@atdawntheysing I’m sorry this took forever. I was like 2000 words in when it got eaten by tumblr. So, I had to re write it. This is approximately 700 words. I hope you enjoy
Edit: Since I’m illiterate and can’t use commas/finished sentences, I fixed it a bit. I am proud of this one tho.
You lay, stomach to the ceiling, as you wait for the devilish pair return to “their precious little darling”. Ankle chained up to the bed post, you can only walk so far before reaching your limit.
From what you can count, it has been three days since you were reluctantly going out to diner with them, their treat. You had just divulged your story in the Horde support group. How if it weren’t for the so called Hero of Etheria, lives would have been spared from fighting for the Horde, you would still have a family. How Catra refusing to abolished the traitor only prolonged the war. It would have been over in weeks if the Force Captain only did her job. How you could never forgive those who ruined the lifes of the common Horde soldier, and for what? A break up?
Of course, they had to have been in the crowd when you finally bared your soul to the world. They approached you after the meeting, saying how they were trying to be better, and that they would like to give a peace offering. They wanted to buy you diner. Your empty pockets requiring you take the offer. Only if you knew.
The door creaks open, the room still dark. Next thing you know clawed hands trace your body as heavy purring fills your ears. Another set of calloused hands grabs your ankle as you feel the weight of the maniacal lift from your leg. The only words spoken being an inaudible mumble.
“Don’t make us regret that, understand?” You can only whine in response. Days of playing their game, being a “good girl, has only allowed your rage to fester.
Eventually, Catra’s hands rest on your hips as another weight shifts the mattress. Adora climbs in snuggling up against your nervous form. An arm wraps it self around your chest, tracing her fingers along your collarbone. They spend hours like this, a ball of affection and fear. Eventually, you squirm and ask to go to the bathroom.
You slink into the cold room. Grabbing a sliver of glass you stole from your last "tantrum”. You carefully exit the bathroom, and instead of returning to bed, you go for the door. Within a second, Catra is latching on to your back.
“Where you going?” You swing and she instantly backs off.
“I’m leaving. I’ve had enough. I’m done tolerating this shit.” You turn to open the door and run out, only to find yourself in a maze of hallways. You can hear their footsteps right behind you.
A left, a right, down the stairs. Every now and again you test doors. Looking for a place to hide. Eventually, you find such a door. You close the door and lean against it, hiding in this dark room. A deep sigh leaves your lungs. You hear them running down the hallway when an all too family sword entering the door beside your head. The wood splinters and groans as it is opened, sending you tumbling into the room. An ethereal glow fills the darkness as you see Shera and Catra standjng in the doorway. You quickly back up, still holding the glass. They both move forward, cornering you. Heart racing, all you can do is slash at your captors. Once that proves useless, you hold the glass to your neck.
“Back off.” Catra only chuckles. In an instant, she pins you to the wall, claws digging into your wrist.
“I don’t think so, Kitten.” The glass is gently removed from your hand and shattered on the ground. You can only tremble and cry as Shera picks you up, carrying you like an exhausted toddler. Eventually, you put up a pitiful struggle, clenched fists hitting her back, and legs kick out. You can’t wiggle out of her iron grasp and you only seem to amuse her with your fight. Slowly, you give up as you’re carried back into your room.
While they do seem amused at your little… trip, you know there is a certain malice in their chuckles and coos. Eventually, Shera sets you down on the bed, Catra shackles your ankle. They climb in bed and cuddle up to you, ignoring the tears and fear. Catra’s claws threaten to break skin and Adora presses a soft kiss onto your forehead.
“Calm down, my love. You’ve worn yourself out; you need to rest. We’ll deal with this… outbursttomorrow."
