later than most. ”

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i can’t find any memes on my dash, so SEND SOME PLS!!  <3

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          “ You don’t happen to have a lighter on you somewhere, do you? ” In all honesty, the reason that Roxana Elizabeth had approached had little to do with a lighter, though she had left hers back in her hotel room.  It had everything to do with the fact that she could SENSE that he had experienced Derry’s darkness firsthand and she needed to know more.  Everyone else seemed to be blissfully unaware, oblivious.  But, not him.  Call it her newly acquired psychic senses, but she could just tell.  However, she couldn’t very well just come right out of the gate with that now, could she?  How AWKWARD.

@richatire // sc.

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          “ Are you from Italy? ” Roxana Elizabeth realized after the question left her lips that it was absolutely stupid.  OBVIOUSLY, she was from Italy.  The accent gave her away.  Shaking her head and chuckling under her breath, she waved a hand dismissively as if to say ‘forget that I asked that’ before clutching her notepad to her chest, “ I’m Italian, so it’s nice to meet someone from there. ” Then, a stray hair was pushed behind her ear and she smiled widely at the customer, “ What can I start you off with? ”

@ladyvatican // sc.

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one of these days i need to post a vid of myself, so yall know what roxana’s voice sounds like bc it’s very distinct

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💉 STARTER CALL 💉 like this for a starter!!  cap at 7!!

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          “ Who...who are you? ” Roxana questioned, blinking drowsily up at the visitor.  She had never seen her before, had no clue who she was.  Though, granted, her memories had been WIPED, for the most part.  But, she felt no stirring of familiarity.  She was tired, could barely move because of the drugs and sedatives that had been pumped into her system by the hospital’s staff, “ Are you here to help me get out of here? ” The question was whispered; she was extremely FEARFUL that someone would hear and she would get in trouble, be forced to go through another round of so-called ‘therapy’, “ If you are, then....shhhh..... ”

@prcphesiied // sc.

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deliciousfear‌.

There is a slow, soft sounds of jingles that chime every other seconds as if triggered by steps. It slices through the silence that otherwise hovered around the space that IT was currently moving through. The only clear indication that anything was even out of the ordinary as the sound was not followed by anything visual just yet. The kinds of sounds that might just strike that ‘is that really something?’ thought.

@tortured-she // closed.

          The FUCK was that?  Roxana Elizabeth was beyond confused.  She could hear this sound....this strange jingling sound.  And she could, most certainly, feel something.  Something dark, something SINISTER.  It made shivers run up and down her spine, caused the hairs on her arms to stand on end.  She wanted whatever it was gone.  Why did it sound like it was fucking following her, yet nothing could be seen every time she turned around?  And, then....the thought hit her.  Was THIS the cause of the strange feelings she got around Derry?  Was THIS.....it?  Hell no, she thought, her body resisting the urge to go into fight or flight mode.  NOT TONIGHT, “ Why don’t you just come out, clown?  I know you’re there. ” She was not like normal people, after all.  Not anymore.