forum A Game of Cards.... ((One on One// PRIVATE//CLOSED))

Started October 28, 2018 by Deleted user

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could you since I posted that last bit?

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Winifred screamed as she watched Marcus launch himself at Luc. She wanted to pull him back, to keep him away, but she'd be putting the both of them in danger. She'd only distract him and who knows what Luc would try and do. Besides, what use would she be with this drug in her system? She could hardly see straight.

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Luc thrust his knife upwards, barely missing a beat, but Marcus twisted away at the last second so that the blade tore open his shoulder instead. His blood spilled to the floor but he ignored it and wrapped his hands around his uncles throat. The dagger fell to the ground.

But the upper hand didn't last long. Marcus was still wounded, and there was nothing stopping Luc from shoving his fist into his nephew's chest wound, hard. He staggered backwards, black spots swimming across his vision as pain roared through him, and all Luc had to do was shove him violently against the wall, pick up the fallen knife, and hold it to his throat.

"What do you think, Winnifred? Should I cut him open? It's not like it'll reach the police…"

Winifred cried out as Marcus hit the wall, running – more like stumbling – to his side. She growled at Luc. "Let him go! You will never see the light of day as a free man again! I can promise you that much you monster!" Tears streamed down her cheeks as she screamed at him, her heart wretched in two as she watched Marcus bleed.

She had to get him away, back to her room where she could take care of him.

Marcus opened his mouth, barely conscious, barely aware of his surroundings through the pain. One thing cut through the endless red haze— or rather, two. First, his fear for Winnifred, terror that Luc would do something to her. Second, his hate and disgust at his uncle.

“Winnifred— get away— plea——“ He was cut off when Luc wrapped a strong hand around his neck and squeezed, grinning at Winnifred. “But I know your secret…. you can’t turn me in~”

Winifred blanked but was quick to cover her surprise. She narrowed her brown gaze on him. "You know nothing!" she spat. Her attention turned to Marcus. "Release him! NOW!" she demanded.

“Winnifred Darcy..” Luc purred with a sickening smile. “I know everything.” Keeping a hand on the knife pressed against his nephew’s throat, he reached out with the other to trail a finger down her cheek. Marcus thrashed in his grip, trying to shove him away, but he was too strong. “I know about your aunt. Your aunt, the one in the asylum. I’ve felt her body under my hands. I’ve read her books…. I helped with those books. I know about your mother. I know about how experienced you are unclothed, but not of your own will.”

Winifred eyes widened as she froze. Her world slow was lit aflame before her eyes. How did he know? How could he have possibly know about her aunt? Or her mother?

Or about me?

She took a step back, wiping his touch away. She fought for words, hell, she fought for air. "That mean n-nothing now!" she managed to force out, though her words had become a bit hoarse, losing some of their sting.

Marcus’s eyes widened, though he could barely breathe. “Wh-What? Winnifred— What is he talking about?”

Luc’s cruel laugh hung in the air. “Oh, this is precious. The hero doesn’t know about how is girlfriend is a whore. I’m going to have fun with this one….”

Marcus let out a tortured sound of pain and rage, but his uncle single slipped a finger between two stitches in his chest and ripped them out. A scream tore through the air.

Winifred could feel her heart shatter like glass. "Stop!" she screamed through the tears. "Please stop! You're hurting him!" She barreled herself against Luc, pushing him away only a few mere steps. She turned to Marcus, begging him to understand. "I-I was going to tell you! I just didn't know how- please! Don't look at me like that!" She cried.

The whole world tilted before Marcus’s eyes, everything blurring together; colours and sounds alike. Pain ravaged his whole body, but through it all he still reached out to Winnifred with a shaking hand. “Winnifred— I’m not— I’m not upset— upset because of you——“

Luc interrupted by grabbing a fistful of Winnifred’s dress and yanking her away. He sneered, stepping close to Marcus and slowly, so excruciatingly slowly, drove two fingers into his chest wound.

She grunted as she tumbled into the table. She pulled the hair from her face and watched as Luc probed Marcus's wounds. Her stomach almost emptied itself right then and there. She screamed once more. "Stop!" She yelled at Luc. "Please! I'll do whatever you want, please! Stop hurting him!"

(This is gory I’m sorry)

“Winnifred— NO——“ Marcus choked on his cry, blood spurting from his wound and spilling over the floor. He knew full and well what Luc was going to ask and he would rather die than let that happen. His treacherous uncle merely grinned and pushed his fingers deeper. Then, he withdrew them from the gaping wound, pulled the flesh over the opening up to widen it, and shoved all four of his fingers in.

Marcus screamed. He screamed until his throat was raw and he had collapsed against the man in front of him, shaking as tears streamed down his cheeks. “Winnifred don’t do it—“

Through all of this, Luc remained calm. “You were saying?” he asked Winnifred, voice dripping with glee.

(I can change anything above if you want me to)

((It is gory, but I'm okay with it…))
Winifred cried harder at his screams. He was hurting, in agony, because of her. This was the last thing she'd wanted. I shouldn't have came… she cursed herself. She covered her ears and fell to her knees.
Looking over at Marcus, silently, she begged his forgiveness. She was no longer listening to his pleas. If she didn't do something fast, he would die.

