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~ Christmas Look ~

I just cant with this gorgeous dress

~ only thing on my mind is comfort ~

"Making sure I get to exam class early while wearing my comfortable exam fit 😂"

Look: Top | Bottoms | Shoes

Thank you cc creators: @jellymoo @aharris00britney @mmsims

(TW)

Getting kidnapped was not something you ever thought would happen.

Getting tortured was not something you ever thought would happen.

And getting kidnapped and tortured by your moirail?

Well, it hadn’t occurred to you.

He was perfect. A tall, muscular blue blood with no horns and beautiful black hair and a prosthetic hand, covered in rust.

He found you bleeding out when you lost your foot, and he helped you through it. He built you a prosthetic one, and even helped you with the physical therapy. In return for that, you gave him a corrosive to help with his rusty mechanical hand.

You admit you became hopelessly flushed for him; he was perfect. Kind, sweet, selfless…everything.

A few months passed, and you realized that something was wrong. He always seemed to be thinking about something, so you finally just decided to ask him what he was sighing about all the time. And he told you.

He wanted to be a human. You didn’t know what that was, and you didn’t know how he did either.

He explained what they were; an alien species who lived much better than trolls; they were kind to each other, there wasn’t a hemocaste, and killing wasn’t okay.

So he made you a request. He asked for, in exchange for him giving you the prosthetic, for you to make a potion that would make him human. He already had a way to get to Earth.

You didn’t like it. You didn’t want to lose him, and you didn’t know if it would hurt him. But he begged and you relented. You made him a potion and he drank it; you watched as his skin changed color, his horns having already been sawed off awhile ago. His claws softened and his hair changed from black to brown. He looked so strange, but so familiar. You’d never seen him happier.

He gave you the tightest hug, thanked you, and promised you he’d always remember you, even as a human.

Then he was gone, and you were alone.

At least for awhile.

It was a few weeks before you were gardening and heard a twig snap. You ignored it, until the crunch of leaves got louder and then you stood to look at the culprit.

And he was horrific.

His skin was peach still, but much more sickly. It looked like it was going back to gray.

His eyes weren’t a normal yellow. They were sickly and hideous; not like they were before.

He aimed a gun at you before you could say anything. He fired, and instead of agony, you only felt a slight pinch before you fell unconscious.

You awoke at his hive, chained and shaking as you pleaded with him to stop. You asked what was wrong and what had happened to make him do this.

And he answered.

You just made him look human, apparently. Nothing on the inside had changed. He still had a highblood blood lust.

But you knew he was wrong.

You knew it had worked. And so you realized that maybe he just couldn’t adjust. Maybe humans were worse than trolls.

Then it started.

Agony.

He took coat hangers and heated them in fire until they were red hot, then he wrapped them around each and every finger, ignoring your screams of agony as your flesh sizzled and burned. And he left them there. He explained that it was your fucking hands that did this to him; he had to ruin them.

And when you tried to run, he cut off your legs.

So you gave up. You just sat lifelessly in a chair, watching the floor, your bloody stumps grotesque, even under bandages.

You don’t even remember how you escaped. All you remember is feeling like you were going to suffocate, and blood everywhere.

Then agony in your eyes.

You screamed for seemingly hours; the pain was worse than anything you’d ever felt. Tears and blood fell down your cheeks, covering your mutilated hands.

You didn’t know what happened, but you did know you had to leave. When you could finally open your eyes, you saw nothing. But it didn’t matter. You remembered seeing mechanical legs in the corner. You crawled over to them, screaming as you attached them. They weren’t right; they were too small and not finished, but would have to do.

You left his hive to limp to your own, blood trailing behind you, dripping from your legs and fingers and neck, soaking through the bandages.

Not long after you got hive, you closed your eyes and told your lusus to being you a phone, and he did. You called a doctor, telling him to come to your hive, and that you’d pay double if he did.

So he came.

He cleaned your wounds, re bandaged them, and gave you a number for a mechanic; Swikes Nikete.

But you couldn’t see it. You refused to open your eyes. The pain was too excruciating.

He gently coaxed you into opening them, warning you might feel some stinging as he examined them, but you didn’t.

He explained that your corneas dissolved after being splashed with a corrosive acid, and you wouldn’t ever see again.

It was okay though.

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