Curiosity Killed The Cat

Recovery and Recollection.

“ Ow… '' Your voice was hoarse, body sore, and eyes puffy from crying as you gently rubbed a damp cloth over your bloodied wrists. How stupid could you have been? this was the dean for the school for evil, of course, she’d done something like this, something cruel and evil, especially when you made it so fucking easy to torment you. Still, you couldn’t help but feel a bit hurt, not only by your physical injuries but by her rough treatment and cruel words, each touch, each mocking word, each sting of pain still ringing through your every nerve as if they’d just happened and not been done hours ago. Gently, you scrubbed the dried blood and the muck from your skin, ignoring the sharp pain that bubbled at your flesh every time the rough fabric ran over your wounds. The ones on your wrists were deep and your delicate skin was already starting to bruise from the rough treatment, not to mention that your non-dominant wrist was swollen and most definitely sprained from Lesso’s harsh touch. Your body ached all over, making you hiss and groan every few minutes as you try your best to clean yourself of the blood, grime, and sweat that covered you from your short time in the doom room.

Letting the cloth fall from your hand, you gently turned your head, puffy eyes flickering hesitantly to the soft fabric you’d ripped into makeshift bandages, hoping they’d hold you over until tomorrow when you hoped you’d get real bandages from someone. You frowned softly and sighed, shuffling a bit closer to the fabric before reaching your dominant hand out and grasping one of the piles of ripped-up fabric. You hissed as the movement made your sore muscles stretch a bit, but you ignored the pain and brought the fabric to your side. Unraveling the bandages, you let shaking fingers gently hold onto the end, pressing it tightly to the flesh of your non-dominant hand, before slowly pulling the rest around your wrist, making sure it was tight to the swollen, bloodied, and bruised flesh with a wince.

“ Fuck… “ You hissed as you worked the long fabric around your wounded limb, leg bouncing beside you as you tightened the bandages with an anxious touch. You couldn’t help but let your mind drift as you eyed the blood and bruises against your marred flesh, your heart still pounding in your chest as your mind wandered to how they’d been injured. You could still feel the soft drag of the blade against the rope, the strong grip on your now bruised bicep as Lesso held you still, you could feel the grip of her fingers, the scratching slice of the leather strips on your thighs. Your mind was a wreck, imagining Lesso’s fingers still being wrapped around your throat, still gripping your chin, touching your lips. Each thought seemed to send overwhelming shivers down your spine, you weren't sure what emotion caused it, maybe fear, maybe dread… maybe something else. But what it made you feel didn’t truly matter at this point, instead you decided to shake off the feelings and thoughts, deciding to instead focus on tending to your injuries while there was still a little daylight to spare. This was going to be a long night.

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A few hours later, you laid restlessly in your bed, mind exhausted and body aching with every inhale you gave. You hadn’t slept, in fact you’d only just laid down, a decision you quickly regretted as you found yourself hissing and groaning after every small shift or soft sigh, it was horrible. Your arm and thighs were what ached the most, each movement from your arm sending throbbing pain through your body, and each time raw and irritated thighs rubbed together as you shifted on the bed, it created a very painful friction you’d rather avoid. Still, you laid in silence on the soft bed provided to you, arms at your sides and body as still as possible, waiting for the sound of chiming bells to wake the others. As you laid in the soft sheets of satin and silk, your eyes slowly traced the soft pink of the walls, flickering from the smooth white ceilings, to the delicate pink curtains that hung between each bed. It was an odd situation, this place, this world even, was so new and unfamiliar to you, but you found yourself enjoying most of it… most of it.

Your mind slowly drifted as you laid in the silence of your dorm room, shifting focus from soft pink curtains to a familiar set of sharp blue eyes, the thought sending shivers down your spine as you imagined them so close again, imagining her soft lips so close to yours, her sharp jaw in arms reach. Your heart began to race a bit as you imagine it, her cold hands grabbing and touching all over again, sharp nails scratching against your supple flesh, her cruel chuckle against your sensitive throat… against your ear… your stomach began to twist, uninjured hand hesitantly moving to lightly brush fingertips against the bruises that marred your throat. You could practically feel her eyes on you all over again, the feeling twisting your stomach with panic and… excitement, you silently wondered if you’d simply imagined it, the excitement brushing past all the negative emotions and feelings running through your skin, but you hadn’t. You truly did find her exciting, you mostly found her terrifying and a bit insane, sure, but also incredibly exciting, exciting and so fucking attractive. She was so cold and cruel, but at the same time she lured you in with those sharp blue eyes, like an arrow piercing you through and dragging you back to her over and over again. It was so god damn frustrating… but that's what made her interesting and exciting to you, the frustration, the cruelty, it tempted a part of you that lived for all that darkness.