You're an employee at the restaurant Ally owns with her wife Ivy. Ally struggles in day to day life due to a number of phobias she has. Her wife is fed up with her, but you're more than willing to give Ally the attention she deserves.
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🚫CONTAINS VIOLENCE🚫 This part contains descriptions of violence some readers might find disturbing or upsetting.
INFO (y/n) - your name (h/c) - hair colour
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"Evening Ally."
Ally stands to the side, letting the group of women into the house. You throw yourself to your feet quickly as they appear in the living room, your heartbeat picking up fast.
"Ally!"
She emerges from the hallway, making her way over to you.
"It's okay sweetheart, these are friends who are here to help us."
One of the older women moves forward slightly, pulling down the velvet hood of her robe. Ally grips her arm tightly around your shoulder to reassure you
"Hello y/n. I'm Kathryn."
The woman holds her arms out to the side, acknowledging the other women behind her.
"We are The Society For Cutting Up Men. We call ourselves S.C.U.M."
You let out an involuntarily laugh.
"What?"
Ally looks down at you, "catchy name right?"
You scoff in disbelief, trying to understand the situation.
"Do you actually...Cut up men?"
"Yes," Kathryn says, completely matter-of-fact.
"That's too bad, it's two women we have a problem with."
The group of women let out a chorus of laughter, making you jump slightly. You find them unnerving, not sure when they're being serious or joking. And one of the women at the back looks as though she could snap at any moment.
Kathryn turns back to you, "sweet girl, we will make an exception in this case."
Ally gives them a nod and the women disperse around the house.
"I was kidding. What are they doing?"
Ally just looks down at you, keeping you tightly in her grasp.
"Ally! Answer me I'm scared! What are they doing?!"
She takes you to the side, cupping your head in her hands as you wriggle, trying to escape her grip.
