#pym cursed

Fingers still stained with his blood, Pym ran her thumb over the amulet that hung loosely from her neck. Why hadn’t the stupid fool just stayed away from her; he would probably still be alive if he had. Dof had given her Sigurd as protection, but in doing so had left himself open and it had cost him his life. A lump formed in her throat, if it hadn’t been for her, none of this would have come to pass.

Resting her head against the rough bark, Pym watched the embers dance in the dusky sky, the crackling and popping of the wood the only sound to keep her company. If she tried hard enough, she could almost feel his arms around her, the warmth of his skin against hers as he ran a calloused hand along her arm or tucked her hair behind her ear in an intimate show of affection. She could almost picture the cheeky grin he gave her before heading off the ship and relive the feeling butterflies in her stomach anytime his lips touched hers.

For the first time since his death, Pym didn’t stop the tears from falling when they came. Life was a fickle bitch and Pym was tired of pretending that everything would work itself out. She was tired of fooling herself that every misstep, every loss, every weird adventure she found herself on was just a bump on the road and that she was destined for some happily ever after.

Pym bares her teeth and bites the hand that tries to gag her, hard. Hands rag painfully through her knotted hair, drag her head back sharply. She refuses to open her mouth, tongue laced with the blood of the Raider she bit... The struggle and panic flares like a caged bird in her chest as he clamps that injured hand over her nose, to force her to open her mouth...

Pym tries, she really does. She glares up at the sadistic smile upon the Raider's face, angry, defiant, unbroken. Like she'd learned from her friends. She swallowed the panic mixing with bloody copper and holds her breath, refusing to bend, she cannot, will not allow them to do this. Someone will find her. Gawain, Gawain will save her.

She ignores the fact that they probably haven't even noticed she's missing yet.

Fingers pry at the corner of her mouth again, and she's held firm by the grip in her hair, still holding her breath, no, no, NO...

Her lungs are burning. Nimue was always better at holding her breath than she was. She remembers how they used to swim together in the lake near Dewdenn, though Pym was no bad swimmer herself Nimue took to the waters like a fish... A tear leaks from her eye, greif, despair; Nimue would have freed her, too.

The hands are more insistent now, that grip on her nose was so harsh it's painful, her nose even began to bleed. Pym can feel blood coating the back of her throat and she's clenching her jaw so hard her teeth are about to crack, her body buckling and crumbling. She needs to breathe, needs to open her mouth--

And finally Pym has no choice, abandoned to her body and mind's own reflex to gasp in a breath, yet the moment she does the balled up rag is shoved into her mouth before she even gets a chance to breathe, more and more fabric rammed in so far it hurts, jaw straining and aching and all the while that fucking hand never leaves her nose, she still can't breathe-- blind panic surges through her as she fights with everything she has to drag in air but theres no way to through the thick cloth, no movement of her mouth even left, just pitiful whimpers in her throat that choke off into silence.

Blackness edges her vision and still he doesn't let go. Tears of pain and panic and desperation slick her cheeks, the foul man leans in close, licking across her skin with a noise of approval like Pym's tears are the best fucking thing he's ever tasted. Pym's body spasms, eyes rolling back, every instinct to survive screaming out all at once and- -blissful nothingness takes over.

I don't write near enough Lady Whump so figured it was about time I included some here! Slight different writing style for this, more of a present tense than usual! I wrote something for the prompt "gagged" a while ago on here in response to a prompt on someone else's post and decided to rewrite it for this.

I ADORE Pym. She is my fave, and I'm definitely going to have to write those Raiders getting their asses handed to them for this...