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TWENTY-SIX: Glitch.
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2026-05-12 22:38:47
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Survive Me, Darling TWENTY-NINE: Little mortal.
The ground was hard and cruelly cold beneath the sole of my feet as I hurried out of the four walls of that devilish enclosure. It seemed like a cult. A cult with unwell people and I wanted no part of it, I wanted no part in whatever those men just threw me in. My skin crawled with disgust at being licked as I ran into the night, my head whipping back occasionally to be sure I wasn't being pursued and I didn't stop looking behind me until I tripped on my own foot and tumbled down rough grounds, my body hitting with reckless abandon against several road bumps. Pain radiated through me and an agonizing scream left my lips, the birds in nearby trees flapping away. It was as though the wind held my weight and was effortlessly letting me roll over and I only stopped when my body lodged against a large rock. I lay there for a couple of moments sobbing from both ache and dizziness that followed. I was furious at myself for ever begging that god for a second chance and equally furi
Survive Me, Darling TWENTY-EIGHT: Thirty shevaris.
All of a sudden they began chanting my name. “Ophelia! Call her out!” “Who is Ophelia?” The women whispered amongst themselves with genuine curiosity. I gradually lifted my face from where it was buried in my lap, a forlorn glint in my eyes as I turned from side to side in confusion. It couldn't be me they were calling, right? I had to have a namesake… The man who made the ‘fresh one’ comment suddenly crowded me, his shadow falling over my face as I stared up at him. “Aren’t you Ophelia, eh?” I wanted to shake my head in dismissal, tell him he had the wrong person but it was too late. He caught my wrist and tossed me out into the lion’s den. They weren't smiling now, no, they were glaring at me with straight faces, the kind you’d see only in horror films, the kind that was capable enough to randomly flash before your eyes in the worst possible moments. I heard my heart racing fast, weren't they all laughing just now? My vision twisted and spun under the women’s dar
Survive Me, Darling TWENTY-SEVEN: Pleasure court.
OPHELIA.I had just puked water in his face. I gaped at him with a mortified expression, scared he’d react with irritation or try to dip himself to wash up but instead, he was cupping my soaked face, his palm cold beneath my warm skin. “Hey.” He stared at me with intent, it was as though he could read right through me.He didn't have to be here and I wished he were far away. I needed to breathe. I couldn't be this confused at this early stage in a world I hadn't yet understood.He was hard to comprehend and I should be caring about my survival; not whatever this was.“I’m sorry” I said quickly. “For throwing up in your face” He simply stared at me.“Thank…” A loud wail behind us cut my appreciation off. The water rippled as I turned around to see the boy I’d saved being pulled by the hair into an iron-caged carriage. What was happening?There were men in dark steel masks and an outfit that could pass for what people wore in the gothic eighties.I took in my environment. It wasn't
Survive Me, Darling TWENTY-SIX: Glitch.
Ophelia was a stubborn woman and I knew exactly how to tame her if I wanted.I pulled her weight into my chest just in time before a boulder could drop on her. Despite my firm hold, she was still clumsy enough to drag us to the ground as our bodies rolled down the smooth rock into a dark enclosure. I made sure to keep my palm pressed to the back of her head, the other woven around her midriff in firm protectiveness.We were now out of sight and away from the chaos out there.Legs trampled out there in a vicious helter-skelter run. Someone got impaled on a rusty iron jutting out from a broken crack in the wall, and warm liquid gushed to the ground.Ophelia‘s head dug into my chest. She was breathing hard and fast, with her body pressed right on top of me. Fuck, I think I slammed my ribs a second time.She scrambled up from me and hurriedly began to fix her hair, her face flushed red.“We have to go get the others.” She didn’t look at me when she said that.The screams out there grew ug
Survive Me, Darling TWENTY-FIVE: Still see her.
LUCAN. “Are you okay?” I was trying hard to ignore the commotion rolling out behind me, until her voice filled my chest, loud and insufferable. From the corner of my eye, I watched her wipe the dark red liquid trickling down that guy’s nostrils, concern flashing low on her face. She complained earlier of losing someone, the ache was fucking visible in her pale eyes that were already wrinkling at the sides in just some hours since last night’s madness, and yet, there she was curdling up to someone else. He muttered something low to her as her hand slowly reached to tug her sleeve down her wrist before her lips moved in a quivering ‘Thanks’ Concern brewed care which eventually sprouts love. Love itself was a cruel weakness that shouldn’t matter in a world like this but there she was, showing everyone around her the one weapon that could ruin her. Despite how much I wanted to turn a blind eye to her— I knew I'd still see her. Earlier, she’d pushed my buttons and made me snap a
Survive Me, Darling TWENTY-FOUR: Tired and sick.
“Five minutes to vacate the mansion.” The voice filtered into my subconsciousness as I moved down the stairs in black leather pants, a tight-fitted combat jacket, and my hair up in a tight bun. I easily blended with the moving crowd as we walked out, while I made every possible effort to avoid Lucan. My traitorous mind did a vivid flashback to an hour ago when he’d suddenly pulled away once we were in the mansion and then I recalled how he stepped three feet away from me, no emotions leaking through him. Except I, who was a shivering mess with my lips still pulsing and every part of me feeling charged. “You’ll catch a cold if you don't get a warm bath” That was the only thing he'd said to me before walking away. I watched him disappear up the stairs as anger and an awakening need began a war in my chest. How I hated him. I hated the level of his audaciousness. I hated how he felt it was easy to jump on me and assert his dominance, something I never let anyone
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