This is the only way…

Lifting her eyes to Luc, she breathed deep, her body trembling, her heart aching. "Please. Stop and let me help him… I'll do whatever you want."

"NO!!" Marcus yelled, voice breaking while his heart shattered into a million tiny pieces. "Winnifred NO— Luc— I'll do whatever you want– I swear— please– just don't touch her–"

But Luc had already turned his attention to Winnifred. A cruel, horrible smile hung off his lips. "Well, this is fortunate…. it turns out that the little sl*t is mine after all.." He pulled his fingers out of Marcus, drawing back and slapping his nephew across the face so that his own blood was smeared across his cheek.
"Firstly, you don't go to the police about this. I know who you are, where you came from, and that you are, in fact, an illegal doctor. If I hear a whisper about any of this from anyone other than you and my sorry excuse for a nephew, you end up burned at the stake for witchcraft after watching me torture him to death. Second of all….." His eyes travelled down the length of her body. "You know what I want."

Dread washed over her as she pushed Marcus's voice away. She found herself nodding. Her tears fell and hit the floor. "You must let me help him." She restated. "Now." Her lips trembled as she looked to Marcus. She was filled with pain and sorrow so grotesque, she could hardly stand it. But she was also filled with rage.

I hate you Luc Crenshaw. I promise that you will pay…

"NO– Winnifred— I'll do anything–" he sobbed, trying to rise and push back, but he was not a man anymore, but a being made of pain and rage and fear and desperation. And he was weak. So fucking weak.

Luc laughed in twisted delight, dropping Marcus into a wretched, bleeding heap on the floor and crouching down in front of Winnifred. He took her face into his hands, wiping away her tears while his nephew watched in agony, collapsing every time he tried to move towards them. "Fine. You can help him… this time."

Before he finished his sentence, she ripped herself away from him and crawled to Marcus. Placing her hand on his cheek, she silenced him. "Hey, hey, I need you to listen to me." She whispered, her voice hoarse and quiet. "Please, stop fighting it. I'm gonna be alright…My main concern is you. You need to be alright…" She leaned down and kissed him with soft, trembling lips. She swallowed as she looked at him. "I need to get my things, but I need you to stay still. Please."

Marcus opened his mouth to protest, to tell her to run as fast and far as she could, but nothing came out but a tiny whimper of pain. You are weak, Marcus Crenshaw. You can't even fight back to save the girl you love. He struggled to rise, but his arms just buckled and slipped in blood– his own blood– which sent him back down to where he belonged; the ground. "W-Winnifred–"

Luc watched from a few steps away, lips twisting into a sneer. So the patient loves his doctor… and the doctor loves him back…. Oh, this is going to be fun, tearing them apart.

"Shhhh…." Winnifred hushed him. She ran a hand through his hair. "Stay put. I'll be right back." She stood and shed her shoes. She had to be quick. She cast a deadly glare at Luc. "Do. Not. Touch. Him." She then turned and raced out the room, dress scrunched in her hands.

Throwing open her door, she turned that room upside down looking for her things. She gathered her things through blurry eyes. Her head pounded and she wanted to stop crying. Why was she still crying?

I just want him to be better….I wanted him to be mine…It's not fair! She began to sob.

Luc smiled down at Marcus, almost condescendingly. "Tsk tsk….. I thought I'd taught you to fight better than that~ …. You know that this is your fault, correct? If you had not interrupted my fun with that servant, if you had not gone and fallen in love, if you had been less of a pathetic weakling, she would be safe……"

By the time Winnifred returned, her face was steel. She carried her things with two hands and walk with speed. She ignored the slight warm that enveloped her feet as she stepped through Marcus's blood….his blood. It covers the floor like paint. She had wasted so much time trying to get herself together. If she didn't work as fast as possible, he would die.

So she worked surprising steady hands and narrowed eyes, disinfecting and restitching, wrapping and bandaging. A process she had gone through three times now. She gave faint smile as she pressed a cold rag to his newly repaired chest, cleaning the blood away. She wanted nothing more than to kiss that skin, now covered in white bandages. But she couldn't. She could bring herself to place her lips, the lips of a whore, on his precious skin.

Marcus raised a shaking hand to grasp her wrists, his spirit completely and utterly broken. "I'm so sorry for all of this," he said weakly, voice quiet and unsteady. "And thank you. For– for everything." He didn't have the energy to say much more. "You are– you are more than the place you came from."

((I'm gonna cry….))

Winifred gave him a sad smile. He was making it seem as if they were saying goodbye. Were they? Winifred didn't want to part with him. But did she really have a choice? This was their paths splitting right here and now. Nothing would be the same between them, It would never be.

She leaned close and pressed a kiss to him lips. "Don't limit yourself to what your mind perceives, it can be more of an enemy than a friend." And she release herself from him, physically, and emotionally. She felt tears spring up once more as she stood and looked away. "He'll need assistance getting back to his chambers." She told Luc, not bothering to look at him. He'd seen her cry enough for one night.