𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆

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"𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝓉ℴ 𝒾𝑔𝓃ℴ𝓇ℯ 𝒶𝓁𝓁 ℴ𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝓇ℴ𝒷𝓁ℯ𝓂𝓈"

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"𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝓉ℴ 𝒾𝑔𝓃ℴ𝓇ℯ 𝒶𝓁𝓁 ℴ𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝓇ℴ𝒷𝓁ℯ𝓂𝓈"

Screaming was all Ophelia had done for the last- she didn't even know how long

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Screaming was all Ophelia had done for the last- she didn't even know how long. She lost track of time after the first hour. Where in reality, Ophelia Stone had been in the Argent's captivity for eight days.

First, she woke up in a drugged state, similar to that of the night of the rave. There was more wolfsbane and even more vervain. Then came the electricity. It wouldn't kill her, but damn did it fucking hurt. She would go through a continuous pattern of taunting whoever was in charge of experimenting on her, laughing as they would throw buckets of water over her, then amplifying the power of the electricity until she would black out.

They had been trying to find a successful method. And until they would, they wanted her to experience so much pain that she would just let the answer slip; to give herself an out. But what the Argents don't know is that not only is Ophelia stubborn, but she definitely doesn't want to die, no matter how much torment her body would be put through. She doesn't need her emotions to acknowledge that.

"Now, Ophelia. I want to try something else. How about..." Gerard gives her a seemingly innocent smile as he walks toward the girl hanging from the ceiling, her wrists bound together by heavy-duty chains, wolfsbane and vervain petals threaded throughout to burn her skin every single time she would flinch.

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