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titus looking down at you the one time you tried to fight back...
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tw: 🕊️❗abuse, dubcon, coercion, failed attempts to escape <3
Titus was fucking losing it. You really thought he was gone for good this time.
His father had been on a sadistic streak as of late, sending his son to do his dirty work while golden child Ursula worked directly with the council. It wasn't fair. What did she have that he didn't? Instead of asking, taking a damn moment to breathe, he seeks you out.
Bloodied and bruised, you limp your way down the hall to Ursula's room. She'd help you, or at least hide you from her twin. The woman had noticed a bruise on your cheek last time she'd been home - you didn't think the manor would have guests, so you didn't bother applying makeup that day. The regular attending staff are used to the look, they don't ask, and you can't tell them. If this is what happens to Titus' lover, what horrors would he inflict on a mere maid?
"..." Ursula had stopped in her tracks - she'd known her brother was a horrible person, but this? You were his lover, his light. Or at least that's what it seemed like from the outside. Always at his side with a soft smile. How wrong she was. "He did this."
Ursula didn't phrase it like a question - she knew exactly who.
Back to the present, you're almost to safety. If you can turn the corner, her office would be right there. You'd finally gotten the courage to speak out, enough was enough.
You weren't some punching ba-
Impact.
A hit square to the back of your neck. A 'rabbit punch' they call it - it's illegal in all combat sports due to the close proximity to the brain stem and cervical spine, ouch. The namesake comes from an old hunting technique used to give rabbits a quick, painless death - you weren't so lucky, Titus wouldn't give you a death so easy.
You're knocked unconscious, more than likely concussed. Your body falls to the ground with an unceremonious 'thump.'
"Poor little bunny." He didn't grab you right away - he stared at your body, limp and malleable.
"You forgot your place. You're mine. Mine." Titus loomed over you, not ready to face the way his heart was hammering against his chest. He can't lose you. You're the one thing he can claim in this world, for better or for worse - in sickness and in health, he'd have you. You would wake up and apologize, you'd love him again. You would call his name with that sweet cadence in your tone - because there was no other option.
