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nadiathesaintNadia was being pressed down onto a hard couch in Blackadder’s flat. Her hands were balled uselessly into fists and wrapped in duct tape from her fingers to her shoulders. Walter gripped her wrists, pushing her backwards and leering at her. He leaned forward to kiss her roughly.
“Should have let you keep swimming.”
Pain shot through her chest, worse than her ribs breaking, though she could feel them give under his weight. Because this wasn’t the red-eyed, pale-skinned Walter. It was her Walter staring down at her and grinning to show those wickedly sharp teeth as he grinned at her.
Except her Walter didn’t have white streaks in his hair.
Nadia blinked.
Or breasts.
Well, usually.
Grey-green eyes flared a brighter green as the woman who a minute ago had been Walter leaned harder against Nadia’s arms.
“What--?”
“Ah can’t control--“ The woman said in a thick, southern accent. Then her head reeled back and she screamed as her eyes changed again, from green to blue to brown to purple to an eerie red-on-black and back again.
The room flickered and the woman was a girl locked into a machine, still screaming—
And it flickered back as the woman leaned down towards Nadia again, her lips parting.
And it flickered and the woman was on the ground, on top of a man, a sword protruding from just next to her shoulder blade, pinning them both to the spot through her heart. She looked up at Nadia, somehow, against all odds, still alive.
“Mind givin’ me a little help, sugah? Only Ah’m kinda stuck—“
And it flickered back. Nadia lunged backwards to escape the woman’s grip and hit the floor with a hard thud, only to be held down again by Walter as the woman approached.
“Don’t worry,” Walter told her. “This’ll only hurt for awhile.”
She couldn’t tell which he was; his eyes were covered by red, wraparound glasses. He turned to smile at the woman as she knelt down beside them.
“You want the first taste, rogue?”
Taste of what?
The woman touched one gloved hand to Nadia’s cheek, turning her towards her. “Would you like that?”
Nadia couldn’t tell who she was asking. Walter shrugged. “No glitter.”
And the woman kissed her. A gentle, hesitant, lips only kind of kiss, a first kiss, but Nadia felt her breath and her life draining away. . . .
“Should have let you keep swimming.”
Pain shot through her chest, worse than her ribs breaking, though she could feel them give under his weight. Because this wasn’t the red-eyed, pale-skinned Walter. It was her Walter staring down at her and grinning to show those wickedly sharp teeth as he grinned at her.
Except her Walter didn’t have white streaks in his hair.
Nadia blinked.
Or breasts.
Well, usually.
Grey-green eyes flared a brighter green as the woman who a minute ago had been Walter leaned harder against Nadia’s arms.
“What--?”
“Ah can’t control--“ The woman said in a thick, southern accent. Then her head reeled back and she screamed as her eyes changed again, from green to blue to brown to purple to an eerie red-on-black and back again.
The room flickered and the woman was a girl locked into a machine, still screaming—
And it flickered back as the woman leaned down towards Nadia again, her lips parting.
And it flickered and the woman was on the ground, on top of a man, a sword protruding from just next to her shoulder blade, pinning them both to the spot through her heart. She looked up at Nadia, somehow, against all odds, still alive.
“Mind givin’ me a little help, sugah? Only Ah’m kinda stuck—“
And it flickered back. Nadia lunged backwards to escape the woman’s grip and hit the floor with a hard thud, only to be held down again by Walter as the woman approached.
“Don’t worry,” Walter told her. “This’ll only hurt for awhile.”
She couldn’t tell which he was; his eyes were covered by red, wraparound glasses. He turned to smile at the woman as she knelt down beside them.
“You want the first taste, rogue?”
Taste of what?
The woman touched one gloved hand to Nadia’s cheek, turning her towards her. “Would you like that?”
Nadia couldn’t tell who she was asking. Walter shrugged. “No glitter.”
And the woman kissed her. A gentle, hesitant, lips only kind of kiss, a first kiss, but Nadia felt her breath and her life draining away. . . .
